Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Perfect Computer ❯ Chapter Nine: Game World - Part 2 ( Chapter 9 )

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The Perfect Computer

Chapter Ten: Game World - Part 2

The wolves snarled. Their red pixilated eyes fixed on Sora as he held Riku’s bleeding body in his arms. Saliva foamed and dripped from their mouths to the grass.

Sora cringed and pointed his keyblade at them. “Stay back!”

Oh right, like this is really going to scare them, he groaned in his mind.

The wolves growled and came closer. Then, in a synchronized assault, they charged the two warriors, their jaws wide and sharp. Sora closed his eyes and covered Riku’s body with his own. A wolf landed on his back and Sora screamed as its sharp claws tore into his flesh.

“Lionheart!”

A huge white blast shot an inch above Sora’s body and sent the pack of wolves flying. Sora gasped and tried to get up, but he couldn’t move. He heard footsteps run past him, and then the howling and whining of dying wolves. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder.

“These gashes are deep,” came a voice above him. “This will sting a bit, but I promise it’ll help.”

At that moment, a liquid was poured onto his back. Sora sucked in a breath and bit his lip. It felt like alcohol on an open wound. Once the pain died down, the stinging was replaced with a numb tingling. It reminded Sora of the kind of tingly feeling he got on his tongue when he ate one of those pixie sticks.

He groaned as he was lifted into a sitting position. He opened his eyes and blinked as Cloud came into focus. The blond was dressed in black pants, boots, a long-sleeved shirt, and gloves. He also had a giant sword strapped to his back. He was kneeling over Riku, administering something in the teen’s mouth.

Sora tilted his head to the side. His eyes widened as he saw Leon pretty much just killing all the wolves. All the man was doing was standing in one place, pointing a huge gun at the beasts and blasting them to bits. For him it looked effortless, if not trivial.

When the last beast had its brains blown out, Leon sighed and turned to walk towards Sora. The man wore a pair of black pants, a white shirt that was open to reveal his hairless chest, and brown boots.

“You two are lucky we came when we did,” Leon said.

“What were you two doing fighting level ten mana beasts? Sora, you and Riku are obviously too weak,” Cloud scolded.

Sora really didn’t know what to say. He had just started this stupid game. How was he supposed to know the beasts were level ten? “I’m sorry. We were just trying to find Roxas.”

“Roxas is here?!” Cloud nearly yelled. “Where is he?”

“We don’t know. He didn’t arrive at the same server we did.”

Riku groaned as he came to.

“You need to find him, and quickly,” Leon stated. “We will go with you and help you search.”

Sora nodded and rose to his feet along with Riku.

Rikku joined at Riku’s side and smiled. “Very well. We shall be the fellowship of–”

“Don’t you dare make a Lord of the Rings reference!” Riku yelled at the girl.

Rikku pouted.

The next town was not as pretty as the first one. It looked like a bandits’ hideaway. The buildings were made of wood, and the people of the town looked like muggers or possibly thieves. They wore masks, ninja suits, and most of their clothing was ripped or soiled. Even the atmosphere of the village seemed ominous.

Sora did not like the town at all. There was no possible way Roxas could be here. Sora turned to Leon. “Um…Leon…”

“Don’t worry. You’re a noob and thus have nothing that they want. You’ll have to search for Roxas by yourself,” Leon whispered.

“What? Why?”

“Because we have a better chance of finding Roxas if we split up,” Cloud whispered back harshly. “Most of these users only speak the languages ‘bribe’ and ‘fight’. And with you not being successful at either of those, you’ll be bringing us down.”

The blond turned around and shoved a hand in Sora’s pocket. “There’s a few coins just to keep yourself out of trouble. Now go.”

The group separated and left Sora alone.

Sora gulped. Everyone’s eyes were on him as he walked down the street. He felt nervous and scared. He tried his best to keep a up demeanor of strength. After all, this was not the time to grow a yellow stripe down his back. Roxas was probably in danger and needed him.

Suddenly, Sora was forcibly grabbed by the arm and yanked into a house. He yelped as his body was pushed up against the wall. He blinked rapidly in the darkness, trying to make his eyes adjust.

