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Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts does not belong to me. I just borrow
them for a short time to write amusing stories.
Wow, I am on a roll, eh? Welcome to another KH story of mine. This one
does not belong to anyone in particular, so I hope it turns out okay. I am sure
you will let me know if it is crap, yes? Well, anyway, I had better warn you
all of the content in case you do not know, right?
WARNING: THIS DARK, VIOLENT AND GRITTY FIC WILL CONTAIN YAOI. IF YOU
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Summary: (R/S, all other pairings secret!) A sadistic
game yields the prize of a lifetime�power and wealth beyond one�s wildest
dreams and a chance to cheat the crippling caste system set by the city�s
ruler. Many participate in the game, but no one has ever won�
Hello! I admit this fic is a little�different then what I have
previously written. It is very dark, and may stay that way through the duration
of the story. The idea I had for it previously was dramatically different; it
was closer to my usual tone. However, in researching my heritage, a new idea
came to me, and so I have decided to write this. I warn you; again, this fic is
very dark and will become quite graphic, so I seriously advise you to leave
this fic if it is not suitable to your tastes. I will not be upset, honest.
Still here? On with the fic! Enjoy!
Karma
Prologue: Setting The Wheels In
Motion
I have a proposition for
you.
10:58 pm.
The cool silver rays of the waxing crescent moon glint almost ominously
off the brightly polished sign of Destati, a new club rapidly gaining fame in
the harsh city of Paragon. It is a place where those unfortunate enough to be
born into the low rungs of the city�s harsh caste system go to escape the
confines of their dreary existence. For the low-born, Destati is a paradise, a
place to go to feel alive in a city that thrives on death�for those beautiful,
clever, or desperate enough. For, as with all things in Paragon, everything
carries a price�
And Destati is no exception.
In the alleyway beside the club, a young man with a small, boyish frame
sprints down the narrow path, clutching a small box of ivory inlaid with gold
in his right hand. The moonlight makes the pure white sleeveless turtleneck he
is wearing seem almost silver against the dark crimson of the long, baggy pants
he is wearing slung low on his hips. As he nears the end of the alley, he runs
a hand through his mane of messy brown spikes, trying and failing to make them
somewhat presentable. He shoves the box into his pocket, taking a breath before
exiting the alley and walking calmly towards the pair of bouncers that guard
the entrance of Destati.
Just a small test. A simple
thing, really.
11:00 pm.
One of the bouncers is leaning against the building, actually dozing,
most likely bored from the lack of action the night has offered. The other one,
dark haired with a silver chain around his neck, still looks as though he
harbors some hope for excitement. He turns immediately as the young man
approaches, crossing his arms and doing his best to look intimidating.
�So, you here for the �everybody gets in� hour?�
The young man nods, moving to step past him and into the club. The
bouncer moves to block his path, narrowing his eyes at the brunet as he looks
him over, taking note of the plain copper bracelet on the young man�s left
wrist that proclaims his place in society.
The small male is a mena, someone suitable for the lowest work,
but better then a pela or slave. He is nicely dressed for his station,
so he must be �sponsored� by someone in a higher caste, probably as a pleasure
companion. The thought brought an idea to the bouncer; he himself was a liega,
middle-class. Only one step higher, but still better then the small mena could
ever hope for.
�Sorry, but you missed it by five minutes.� The bouncer then smiles
lecherously, eyes glittering at the nervous look in the wide, sapphire blue
eyes of the young man. �But I tell you what. You do me a little favor, and I�ll
let you slip through.�
The young man frowns and shakes his head, moving to try and get around
the bouncer again. The burly man lays a heavy hand on the brunet�s slender
throat, turning him around and pushing him forward.
�Why not? You wanna get in, don�t ya? If you�re real good, I�ll even get
you a private corner.� The bouncer turns to his companion, whistling sharply to
wake him up. �Yo Wakka, I�m gonna take a quick break, watch the door, okay?�
The other bouncer blinks sleepily at the young man in his companion�s
grip. �Hey wait, that�s Sora, he can-�
�Just watch the door, I�ll be back in a��
The wind is suddenly knocked out of the burly liega, as the young
man named Sora sends an elbow into the relaxed muscles of the unprepared
bouncer with a strength that did not fit his small frame. The bouncer releases
the brunet immediately as he doubles over, and Sora takes the opportunity to
slam a knee into the burly man�s face, causing him to fall backwards, dazed and
surprised, to the ground. Sora steps around him to walk into the club, giving a
silent snort of disgust as he passes the man who had thought to use him. Before
he can reach the door, however, the other bouncer, Wakka, stops him with a hand
heavy with gold rings on his arm.
