http://alone-by-choice.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] alone-by-choice.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-01-22 04:37 pm

The Devil Went Down to Georgia [Closed]

Character(s): Riku, Kairi
Content: Riku arrives at Haja o Que Houver
Setting: Paixao railway, Niflheim station to Vanaheim
Time: Time Warp from late Morning - Evening, first day
Warnings: Frozen boy!nipples


People were staring at him. He needed to get out of here in a bad way.

Not far away, Riku heard the rattle and bang of large machinery. He turned a corner, and suddenly there was a train, just pulling out of the station.

Perfect.

Even better, there seemed to be some kind of small open air market near the station. Riku helped himself to a loaf of bread as he sprinted for the train. There were angry shouts from behind him, but they faded quickly as he leapt onto the rear ladder of the caboose and the train picked up speed.

He climbed up on top of the car and sat down to wolf the food he’d stolen, making sure to secure Soul Eater to his back, first. He was never putting his sword down again.

His fingers were still bleeding from where that creature had bitten him, but he had no compelling urge to slice up his jeans for more bandages, so he just let it bleed, trying to keep the blood off of his bread, as he ate.

Ansem had gone oddly silent within him. It was probably a bad sign, but Riku was just relieved to have a few moments’ peace. When he came back, Riku would be ready for him.

With his belly full, he noticed the wind of the train’s motion was really cold on the bare skin of his upper body. He walked along the train until he found a car where he could hear no noise of passengers below. It was a baggage car, and he climbed down and managed to haul the door open just enough to leap in.

In the dark, he crawled behind several large trunks and closed his eyes, falling into an exhausted sleep almost immediately.

~

Hours later, the baggage car was unloaded, and a dirty, bloody, half-naked boy discovered sleeping all the way in the back. He was promptly removed.

Riku shrugged off the “helping hands” and stumbled off the platform, exhausted in spite of the hours of much-needed sleep. He was hungry again; bread only went so far in a starving adolescent stomach.

And had no idea where he was now. But a lot of time must have passed when he was asleep on the train, because it was dark outside now.

The sounds of music filled the street, and drifting toward him on the breeze was the unmistakable smell of food. He had no idea how he was going to get any, but Riku followed the scent all the same.

As bad a day as this had been already, he fully expected to find babies roasting on a spit at the end of his journey. But he was past the point of caring.

And somehow...he felt he needed to go in this direction. As if he were being subtly pulled, a tiny connection he had all but forgotten about in the last few weeks he had become a prisoner inside his own body.

The scent and the thread pulling his heart led him to the doors of a bustling, if not exactly high class hotel. Great. They should have decent water here for him to bathe and rebandage his wounds, too.

Once more, people began to stare as the shirtless, filthy boy, his left hand and bandages on his right arm still oozing blood, stepped into the lobby. Two women screamed. One man fled up the stairs of the hotel, yelling something about the devil. Riku ignored it all and walked over to the check-in desk.

“I’d like some food,” he said, tempering his voice to sound calm, reasonable, and adult as possible.

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