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Makes you wonder why we're afraid of the dark... [completed]
Character: Riku
Content: What happens when you're being mind-screwed by Ansem, Seeker of Darkness. Riku wakes up with an alarming nightmare and a conversation between he and the inner Ansem ensues.
Setting: In Riku's Actua Are hotel room.
Time: Late at night (same night he and Kyo met, Wednesday), well into the early hours. Week2.
Warnings: Profanity, goreyness, and implied Riku nekkidness.
Doll-like eyes and lifeless bodies were what Riku was met with as he stood there. Bloody and tattered, like some monster had their way with them in his teeth and tore them to shreds. However... what happens when you look to your own hands, feeling them warm but at the same time chilling... and you find the blood's on your hands now? Riku withheld the urge to cry out, turquoise eyes widening under the curtain of silvery white hair that veiled them off. What... what was this? He stared at his hands for a long time, watching violent red drip softly off them and then silently plopping to the ground to aid in bloodying it more than it already was. It took him a moment to get over the initial shock, though it still remained, even as he looked up.
The two bodies still lay there, still shredded and broken, still ever lifeless. But Riku knew. He knew exactly who they were, and yet not at all. They didn't look familiar to him, torn from their happy and complete lives to be where he saw them now. What happened to their smiles and bright eyes? The colors of their skin? It was all gone; all of it wasn't at all like he remembered. He didn't dare approach, in fear of what he might see upon closer inspection. Both sets of eyes from both bodies merely stared at him, their once vivid blues dulled and glazed, partially reddened by blood that might of run off from their heads. The reddish hair, no longer red compared to the crimson mottled amongst it, framed her face. His hair was limp, no longer the vivid spikes that sprung up at gravity defying angles. Riku even wondered if they were really them at all.
"Why keep lying to yourself?" came soon from his staring, his denial. It nearly made him jump out of his skin, but he dared not move. He knew who it was, what it was. "You've finally done it... I'm surprised they trusted you for so long," it purred, deep and rough at the teenager. Riku lifted up his hands, digging bloody fingers into his scalp and staining his beautiful and long hair.
"Shut up," he muttered, clenching teeth and eyes, grinding his teeth together and trying to block out the images. "The blood's on your hands. Admit it, stop denying it... you've finally finished stabbing them in the back," more of a growling rumble this time, but still the same voice. He felt like he was being watched, suddenly, eyes flying open before he dropped his arms down and spun quickly, turquoise spreading even more as his eyes widened again... and amber eyes met him, dull but somehow glittering in malevolence towards the boy who seemed ten times smaller than what he was before. Ansem's snarling smile grew, and suddenly, Riku felt like he was looking in a mirror, as blood stained Xehanort's Heartless in similar places that it did on Riku's body.
Riku withheld the urge to scream when he jerked up from the bed, snagging fistfuls of sheets and biting down on his tongue until it could've bled. He sat there for the longest time, sweat rolling down his soft, pale skin before only his eyes moved to the side. Kyo was still asleep on the couch. Good, he didn't care for waking him up, or having to explain anything to him. Lifting his hands up immediately afterwards, he turned them over from palm to top of hand, repeating this for a minute. No blood, not even the tiniest trace. Sighing with false relief, the Keyblade wielder shifted from the bed and put his hand deep into his hair, clenching hold of the roots as he tried to get a hold of himself.
Foolish child, came from his mind, with great and dark mirth. Riku scowled deeply, snagging his shirts and heading in the direction of the bathroom in silence as not to waken his present roomie. "Fuck off," he murmured quietly, shutting the door behind him. He set his shirts down on the counter of the sink, peering into the mirror over it. He was relieved it was his figure that shone back in the mirror once he had a light source, rubbing at his bare throat thoughtfully. However, a tanned one appeared leaning against the wall nearby, though that was only in the mirror, but actually only in his mind. Have a bad dream? Ansem asked with great amusement, Riku looking greatly unamused at him in the mirror as he undid his belt.
"Bastard," was his only response, and Ansem chuckled darkly. Riku had to restrain himself from slamming his belt down onto the counter, before heading to the shower to turn the water on for warming up. Come now, Riku... You might as well give up while you're at this standstill. You'll never find them, and even if you did... what makes you think they'll welcome you back? Gritting his teeth as he worked off his pants, Riku kept his back to the mirror so he couldn't see the Seeker of Darkness there. "They know I'd never hurt them," he mumbled darkly, eyes narrowed ahead as he tossed the pants over his shoulder and onto the counter. He turned away from the sink fully now and entered the shower after yanking the arm warmer off his wrist, shutting the almost stain-glass like glass door, blurring everything inside and out. But haven't you?
Riku didn't answer this question, as he knew the Heartless would never end his barrage of torment if he did. So his silence was Ansem's answer, and the man was left at the back of his mind... or at least, an attempt as the water washed over chilled skin. Ansem had never left, even after Sora had defeated him and Riku had been closed off behind those doors with King Mickey. He shuddered as he attempted to block out the image of Sora and Kairi's lifeless bodies that left his hands stained. Their eyes were accusing, staring at him, blaming him, hating him, and asking why they trusted him. Ansem's dark laughter never left him from that dream, either... and it was then he knew he wouldn't get anymore sleep that night than what he had then.
(Done just because I can, and because I wanted a feel for the schitzophrenic level of a relationship Riku and S.o.D. Ansem have in Riku's head.And because I like the idea of naked Riku. Also, the nightmare expresses some of Riku's greatest fears; of losing his friends, failing them, or turning to darkness once again and back-stabbing them for another time, only worse this time.)
