Genre: Dark, suspense
Ships?: Zexion/Sora, if you squint
Characters: Sora, Zexion (?)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters within this story.
Music: Still Alive from Portal
Notes: I can't quite remember how this was started, only that I was in the mood for some dark fic. So. Yeah. -coughs-
What You Want
Sometimes, even the strongest heroes falter.
"I can give you whatever you want."
Heroic speeches might just be a way to prolong the inevitable, give them time to gather up their courage.
"I can give you whoever you want."
It's not always easy, being a hero.
"If you so desire, I can be them."
Can anyone blame him if he stumbles? Maybe...
"All you have to do is ask..."
Fall?
"So what do you wish for, Sora?"
The name is whispered into his ear, soft as silk with an unnoticeable poison of the deadliest kind laced within. The Keyblade Wielder shudders, although from what is hard to tell. There are a number of things that could be blamed: the careful but sweetly enticing voice, the gloved fingers tracing old fairy tales and chemical symbols along his arms and up his neck, the breath which gusts past his eyes and the side of his throat... He finds his voice. "Anything?" he asks, telling himself to close his eyes or just not look behind him. He tells himself this, even as a part of him tells to stop.
"Anything." Lips press against the shell of his ear.
Sora's breath catches. Subconsciously, he leans his head back, a little to the side, exposing his neck. "A-And anyone?"
Lips follow the curve of his jaw down to his neck, teeth peeking out to graze against his skin. "Anyone." Hands slip around his sides, ruffling his clothes before meeting in front of his stomach.
It'd be easy to say 'yes', to accept. After all, he's been through enough, hasn't he deserved some kind of rest? But he's never been one for going the easy path, and despite how nice this all feels, he somehow manages to push himself away. "No" is said once, before repeated, stronger. "No." He manages to make it the first few steps before he looks back. Guilt strikes him right in the heart the second he does.
The boy he's telling himself he has to leave is standing there helplessly, a look of pure pain on his face. One hand reaches for Sora limply. Pleadingly, the teenager with the slate colored hair speaks. "Please, please, don't leave me! I've been alone for so long. I could make you happy, don't you want that? Please..."
Again, Sora falters, hesitates, but then he urges himself to urn out of the row of bookshelves. His footsteps can be heard echoing in the giant library, constantly stumbling or, occasionally, almost coming back a few steps. The other boy listens to it all with his head tilted to the side, an action which causes the bangs, which normally hide his right eye, to fall to the side. Eventually, a door is heard slamming shut. The pitiful look which has adorned the boy's face thus far falls away at the noise, revealing a dark and sly smirk. His brilliant, sharp blue eyes shine eerily in the dim light as he crosses black sleeved arms across his chest.
"My, he's more resilient than we give him credit for..." He laughs, soft and disconcertingly, and his smirk becomes darker still. "But he'll come back." The boy's body begins to disappear, like dust on the wind. As it goes, something else is revealed in his place: a thick black tome with a strange cross on its front. Three of the points resemble arrowheads, while the fourth is more similar to an upside down heart. When the boy vanishes completely, the outlines of the cross seem to glow brightly...
"Oh yes, he'll come back."
