| Despite the time and effort that it took, despite the difficulty of the task at times, despite all of that, the product of his struggles was rather beautiful in its own dull, lifeless, faded sort of way. Sometimes, he thought it was impossible, that his efforts would remain forever fruitless, but when it happened, oh when it happened, it was beyond words.
The day Sora’s light faded into complete nothingness…there was no better feeling than that.
Sora hadn’t been gone for too long, about a month or so. He was easily captured, not easily kept, but much to the Nobody’s satisfaction, he was never found. They looked, though. They looked long and hard and they were still looking. Their persistence would yield nothing but disappointment but hey, it gave them something to strive for, right? A dream that would be their light in the darkness? Not like their light could reach Sora where he was now. It was too late for the little boy with the bright blue eyes and that infectious smile. Sora’s eyes had dulled now and his smile had abandoned the boy’s lips. What was left was a pet, a toy for his best friend’s Nobody, and that’s the way he wanted to keep it. No one would ever take this away from the Nobody. He’d never allow it.
A dark portal opened and Kyrios’ slender form slipped from its swirling blackness. Sea green eyes, dark and mischievous, scanned the overall gloomy surroundings he’d kept for himself. Not that he minded, however. Not a soul searched every single crack the worlds had to offer and Kyrios had managed to find himself the darkest one of all; a little hole in the wall of a long-forgotten world, dank and murky and without any visitors. That’s how he preferred it. It was the perfect little place for him and his favorite toy.
“Soooooora?” The Nobody called. Oh, where did that boy wander off to? Normally, Kyrios found the brunette curled up in a corner, murmuring to himself, little messages about Riku and the light and how he’d be found. That had stopped after a while, surprisingly enough, but he knew the boy favored that corner, considering it was as far away from Kyrios as the brunette could get most of the time.
Movement stirred from the darkness and, on his hands and knees, the brunette emerged. He was clothed in nothing more than his pants, his body adorned with bruises, scratches attempting to heal and even the occasional bite mark (those were the Nobody’s favorite). Oh, he looked so helpless like this, defeated and without hope and Kyrios enjoyed it more than his words or his dirty desires could express. It had been entertaining, to say the very least, to watch Sora struggle and he put up a valiant effort. Kyrios couldn’t discredit him for even a moment, but time passed and no one came to his aid. No rescue, no salvation, no faith, no courage, no escape. All that was left before the Nobody was a hollow shell of a warrior of light and, in Kyrios’ opinion, this look suited him better, much better.
Dark sea green eyes watched as the slender boy crawled closer, keeping this dull blue eyes on the ground. Oh, he’d learned his place quickly. The silver haired Nobody was proud, so very proud. A lax smile slithered onto Kyrios’ lips, watching the brunette take his rightful place, on his knees at the Nobody’s feet. “Did you miss me, Sora?” He asked in a venomous whisper, angling his gaze downward at the younger boy. This was a ceremonious question. Anytime the Nobody left for whatever reason, whenever he returned, he’d ask the blue eyed boy the same question, in the same tone, using the same exact words. The answer never changed.
“Mm.” Was all Sora managed. It was as close to a yes as Kyrios got but he preferred it this way. There were other sounds that he preferred to hear from the brunette so he’d rather his little pet save his voice for those little interludes. His eyes never left the ground, slouching helplessly, quiet and obedient. The resolve he had, that fiery spirit , that valorous heart, all stripped away, rendering Sora useless to the light, favored by the darkness. How it should be.
The Nobody’s smile twisted into a grin as he offered the brunette his right hand in a slow, fluid motion. The answer was always the same, yes, but so was the action that followed. Kyrios had pretty much beaten the reaction into Sora, making it almost a rehearsed action, but however he managed to pull the movement out of the brunette didn’t matter. As long as he could see it, take it in, savor every moment of it…that’s what mattered most. He watched the younger boy carefully, observing Sora’s movements. Any unnecessary twitch, any hesitation at all would be viewed as reluctance, which Kyrios frowned upon. The brunette already sported an array of dark bruises around his upper body and his arms, punishment for trying to wield a Keyblade against his new keeper. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sora…you should have known better.
However, the younger boy made no sharp movements, no attempt at escape. Instead, Sora lifted a trembling hand, placing it gently beneath Kyrios’. He guided it to his own lips and kissed the top of the Nobody’s hand, chapped lips ghosting over the skin. The brunette did this each and every time he was asked if he missed Kyrios. He complied, without hesitancy, without lifting his eyes from the ground. He had been beaten, violated, abused in ways he had never known existed and without a light to guide him, without a friend to lean on, the power to fight back was out of his hands, a distant memory in a sea of darkness. What was left for Sora without that drive within him to conquer that darkness which he feared? With no comrades to save him, no hope of redemption, the only thing Sora had left, the only thing that could save him from a fate worse than darkness, was compliance.
“That’s a good boy, Sora.” Kyrios purred, satisfied by his little pet’s obedience. The hand that had been kissed slowly reached forward, moving to absentmindedly stroke the boy’s bruised cheek, an oddly affectionate gesture for the Nobody. Then again, a little gentility towards a pet wasn’t that odd of a thing, was it? A chuckle slipped from his lips as he brushed the pad of his thumb across the brunette’s lower lip, “I missed you too.” As much as any master missed a pet, as much as any child missed his favorite toy. That’s all Sora was now, at least to Kyrios; a possession, a toy, a pet, something to be played with and stored when not in use, something to take out his aggression on, something to watch grovel. Oh, he enjoyed it so.
Without the light, without a glorious ray of hope, Sora belonged not to the radiance, but to the darkness, to Kyrios. |
