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City of Dying Dreams	By : SephirothsStalker Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 3172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Well, it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes� this place is always such a mess. Sometimes I think I�d like to watch it burn.

Riku took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly, titling his head slightly upwards to watch his smoke rings sail off into the gray sky. He ignored the cold drizzle that fell from the clouds, making the pavement slick beneath his boots, soaking into his jean jacket and dampening his silver hair. He was sick of this weather. He had been sick of it for years. �It can�t rain all the time,� his mother had told him once. Too bad she was just a dumb bitch that didn�t know any better. He closed his eyes and took another drag, killing time. Hunger was a fucked up thing. It made you behave in fucked up ways. Like now. The kid wanted nothing more than to be back in his poor excuse for an apartment, doing some sort of illegal activity. Instead he was out here, on the corner of 5th and Strummond, waiting for a break.
The people swarmed over the sidewalk like ants, awkwardly trying to avoid each other as well as the vendors, the taxis, the whores, the pimps, the dealers, the junkies and the rain. In a crowd this thick, it was very easy for him to work. No one thought anything of it if you brushed against them. At the worst they thought you were a whore trying to get a trick. The city was teeming with them. He knew, he had been one. But times change, needs change, and the only thing that stays the same is the hunger. It was instructing him now.
A well-dressed man was leaving the coffee shop further up the street. He had a hunch the man would be heading his way, and another hunch that he would have quite a bit of money. Riku pushed himself away from the lamppost he was leaning against, and dropped his unfinished cigarette on the wet ground. Crushing it with his boot heel, he started walking casually in the man�s direction, blending effortlessly with the crowd. Riku absently acknowledged the approving stares he was eliciting from women as he passed them by. There were times when his unique looks were more of a hindrance than a help. Hopefully the man would be too flustered to give police an accurate description.
Slowly, the man was heading his way, moving with the hurried grace of important people who have places to go and things to do. He held a newspaper over his head, in a vain attempt to keep from getting wet. No doubt, that expensive suit is dry clean only, thought Riku. At least he�s making it easy for me. He�s not too hard on the eyes, either. With measured strides, Riku intercepted the man, bumping into him, and letting his hands run over him with practiced ease.
The man�s eyes widened in shock, and he nearly dropped his newspaper as Riku�s arms went around him. He let a smirk form on his lips. �I�m so sorry.� he purred. �I didn�t hurt you, did I?�
The man stammered. �No, no. I�m alright.� He�d heard about the prostitutes in the city, but he had no idea they were so bold as to feel you up on the street. To his horror, he felt a stirring in his blood.
Riku looked at him from under lowered lashes, as his well-trained hands relieved the man of his wallet. �Are you sure? That�s such a nice suit you have on. I�d hate to wrinkle it.� Hmm, I think I�ll be taking this watch too. �Let me dust you off.� He brushed his hands over the man�s behind for good measure. �Again, I apologize.� Riku let go of his victim, and smiled.
The man seemed to have recovered from his spell, and blinked. I just let him grope me. �It�s� it�s alright.
�You have a nice day.� Riku drawled, brushing past him, and pinching his rear as he went.
The man blushed and hurried on his way to whatever place important people go to on days like this.
Riku turned the corner at the end of the street and grinned. �How disgustingly easy.� he murmured, dropping the stolen items in his inner jacket pocket.
WHUMPF!!!

Hello, ground. Riku was sent sprawling face down on the slick pavement as a blur crashed into him, and jumped over him, running away at top speed. Pain exploded in his lower back, and he groaned in disgust at having his clothes drenched in a puddle of rainwater and God knows what else. Fearfully he lowered a hand to his jeans pocket and his eyes narrowed. That little fuck just stole his wallet. The irony of the situation was lost on him as disbelief gave way to rage. �Oh, hell no!� Riku gritted, and pulled himself to his feet. He took off in the direction the little thief had gone.
Riku silently thanked Timberland boots for making such wonderful gripping soles as he pursued his attacker. The crowd was thin here, and he soon caught sight of his prey, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and a pair of faded jeans.
The thief turned and looked over his shoulder, realizing he�d been followed.
Riku saw a pair of eyes so blue staring back at him from inside the hood, he almost forgot what he was doing. Absently he dodged a hydrant, picking up speed. Yeah, all the rest of him is going to be blue, and purple, and black too, once I get my hands on his thieving ass.

