Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Dirge ❯ An Expensive Orange ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Koji Inari 
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.09.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 301 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.09.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 301 | Status: Work In Progress
: Dirge
Pairing: I’m not sure, Cloud and someone, probably Riku. (I can thank Page of Cups for
getting me into that pairing.)
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don’t own KH, Square Enix does.
Warnings: Yaoi in later chapters, and violence, and bad language.
Music: Nine Days- Story of a Girl
Prompt: Sin
He was walking down the street nearly a mile from the inner-city gates when he spotted a flash of silver in the sunlight. Curious, he poked his nose around the corner of one of the many alleys to see what was going on.
The silver-haired kid that had attacked him not too long ago was struggling against an older man. The attacker was about 6 feet tall with dirty matted hair and a glare that could kill. Cloud recognized him immediately. He ran the local whore-house.
“Let me go!” The kid yelled. The man only chuckled.
“Calm down kid. I’m not going to hurt you. I only want to offer you a job.”
“I don’t need a job! I’m doing fine on my own!” A fire flickered in the boy’s eyes. They were strong eyes, full of determination and youth. It was a fire Cloud hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Fine on your own eh? Doing what? Stealing?” The man grabbed the boy’s wrist and squeezed it until the hand came open. A withered orange fell out of his hand and rolled across the ground. The boy’s eyes shone with fear as the fruit rolled away.
“Let me go! Damn you!”
The orange the boy had dropped continued to roll across the ground before coming to a stop at Cloud’s feet. Tenderly he picked it up and rolled it over his fingers. It wasn’t much, pretty crappy in the way of food. But it was food nonetheless. And fruit. They boy had to have robbed a fairly rich person to get his hands on fruit.
“Drop him Ansem.” Cloud growled, stepping out of the shadows as he did so. “He’s no use for the House, too young.”
Ansem looked up, his eyes sparkling at Cloud’s voice. “Cloud? Is that you? Why, I haven’t seen you since you were in the House. How are you doing?”
“Shut the hell up you piece of shit. Let the boy go.”
“Now now Cloud, that’s no way to treat an old friend. Besides, he’s my catch. I’m entitled to my share of the profits.”
“You’re exploiting young children for your own perverted pleasures and for monetary gain. So shut up and let him go before I beat the crap out of you.”
“Now Cloud, you wouldn’t do that. I have too much influence around here for you to make an enemy out of me.”
Cloud hesitated a moment. Ansem was right, he held more influence in the town then Cloud himself did. If it came to a conflict, Ansem would have more support. Glancing over at the boy, Cloud made a snap decision.
“I’ll buy him off you then. How much?”
Ansem chuckled. “More than you can afford Cloud. More than you can afford. I think this boy will fetch me a pretty penny. He is quite a specimen. What with his beautiful silver hair and all.”
“Don’t treat me as if I’m some kind of fucking dog.” The boy growled. Cloud jumped at his voice, it seemed to have more bite in it than he remembered.
“30 gold.” Cloud offered, ignoring the silver-haired boy’s evil glare.
“300” Ansem countered.
“You’re insane! He couldn’t make you 300 gold if he worked for 10 years!”
“I suppose you’re right Cloud, but my price is 300, no more, no less. He’s too handsome a bargaining chip to throw away so easily.”
“Now listen here Ansem, my boy’s are regulars at your place. Imagine I should force them to boy-cot you for the next year or so? You aren’t the only House on the outskirts. I’m sure we can make business pretty bad for you…”
“Is that a threat?” Ansem growled.
“If you see it that way. 100 upfront. It’s more than he’s worth.”
Cloud had to look away from the killing glare the boy was throwing at him.
“Fine. 100, but I want it now.” Ansem replied as he held out his greasy hand. Cloud sighed and reached into his coin purse for the money. By the time he was done it was nearly empty.
Ansem let go of the boy roughly and trotted off down the alley, taking a wide route around Cloud. “Thank you kindly Cloud. Enjoy your little pet.”
Cloud looked back in time to see the boy take off running down the alley. Cloud smiled and followed him slowly, watching as he bolted around various corners in an attempt to lose the older man. Eventually though the boy ran into a dead end, and turned around to find Cloud standing at the mouth of the alley, a smug smirk on his face.
