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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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Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, I�d be so damn busy making CGI porno of all the sexy men that I wouldn�t have time to write fan fiction. Unfortunately, I do not own it. *sobs*

Author�s Note: I dragged serious ass on this update, for no good reason at all. Forgive me. >_<

Warning: Beware of dogs. They will chase you down and bite you in the ass, bringing you horrible images of violence, yaoi, profanity, OOCness, drug use, and downright seedy behavior. This story is rated R for a reason.

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Southside Hotel was an imposing brown brick structure that jutted up from the ground like a stalactite. Thirty stories high, it towered over the smaller buildings that lined the strip, it�s dominating presence both a fear and a comfort. A gold overhanging arch guarded the glass and gold-framed doorway from the elements. Armed guards in the guise of bellhops guarded the doorway from the enemies. And reputation alone guarded the doorway from everything else.
There were few true residents of the city who did not know of Ansem. He was notorious for his ability to satisfy any vice for a fee. Seemingly endless reserves of prostitutes, drugs, gambling, and entertainment were at his command. He was also quite skilled at problem-solving, possessing the finest arsenal of talented assassins and petty thugs the city had ever seen. The hotel was the first building he had purchased, out of the many that he owned. Several of his employees resided there, and Ansem himself often stayed in the elaborate penthouse he had fashioned out of the top floor.
Originally the gem of the city, Southside Hotel was a flourishing business during the early part of the twentieth century. All was well until a devastating fire rumored to have been caused by a jealous wife, burned up her husband, his mistress, and everyone else inside. The costs of repairing the damage had outweighed the value of the hotel itself in the eyes of it�s owner. Allegations that the ill-fated building was haunted helped to quell any interest in it�s purchase. The building had remained a scorched blemish to city property until Ansem purchased it for next to nothing and remodeled it to his tastes. Some people even thought that Ansem had caused the fire himself. Riku figured that those people didn�t know their asses from a hole in the ground, as the place had burned up in 1933. Either Ansem was a whole lot older than he was letting on, or for once in his life, he was innocent of a crime. Either way, Southside Hotel belonged to him, and Riku knew that was where the man was most likely to be found.
Riku let out an audible sigh of relief as the familiar brown brick building came into view ahead. Mentally, he urged the traffic on. He couldn�t wait to be free of the disgusting cab. Not that Ansem�s place wasn�t vile in it�s own way, but it was leaps and bounds ahead of the foul taxi.
Beside him, the kid quailed and groaned. �Ansem�s going to kill me.� he muttered. He ran a hand through his brown hair in agitation and turned blue eyes darkened with anger on Riku. �I don�t know how you know Ansem, but I hope he makes you wish you�d never been born.�
The words struck a cord deep inside of Riku. He turned away from the window and favored the kid with a cold glare. Despite the warning bells going off in his head at letting his guard down, he couldn�t stop himself from leaning in as close as his seatbelt allowed and locking eyes with his captive. �I already wish that I had never been born, and Ansem had very little to do with it.�
A flicker of emotion passed over eyes the color of sapphires, and the kid�s lips parted as if to apologize.
Riku recoiled violently. The last thing I need is pity from some jerk that can�t even pick a pocket. �Save it.� he growled, looking out the window again. �I don�t want to hear any of your shit, so just keep that pretty mouth of yours closed.�
The kid blinked. Okay� He stared at the weirdo who�d abducted him with mild curiosity. His attacker was now staring out the window with an expression so bland, it looked as if he was altogether incapable of showing emotion. He knew better, though. He had seen those green eyes flaring with anger, glinting with smugness, and burning with an expression that he wasn�t quite sure of. He�d seen that look before. That time some business guy had grabbed his arm outside of the hotel elevator and-
�Finally!� exclaimed Riku, feeling an unparalleled sense of satisfaction as the cab stopped in front of the deserted hotel corner. His eyes roamed over the front entrance, trying to figure out the best way to get to see Ansem. Depending on who was guarding the door, Riku could do it the hard way or the easy way. As he expected, two men stood on the side of the doors. Recognizing the features of the men, his jaw dropped. �You�ve got to be shitting me.�
A man of average height and build stood to the left of the door. Spiky golden hair framed a face that would�ve seemed blissfully angelic, if it weren�t for the blazing blue fire that sparked forth from his eyes. He shifted restlessly, obviously itching to be free of his confining black suit and his current position.
The taller man beside him seemed perfectly content to stand still, his shiny chestnut hair resting as peacefully on his shoulders as he was by the brick wall. Only the stormy dullness in his gray eyes gave any hint as to how annoyed he was with his task. He glanced at the cab, appearing to be unconcerned, but there was no doubt in Riku�s mind that he would not hesitate to shower the vehicle with bullets should anything suspicious arise.
Riku was somewhat shocked to see two of the highest ranking assassins in Ansem�s organization doing something as menial as guarding the door, but he wisely schooled his face into a neutral expression as he opened the car door. �Stay put for a bit.� he ordered the kid, as he climbed out. Walking over to Cloud Strife and Squall Leonhart, he felt a smirk threatening to surface as he spoke. �What the hell are you two doing? Isn�t this awfully low-level work for your kind?�
Cloud scowled and stiffened his shoulders. �Don�t ask.� His blonde hair seemed as irritated as he was.