The thief turned back too late and crashed into a phone booth, startling the woman inside, and making himself dizzy. Pain rushed over him in a wave, and he stumbled for a moment, uncertain of where to run. Before he could sprint off anywhere, he felt the hand of his pursuer grab the back of his coat and yank him rudely away from the booth.
Riku wrenched the guy away from the main street, ignoring the open-mouthed stares from the select few who gave a damn. It generally wasn�t good to beat the shit out of people out in the open. The folks in the city turned their backs on a lot of things, but you never knew when some lousy do-gooder yuppie would call the cops on you. It was often suspected that construction workers left huge gaps between buildings, also known as alleys, for the express purpose of beating people at your leisure without fear of interruption. Riku had no intention of going to jail for legitimately punishing a pick-pocket, so he dragged his quarry down one of these convenient alleys. He shoved him sprawling on the ground with no little satisfaction. �How�d you like that, huh? Is it fun bathing in puddles?�
The thief spluttered and turned, glaring from his place on the ground. �Fuck you.�
�No, fuck you, my little blue-eyed friend.� Riku replied. �Now, you have something that belongs to me. I want it back.�
�I don�t know what you�re talking about.� he said defiantly.
Figures. Riku nodded. �Okay. You got amnesia, right?� He rolled up the sleeves on his jacket. �I got a cure for that. It�s called an ass-whooping. How about it, kid? You gonna take your medicine?�
The kid flipped back his hood and gave him a hateful look. �You just try and see what happens.�
Riku looked him over, slightly stunned. His rich brown hair was sticking out in unkempt spikes, his clear blue eyes were narrowed with anger, and his face was smudged with dirt, but still� He obviously wasn�t from the city. He looks like some rich broad�s lost kitten. �What the fuck? Shouldn�t you be at band camp instead of picking pockets?�
The kid snorted and looked over his attacker. He couldn�t believe he was getting manhandled by this slender, jade-eyed asshole. �You�re one to talk. You ought to be posing up on a Calvin Klein billboard somewhere, pretty boy.�
Riku�s eyes narrowed. No one called him a pretty boy. He knew he was attractive by all means, but there was just something utterly emasculating about being called pretty. His hands curled into fists as he resolved to teach the little fuck some manners. �Well, this pretty boy is about to stomp a mud hole in your ass, kid.�
The kid climbed to his feet and faced him, putting his fists up. �Go ahead. I guarantee, you�re not going to be pretty much longer.�
Riku�d had about enough. He launched himself at the kid and pulled to the side at the last minute. Throwing his leg out, he caught the kid in the stomach.
Much to his surprise the kid grabbed his leg and yanked with surprising strength, causing him to tumble onto the ground on his back. A spray of mud emphasized his fall as if to say Damn right.

�Ha! Bet you didn�t see that coming, did you, pretty boy?� the kid called, smugly.
Riku lifted his head up and glared. No, he certainly didn�t see that coming. That was one of his own moves. Well, if the kid wants to play rough, that�s fine by me. He quickly arched his body backwards like a cat, and flipped up, catching the kid in the midsection with both feet.
The kid staggered back with the force of the blow, and crumpled up on the ground, groaning in pain.

Amateur, thought Riku disgustedly, throwing a kick at his seemingly fallen enemy.
The kid whipped his legs out at the last minute and tripped him.

There goes my back again, thought Riku, scrambling to regain his feet. Snarling, he reached out and grabbed a hold of the kid�s sweatshirt and yanked him backwards.
Panicking, the kid threw a wild punch in his direction.
Riku grunted as the fist connected with his shoulder and shoved the kid flat against the wet ground. �You fucked up, punk.� He pulled himself up onto the kid�s back, weighing him down. �I�ll be taking this back.� he declared, snatching his wallet from the kid�s back pockets.
�Get off me! You son of a bitch!� the kid roared, trying to free himself.
Riku savagely dug his knees into the kid�s sides, causing him to gasp in pain. �You know, somebody really ought to wash your mouth out.� Wrapping one arm around the kid�s chest for purchase, he grabbed a fistful of thick hair with his other hand. He growled in triumph as he mashed the kid�s face down into a puddle. �Drink up!� he ordered.
The kid thrashed madly beneath him, trying to throw him off. The foul taste of grit and rainwater invaded his mouth and nose. His lungs began to burn as his body breathed in liquid instead of air. He�s trying to drown me! He frantically flailed his arms and kicked his legs, trying to dislodge his attacker.
For a moment Riku�s hand slipped, and he scrambled for balance. The little fuck is pretty strong. �Wow! You remind me of those bucking broncos down in the arcade-� Then he saw it. The familiar image of a feathery winged heart wrapped in wicked black barbed wire so tightly that it was beginning to bleed crimson teardrops. Riku�s hand absently went to the back of his own neck, where the exact same image was tattooed.
The kid took this opportunity to heave upwards with all of his strength, throwing Riku off.
Riku caught himself reflexively, and sprung to his feet, simply staring at the kid.
The kid glared back at him with a look of pure hate, and spat a mouthful of puddle water on his boots.
Riku didn�t even flinch. �You work for Ansem.� It was a statement, not a question.
Blue eyes widened for a moment and then narrowed again. �So what if I do?�
Riku shook his head and strode forward, grabbing the kid by his unruly brown locks. �Come on.�
The kid yelped and clawed at Riku�s arms trying to free himself. �Let go of me!�
Riku instantly brought a fist down on his head, stunning him. �I said, come on.� he repeated, dragging his captive toward the street. Ansem, what the fuck were you thinking, hiring this Bobby Cream Cheese motherfucker? You must be desperate.