�Hey, I know he�s a perverted blockhead, but next time, let me handle
it.�
With a soft smile, Sora nods, brushing the red-haired bouncer�s hand off
his arm.
�You can go. Just don�t beat up anyone inside, ya?�
Sora grins at Wakka and nods again, walking past him to enter the doors
of the club. As they shut behind him, he flips a shiny object into the air and
deftly catches it- a gold ring that had adorned Wakka�s middle finger. He tucks
that into his pocket along with the silver chain taken off the dark haired
bouncer when he had introduced the man�s face to his knee.
If you can get to me before
midnight, I will make it more then worth your while�
11:15 pm
The music of the club is loud with a sensual beat that causes Sora�s hips
to sway as he struts across the floor, commanding the gazes of several patrons
as he does so. He ignores them, running a hand through his hair absentmindedly,
his every movement in perfect time with the music.
Casting his eyes around the interior of the club, Sora�s already smug
grin spreads as strong arms slip around his waist, pulling him back against a
firm chest. He leans back, eyes closing as he allows himself to enjoy the feel
of the warm body behind him.
�I was beginning to think that you had run into some trouble��
Sora turns to face the one who has embraced him�his lover and partner
Riku, the only thing in this god-forsaken city that is worth anything to him.
He smiles as Riku lowers his face to his, kissing his lips briefly before moving
to whisper softly into his ear.
�Is everything ready?�
Sora nods once, subtly, reaching into his pocket to press the small ivory
box into Riku�s waiting hands. Riku quickly drops it into his own pocket, then
reaches up to tug Sora�s body closer to his.
�Shit, Sora, what are you wearing? I�m starting to want to forget about
this whole job�� He laughs as Sora pulls back, giving him a reprimanding look.
�I know, I know, we need the money. Here, kiss me and I�ll get moving.�
Granting Riku a shy smile, Sora tilts his head upward as Riku swiftly
descends upon him. He willingly parts his lips, but he is the one to slide his
tongue into Riku�s mouth first, sliding the wet flesh along his lover�s. Riku
makes a small sound of appreciation at the feel of Sora�s talented tongue, and
pulls the brunet even more tightly against him, his hips gyrating to the loud
beat of the music. Sora moves against him with perfect rhythm, his movements
just as smooth and controlled as Riku�s.
Several eyes follow them, some amused, most envious. Everyone in the club
has at least heard of them, the pela who dares to set his sights past
his caste and the mena able to see beyond his. It is an urban fairytale,
the story of their love, and the people of the lower castes clung to the hope it
brought them, the hope of a happiness that existed beyond the walls of Destati.
Riku slides his fingers down Sora�s hips, becoming more demanding.
Grinning, Sora rests his hands on his lover�s waist and pushes away before the
other man can become too aroused.
Riku growls a little, leaning down to take Sora�s lips again, but the
brunet places one hand over his mouth and lowers the other to tap his lover�s
watch, reminding Riku that they are supposed to be working. Sighing at
this, Riku reluctantly steps away from Sora�s warm body with a nod,
understanding the silent reminder.
As he turns to leave, he feels Sora�s arms wrap around him from behind,
enveloping him in a tight hug. He closes his eyes, rubbing his cheek against
Riku�s broad shoulders, then releases him with a sigh, patting him on the ass
once to get him moving.
Finding me is easy, but I will
move to stop you, so remember to keep on your toes.
11:35 pm
Calmly weaving through the crowd with a grace born of his own
self-confidence, Riku pulls the box out of his pocket and glances at it, taking
note of the strange eye shaped tessellation designed on it.
The box is supposed to be all that is needed to find and get to the
mysterious person who commissioned this little game. The outside is the clue
and what is inside will open the way there.