“A fine mess you got me in. You cost me my cigarettes for the next month and food for the next week. Not to mention the money we needed to repair my sword and Squall’s Gunblade. The guys are going to kill me when I get back.”
“Oh boo hoo, like I give a shit. Leave me alone you ass, I never asked you to help me.”
“Maybe not, but I do own you now, and the law says that I can do whatever I want with you.”
“What law?”
Cloud smiled. “My law. And if you don’t follow it, I can have you killed in the blink of an eye. After all, wasn’t it you who beat the crap out of me and left me to die? You know I still can’t hear right out of my right ear.”
“I’m not going with you.”
“If you don’t you’ll be picked up by another person like Ansem. You’ll be thrown into a House full of other boys your age and be forced to sell yourselves to guys and girls alike until you get too old or too sick to be beneficial. Is that what you want?”
“And if I go with you?”
“I haven’t decided yet, if you get on my good side though, I may help you survive and put a roof over your head, so long as you work.”
“What kind of work?” The boy asked suspiciously.
Cloud smiled. “Well, I guess you’ll see when we get there won’t you? Don’t worry though, I’m not a sick pervert like Ansem, I don’t exploit little boys for money.”
“I’m not a little boy.”
“Right, how old are you? 14? 15?”
“16.” the boy responded. “I’m 16, and my name isn’t ‘you’ it’s Riku.”
Cloud smiled. This Riku reminded him of himself when he was younger, cocky, smart, defiant. He reeked of the inner-city softness, but was determined to survive on the outside.
“Well Riku. If you want to eat I suggest following me. I’m not going to make you, but if you think about it I think you’ll agree my offer is the best you’re going to get. In other words, come with me if you want to live.” (I’ve always wanted to say that ^^)
Cloud simply walked off, leaving Riku to ponder over what to do. After a minute’s hesitation, he followed, making sure to keep his distance from Cloud. ‘Well’ he reasoned. ‘He can’t be any worse than that Ansem guy.’
Pairing: I’m not sure, Cloud and someone, probably Riku. (I can thank Page of Cups for
getting me into that pairing.)
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don’t own KH, Square Enix does.
Warnings: Yaoi in later chapters, and violence, and bad language.
Music: Nine Days- Story of a Girl
Prompt: Sin
Dirge: Chapter 4
An expensive orange
It was nearly 2 weeks after the boat incident before Cloud saw the silver-haired kid again. Cloud was walking down the street, his right hand hovering protectively over the heavy leather coin-purse tied to his belt. Thieves were common on the outside of town, heck Cloud was one, and he wasn’t about to lose his money to a pickpocket.An expensive orange
He was walking down the street nearly a mile from the inner-city gates when he spotted a flash of silver in the sunlight. Curious, he poked his nose around the corner of one of the many alleys to see what was going on.
The silver-haired kid that had attacked him not too long ago was struggling against an older man. The attacker was about 6 feet tall with dirty matted hair and a glare that could kill. Cloud recognized him immediately. He ran the local whore-house.
“Let me go!” The kid yelled. The man only chuckled.
“Calm down kid. I’m not going to hurt you. I only want to offer you a job.”
“I don’t need a job! I’m doing fine on my own!” A fire flickered in the boy’s eyes. They were strong eyes, full of determination and youth. It was a fire Cloud hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Fine on your own eh? Doing what? Stealing?” The man grabbed the boy’s wrist and squeezed it until the hand came open. A withered orange fell out of his hand and rolled across the ground. The boy’s eyes shone with fear as the fruit rolled away.
“Let me go! Damn you!”
The orange the boy had dropped continued to roll across the ground before coming to a stop at Cloud’s feet. Tenderly he picked it up and rolled it over his fingers. It wasn’t much, pretty crappy in the way of food. But it was food nonetheless. And fruit. They boy had to have robbed a fairly rich person to get his hands on fruit.
“Drop him Ansem.” Cloud growled, stepping out of the shadows as he did so. “He’s no use for the House, too young.”
Ansem looked up, his eyes sparkling at Cloud’s voice. “Cloud? Is that you? Why, I haven’t seen you since you were in the House. How are you doing?”