�Where are we going?� the kid grumbled, making no further effort to escape.
�To see Ansem.� replied Riku simply. The breeze that reached him when he returned to the street felt welcome, and fresh. As fresh as any air in this godforsaken place can be anyway. At least the rain stopped. Reenergized by the breeze, Riku absently pondered the best way to take his captive to Ansem. If it was just him, he�d hoof it, but the prospect of walking that distance with that blue-eyed bastard struggling and looking for escape the whole way� it just didn�t sit with him. There�s always the bus, he thought, watching as a Metro bus passed down the street. Nah, buses stop too much. Every time the driver opened the door, he could expect an elbow in his ribs and a mad dash for the exit. That left only one other alternative. Riku was loathe to spend any of his hard-earned money on the little fuck, but he had no choice. �Taxi!� he called, moving to the curb and waving his hand.
Immediately his new friend thrashed and almost would�ve escaped, had Riku not wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed. He was rewarded with a choking gasp, and the pleasure of seeing the kid drop to his knees on the sidewalk, both hands imploringly tugging at the fingers wrapped tightly around his neck.
�You�re not going anywhere.� Riku informed him. �As much as I like you on your knees, no cab in his right mind would pick us up like this, so I need you on your feet.� He reluctantly removed his hand.
Solely to spite him, the kid remained where he was, glaring defiantly with glowing blue eyes.
Riku sighed. He was not in the mood to get into another wrestling match with the brat right here on the street. He would just have to hope one of the more depraved cabbies came by before he lost what little patience he had left, and strangled the bastard to death.
As luck would have it, a faded blue cab with white numbers that were barely legible, pulled up to the curb. The window rolled down, and a doughy face peered out at them. The man�s tiny black eyes glittered like stones as he assessed the two. �Need a ride?�
Riku frowned, but knew his chance had come. �Yeah. My friend is sick, and I need to take him home.� He nudged the kid with his foot and was treated to the feeling of sharp nails digging into his calf. Riku hissed and grabbed the rear door handle of the cab, and wrenched it open. He shoved the kid forward sharply, giving him the choice of hitting his face on the metal door frame, or climbing into the cab. The kid chose the latter, cursing under his breath as he did so. Riku nodded in satisfaction and stepped in after him, settling down into the seat.
Instantly, an excruciating sting spread throughout his muscles, making him arch up off the seat and grimace. �Hello, Riku,� it said. �My name is Lower Back Pain. Now that I�m here, I will be making your life miserable for the rest of the day.�
Riku winced. This was all that kid�s fault, tackling him on the street like some damn quarterback. He turned to look at his captive, irritated to see the shadow of a smirk at his expense pass over that innocent face so quickly that Riku wouldn�t have believed it was ever there, if he didn�t know any better. Deciding to ignore it for the time being, he turned his attention to the driver. �Southside Hotel. And I know the way, so don�t get cute and try to lead us all over town if you expect to get paid.�
The cabbie rolled his eyes. �Whatever. Just try not to bleed all over my seats.� He spun the wheel sharply to the left and accelerated into traffic, earning them a chorus of honks from the other cars on the road.
Riku was slung back into the seat, and felt another jolt of pain shoot through his spine. He groaned and fastened his seat belt. Glancing to his left, he saw it. That punk was still grinning at his expense, no doubt about it. Immediately Riku lashed out with the back of his hand, catching the kid square in the face.
The kid yelped in pain and brought a hand to his nose, which was now bleeding. Angry blue eyes watered and glared daggers at him.

Bulls-eye. Riku smirked.
�Hey!� the cabbie snarled, whipping around to glare at them. �This isn�t some sort of safe haven for you to beat up on your boyfriend.�
Riku blanched. �My what?!� That pathetic little kitten, my boyfriend?! Get real! �Look, man,� he started. �He�s not my-�
The cabbie would have none of it. �Shut up! Either you learn how to play nice, or you two queens can get the fuck outta my cab!� He swerved madly across the road as he admonished Riku.
�Hey, maybe you should watch the road.� Riku offered nervously, watching in fear as a group of teenagers shrieked and scrambled out of the way of the renegade cab.
�Yeah, yeah. I�ll watch the road if you watch your fists. Kick your boyfriend�s ass when you get to where you�re going. I already told you, no bleeding in my cab!� He turned back to the road.

Too late. It looks like somebody beat us to it, Riku thought with disgust, his eyes roaming over the interior of the vehicle. The cab had a filthy tan hue that he was quite sure Crayola had never made a crayon for, and it�s original color could only be guessed at. Several areas of the foul fabric were burned and slashed, while the front passenger seat was riddled with small holes, the origins of which Riku did not wish to know. Good God� bullet holes?! Stains of varying shades of disgusting were sprinkled liberally around the seats and floor, as if some fun-loving psycho had seen fit to decorate with his own body fluids. All of them. Riku moaned, suddenly feeling ill as he realized that he was probably resting against a dried stain of some unknown horror. He frantically rolled the window down and closed his eyes. The cool wind offered him some respite from his nausea, but he dared not look at the punk. He just knew the kid was smiling. Again. At. His. Expense.
It was a long ride to Ansem�s.
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