“Well, what do we have here?” came an almost hissing voice.

“Aw, he looks so cute. I nearly forgot how constricting those tights can be,” said another voice.

“Who…who’s there?” Sora yelled, and shut his eyes when a fireball was lit not a few inches from his face.

Three men stood in front of him, their scarred and pierced faces now illuminated by the flame hovering in front of them. Their grins were twisted, and they leered at Sora. One man held Sora’s hands above his head.

“Um…can I help you?” Sora asked.

“What’s a child like you doing in Feng Town?” one of the men sneered.

“I’m…looking for something.”

“Well, what a coincidence. We’re looking for something as well.”

“Really…w-what are y-you looking for?”

“Oh…money.”

“WellR 30;.I don’t have any.” Sora laughed nervously.

“Oh, we know that. You’re worth money.”

Sora was really scared now. “What…do you mean?”

“Come with us and you’ll see.” The leader laughed as a bag was tied over Sora’s head.

Sora kicked and fought as he felt himself being lifted and carried. He lashed out with his bound feet and hands. Every time he made contact he received a blow to his head or body, but he still fought. He didn’t know how long they had carried him, but it seemed like forever.

When they reached their destination, he was thrown to the floor. The bag was removed, and Sora blinked around wildly at his surroundings. The sight, let alone the smell, made him want to gag.

He was in an underground prison. Young boys of all ages were lined up on the walls, each wearing nothing more then a loincloth. They were skinny and filthy. Some of them even had flies buzzing around them. The younger ones were crying, while the older boys seemed to wear an expression of total submission.

Sora was forced up by his bonds to his feet. A tall, thin man with a beard walked over, not looking pleased at seeing Sora’s captors.

“What are you doing here?” he said.

“We came to give you this.” The leader kicked Sora forward.

The thin man frowned at Sora before glaring at the leader. “You know fully well we do not want your trash here anymore. Besides, this boy is too old to sell.”

It was then that Sora finally understood where he was. A slave yard.

He shook his head violently. “No! They stole me–” He was silenced by a piece of cloth being tied around his mouth. A savage blow was delivered to his head.

“This one is older, but he’s also more durable they those wimpy boys you have lined up over there. Come on, we both know that after about a week boys of that age usually break.”

“Our clientele prefers younger rather then older. They also prefer that they have not reached puberty yet.”

The leader scowled at the thin man. “I’m done talking with a man who doesn’t know a bargain when he sees one. Bring me Genma.”

The thin man’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “His lordship won’t speak to a vile cur such as you.”

“We shall see…Genma!” the leader yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing off the dirt walls. “It is I, Kenjo of the Wagarashi clan. I seek business here and your servant refuses me!”

At first, nothing happened. There was absolute silence. The young boys had stopped bawling, and the other servants that were attending all the boys halted in their actions. The air was so thick with fear and tension that Sora could hardly breathe.

A soft, slithering sound was heard. Sora’s head jerked towards the ceiling, where he saw a metal vent that looked like it was once a dump shaft for earth or garbage. Out of the darkness of the hole something emerged–first its human-like head, then its naked chest and torso, and finally its crimson, scaled body.

Sora’s breath caught in his throat. What loomed above him was a giant, twenty-foot-long, crimson snake with a half-naked man attached to the snake’s head.

The snake slithered down the walls. The boys screamed and ran to opposite ends of the prison, where they huddled against one another. The snake’s red tongue flicked in and out until its body stopped in front of Sora’s captors.

“What are you whining about?” came a low, sinister voice from the snake’s human puppet.

The leader was not fazed whatsoever. In fact, he stepped forward and pushed Sora to his feet. “I wish to sell this boy.”

The puppet’s eyes glowed bright yellow. “This boy is past his prime. I have no use for him.”

“But this boy is healthy. He will–”

“I care not for your cheap selling schemes! Leave my lair at once!”

“But sir, this boy does have something the others do not.”

“Oh? What would that be? Hair that seems to have been petrified? He looks like he’s had an encounter with a dark witch.”

The leader smirked and patted Sora’s head. “This boy…is a virgin.”

