Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Price of the Reckless ❯ Memory ( Chapter 2 )

Thanks a lot for your nice reviews ^^ I tried hard to do good.

 

On to chapter two!

 

-Contains AnsemxSora, and CloudxAerith, but only mentioned.

 

-Should it be RikuxSora later on? I dunno.

 

-Usual disclaimers apply.

 

 

 

 

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A wide yawn ripped the peaceful face, cherub like with cheeks that had not yet lost all their babyfat, a tousled mop of chestnut hair strewn all over a crimson pillow that was not quite his colour haphazardly, round eyes the colour of the sky he was named after. Sora was awake.

 

Sora was alone.

 

Master was gone, the spot where he had laid already cooled, only wrinkles in the satin sheets and pillows and bunched covers telling from his presence that has been there all night. Sora had to giggle at that. Master was not known to be tidy. Flopping back into his own, body heated side of the massive, chunky bed, smiling at the breeze coming through the opened window and swayed the heavy curtains around the bed just slightly. Despite the icy nights, the days in Hollow Bastions wide expanse of nothingness were somewhat warm. Sometimes Sora thought that his Master controlled the weather as well. His Master controlled everything.

 

 

 

Sora slid out of the bed, fingering the collar around his neck as he went to the tall door which joined the bedroom with the room next to it, which was used as a massive walk-in closet. Opening and sauntering inside, as he had long lost his sense of modesty, he picked his clothes for the day, another of the cutoffs, white in colour this time, with a baby blue shirt to set off his eyes prettily. Today, he would visit Riku.

 

 

 

He even wore shoes today, because the castle grounds were damp and cold and somewhat grimy, at least the hallways where no guests were wandering. Of course, Master didn't have guests too often. Most of his friends and acquaintances were long gone. Sora did not know that he had been the one banishing each of them. Sora only knew what he saw every day, like his Master, his Riku and some of the staff and servants. He came to not like the pictures that sometimes were in his head, they made Master angry and his poor head hurt. Sometimes he heard voices too, familiar ones, like memories of events and conversations long over, never to come back. There weren't any faces or characters to the voices. Sora would by now have liked it better if they stayed away.

 

 

“The Gumi Jet won't fly if we don't smile!”

 

 

As if on cue, Sora thought. What was a Goo-me Jet anyways?

 

 

“I know it's against the King's wishes, but Sora is my friend!”

 

 

“Shut up!” Sora began to run down the hallway as if to escape his own memories by doing so. His feet led him to the upper floor of the library, slamming the door shut with loud noises, which would have earned him some glares if there actually was anyone in here he could see.

 

 

 

“Riku!”, Sora called, glancing around as he went to the desk nestled between two book shelves, shielding it from view. He trailed his fingers over the soft part of the writing feather sticking in the small jar of ink as he passed it, a feeling of deep serenity washing over him. He smiled, then turned to the railing to look down into the lower part of the library, leaning far over it and let his gaze sweep over row after row of shelves, filled to the brim with thick lexica and novels, rows of continued series, not a one paperback anywhere for that would look cheap, only classy, difficult stories Sora didn't understand. He grinned as he saw a silvery flash between the shelves and rushed to the wide, winding stairway and down the carpeted steps. St the end of them, he ran into a young woman that tended to the library.

 

 

 

“Hi Aerith!”

 

 

 

The brunette female smiled gently at him, hands resting on her knees as she bent down a little to look into his face, wide green eyes sparkling with a distinctive sadness under light brown bangs. Silver loops clung around her wrists; Sora knew their jingling sound well. A lone, silver ring was on her left hand's ring finger. Often Sora wondered who gave it to her, if there was a counterpart to it for she usually looked at it with a fond smile and once he had asked…but never received an answer besides a smile that never quite reached her sad eyes. “Hello, Sora.”

 

 

Yes, Aerith knew the boy well…both sides of him. She remembered how she had met him in Traverse while she had been with Leon and Yuffie and quite alone and searching. It pained her to see him like this, although seeming childlike and happy, this was not the child he used to be. This Sora had never fought, never had defeated the darkness. This Sora never had any friends. The Sora she knew and longed to see again had his own free will and did not succumb to anyone, especially not his arch enemy.

 

 

 

“Aerith?”