Hairbrush: use it, Riku thought, but kept his opinion to himself, wishing to remain alive as long as possible.
The brunette, Squall, turned a look on Riku that was fathomless in it�s boredom. �We�re temporary replacements.�
�Ah.� Riku nodded in understanding. Doormen were some of the more expendable employees of Ansem�s and often vanished without explanation. He never did understand why the hell anyone would even want the job.
Cloud snorted and crossed his arms. �I�d much rather be solving some problems than playing security guard.�
�Ooh, do you get those little flashlights and nightsticks too?� Riku asked, with feigned wide-eyed innocence. �Let me see!�
�I�d let you see the ground up close and personal, but it looks like someone already beat me to it.� replied Cloud.
Riku frowned and motioned toward the blue cab idling at the curb. �Yeah, I kind of got into it with one of Ansem�s brats.�
�Hey, you used to be one of Ansem�s brats.� answered Cloud. �But bring him over and let�s see which one it is.�
Riku walked back to the cab and opened the door. Peering inside, he saw his captive was apparently trying to merge with the seat, despite how nasty it was. The look currently on the kid�s face could at best be described as abject humiliation, and Riku felt a tiny pang of guilt. Very tiny. �Alright kid, hop your ass on out.�
The kid obediently climbed out of the cab and developed an immediate interest in studying the laces of his own shoes. Riku pushed him to the side and leaned into the car. �How much do I owe you?� he asked, addressing the driver.
�Thirty three dollars and eighty five cents.� the cabbie answered.
Riku stiffened. �The fuck?! Did you leave the meter running even when I stepped out?�
The driver whirled around, his beady dark eyes flashing. �Of course, I did! This ain�t the Flintstones! This car don�t run on feet! It takes gas, boy. And if you think I�m gonna sit around and wait for you without replenishing what you made me lose, you�re out of your fucking mind.�
Riku groaned and put a hand over his eyes. �Okay, fine.� I�ll just ask Ansem to pay me back. Or I�ll beat my money�s worth out of that damn kid�s hide. He fished the stolen wallet out of his jacket pocket and handed the cabbie three tens and a five.
The cab driver tucked the money into a box and shifted gears. �Thanks. Now get your ugly head out of my car.�
Riku glowered. �I think you owe me some change, asshole.�
The cabbie glared at him again. �Does this look like a fucking bank to you? Do you see a change machine anywhere?�
Riku backed out of the cab and slammed the door hard enough to make the driver jump. Fuck it. �It�s not worth the aggravation.� he muttered, stepping away from the curb just as the cab peeled off. His jeans received a healthy dose of water from the street, and for the umpteenth time in his life, Riku cursed his lame-brained mother for ever giving birth to him. Scowling, he shot a glance at the kid and was rewarded with a smirk. Riku�s pang of guilt went from tiny to nonexistent as he grabbed a handful of the kid�s hair and dragged him to the hotel entrance. �Bring your ass.�
The kid mustn�t have had the heart to struggle any further, as he went along without so much as a hiss of pain.
Riku released him before the two guards. �Here he is.�
�Oh, Hell. Sora�� uttered Cloud, looking to the sky in exasperation. �Why am I not surprised.�
�I see you brought back the kitten.� remarked Squall without interest, ignoring the glare Sora turned in his direction.
�I thought Sephiroth was the cat boy around here?� asked Riku, cocking his head to the side.
�Shit,� scoffed Squall, rolling his eyes at the thought of the older assassin. �You call him that to his face and see what happens.�
�I call him that to his face all that time.� announced Cloud defiantly.
Squall let the ghost of a smirk touch upon his lips. �But, of course. He doesn�t mind when you do it. He likes you, after all.�
The blonde bristled and looked away. �I don�t have time for this shit.�
�Tell it to a wall, Strife.� Squall turned back to Riku. �So, why�d you bring our lost kitten back home?� he asked, with wry amusement. He was sure that he probably had a good idea of what had happened.
Riku glared at Sora. �He stole my wallet.�
Sora sighed and scuffed the sidewalk with his foot, refusing to meet anyone�s eyes. Why doesn�t the ground ever open up and swallow you alive when you want it to? God, what will Ansem think? He coughed discreetly and chose to exercise his right to remain silent.
Squall nodded. �I figured as much. That kitten stole my wallet, for fuck�s sake.�
Riku�s eyes widened and he turned to Sora in surprise. He couldn�t believe he was still alive. Leonhart regularly kills people for lesser offenses. �Are you serious?� He looked back at Squall. �What�d you do to him then?�
�Tried to cripple him.� Cloud answered. �He probably would�ve succeeded, but Ansem interrupted.� He raked a hand through his blonde spikes. �Show Riku the bruise, Squall.�
Squall relaxed his stance and motioned Sora over to him with the wave of a hand. �Come here.� The command was simple, but invited no contestation.
Obediently, Sora walked over, his eyes glowing dangerously. He held no love for Leonhart, but he knew better than to test his will again. He stood stiffly as Squall lifted the back of his sweatshirt. An angry purple bruise the diameter of a grapefruit rested in the center of his lower back.
Riku whistled. �Damn�� He tentatively reached over and brushed a hand over the bruise. It stood out rudely against the rest of the flawless skin that covered the expanse of Sora�s back. Riku absently wondered if the rest of Sora was this smooth.
Sora shivered and jolted away from him. He spun around and glared at his tormentor. �Haven�t you humiliated me enough?� he snapped, angrily. That touch had felt almost nice, and he wondered what type of game this Riku person was playing.
�Funny. I get the impression that you are quite capable of humiliating yourself.� Riku snapped, shaken. He was disgusted with himself for enjoying the feel of that punk�s skin, if even for a moment. �Is Ansem inside?�
Squall resumed his position by the wall once again, boredom settling back over his eyes like a veil. �Yeah. He should be in his office. Go on up.�
Cloud shifted. �When you see him, ask if he has anything better for me to do. I hate this.� He frowned and bit his lip in a way that a lot of people found irresistible. �Standing on this wall makes me feel like I�m getting recess punishment or something.�
Squall let out the pained sigh of the long-suffering. �Yes Riku, ask if he has anything for me to do, as well. Strife�s incessant whining is driving me mad.� He pointedly ignored the hate-filled look his blonde co-worker fired in his direction, and opened the door for Riku.
Riku nodded towards Sora. �After you, kid.�
With a glare that was almost painful in it�s intensity, Sora shoved roughly past Riku and stepped over the threshold.
Riku resisted the urge to trip him, and entered the building. His eyes roamed over the lobby with familiarity. It was every bit as deceitfully decadent as he remembered.