“Shut the hell up you piece of shit. Let the boy go.”
“Now now Cloud, that’s no way to treat an old friend. Besides, he’s my catch. I’m entitled to my share of the profits.”
“You’re exploiting young children for your own perverted pleasures and for monetary gain. So shut up and let him go before I beat the crap out of you.”
“Now Cloud, you wouldn’t do that. I have too much influence around here for you to make an enemy out of me.”
Cloud hesitated a moment. Ansem was right, he held more influence in the town then Cloud himself did. If it came to a conflict, Ansem would have more support. Glancing over at the boy, Cloud made a snap decision.
“I’ll buy him off you then. How much?”
Ansem chuckled. “More than you can afford Cloud. More than you can afford. I think this boy will fetch me a pretty penny. He is quite a specimen. What with his beautiful silver hair and all.”
“Don’t treat me as if I’m some kind of fucking dog.” The boy growled. Cloud jumped at his voice, it seemed to have more bite in it than he remembered.
“30 gold.” Cloud offered, ignoring the silver-haired boy’s evil glare.
“300” Ansem countered.
“You’re insane! He couldn’t make you 300 gold if he worked for 10 years!”
“I suppose you’re right Cloud, but my price is 300, no more, no less. He’s too handsome a bargaining chip to throw away so easily.”
“Now listen here Ansem, my boy’s are regulars at your place. Imagine I should force them to boy-cot you for the next year or so? You aren’t the only House on the outskirts. I’m sure we can make business pretty bad for you…”
“Is that a threat?” Ansem growled.
“If you see it that way. 100 upfront. It’s more than he’s worth.”
Cloud had to look away from the killing glare the boy was throwing at him.
“Fine. 100, but I want it now.” Ansem replied as he held out his greasy hand. Cloud sighed and reached into his coin purse for the money. By the time he was done it was nearly empty.
Ansem let go of the boy roughly and trotted off down the alley, taking a wide route around Cloud. “Thank you kindly Cloud. Enjoy your little pet.”
Cloud looked back in time to see the boy take off running down the alley. Cloud smiled and followed him slowly, watching as he bolted around various corners in an attempt to lose the older man. Eventually though the boy ran into a dead end, and turned around to find Cloud standing at the mouth of the alley, a smug smirk on his face.
“A fine mess you got me in. You cost me my cigarettes for the next month and food for the next week. Not to mention the money we needed to repair my sword and Squall’s Gunblade. The guys are going to kill me when I get back.”
“Oh boo hoo, like I give a shit. Leave me alone you ass, I never asked you to help me.”
“Maybe not, but I do own you now, and the law says that I can do whatever I want with you.”
“What law?”
Cloud smiled. “My law. And if you don’t follow it, I can have you killed in the blink of an eye. After all, wasn’t it you who beat the crap out of me and left me to die? You know I still can’t hear right out of my right ear.”
“I’m not going with you.”
“If you don’t you’ll be picked up by another person like Ansem. You’ll be thrown into a House full of other boys your age and be forced to sell yourselves to guys and girls alike until you get too old or too sick to be beneficial. Is that what you want?”
“And if I go with you?”
“I haven’t decided yet, if you get on my good side though, I may help you survive and put a roof over your head, so long as you work.”
“What kind of work?” The boy asked suspiciously.
Cloud smiled. “Well, I guess you’ll see when we get there won’t you? Don’t worry though, I’m not a sick pervert like Ansem, I don’t exploit little boys for money.”
“I’m not a little boy.”
“Right, how old are you? 14? 15?”
“16.” the boy responded. “I’m 16, and my name isn’t ‘you’ it’s Riku.”
Cloud smiled. This Riku reminded him of himself when he was younger, cocky, smart, defiant. He reeked of the inner-city softness, but was determined to survive on the outside.
“Well Riku. If you want to eat I suggest following me. I’m not going to make you, but if you think about it I think you’ll agree my offer is the best you’re going to get. In other words, come with me if you want to live.” (I’ve always wanted to say that ^^)
Cloud simply walked off, leaving Riku to ponder over what to do. After a minute’s hesitation, he followed, making sure to keep his distance from Cloud. ‘Well’ he reasoned. ‘He can’t be any worse than that Ansem guy.’