 

 

She blinked to banish her thoughts and smiled again, the sweet grin that answered her own making that fairly easy. “Yes, Sora.”

 

 

“Who gave you that ring?”

 

 

The woman rolled her eyes with a smile and bent down again, setting her mouth close to Sora's ear and cupped one side of it as if telling him a secret. “The General.”

 

 

“Oooh…”

 

 

Straw blonde hair flashed in front of Sora's inner eye, icy blue eyes beneath. Yes, of course he knew the General to his Master's armies. What he didn't know was that he had defeated him once already, thus was stronger than he. This secret was very well kept form the boy. General Cloud Strife had been hired immediately after Ansem had taken control of all worlds. With the capture of Aerith he didn't really have a say in the matter. “Are you two married?”

 

 

“We're planning to. If Lord Ansem allows it.”

 

 

“I'm sure he will!”

 

 

“Go find Riku, Sora. He waited for you yesterday.”

 

As she watched him skip off happily and vanish between the shelves, she couldn't help but sigh. It would be over soon and she and Cloud would move back to Traverse or settle down somewhere else, somewhere peaceful … One of her hands stroked over her abdomen idly as she turned to some books.

 

 

Sora peeked around a corner, grinning brightly as he spotted the silver-haired now sixteen-year-old staring at the silent, dusty row of books before him.

 

“Riku! You won't believe what happened yesterday!”

 

 

The soft pink lips of the elder teenager stayed closed and unmoving, he stared vacantly out of lifeless aqua coloured eyes.

 

 

“See, I went to the kitchens and talked to the cook and she said…”

 

 

Riku turned away to draw out a book, look at its cover and placed it back.

 

“And I said, that can't be possible, and that she surely must be crazy…”

 

 

Taking another book, silver hair swished slightly as Riku turned and took off towards the desk that was sheltered beneath the wide stairway and sat down. Sora followed, still ranting and sat down on the spacey table. Of course he knew Riku wouldn't answer. But Aerith had put the idea into his head that he was able to hear him and may answer one day. Sora usually spent a few hours each day in Riku's presence, talking and touching silver hair and chilled, pale cheeks. But Riku had yet to acknowledge him.

 

 

Sora sighed. He was sick of just looking at Riku, but never getting an answer. The elder boy reminded him of times forgotten, times in which he had been happy, and sad, and angry…and scared. He was never scared around here. He almost missed the thrill of a cold shudder running down his spine whenever he looked into the lifeless eyes of a Heartless, the pang of pity and disgust when looking at their deformed bodies. They were merely servants to his Master anymore. Nothing else. The brunette pressed a small kiss to Riku's cheek, who stayed completely unaware of him and turned to go, waving a good-bye to Aerith who smiled at him gently and returned the motion. Sora wound through the shelf-maze towards the lower exit and exited the library to stand in the wide hall with the gracefully curved stairways winding around each side of the spring and briefly looked at it before wandering towards the exit of Hollow Bastion. Yes, he wasn't exactly allowed there, but what Master didn't know…right?

 

 

The day was warm, and he stuck his tongue out at the tall, bulky Heartless that hid beneath the dog-head shield, guarding the door. The creature looked vaguely annoyed at him. Hah. He never liked it, anyways. A few Wyverns flew around, enjoying the pleasant temperature as well and Sora stepped through the swarm easily without them taking notice of him. As always, the gates to Hollow Bastion led to nothing. As the brunette stepped to the last stone making the way, nothing happened. He couldn't go further or he would fall endlessly deep. The world behind his home was beyond him, completely at that. In the very distance, there seemed to be an island in this sea of colourless nothing. If it hadn't been there, Sora had been sure he had gone blind. It spooked him, but only slightly, nothing to worry about. As long as none of the playful Wyverns decided to push him, of course. Sora shuddered and stepped back.

 

 

He longed to see the world, finally. Or the worlds, as Master called them. To Sora, it was all the same. A solitary castle could not be a world alone. There had to be more. He wondered what Master would say to that.