The white marble floor was threaded with accents of gold that glinted with every shift of the light. Red velvet curtains hung in rich cascading waves from polished brass bars, framing the many windows that grazed the lobby walls. Imported crystal chandeliers were dangling from the high ceiling, their meticulously cut shards sparkling as though each one was filled with pure light. The ceiling itself was Riku�s favorite touch. An almost exact replica of the work at the Sistine Chapel, beautiful figures cavorted in renaissance-styled paintings that were probably worth a fortune.
Riku stared in appreciative awe at the ceiling for a moment before he realized what he was there for. Walking over to the shining brass elevator doors, he shot a glance at Sora to make sure he was following him. Wonder if I could leave him here in the lobby and grab a quick smoke before we go up? The look of extreme hostility on Sora�s face decided him. Sora obviously wasn�t the type to stay put without violence. Hate to have to fight him in here, he thought distastefully. Been enough blood spilled within these walls already. He pushed the up button and was pleased to hear the soft chime that indicated the car was already on the ground floor. Sure enough the heavy doors slid open with a hiss of air and Riku stepped inside.
Sora hesitated in front of the open doors, wondering how good his chances were of escaping if he ran now. He glanced anxiously at the lobby doors, and then remembered the assassins. Leonhart and Strife would probably beat him up just for kicks and then turn him in to Ansem anyway. Sora shook his head. Screw it. Resigned to his cruel fate, he stepped into the elevator just as the doors closed.
Riku couldn�t keep the amusement out of his voice. �Better watch it. That elevator is going to confiscate what little bit of ass you have left.�
Sora looked at him sharply, his lips pressed together. Who the hell does he think he is? �Ha, you�re going to be the one lacking an ass once Ansem kicks it clean off of you in a few minutes.� he replied coldly, watching the floor numbers light up as the car ascended.