Riku snorts in disgust�their �client� is obviously someone from one of
the higher castes, probably the snobbish gaina, the rich nobility. Bored
as they are with light work and more money than they need, one of their greatest
pastimes is to think up these little games and force the lower castes to play
them. The games are always dangerous, especially the one named Karma that the
ruler of the city runs. Karma is deadly to play, and rumor has it that the
ruling caste, the danara, secretly call it �population control�.
Dropping the box back into his pocket, Riku continues onward with and
tossing his head haughtily. He would not even play this game if it were
not for the insanely huge prize of ten thousand credits. He cannot do much with
the money himself, being the pela that he is, but the money can
certainly help Sora�
Shifting through the crowd again, Riku moves decisively towards the
restrooms. The design on the box is almost identical to the design on the wall
to the far side of the stalls in the men�s room. The spot is almost perfectly
hidden by those self-same stalls, and Riku only remembers it because he and
Sora frequent that spot when they need a semi-private area and Sora can not get
a private room for them. Smiling, Riku thinks back on the times he had Sora
pressed against the cold tiles of that wall, the brunet clinging to him
desperately�
Riku is just getting into his daydream when a patron knocks into him
without apology, sending him stumbling forward a few steps. He glares after the
man though he is actually angry with himself. What if that had been someone
sent to stop him? Perhaps he should be focusing on the job� Thoughts like those
can cause him to be late�or get him killed.
Casually pressing past the heavily decorated door that leads to the men�s
restroom, Riku let his eyes sweep the area to assess the situation.
Thick, gray smoke blankets the air, and what few patrons using the
facilities are off in a corner, contributing to the squalid pollutant. Riku
makes a face as he ventures further in, but he actually welcomes the smoke� it
offers perfect cover. He would hate for someone to notice what he is doing and
follow him.
Riku reaches into his pocket as he nears the decorated wall, pulling out
the ivory box in his pocket and opening it to reveal a small, wire-like key.
The keyhole should be hidden somewhere in the design. Riku runs his hands along
the tiles, wondering if this task was best left up to Sora; those eyes of his
were much better than Riku�s� they never miss a single detail.
The door to the restroom is suddenly slammed open, allowing the smoke to
clear somewhat as three large men enter the room and head for the stalls. The
two men smoking take one look at them and hurry from the room, able to discern
through their drug-induced haze that the spot is about to become dangerous.
Riku turns and smiles darkly at the three large men.
�Predictable.�
The first person, a rather ugly man that Riku immediately decides looks
like gorilla, narrows his beady eyes and quickly crosses the distance between
himself and the young pela fist-first. Snorting, Riku dodges, moving
swiftly to his right. With all of his weight thrown behind the punch,
gorilla-boy stumbles a little, giving Riku an opening to attack. Lifting his
left leg straight up in the air, Riku drops it in a beautiful axe-kick, the
attack connecting with the man�s shoulder and sends him tumbling to the floor,
dazed.
The next man springs at Riku with a flurry of kicks and punches, his
movements more precise and controlled than his companion. Riku dances around
the dark-haired kickboxer, dodging each strike by the barest margin and making
the other man feel like a fool.
Meanwhile, the last man, the bow-legged leader of the group steps
forward, nodding at the man on the floor. Gorilla-boy reaches a hand out and
catches one of Riku�s ankles, holding him still so the kickboxer has a better
chance at landing a blow. Riku frowns, ducking under a punch from the
dark-haired man, raising his free leg in a swift kick that catches him in the
chin and sends him stumbling back.
Before he can mount an attack on the man holding his ankle, Riku is
grabbed by his silver hair and slammed forcefully into the wall, hard enough to
stun him for a moment. The bow-legged leader pins his arms behind his back,
while the beady-eyed man on the floor keeps his legs still. The kickboxer
shakes his head to clear it, then walks back over with a scowl to a squirming
Riku.
�Try some clever shit like that again and we�ll break your fuckin�
limbs.� The kickboxer snarls, leaning forward to frisk Riku. He finds the small
ivory box and pulls it out of the smaller male�s pocket, standing when he is
finished.
�Rrrrgh!� Riku growls, struggling as the box is taken.
The third man holding his arms pinned releases one of his arms to knock
Riku�s head forcefully into the wall.