 

 

 

 

 

Somewhere else, Ansem had quite a few problems. Pondering over his researches, he had found little distraction, but the few things that kept his mind entertained nagged him good. Soft, ghostly moans reached his ears and for a moment he thought the hearts he had stolen over the years to create his army of Heartless had come back to haunt him. He did not, of course, exactly steal them. The poor souls plunged themselves into darkness all on their own. The tall man sighed as he leaned back, arms hanging limply down the velvet sides of the chair he sat in, head tilted back until it rested cushioned on his own back. The feather fell out of his strengthless fingers and dropped to the ground almost noiselessly, but in the deep silence Ansem had, his ears tingled at the faint sound. Suddenly, he hated the silence. Gods, how he hated it. It seemed to force in on him from all sides, suffocating him, squeezing his innards.

 

 

 

But no, the moans that haunted him where not of malicious content. They were the sweet sounds of the pleasure he had granted his lovely pet last night. And the nights before. Oh…so pleasurable! Ansem of course remembered how he had captured his frail pet, too. A sunny day on Destiny Island…

 

 

 

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“It's over, Ansem!”

 

 

The man had only chuckled. The loud duck and the idiot …what ever it was… were trying to help, but it was no good. Ansem was not dressed for fighting. But then again, this would not be a real fight, anyways. His trusty demon was behind him to guard him … and in front of him was the boy, clutching his sword tightly. It was obvious he was afraid, nervous at least. Ansem knew he had been used to sparring on sand, but the many visits and fights in worlds that had firm ground mostly made him used to that rather than the soft grains beneath his sneakers. Ansem didn't care. Ansem was hovering, anyways.

 

But the boy was persistent and he felt his energy reserves perish the further he was backed away. He would have to tap into his powers soon.

 

 

“Hold him!” The guardian demon behind him burst forth and grabbed the boy, who squeaked and blinked widely at being held. One arm and one leg found themselves in one hand each of the demon, clawed hands that were threatening to cut him apart. And yet, he struggled. Ansem grinned as he watched, tugs of the caught limbs, delicious the way he writhed and squirmed, suspended in the merciless grip. It was then, probably, that the obsession developed that would later make Sora writhe in his own grasp, mewling in the sweet way that made Ansem's pants tighten as he remembered from where he sat in his chair.

 

 

“Let me go!” Oh, sweet memories…Ansem closed his eyes again as he undid his pants, for a moment pondering if he should call Sora to him and ram his throbbing cock down the tight, sucking throat to find his release. But then, he would only be able to think of the Sora of the present and wouldn't be able to remember the delicious encounters of the past. Back in time…

 

 

 

Defiant azure blue eyes glared at him from the demon's hold, twitches and tugs in between. By now, Sora had `forced him back' into the crate that the darkness had burned into the island. Of course. The boy was as stupid as Ansem had thought. Did he not notice that the dark one had sealed the open crate so the youth's friends couldn't come in to aid him? Of course not, the obnoxious little brat. He thought himself invincible with that key sword of his.

 

 

“Hold!”, Ansem commanded the demon, not that the shadowy creature thought of letting go and he had that pesky piece of crap in his face again. The sword clattered to the ground noisily, wrenched from the boy's hand by the firm grasp the demon had on his wrist.

 

 

“Well, well…little one. Did you think it would really be this easy?”

 

 

Sora glared at him, silently. His full lips stayed pressed tight to not let anything out. Brunette strands, matted from moisture and sun and dirt, because the opportunity to wash it properly had not arisen on the journey, fell into the cherubic face. Ansem reached out to touch the pointed chin of the boy, and perfectly white teeth closed around his fingers, gently. Sora didn't know what would happen to him if he bit the man bloody, so they just stayed firm around the tanned digits in a show of `I could if I wanted so you better stay away!'. Ansem chuckled.

 

 

“Adorable.”

 

 

 

He watched the child's eyes widen, amused at the boy's reactions as the finger pushed in further and brushed against a velvety, moist tongue.

 

 

“This feels promising…very good.”

 

 

The soft muscle moving against his fingers to push them out of the steamy cavern did amazing things to the man's groin, and he pulled his fingers out to trail them over the rosy lips, leaving them glossy. Those wrapped around him sounded like a good idea…

 

 

“Strip the child.”, was his command and the demon's claws raked down Sora's chest, the clothes slicing cleanly to expose the body beneath. The slight definition of muscle was pretty to Ansem, even if he liked his partners softer. It didn't take long for the demon to rip the last bits of clothing off and grab the boy properly again. Somehow, Ansem had to grin at the thought that the other two could watch, but were unable and helpless to do anything.