Riku snorted and leaned against the wood-paneled wall. It�s warmth was strangely comforting to his weather-beaten frame, and he almost felt sorry to realize he�d soon be back in his shabby, derelict apartment. Sighing, he snuck a glance at Sora. He had to be awfully close with Ansem to be so sure of Riku�s punishment for manhandling him. I wonder how close, he pondered.
At first glance, he�d pegged Sora for fifteen, but now he wasn�t quite sure. The kid stood a bit taller, and looked slightly more mature now that the rain had all but dried on him. He seemed attractive enough, even with his face smudged with dirt, and Riku wondered if he was Ansem�s lover. He knew the man was fond of both sexes, and he wouldn�t put it past him to pursue a teenager with a pretty face. Riku shuddered. Goodness knows, he looked at me that way enough. But looking was all he had done. No matter what could be said of the man, no one could call him a child molester. That meant that if Sora was his lover, he had to be at least eighteen. Seventeen at the youngest, making him jailbait. Ansem, you naughty man, you.

Riku cleared his throat. �How old are you anyway?�
Sora looked at him, his eyes briefly widening in surprise before narrowing again. �Why?� he asked, suspicion hanging on that single word for dear life.
Riku rolled his eyes. �I just want to know. Don�t get your panties in a knot, kitten.�
Sora bristled immediately, and looked uncannily like an angry bobcat. �Don�t call me that, pretty boy.�
Riku scowled and crossed his arms. I am not about to get goaded into another brawl with this fool. �Whatever.� he snapped. �It just occurred to me that you and Ansem are probably fucking, and that�s why you seem so convinced that he�s going to skin my ass and wear it for a hat.� The idea suddenly seemed to irritate him and he wished that he�d never brought it up. A feral hiss was his response, and he looked at Sora in alarm.
Sora was the perfect image of rage for the third time that day, and Riku could see why everybody called him a kitten. He looked good and ready to sharpen his claws on his elevator companion. The voice that gritted out of his innocent looking lips was borderline animalistic. �I�m going to beat the hell out of you for that comment, pretty boy.�
Riku quickly glanced at the floor numbers, wondering if he�d pushed it too far, too fast. Getting tackled in a hardwood elevator with plenty of nice solid brass bars for him to smack his head on, did not appeal to him in the least. He sighed with something akin to relief as he saw that they only had ten floors to go. How much damage can he do in ten floors? He tried to keep his voice neutral as he responded. �Now, now. No need to get all rowdy. It was a perfectly logical thought.� Not to mention disgusting. �I mean, why else are you whipping out Ansem�s name like your own personal trump card?�
Sora clenched and unclenched his fists, apparently not appeased by Riku�s explanation. �You�re a sick bastard, and I hope he beats you so bad, you never show that ghastly mug of yours in public again.� he spat.
Riku�s eyes narrowed. That�s it!