�Shut up!�
With that, the three release Riku, letting him fall to the floor as they
make their way toward the door to leave. Riku picks himself up off the ground
and leans against the wall, holding a hand to his face and laughing softly.
One of the men who had attacked him turns to look at him quizzically, but
the one behind him gives him little push.
�Just leave him, he�s crazy.�
Riku laughs harder. �You guys are so fucking predictable!� With that he
pulls a small key out of his mouth, a perfect replica of the key in the box,
slipped to him by Sora when the brunet kissed him earlier.
�Not only are you predictable, but you�re really fucking stupid too.�
Riku�s laughter dies away and his voice becomes low and controlled. �You helped
me find the keyhole, you fucks.�
Without wasting another second, Riku slams the key into the center of the
wall, right where the �eye� is. The wall slides open, allowing Riku to fall
into the hall hidden behind it. Riku gives the three men a little wave as he
does so, and when the door slides back, he grits his teeth and slams his fist
into the mechanism that moves the door several times to damage it. Stepping
back, he holds his now bleeding hand, trying to will away the throbbing pain.
�Shit, that hurt��
Sora is going to kill him for this stunt; Riku could have waited till the
men left the room, but he wants them to know that he had used them to help him.
�I�d better get moving. There might be something else set out to stop
me.�
If you are clever enough,
you should have no problems.
11:50 pm
Breathing heavily, Riku races along the narrow hallway, nursing his
injured hand. He shortly comes up on a long set of stairs that he quickly
climbs, keeping his eyes open for any attacks. The hallway is eerily quiet, the
only sounds coming from Riku�s own hurried footsteps.
As he hurries along, his sensitive hearing catches a slick clicking sound.
Just as several sharp spikes drop from the ceiling, he flattens against the
wall, watching them bury into the floor.
�Damn, what a sadistic bastard.� Riku hisses, noticing that a spike has
sliced through his pants. �I�m glad I didn�t send Sora to do this��
Carefully stepping around the around the spikes, Riku continues down the
hall, a little more cautiously than he had been previously, mindful of the fact
that there may be more traps ahead.
Luckily, there was none, and he soon comes to a large set of brightly
polished steel doors.
�There has to be a trap here.� Riku mutters under his breath. He studies
the door, particularly the skull-shaped knobs which seem to maliciously grin at
him. �Maybe the door is electrocuted�or the doorknobs inject a fast acting
poison��
Sighing loudly, knowing he is running out of time, Riku jerks off the
outer shirt he has on and wraps it around his right hand and knocks on the
door, listening carefully to perceive if there is a mechanism in the door that
operates a deadly trap.
The door suddenly swings open, making Riku jump back in surprise. A small
blond boy gazes out at him, his large brown eyes full of an amused curiosity.
Riku stares in disbelief, thinking that this could not be who is running
this game, it simply could not�
��Mr. Okami�?� Riku asks in a strained voice.
�No, but I will take you to him. This way please.�
Riku breathes an audible sigh of relief; he would not know what to do if
it was indeed a child making him jump through hoops.
He follows the small boy into a lavish office decorated in a
Chinese-style with bold colors, lots of plants and huge windows. The boy stops
in front of a large black lacquered desk trimmed with gold. Seated at the desk
is a man in a deep blue Chinese-style shirt with wolves embroidered on the
right sleeve in silver thread. He is leaning back in his large, black leather
chair, right arm propped on the armrest, face resting in his palm.
He gazes at Riku, pale blue eyes glittering mischievously. Riku grins at
him, proudly lifting his chin and crossing his arms.
�Mr. Okami, I�ve won your game.�
The man before him does not move save to allow an amused smile to cross
his lips.
�Oh?�
Author�s Nonsense:
Yes, I did have the nerve to end it here. Kill me if you must, but if
you have read any of my other works, you will know that I am fond of
cliff-hangers.
I have to thank the wonderful Uzumaki-sama for beta-ing this story.
bows I owe you big! Thanks!
Seeing this is the end of the prologue, I don�t have much to say
except REVIEW! I would really like to know how you liked this story, so please,
please review!
Whelp, I�m going now. If you want to reach me for any strange reason,
you can e-mail me at the next chapter, then!
Ciao!
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