Content: What happens when you're being mind-screwed by Ansem, Seeker of Darkness. Riku wakes up with an alarming nightmare and a conversation between he and the inner Ansem ensues.
Setting: In Riku's Actua Are hotel room.
Time: Late at night (same night he and Kyo met, Wednesday), well into the early hours. Week2.
Warnings: Profanity, goreyness, and implied Riku nekkidness.
Doll-like eyes and lifeless bodies were what Riku was met with as he stood there. Bloody and tattered, like some monster had their way with them in his teeth and tore them to shreds. However... what happens when you look to your own hands, feeling them warm but at the same time chilling... and you find the blood's on your hands now? Riku withheld the urge to cry out, turquoise eyes widening under the curtain of silvery white hair that veiled them off. What... what was this? He stared at his hands for a long time, watching violent red drip softly off them and then silently plopping to the ground to aid in bloodying it more than it already was. It took him a moment to get over the initial shock, though it still remained, even as he looked up.
The two bodies still lay there, still shredded and broken, still ever lifeless. But Riku knew. He knew exactly who they were, and yet not at all. They didn't look familiar to him, torn from their happy and complete lives to be where he saw them now. What happened to their smiles and bright eyes? The colors of their skin? It was all gone; all of it wasn't at all like he remembered. He didn't dare approach, in fear of what he might see upon closer inspection. Both sets of eyes from both bodies merely stared at him, their once vivid blues dulled and glazed, partially reddened by blood that might of run off from their heads. The reddish hair, no longer red compared to the crimson mottled amongst it, framed her face. His hair was limp, no longer the vivid spikes that sprung up at gravity defying angles. Riku even wondered if they were really them at all.
"Why keep lying to yourself?" came soon from his staring, his denial. It nearly made him jump out of his skin, but he dared not move. He knew who it was, what it was. "You've finally done it... I'm surprised they trusted you for so long," it purred, deep and rough at the teenager. Riku lifted up his hands, digging bloody fingers into his scalp and staining his beautiful and long hair.
"Shut up," he muttered, clenching teeth and eyes, grinding his teeth together and trying to block out the images. "The blood's on your hands. Admit it, stop denying it... you've finally finished stabbing them in the back," more of a growling rumble this time, but still the same voice. He felt like he was being watched, suddenly, eyes flying open before he dropped his arms down and spun quickly, turquoise spreading even more as his eyes widened again... and amber eyes met him, dull but somehow glittering in malevolence towards the boy who seemed ten times smaller than what he was before. Ansem's snarling smile grew, and suddenly, Riku felt like he was looking in a mirror, as blood stained Xehanort's Heartless in similar places that it did on Riku's body.
Riku withheld the urge to scream when he jerked up from the bed, snagging fistfuls of sheets and biting down on his tongue until it could've bled. He sat there for the longest time, sweat rolling down his soft, pale skin before only his eyes moved to the side. Kyo was still asleep on the couch. Good, he didn't care for waking him up, or having to explain anything to him. Lifting his hands up immediately afterwards, he turned them over from palm to top of hand, repeating this for a minute. No blood, not even the tiniest trace. Sighing with false relief, the Keyblade wielder shifted from the bed and put his hand deep into his hair, clenching hold of the roots as he tried to get a hold of himself.
Foolish child, came from his mind, with great and dark mirth. Riku scowled deeply, snagging his shirts and heading in the direction of the bathroom in silence as not to waken his present roomie. "Fuck off," he murmured quietly, shutting the door behind him. He set his shirts down on the counter of the sink, peering into the mirror over it. He was relieved it was his figure that shone back in the mirror once he had a light source, rubbing at his bare throat thoughtfully. However, a tanned one appeared leaning against the wall nearby, though that was only in the mirror, but actually only in his mind. Have a bad dream? Ansem asked with great amusement, Riku looking greatly unamused at him in the mirror as he undid his belt.
"Bastard," was his only response, and Ansem chuckled darkly. Riku had to restrain himself from slamming his belt down onto the counter, before heading to the shower to turn the water on for warming up. Come now, Riku... You might as well give up while you're at this standstill. You'll never find them, and even if you did... what makes you think they'll welcome you back? Gritting his teeth as he worked off his pants, Riku kept his back to the mirror so he couldn't see the Seeker of Darkness there. "They know I'd never hurt them," he mumbled darkly, eyes narrowed ahead as he tossed the pants over his shoulder and onto the counter. He turned away from the sink fully now and entered the shower after yanking the arm warmer off his wrist, shutting the almost stain-glass like glass door, blurring everything inside and out. But haven't you?
Riku didn't answer this question, as he knew the Heartless would never end his barrage of torment if he did. So his silence was Ansem's answer, and the man was left at the back of his mind... or at least, an attempt as the water washed over chilled skin. Ansem had never left, even after Sora had defeated him and Riku had been closed off behind those doors with King Mickey. He shuddered as he attempted to block out the image of Sora and Kairi's lifeless bodies that left his hands stained. Their eyes were accusing, staring at him, blaming him, hating him, and asking why they trusted him. Ansem's dark laughter never left him from that dream, either... and it was then he knew he wouldn't get anymore sleep that night than what he had then.
(Done just because I can, and because I wanted a feel for the schitzophrenic level of a relationship Riku and S.o.D. Ansem have in Riku's head.