Before Sora realized he�d moved, Riku slammed him against the elevator wall and pinned him by his shoulders, fingers biting painfully into his flesh. He looked almost as pissed off as Sora felt, and his own anger dropped a bit in response.
Riku�s eyes flashed dangerously. �See, there you go again! Waving his name around like a victory flag or some shit!� His hands ached with the effort it took for him to refrain from throttling his opponent. �Stop relying on him to defend you! You have to rely on yourself!� That�s the real reason I�m so mad, he told himself. I just hate to see someone hiding behind someone else. I don�t give a fuck if he�s sleeping with Ansem or not.

Sora blinked, his own rage completely forgotten. Is that what this is about? �Look, I don�t rely on anyone but myself.� he answered evenly. �But I�m not going to lie. Back in that alley, your whole tune changed when you found out that I�m one of Ansem�s people.�
Riku scowled. He was right. Ansem�s seal did invoke a sort of protection on the wearer. Still, that doesn�t give him the right to act so� smug. �Whatever.� Riku muttered, looking away. Ghastly mug, indeed. That reminds me� �You said I had a ghastly mug, didn�t you?�
Sora thought about it, not sure where this was going. Slowly, he shrugged. �Well yeah, I guess I did.� So what?
Heh, nothing like a good mindfucking to end a losing argument. �But then, you called me a pretty boy not long before that.� Riku explained, miraculously keeping a straight face. �So, I�m a bit confused. Which is it?�
Sora�s eyes narrowed again. �Get a life. I�m not about to stroke your ego, so quit fishing for compliments.� He glanced anxiously at the floor numbers. Finally, almost there! Soon he could let Ansem deal with this psycho who had kidnapped him off the street and now had the audacity to assault him in the elevator. Speaking of which� Sora was suddenly very conscious of the psycho�s proximity to his own body. Despite having recovered from his fit, the silver-haired male had yet to release his grip on his shoulders or back away. �And will you let go of me, already?!�
Riku smirked as he felt a small wave of power wash over him. It was like the rush he�d gotten when he�d stolen the stranger�s wallet earlier, only this was direct contact, and so much better. Ah, this was the thrill I always enjoy so much. He put on the most soulful and solemn expression he could muster. �Not until you answer my question. Do you think I�m pretty? Or am I, as you so elegantly put it, just ghastly? My self-esteem depends upon your answer.�
�I don�t have time for this!� growled Sora, abandoning diplomacy and giving way to struggling. What if the elevator opens and someone sees us like this?! �I�m serious! Get off of me!� He managed to raise away from the wall a few inches.
�You know,� drawled Riku, as he re-pinned Sora effortlessly. �That�s the second time you�ve said that to me today. Only, this time� I don�t think you mean it.� Might as well go for the gold. Leaning in close to Sora�s face, he relished the way those ocean blue eyes widened in utter disbelief.
Sora recoiled, in a failed attempt to mesh with the wall. What the hell?! Oh my God, what is he doing?!

Riku merely leaned in further, aware that their noses were practically touching. Oh no you don�t. He wasn�t sure what was motivating him anymore, but this was a fun game he was playing. The fact that the elevator could open any moment only added to his amusement. Breathing in deeply, he picked up a scent on Sora that was faint, but still intriguing to his senses. The huskiness in his voice was not feigned as he went in for the kill. �Now, say it again. This time, with feeling.�
Sora swallowed hard, and opened his mouth to speak. He would say anything as long as this guy would let go of him before someone saw what was going on. Psychos really do look just like everyone else. �Look, I-�
The rest of Sora�s sentence was cut off as Riku claimed his lips, swallowing the remainder of his words. I guess the rest of him is that soft. Boldly he flicked his tongue out, brushing the surface, before drawing the bottom lip against his teeth and biting at it lightly.
Sora�s eyes widened impossibly and he thrust his palms against Riku�s chest, only to find the other male as unrelenting as steel. Psycho! Psycho! Psycho! Aaaah� His struggle faltered as a tingle coursed through him. He resolved himself to speak, scream, make some kind of noise.
No sooner did Sora�s lips part, did Riku seize the opportunity to delve between them, his tongue caressing Sora�s with a sensuality that left the younger male weak in the knees. Riku opened his eyes slightly, amused to see that Sora�s were squeezed tightly shut. You�d think he�d never been kissed before, he thought, sucking gently on his tongue.

