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- 1-Torn Edges
- 2-the whisperer
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Disclaimer: I do
not own Kingdom Hearts or characters there from so no sue me.
Title: Torn Edges
Author: Kieshar
Summary: In a world of demons and myth, Riku's last vision before he died was that of a mysterious egg. Little did he know that it would change his life for better and worse.
Rating: NC17 in later chapters
Pairing(s): Riku/Sora, Cloud/Squall
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Riku, Sora, Ansem, Cloud, Squall, Cid, Sepheroth

CHAPTER TWO

There were no signs of the smaller, second sun yet but the
temperature was already reaching beyond tolerable. Imagine how hot it would be
when it did. It had rained earlier that morning. That made a difference. The
humidity left behind in its wake was excruciating.

The village was bustling with life. A young man with long
brown hair mostly pulled back and ice blue eyes idly watched as the individuals
passed. Their shadows cast gave the young man some reprieve from the bright
daylight. A normal day
for the normal person. Perfect.
His thoughts laced with acid. Exposed skin grated along the sharp, unfinished
surface of the wall while beads of sweat raced along his face and down his jaw
line. Not caring one bit if he got caught for the unannounced break, he leaned
further against the sturdy structure to catch his breath. I have been doing this for a few weeks now; you�d think that I would have
gotten use to it. I�ve grown soft.

A free hand rose to wipe chocolate, colored strands from
that his hair plastered against his forehead. Che. I need to get a hair cut soon. He
fingered his hair while shifting the weight he carried in his other hand. I�ve never let it grown this long before.
Maybe it�s a testament to how messed up
things have become.

�Dammit Leon, get over here!�

Break�s over. The
brunette sighed.

If I wanted a dainty, beauty boy I would have hired a flower
nymph. However, now that I think about it, maybe I should have. Then MAYBE I
wouldn�t have to deal with your lazy ass.� The older man puffed up his chest to
preparing for whatever else he desired to say. �NOW GET TO WORK!� Before Leon
could respond, the man had all ready walked off to another patch of workers to
exercise his empty power.

Leon
frowned. Right, how awe inspiring. He
mused.

�Eh, fuck �em, Squall. You don�t
need this job anyways.� The brunette eyed his friend and didn�t bother to
answer. Leon
instead pushed away from the wall, holding his burden close. He hiked it up
just enough to balance against one side of his body. The rocks shifted slightly
but remained secure. He hated this, not the job per say, but all of this. This
nameless crap he had become background noise to. Whatever.

His mood for the worse, he headed towards the construction
site as a huge mound of rocks and debris, easily surpassing his weight by 3
folds, floated by. The heavy load would have appeared to be suspended in
mid-air from its own devices if it weren�t for the tiny flutter of insect wings
underneath. A small, gruff, baritone voice bellowed, �What does that ogre
know�calling me a beauty boy. I�ll break his leg. Er,
snap em� like twigs! WEAK HUMANS!!!�� The large
bundle paused in mid-movement right in front of the young man face. �You heard
the man, get back to work, Whisperer.�

Leon�s
eyes narrowed. �Don�t call me that.�

The old sprite chuckled. �You think you and your family can
hide forever? HAH�.that�s laughable.� He floated up higher obstructing Leon�s
view. �Your kind are as good as extinct. Even though
you may be smart, you are still prey and he will find you.� He hissed.

The young man turned his back, ignoring his co-worker, and
walked away. The tiny sprite�s skin flushed with color and quickly began red on
what was normally a pale green indicating his anger. �Young whelp, don�t know
who you�re talking to.� After curses and grumbling subsided, the sprite began
to hover to his destination, the young man forgotten.

�Doesn�t know who�s talking to? CHE!...You
should have hit him.�

�It doesn�t matter.� Leon shrugged. �They�re just
words.� His friend only seemed to get angrier at his apathetic reaction.

�Words my ass, Squall.�

�Quiet Siefer, I�m thinking.� No
words followed Leon�s
command. He looked around, but his friend was no where to be seen. �Never
changes.� The brunette mumbled.

