Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Soul Calibur - Series Fan Fiction / Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Physical Darkness ❯ Behind the Heaven-Sent, December Veil, Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Nathan turned his back and began mixing liquids together. Riku stared at the barman's back as he worked through the ingredients of the Destiny Island. (A/N: Actually, one night, RainbowPretear went to the club where one of her friends works and he let her get behind the bar to mix some drinks together. [It's permitted, since the club has this active project called “Survey Thir-tay.”] Basically, on the 30th of every month [28th/29th, during February], ever since RainbowPretear's 18th birthday, Dan, her friend, permits her to go behind the bar and create a new drink. Then, Dan gives free samples to people in the club and asks them to give their opinion. So far, apparently, RainbowPretear hasn't made anything bad yet. The most recent one she made actually IS called Destiny Island. [Kingdom Hearts WAS her inspiration for it.] It's very fruity [like yours truly… ^_^]. I tried it, even though I'm only 17 [Don't tell anyone… LOL JK], but I was actually tolerant to it. It's just like my immune system to be strong enough to resist the things that could get me into deep shit. I'll just have to be sure not to get TOO hooked on alcoholic beverages. [I still gotta get me a bottle of her Destiny Island; that shit is SOOO good!] Anyway, back to the ficcie. ;D) He liked the way Nathan's back muscles moved within his white, torn-sleeve tunic. With the club always being ridiculously hot (Don't wonder why…) and him working at such a fast pace, Nathan was always building up never-ending sweat, one that made his nape-length, black hair dampen at the ends and stick to his nape and shoulders. His thin, semi-transparent tunic was sticking to his mocha husk, and when he turned back, sliding the Destiny Island down the bar counter, Riku could see huge beads of moisture rolling down his face and open collarbone. He had to admit that it was going to be hard for him to decide on his “Mr. Right” once he was finished with his man-sampling. However, Riku knew ONE thing was certain: Nathan was definitely “up there…” in his top five.

 

Riku jutted his hand out to stop the mug from going over the edge. “Nice stop,” Nathan acclaimed, “So, who's your next hit, Riku?”

 

Just then, a great-looking, awesome-built, army-bodied man stepped into club. He had SLIGHTLY unkempt, hazelnut hair and eyes. His extra-large trench coat added mystery to his disposition; `twas something that Riku found irresistible in a man. Very few of the men he had sex with had secrets to hide, and he simply HAD to be driven by something like a lover's mysteries. The man had “white” skin, but not pale, per se. There was definitely some sun on him, enough to don him in sex appeal. At the same time, Riku concluded that the man wasn't “White,” but European. The man looked around almost shyly, but not very. Looks like that man's entrance answered my question, Nathan assumed, his doing so usually ending up happening. After stamping the snow off of his traveler's boots, the man walked up to the bar and ordered a Traversian. (A/N: Yeah, that's RainbowPretear's NEXT drink. They're ALL gonna be Kingdom Hearts-related from now on. She & I have gone CRAZY for Kingdom Hearts. By the way, if you're wondering why this is on her account, it's because the library had a blackout. I was on my mm.org account when the power surge blasted the four word processing computers on the second floor, one of which I was on since they are the only ones that allow Internet uploading and downloading. For some reason, the word processors don't allow my account site to boot up. [Weird…] She let me use her account. The problem was fixed with time, but since my story's already on her side, I don't wanna switch it. [I'm too lazy.]) Grinning at Riku, who was eying every square inch of the new guy, Nathan turned around and got to work on the drink.

 

“You seem pretty cool about yourself, what with this being your first time here,” Riku mentioned, sparking conversation with the newbie club-er.

 

The man looked at him with great question in his eyes. “How would YOU know that it's my first time?” he asked.

 

“Because I'm Riku,” he was answered with.

 

“So?” the man replied, “I'm Alphonse, but that…” He stopped once he realized that he'd stated his name as planned by Riku.

 

“Gotcha'!” Riku pointed out, laughing boyishly, “`Alphonse,' huh? That's a sexy name. You a foreigner? You speak fluent English.”

 

Nathan slid the Traversian down the counter to Alphonse. Riku used his mug to stop the drink from going over the edge. “Yeah…” Alphonse mumbled, shying out, “I'm… German…”

 

“REALLY?” Riku asked raising his volume with his interest, “D'ju just move here?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Well, let me tell you something, Alphonse…” Riku wrapped his arm closest to Alphonse around him and leaned into his ear. “You came to NYC at the wrong time; there are Heartless everywhere, and you DON'T wanna know what THEY are.” Alphonse searched through Riku's eyes for something even he wasn't sure of. Maybe truth, but who knew? “Anyway, you here for business or immigration?” Riku asked, taking a swig of his Destiny Island and realizing that he was having the longest conversation with anybody at the club tonight.

 

“I'm here to stay,” Alphonse answered straightforwardly.

 

Riku shifted his eyes about the club. He noticed that several of his previous fucks were staring and pointing at him and Alphonse from the side of the dance floor. Looks like THEY ordered the plate of Jealousy, he jested in his head. “Well then, how about I show you around the city?” It was quite a shock to HIMSELF that he was being so friendly, not that he was rude and coldhearted prior to meeting Alphonse. The thing was that… well, “show you around the city” was never something that he would have self-suggested before. Clearly, there was something about Alphonse that made him feel like doing things he never felt like doing before, like… going on a date? If Riku stood next to the words “go out on a date,” his previous fucks would probably think, “Uncanny!” and “Ludicrous!” and a variety of other synonyms for “weird” and “unheard of” in a different lingo per guy.

 

Alphonse gave Riku a look of uncertainty, but he fell victim to the platinum-haired wonder's heart-melting smile and entrancing, seafoam eyes. After releasing a sigh that was building up inside of him during his brief absence of mind, Alphonse decided, “Sure.”