 

 

“Very good…come, child, open your mouth.”, Ansem said, undoing his pants and pulling them down enough to expose his half-hard erection, then one hand came to rest beneath Sora's chin again, who began to protest, finally out of his stupor. He loved it when they struggled. His fingers, two of them still vaguely wet, pressed against the boy's cheeks and jaw to force his mouth open, unhurriedly. He had time. With the boy out of the way, no one would be able to stop him. And as it was right now, the boy was suspended, held, and didn't seem too appalled by the moist tip of his cock circling the pretty, full lips. The man was pleased about the way Sora kept his mouth open, even as he started to push inside and felt the little tongue licking at him. Was it odd that the child wasn't protesting? Fighting?

 

 

“You like that, don't you? Bite me and I'll rip your eyes out, little one.”, Ansem purred, smirking at the shocked widening of azure eyes before they closed in concentration and the tempting little mouth began suckling, experimenting on what his new Master liked and what not. He felt himself grow rock hard in the wet cavern. It didn't take too long before he began moving his hips, in and out, feeling and seeing the boy trying to keep up, gradually forming a rhythm of sucking when Ansem pulled out, and licking when he stabbed back in. The pretty lips were stretched obscenely around his girth…and Ansem found himself liking that a lot. When he pulled out again, Sora panted for breath, a string of saliva connected the tip of his tongue and the tip of the glistening shaft.

 

 

 

“Such a good boy. Turn him.”, he commanded the demon, and the large black creature hovered backwards and sat down on the floor, turning the boy around to have Sora's cheek against his chest, the clawed hands sliding down the barely curving sides to the surprisingly pert little ass. The boy whimpered when the claws brushed over the sensitive flesh before sliding into the cleft and pulling it apart widely for his Master. Ansem grinned at a whispered plea, the first that fell from the swollen lips. It fell onto deaf ears and certainly was not granted as he dropped to his knees behind the child, and reached around to push three fingers into the little mouth again, pulling them out sloppy again. He loved the gasp the child made as he rested them on the delicate tailbone and trailed them down through the obscenely stretched crack towards the pink little pucker, adoring the mewl it brought when he pressed one finger in. No one could say he did not care for his toys properly. “Mmmh, I'm going to fuck you so good, little one… you'll never want to leave again.”

 

 

Ansem still remembered the surprised cry as he had pushed in, the spent expression on the boy's face as he had filled and marked him as his like the good little pet he was now. Sora had grabbed onto the demon holding him open still, his thighs had parted wider as one warm, tanned hand had stole down to fondle the young groin. A bright blush had coated his cheeks…and he had loved it. Ansem was sure of that.

 

 

 

Now it wasn't usual that he creamed himself with a nice little fantasy and a few squeezes to his aching cock, but he found himself groaning as his release spurted onto his hard, flat abdomen, splattering his bronzed skin. No tissue at hand, either, and he still had work to do…hmmm.

 

 

“SORA!!”

 

 

He grinned lazily as he heard feet slap against the ground, a few moments later the pet burst through the door, panting and blinking inquiringly. “Master, what…oh…” Sora sauntered closer, giving the man a sweet smile before dropping down between the spread knees and obediently licked first his Master's lower abdomen clean, then the sassy little tongue moved downwards where a soiled hand welcomed it by pushing cummy fingers into his mouth and against his lips. Sora smacked his lips, pleased, and purred as the fingers were pushed in and out suggestively before he moved on to cleaning the slowly, very slowly softening cock. Ansem, meanwhile, looked over the documents he had been reading before the little episode had blocked his mind.

 

 

“Hmm…”

 

 

There were protests and disobedience in the worlds he didn't visit too often, rebellions of idiotic adventurers that thought they could beat him and free the worlds. The only one able to do that was currently between his legs and giving him a nice blowjob.

 

 

“We're having a vacation, little one…you might be pleased.”, Ansem smiled down at the boy, stroking through the now shiny again hair.

 

 

After all, why should he fight himself when he had his pretty little pet to add to the emotional drama? Sora would not recognize them, but the ones that started the rebellion were no one else than the peoples he called friends before.

 

 

 

 

 

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The actual story starts now, it seems! Yay! Stay tuned for more smutty and dramatic goodness!

 

~Love, Kitteh