Leon
continued his trek without further interruption; cold blue eyes swept across
the buildings and the tall walls towering over them. The new additions to the
town were finally approved. The delay wasn�t so much the lack of money but due
to the recent marriage ceremony between their Lord and his new life-mate. Tradition
dictated that there shall be a dead period to celebrate and honor the royal
union. That has passed and now many were excited. New housing and improvements
meant new blood coming from outside. It singled growth and increased trade
potential. Of course with more on the line to protect, it also meant
reinforcing the walls holding back the black tides. Most land in this region fell below the level
of the Night Sea. Subsequently, all city-states or
remote villages in this region had to barricade themselves from the black
liquid or suffer the sea swallowing their homes and lives. If anyone cared to ask the brunette�s opinion,
they would find that he almost wished the large stone walls would fail
hopefully killing everyone. They�re all empty
husks walking to the beat set by our lord anyways. He truly didn�t believe
that but sometime it was hard for him to not misdirect his anger. It wasn�t
their fault but their Lord�s, Lord Ansem.

Leon
reached the area where they were paid to offload rocks and boulders of various
sizes. There were other tasks assigned. Leon was part of the gathering and
depositing necessary basic materials to be used. His youth and strong physique
determined what he would be paid for. Not that he really cared. He only needed
the money and this was an acceptable way to get it.

When Leon
thought the day couldn�t get any more unbearable, it did. The current sun�s
twin started to peak above the horizon line changing the color of the sky from
a light grey to a strong bright white. It was very small compared to its
brother but it still was another source of heat. His swiped across his brow
wiping away stray locks from his face yet again.

�Maybe you should get those things cut, princess.� The small
sprite moved from around one of he medium sized rocks and sat on top to face
the young man. His grin widen once he saw the annoyed look directed at him. �So
what�s the word on your tribe?�

Leon
remained silent.

�Yeah, you know�.parents�.siblings?...AHHH,
FINE! Be the silent butt type. That has always been your problem.�

The old sprite groaned on and on. Leon was half listening when he
heard a small hum emit somewhere behind the annoying earth bound fey. He initially
brushed it off as noise he heard everyday. It was apart of the usual music
every object and living form gave off. However, the tone
was somehow off. All forms sang a tune of its existence. Each one together formed
in harmony. The more Leon
tried to ignore it the more distracting became. The young man tried to feign
indifference. Something was wrong. The tone persisted.

Leon. He thought to himself. You
know you shouldn�t care. Dammit, this could expose myself. There are very few places left for me to live
without persecution. The tone broke further, the dissonance grew in
desperation.

I don�t care. Idon�tcare Idon�tcare Idon�tcare Idon�tcare Idon�tCARE IDON�TCARE!

�You ok boy?� Uncertainty laced his voice as the earth
sprite watched the brunette�s state. The young man�s face was screwed shut.
Fists trembled at his side. �Look, boy, I was only jerking you around, no harm
right?�

Leon
began to whisper over and over the litany in his head hoping to drown the sound
away.

�Joke, boy, joke! You need to calm
down.� The sprite moved to touch Leon�s arm but was instantly swept
to the side. �What the�.� He sputtered. The small sprite brushed some dirt from
its wings and looked up to glare at the retarded youth but he was nowhere to be
found. The brunette was gone. �Next time I see that young sprig I�m going shove
a BIG PILE OF DUNG DOWN HIS THROAT!!!!�

�SHUT UP OVER THERE AND GET BACK TO WORK!!!�

�Right, boss!� The sprite growled. Wiry wings fluttered in
small spurts shaking most of the dust and dirt before launching the old sprite
into motion. He about he assigned job of gathering
more rocks, the brunette from earlier, forgotten.

o0oooo0000000000000000oooooooooooo0000000000000000oooo0o

Leon
quietly followed the path of the walls, his stride determined and swift.

I could be imagining
it.

No. His fingers
traced the cracks and crevices searching. There�s
no doubt; the sound, resonates too closely to death, somewhere deep within this
massive structure.