The puppet’s eyes changed to a light blue. “A virgin?”

“You know how rare virgins are these days. Even if he is a bit old, I’m sure you could sell him for a hefty amount. All those old perverts just love tightness. Don’t they, my lord?”

Sora’s mind screamed. Virgin, old perverts, tightness? What kind of sick game is this, anyway?! Sora raged. If he ever saw Riku again outside of this game, he was going to give him the beating of his life.

“They do. Very well. Three pounds.”

“Five pounds.”

The snake’s tail rose and slammed into the ground. “I never haggle, Kenjo.”

“You will pay me five pounds or I’ll take my business elsewhere,” the leader laughed.

The puppet’s eyes turned scarlet red, then died to pink. “All right, Kenjo, I’ll make a deal with you.”

“Thought you’d see it–”

The snake’s mouth opened wide and its fangs protruded, glistening and sharp. The snake struck and tore the leader’s upper body off. Blood gushed to the ground and splattered on Sora’s clothing.

Sora could only stare in awe as the carcass fell to the floor.

The snake’s head rounded on the thin man. “Take the boy to be sold. I do not wish the other boys to taint him.”

The thin man bowed, and the snaked turned, exiting from the same hole from whence it came.

Sora was yanked up a slippery stairwell to what looked to be an old stage. Old men sat in seats as they called out numbers and waved money wildly. A small boy was on the stage. He was covered in dirt and shivering violently. An armored man stood next to him, and when the highest amount of money was called, he kicked the boy into the crowd, where he vanished.

Fear gripped Sora and would not let go. He was dragged out to the spotlight on the stage, his bound hands held high above his head. The calling of the crowd stopped.

“Gentlemen! I know this is usually not your choice delicacy. But our lord has decided to grace all of you with the chance to own a virgin,” the thin man announced.

Whispers hummed in the crowd before one man called out, “Prove it!”

Calls of agreement rang out. Sora gasped and looked to the thin man in horror. He began struggling as the man’s hand descended and hooked around the waistband of the tights.

“Smoph iph!” Sora tried to yell through the gag.

“I will buy him!” a voice called out before the deed was done.

The slave hall fell still.

Sora looked out into the audience for the man who had just saved him from utter shame. He was walking onto the stage. He had piercing green eyes, and outrageously spiky red hair. He was dressed in a black robe and jeans with a crimson red cape.

“Who are you, sir?” the man holding Sora snarled.

“The name’s Axel. Got it memorized?”

“Mr. Axel, what will you pay for this boy?”

“Well, you see…” the redhead laughed and turned to the crowd.

Sora could not believe his gaze. Walking out of the crowd…was Roxas.

He blinked as Roxas jumped onstage. The blond was wearing tight white short shorts, white tennis shoes, and a white unbuttoned blouse. But that’s not what completely amazed Sora. What amazed him was the cat ears and tail!
Yes, Roxas had adorable, golden little kitty ears protruding from his head and a long swaying tail.

“My little pet wants this boy for a toy. And I can’t just deny him, now can I?”

“How much?” Sora’s captor repeated again.

“…one hundred pounds.”

“Ha! I’ve never sold a slave for that little.”

“The boy is over his peak.”

“But a virgin.”

“Virgins go for about eighty pounds these days. And that’s the boy’s only redeeming quality. I’m actually giving you the fairer end of the deal.” Axel’s eyes narrowed and burned. “Or would you prefer I change my mind?”

Sora’s captor said nothing. He stared at Axel for the longest time, then shoved Sora into Roxas’ arms and walked forward to claim the amount agreed.

The minute Sora fell into his other’s embrace he felt safe. He hugged Roxas and fiercely whispered in his ear. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking all over this cursed game for you.”

“You were worried about me?” Roxas answered.

“No, I was worried about the prices in the stock exchange. No shit I was worried about you!”

Roxas chuckled and hugged Sora back. “I was worried about you too.”

̶ 0;So, let me get this straight. You were sent to a pet shop?” Sora exclaimed.

