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kinkfestTitle: Into the Dark
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nekokoban
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Kingdom Hearts, Saïx/Kairi: abduction as seduction, fairytale themes - Hades and Persephone.
Word count: 806
Summary: She is a strange little thing, unlike the witch she created, and he's willing to wait and see what becomes of her.
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Her wrist in his hand is delicate--fragile, he would almost say, as if just a little pressure between thumb and forefinger would be enough to snap it in half. She weighs practically nothing either: it takes no effort at all to drag her along, though she struggles and strikes him with her other hand, occasionally throwing glances over her shoulder. It is of no use, of course. If Axel is still alive, he is barely more than scraps of awareness and darkness, and Shadows or Dusks, whichever get to him first, will finish him off. There is no one who is coming to rescue this princess, best-beloved, most-precious. The Keyblade Master who prizes her above all others is still milling around in the dark, chasing after his equally-foolish friend, and by the time they discover she is even gone, it will be too late.
Still, even now, she does not seem to be afraid. When he jerks her up closer to his own body, to hold her still and close as he opens a new doorway, she does not tremble or falter. Her eyes, ridiculously large in her small face, are clear and bright. Something in her gaze makes him pause, and she takes that opportunity to speak: "Let me go."
"Don't be foolish," he says. To punctuate his point he tightens his hand on her wrist, and though she winces a little from pain, there is still no fear in her face. "We can't have you running around and causing trouble. Not with our plans so close to fruition."
"You really should," she says. "When Sora finds out, he won't be happy."
His lip curls a little at that name. "He won't find you," he says. "No one will find you. Even the mouse-king doesn't know the way. You'll rot in darkness." With the rest of us, he doesn't add, though their number is already greatly reduced: the traitors are all dealt with, and one could number the ones of their Organization remaining on a single hand. He doesn't know what a world of nothingness and incomplete existence will do to a Princess of Heart--will it tear her down? Will even her pure heart be eventually dragged down and turned to dust--or will she bring life to a place that knows none? Was one Princess enough to save a world that never had a heart in the first place?
Saïx is not a scientist. He has no interest for the whys and workings of the world--he knows only the physical ache centered in his chest, so that there is tightness each time he breathes in, and some struggling tendril of instinct tells him to keep this girl close at all costs. Xemnas has pinned his hopes on the Keyblade Master, but Saïx knows better. Hope--such as a heartless being can even feel it--is inside of this delicate slip of a girl.
"I won't," the girl says, and he finds his attention pulled back to her face abruptly, reluctantly, meeting her clear eyes once more. "Sora will find me. And if he needs help with that, I'll meet him halfway."
She speaks with a calm unwavering conviction. He does not know if it is even possible for her to fear--this anomaly of humanity with no darkness within her at all. Maybe she will not be destroyed by the World That Never Was after all; maybe she will bring light to that dark cold place as nothing ever has or ever will. He thinks that perhaps she is carrying pieces of the sun in those bright eyes, and if only she stays long enough, Kingdom Hearts will open, and his own heart will be guided back to its proper place. Saïx touches her cheek with the tip of a finger; the bone is just as delicate as the ones in her wrist. She reminds him of a bird, he thinks, some delicate little robin that he will remake into a nightingale--perhaps, he thinks, when he gets his heart back, he will be grateful to her and remorseful of what he is doing now.
But he does not have his heart, and without it he does not have those sorts of emotions. He presses his finger now to her mouth, with its soft lips and its solemn line. Her brow furrows, but she doesn't pull away. By most accounts she would be beautiful, he knows; he himself can only see Xemnas' pet witch--the one he lost to his fool of a former master--and he thinks that perhaps he would feel differently, with a heart. Maybe he'll have the chance to find out; he doesn't intend to release her before then.
"I'll kill you if you go," he says, and opens the door, pulling her into the dark.
Author/Artist:
nekokobanRating: PG-13
Prompt: Kingdom Hearts, Saïx/Kairi: abduction as seduction, fairytale themes - Hades and Persephone.
Word count: 806
Summary: She is a strange little thing, unlike the witch she created, and he's willing to wait and see what becomes of her.
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Her wrist in his hand is delicate--fragile, he would almost say, as if just a little pressure between thumb and forefinger would be enough to snap it in half. She weighs practically nothing either: it takes no effort at all to drag her along, though she struggles and strikes him with her other hand, occasionally throwing glances over her shoulder. It is of no use, of course. If Axel is still alive, he is barely more than scraps of awareness and darkness, and Shadows or Dusks, whichever get to him first, will finish him off. There is no one who is coming to rescue this princess, best-beloved, most-precious. The Keyblade Master who prizes her above all others is still milling around in the dark, chasing after his equally-foolish friend, and by the time they discover she is even gone, it will be too late.
Still, even now, she does not seem to be afraid. When he jerks her up closer to his own body, to hold her still and close as he opens a new doorway, she does not tremble or falter. Her eyes, ridiculously large in her small face, are clear and bright. Something in her gaze makes him pause, and she takes that opportunity to speak: "Let me go."
"Don't be foolish," he says. To punctuate his point he tightens his hand on her wrist, and though she winces a little from pain, there is still no fear in her face. "We can't have you running around and causing trouble. Not with our plans so close to fruition."
"You really should," she says. "When Sora finds out, he won't be happy."
His lip curls a little at that name. "He won't find you," he says. "No one will find you. Even the mouse-king doesn't know the way. You'll rot in darkness." With the rest of us, he doesn't add, though their number is already greatly reduced: the traitors are all dealt with, and one could number the ones of their Organization remaining on a single hand. He doesn't know what a world of nothingness and incomplete existence will do to a Princess of Heart--will it tear her down? Will even her pure heart be eventually dragged down and turned to dust--or will she bring life to a place that knows none? Was one Princess enough to save a world that never had a heart in the first place?
Saïx is not a scientist. He has no interest for the whys and workings of the world--he knows only the physical ache centered in his chest, so that there is tightness each time he breathes in, and some struggling tendril of instinct tells him to keep this girl close at all costs. Xemnas has pinned his hopes on the Keyblade Master, but Saïx knows better. Hope--such as a heartless being can even feel it--is inside of this delicate slip of a girl.
"I won't," the girl says, and he finds his attention pulled back to her face abruptly, reluctantly, meeting her clear eyes once more. "Sora will find me. And if he needs help with that, I'll meet him halfway."
She speaks with a calm unwavering conviction. He does not know if it is even possible for her to fear--this anomaly of humanity with no darkness within her at all. Maybe she will not be destroyed by the World That Never Was after all; maybe she will bring light to that dark cold place as nothing ever has or ever will. He thinks that perhaps she is carrying pieces of the sun in those bright eyes, and if only she stays long enough, Kingdom Hearts will open, and his own heart will be guided back to its proper place. Saïx touches her cheek with the tip of a finger; the bone is just as delicate as the ones in her wrist. She reminds him of a bird, he thinks, some delicate little robin that he will remake into a nightingale--perhaps, he thinks, when he gets his heart back, he will be grateful to her and remorseful of what he is doing now.
But he does not have his heart, and without it he does not have those sorts of emotions. He presses his finger now to her mouth, with its soft lips and its solemn line. Her brow furrows, but she doesn't pull away. By most accounts she would be beautiful, he knows; he himself can only see Xemnas' pet witch--the one he lost to his fool of a former master--and he thinks that perhaps he would feel differently, with a heart. Maybe he'll have the chance to find out; he doesn't intend to release her before then.
"I'll kill you if you go," he says, and opens the door, pulling her into the dark.