Just when he was honing in on the source, the tone changed. In the barrage of other sounds that came from
all the local buildings and inhabitants was swallowed and fell silent. Leon
strained his ears but to no avail. He couldn�t distinguish the troublesome
sound from everything else anymore. The brunette pressed his bottom lip against
his teeth in frustration. Nothing. He hesitated for a
moment, not sure what to do. It was just
another sound, nothing different, right? No. There was something wrong, something desperate in the tone,
something about to break, something big. He rings one of his hands through his
bangs falling free from the piece hold the rest of his hair back.

Think, think, think, think. Do I really
care enough to expose myself? I know what father would say. �Shit yeah, son. We
were born for this. We have a duty we must hold to.�

�Duty...� Leon
snorted.

Someone could get hurt,
his mind supplied.

But I�.I don�t�I�Dammit! His head turned to the left and then to the
right. A rush of air escaped his mouth, decision made. Purpose returned and
drove his actions. The young man leaned into the wall close enough for his lips
to chastely kiss the gritty surface. Cold, blue eyes slowly closed as he reached
deep within himself. Everything within the world made a sound, a tone, a
vibration, a life force in a way. However this phenomenon did not only occur in
living forms but also in inanimate objects.

Sweat started to collect and bead along his face down to his
chest. Each sound fell together in a mesh. He strained to separate and feel
each one as if it were a thread. His powers were not as strong as his little
brother�s but still considered formidable by his tribe�s standards. Leon
could almost see them. Everything was there yet he couldn�t find the strand he
wanted. It�s been too long since the last
time I did this. He mused. Understandable
since the threat against my life forfeit is very real if I am to be discovered.

There is one other way.
He frowned, eyes still shut. This
better be good. Silence filled the air until a faint whisper could be heard.
A strings of syllables coated Leon�s
tongue, barely audible to the normal ear, beautiful and clear.

�What are you doing, Squall?� Another�s voice growled.

Leon
whispered once more in the form of a question then waited to hear the response.

�Squall.�

The young man sighed, refusing to acknowledge his friend�s
presence. �What does it look like I�m doing, genius?� He hissed.

�Well, puberty boy�� Then there was a hand placed against
the wall next to Leon�s
face. The brunette glared at his friend. ��looks like you have a death wish.�

�Not if no one knows.�

�Squaalll��

�Doesn�t matter.�

�What do you mean?� Outright anger laced the other�s voice.
�This whisperer crap doesn�t matter? Your life doesn�t matter? The danger
doesn�t matter? You not having a life to speak of DOESN�T
matter? The fact that you smell like a freshly laid turd
doesn�t matter? I beg to differ.�

��

�Help me out here, Squall� This hero bullshit is not your
style if I remember correctly.�

��

�Fine!!! You always had more brains
in your dick then in your head. I�ll be waiting for your ass on the other
side.�

Leon
opened his eyes briefly. Gone. �Figures.�

The wait stretched further. The brunette was beginning to think
that it was a false alarm, his senses playing tricks on him. Suddenly there was
an answer. Excitement spurred him forward. He leaned closer yet, barely making
out faint thoughts. It confused him. It was almost as the tone was talking
about two separate entities. The first and strongest was definitely coming from
the stone structure and the second was harder to read. It was almost like
hearing opposing tones, a dissonance of a sort.

///Feel wrong� crack too big� running around� not aware of weight�.weak�.
heavy�. want to pull apart�. will pull apart�.take small one too�.///

Leon
whispered once more. ///Positive?///

///Yes�soon�black liquid under them�it waits�attack solid one...black
liquid wants small one�.///

Black
liquid? Wants?

The last part of the message raised the hairs on the back of
his neck spreading a chill throughout his body. Deep seated fear hit him hard.
Without thought he broke into a full run. His whispered again. ///Where?///

///Follow.///

The low solid tone rose into a song that only the man could
hear. It was the power of his blood. The wall wove feelings of stability and
concrete directions to the area desired. Leon followed without question, his
solid legs taking long strides as he ran down the winding corridors randomly passing
bewildered people. He didn�t care. Whatever was happening was happening now and
he had to stop it. He made a few turns until the music shrilled signaling he had
arrived. Leon
scanned the area and found a little girl playing happily on the ground with a
few of her toys scattered about. Confused, the brunette looked for signs of
danger. The wall�s tone was slow and defining. It couldn�t tell him anything
specific. Leon was about to chalk it up as a wild goose chase until he saw
hairline cracks appear under the girl.