Both Sora and Roxas were sitting on the rather huge, fluffy cat bed that was in Roxas’ room. They were back at Axel’s manor, currently discussing Roxas’ disappearance.

“Yup. I woke up and I was being displayed in the front window and I had these cute ears and tail. Then Axel bought me and brought me here. He gave me food, this nice bed, and all the milk I can drink.” Roxas smiled, taking a sip of the liquid he just mentioned.

Sora nearly fainted. He had been worried to no end about Roxas, thinking he was hurt or in danger. Meanwhile, the blond was actually living it up as a cute little kitten.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re angry,” Roxas groaned.

“No, I’m not angry. I’m just glad you’re safe,” Sora sighed, leaning back so he could lay on the bed.

Axel entered, holding a tray of chocolates. “Here you go, Roxy.”

“Meow,” Roxas sounded in a high pitched mewl.

Axel smiled. On his way out, he turned down the lights to low.

“So…you were worried about me?” Roxas asked.

“I thought we already established that,” Sora said, his eyes closed and his hands behind his head.

“Yeah…but–” Roxas slid a hand to Sora’s chest as he lay down next to him.

Sora’s eyes shot open and he locked gazes with the blond. “Roxas, we–”

“Shhhhh, this is a game. It’s not real.”

Sora blushed.

Roxas smiled and leaned in. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked when their lips were just a few inches apart.

“…yes,” Sora answered, understanding something inside himself for the first time.

Roxas stopped. He took his hand off Sora’s chest and leaned back, then stared at Sora for the longest time with a heart-wrenching expression on his face. His cute cat ears were folded back, and his sapphire eyes were brimming with tears. “Why do you reject me? No matter what I do, you don’t seem to like it. Do you not like me? Is that it? If you don’t like me, then why do you keep me here?”

Sora was shocked. “No, that’s not it at all. That’s not what I–”

“Would you make up your mind? Are you homophobic? Is that it? Do you not want to be with me because you can’t accept what you are? Damn it, Sora, I may be a computer, but I do have feelings. And right now I feel like you’re just playing me for a sap! Maybe you were just worried about me because you didn’t want to lose your only computer!” Roxas wiped tears from his cheeks. “Can’t you see I love you? I’ll do anything for you. Can’t you see that?”

Sora heart thudded in his chest at those words. His body was suddenly filled with heat and the happiest feeling he’d ever felt. He reached a hand out to touch the blond. “Roxas…”

Roxas smacked the hand away. “It doesn’t matter what I feel, does it? You don’t even think I can feel. To you I’ll always be a computer, a stupid fu–”

Sora forced Roxas around, pushed him down on the bed, and laid his mouth on his. Sora had never kissed anyone before, but he poured his whole heart into this kiss. All the happiness and uncertainty, all the fear and bliss, everything he had been feeling up until now.

Roxas was completely surprised by the kiss, but didn’t hesitate to kiss back. The tears remaining in his eyes now caressed down his cheek, no longer in sadness, but in joy.

When they broke apart, Sora smiled down at him and brought a hand to his cheek. “You’re not my computer, you’re my angel.”

“Your angel?” Roxas asked.

“Yeah, I’ll explain it to you later.” The brunet laughed and kissed Roxas’ forehead.

Roxas grinned. “So…you wanna pick up where we left off?”

“Nah, I want our first time to be real. In the real world, in a real bed.” He looked around the room. “Though I do admit the cat theme is kind of kinky.” He looked back to the boy below him. “And I do think that this kitty version of you is just downright molestable.”

Roxas blinked up at him in shock and shook his head. “I knew it. Riku has rubbed off on you.”

They both shared a good laugh.

Axel laughed as he yanked off his helmet. He enjoyed the game world, but sometimes he liked the real world better. Besides, after what he’d just found, he had to get off the game. He stood and walked to his kitchen phone, where he dialed a number.

He listened to the ringing until a voice sounded on the other end. “Hey, Demyx. I found him.”



~This Chapter was beta corrected by Airen

A/N: I…spent…all day on this…chapter…so…tired…

Sora:…Hey, Riku…*pokes author with stick* I think she’s dead.

Roxas: Please read and review, your comments are always loved!