Sora�s mind went blank as new sensations he had never knew existed raced through his blood. Relaxing his palms, he leaned back against the wall, soaking in the way everything felt. Unconsciously, he surrendered.
Riku felt it the exact moment Sora gave himself over to him, and smiled inwardly. I win.

The elevator chimed softly and the doors slid open with a quiet whoosh.
In the next instant Riku found himself sprawled on his back in the corner, as Sora shoved him away with a strength he�d never suspected him of possessing. �Remember me, Riku?� said Lower Back Pain. �I�m back.�
Riku groaned and lifted his head to glare at Sora. �You know, you have a real problem.�
Sora panted and shook his head in agitation. �That did not just happen.� he muttered to himself, wringing his hands. He turned his back and said a few choice words under his breath, wondering why bad things always seemed to happen to good people.
Riku put a hand against the wall and pushed himself up. �I can�t believe you did that.�
Sora finally seemed to remember Riku�s presence and turned around, frowning darkly. �No, I can�t believe you did that. You don�t even know me, and you think you can go around putting your mouth on me like that?!�
A quiet clearing of the throat cut through the tension like a razor.
Alarmed, two heads turned in unison to regard the figure standing in the doorway of the elevator. Frightened eyes locked with amused ones and Riku felt his stomach drop in utter terror. Oh no�

Sora suddenly felt very small for some reason. It had little to do with the fact that the man in the doorway was over six feet tall. It wasn�t so much the eerily feline eyes looking down on him with perfect amusement. It didn�t even stem from his own personal fear of the man. Sora felt small because he knew without a doubt that someway, somehow, the man knew exactly what had been going on before the traitorous doors had opened, exposing them before God and everybody. He couldn�t stop the involuntary �Eep.� that crept from his lips.
The top ranking assassin in Ansem�s organization regarded the youths with a wry smile. �I see that you two have met. I assume you need no introduction?� Sephiroth asked, in a rare show of amusement.
Sora felt his insides liquefy. What a day. �There�s an explanation for all of it.� he offered feebly.
�I�m sure there is, kitten. Too bad I don�t have time to hear it. It�s probably rather entertaining.� Sephiroth sighed, favoring his Rolex with a glance. �Alas, I have a dire task that needs my immediate attention.� He turned his attention to Riku, one silver eyebrow arching elegantly. �If it�s not too much trouble, I should like to use the elevator?�
Riku almost shuddered before he got a hold of himself. God, he gives me the creeps. �Go ahead. I was on my way to see Ansem.�
�Ah,� said Sephiroth. �So that�s what it is. Well, I must regrettably inform you, you won�t find him in the elevator. Perhaps you�d like to try his office?� He titled his head to the side, waiting for them to move.
Sora nearly fled the elevator before he realized that it would give Riku more ammunition to use against him. Slowly he brushed past the assassin, seemingly unconcerned, all the while shaking on the inside.
Riku followed, holding his head high, but avoiding the feline gaze turned in his direction.
Sephiroth watched their shameful retreat with an extremely satisfied expression. �Yes� Well, it was nice seeing you two. Kitten�� he nodded to Sora.
Sora flinched and shuffled down the hall, not turning around.

Please don�t let him say it, please don�t say it� thought Riku, as he reached the safety of the hallway.
Amused eyes fell upon his retreating back. �Son.� Sephiroth finished, the smile apparent in his voice.
Riku jerked as if he�d been shot, and dropped his head in defeat. It was a running gag amongst the inner circle of Ansem�s organization that Riku was Sephiroth�s illegitimate child. The uncanny resemblance between them did little to quell the rumor, and Sephiroth himself never bothered to deny it, always taking his sick amusement from Riku�s anguish. Goddammit.

The elevator doors slid closed, their soft sigh almost drowning out the sound of quiet laughter.

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Notes: This is really a two part chapter, because the next update finishes off the day. I would�ve uploaded them as one, but that was over 24 pages, and I didn�t want anyone�s ass to get numb while reading it. So the second half will be uploaded very soon.
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