Frozen in place by curiosity, he watched the lines grow and
collect in number under the oblivious child. Then the cracks became fissures. The
little girl whimpered when the floor began to groan and shift beneath her. Leon
broke out of his reverie and ran towards her hoping to reach before the�before�

Oh shit.

His eyes widen as he observed the floor shatter into several
puzzle like pieces. Each one clung to steadiness and connection until finally
giving way to the inevitably fall below. The collapse started from the center
then fanned out into a pattern tracing the mortar lines of every stone laid
along the surface of the road. The girl, scared and confused, cried helplessly
as she sat paralyzed on a large part of the ground that broke off and began to
dip under the remaining stone covered ground. The girl fell into the hole. Leon,
not knowing what else to do, threw caution into the wind at the last moment and
dove after her. One hand successfully caught her from her rapid descent while
the other blindly scrambled for a hold across of the edge of the floor. A sharp protrusion snagged and punctured Leon�s
hand halting their fall. The pain shot throughout his body searing ever muscle
in his hand and down his arm. It felt like a wet rag being rung taught and
twisted. A throat curdling cry escaped his lips.

Without thought he gripped the sharp edge tighter securing
his hold. He tried to will the torture to a minimum, his hand still punctured. What to do? So far the floor had seemed
to stabilize for the moment. No one seemed to be around. Leon looked to check on the girl.
She was fine, sobbing and terrified but fine. She clutched his side as if he
were a big favorite teddy bear. He smiled at the thought until he his eyes
landed on what laid beneath them. Bile rose and coated the inside of his mouth.

Leon
never thought about the base of the village before. He always assumed that it
was an island of sound dirt slowly sinking in the Night Sea.
When in fact, it was best described it as a very large egg with the village that
sat on the outside. The cobbled street that he was desperately holding onto for
both their lives was simply a shell. There was not a single sign any kind of
foundation, dirt, structure, nothing. However, as interesting as this new
development was, that was not the issue that currently captured his attention. Even
though it was very dark down below, the light coming from the hole made it
possible to see the surface of the Night
Sea and something else.
Something that was alive and moving towards them. He couldn�t make out clearly
what it, no they, were but he could hear the fearful tones coming off all of
the surrounding. They were scared. Now, he was too.

Shit�shit�shit��SHIT!
Think Squall, think! There was nothing he could do in his present situation.
No one to call for help. No one to�to call�call�

YES! Call, not someone, something.

Immediately the brunette concentrated on his power deep
within and projected outwards. At first, it began to manifest externally as a gentle
whisper then it slowly rose in pitch and intensity until it became an eerie haunted
melody. He gave all of his strength over to the song, desperately asking for
help. Not long afterwards, his throat began to hurt from the strain. There was
no reply but he refused to give up. The child had long since passed out from
fear. As dead weight, it was getting harder to hold onto to her. Leon
looked to his other hand. Blood flowed freely painting all of his hand and over
half his arm in a rich crimson red. No feeling. The flesh around the wound had
deadened in turn weakening his grip. They were slipping and there wasn�t
anything he could do about it except accept the inevitable.

Images of Seifer appeared in his
mind. �I guess I�ll be seeing you, sooner after all.�

�OY!!! Anyone
there?�

Leon�s
head shot up. �HERE!!! WE�RE HERE IN THE
HOLE!!! HELP US, PLEASE!!!!! The brunette shouted. Hopes
of their rescue struck him full force. That was until they slipped further. A
faint buzz itched the back of his mind but, resigned to their fate, disregarded
it. He knew judging by the distance of the shout moments before that help would
not arrive in time. Morbidly he watched
his fingers release.

Three

Two

One

The two bodies were instantly plucked and thrown into
freefall. Chocolate bangs whipped across the face obscuring his vision. Leon
brows furrowed while his lips curled at the edges, of all the times to be
annoyed at the length on his hair.

Insane. Stupid. Yeah�real stupid�.all of
this� this job�the girl�talking to the wall. Risking my life�my entire life so far�.STUPID!

The increased speed of their decent brought the deep dark
water closer, faster. Leon
wasn�t sure what would kill them first the, the impacted of the sea, or the
ominous horror like things crawling just above the surface. The young man
closed his eyes and pressed the unconscious child closer to his chest in a
futile attempt to break her fall with his body. He knew it wouldn�t help. At least
this time I tried. Which was a lot more than I could say for
my brother or Seifer�Fitting end for me�Whatever.

The buzz, from
before, suddenly blared within Leon�s
head. The abrupt intrusion startled him from his quite reprieve. He felt a swift gentle brush of feathers and
opened to his eyes wide. The rest happened so fast. Both the girl and his
bodies lightly struck up against a soft but firm plane breaking their fall,
large multi-colored wings extended out wide from both sides with a wingspan
large enough for two houses. Leon
was confused for a moment until he shifted the child�s weight off the side
enough so that he was able to turn around. The full image of their rescuer
filled his range of sight. Golden feathers were everywhere slowly changing
color and intensity; Leon
recognized him instantly. ///Jerad�ay!///

///In the flesh. You
should take better care of yourself./// Words filled his mind. The bird
titled his head a bit, a large red eye looked towards
his injured hand.

///Whatever./// Leon sneered. ///It wasn�t a
planned venture.///

The bird clapped his beak a few times in amusement. ///You and your brother are too much alike./// The brunette refused to rise to the bait and
instead buried in face into cascade of down like cushion covering his friend�s
back. Leon
felt the muscles ripple and move as both wings beat against the air. He inhaled
deeply; they were safe now. Briefly he looked to his care. The girl was still
unconscious, probably for the best. She was no older then 5 seasons or so,
innocent and new to the world just as his little brother had once been. He knew
it wasn�t his fault but there should have been something he could have done to
spare, Riku. His brother never blamed him for the
accident but Leon
just couldn�t forgive himself.

The brunette momentarily forgot what he was thinking when he
heard a weak sound. Very much like the one he heard from before all this
happened, in the background when the wall first spoke to him. He didn�t think
much about at the time until now. It was dark and flowed wrong, like running
your skin against the grain of wood. He reached out with his power hoping to
make out the source.

///What is it, Whisperer?///

///I don�t know. It�s coming from
the water below us./// The young man listened again
then shook his head in defeat. ///Like a poisoned body or something
decomposing, I can�t make it out. Whatever it is it�s not normal.///

///You both should
hold on./// With that, the bird angled his body up
and changed their flight to a steep climb to the underside of the road.
Powerful wings pulsed against the air racing them quickly the source of all
their misadventures. The image of a large bird and two human astride broke free
from the confines of the hole in the ground and soared high into the sky above
the village for all present to see. Leon sighed, happy that they were
alive.

Some time later, the little girl was safely deposited onto a
small crate near the area in which he had found from before the incident.

///I hear voices,
Whisperer. We should go or you faced being discovered./// A crowd of
frantic shouting could now be heard in the distance and was growing in volume.

Leon
only nodded. He mounted his friend�s back and they were off again.

Red eyes observed his young friend�s mangled hand. The blood
had slowed but was still seeping pretty bad. ///Will you be ok?///

///Yeah, Jared�ay. I�ll be ok,
once I�m home. Uncle will know what to do.///

The bird continued forward, carrying them over the large
expanse of the Night Sea towards the place that Leon�s hid from their Lord�s eyes. Jared�ay never understood the Lord�s need to kill his
brethren. They were not food. A red eye looked again to where his nesting friend
laid atop his back. Leon
had passed out from blood loss and exhaustion. He will be ok. The older
Whisperer always knew what to do. The bird blinked a few times then resumed their
flight towards the direction of the twin suns. The light reflected of the large
wings creating the vision of two beating flames along the horizon.
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