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Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-1. In Need of Hope
- 2-The Fallen Angel Returns
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Silent
Angel

Pairings: Riku/Sora (is there any
other pairing xD)

Rating: PG-13(at the moment)� Future R.

Summary: Riku must confront a past
and friend he's abandoned.� Sora learns that despite being forced to sell his body,
they were never able to sell his heart.� But can Riku claim it before their past
comes back to haunt them?

Disclaimer: Despite my wishes, I do not own KH, Sora, Riku, or any of the FF characters.

Warnings: Totally AU. Yaoi. Angst. I love angst. XD Oh and
there will be abuse later. Possibly rough sex, etc, though not too graphic or
anything. Not between Riku and Sora
of course. Violence later. Probably
quite a bit. Maybe some drugs, but probably not. Really, I have no clue
where this is going so, I�m just putting a warning up
for everything in case I decide to add it later. May not have any of this (but
it�s a possibility).

Notes: This plot actually belongs to MD Sora
who let me adopt it. It was plot #6 for those that look it up.

PLEASE READ! �I�m actually returning to this story.� (I know, hard to believe, right?)� Not sure how many were actually interested in
it to begin with.� Only
got 1 review on ff.net for it.� Thank you aff.net readers for being more openminded.� It was bugging me not having updated this fic in so long.� I
totally revised the summary because I have changed the premise quite a
bit.� Okay not that much. I honestly
don�t remember what I had planned for this fic when I
first wrote it so I kind of started chapter two from scratch.� (Though Chapter 1 is still important as set
up.)� Please let me know if there IS interest
in this fic.�
That�s not an order or a black mail for reviews.� Whether I update or not probably won�t be determined
by that.�� So it�s not an order to
review, but for those inclined to, just let me know if this story still
interests you.

For those who dislike how I�m writing Sora
or question his being OoC or not, please note I�m
purposely writing him a little more bitter than the Sora
we know and love.� This is an AU, and my Sora has suffered more than Island Sora
surrounded by his best friends.� I won�t
say more though because that would give away the story.� Just come to this fic
with an open mind.� I�m trying to show
glimpses of the Sora we know and love once in a while
and they will show more often once he meets Riku.� So he�s not gone, just in hiding.� And I am aware he wouldn�t do this sort of
thing, which is why you will find out there�s more at stake than he�s let
known.� So be patient, while I slowly
develop this plot.� It�ll pick up it�s
pace soon (I hope). I have a reason for everything that�s going on.�

If you�re looking for a quick fix of smut or pwp please look elsewhere and don�t ask me to rush any
sex.� Despite Sora�s
occupation he isn�t a slut and neither is Riku.� I want to build the relationship before they
get too far with each other.� I�m not
saying they won�t do anything, I�m just saying they won�t be going all the way
anytime soon.� I might change my mind in
a few chapters, but at the moment my plan is to go slowly.�

That�s it.� Next
chapter�s note won�t be so long.� Promise. xD

Now, onto 8 pages of plot. *gives everyone who read all of that cookies of their choice*.� Enjoy.

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�Hear me

Hear me

You gotta be out there

You gotta be somewhere

Wherever you are

I'm waiting

'Cause there are these nights when

I sing myself to sleep

And I'm hopin' my dreams

Bring you close to me

Are you listening?�
�� -Hear Me, Kelly
Clarkson
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x.Chapter Two.x

The Fallen Angel Returns

Sora sat idly before his vanity
staring at his reflection in the gilded mirror.�
He no longer recognized the person staring back at him.� The dull blue eyes, chalky pale skin, and
mussed brown hair were both familiar and yet at the same time foreign to
him.� He reached out to touch his image
but drew back before his fingers reached the reflective surface.� Forming his hand into a fist, he suddenly
slammed it down on the vanity instead.�

He heard the clatter and tinkle as various powders,
toiletries and make up products were knocked over and scattered to the floor.

Sora silently seethed as he heard
the door open behind him.� He knew who it
was,� The only
person who would dare enter his room without knocking was also the one who
cursed him to this life.�

�Sephiroth-?� he drawled, breaking
his self imposed silence.� His voice
dripped with false pleasantness.

�Sora.�� Sephiroth surveyed
the newly created mess, his face impassive. �A fine silver brow raised in question, but Sora continued to ignore him.� The silver haired man sighed softly.� �You�ll need to clean this up before
tonight.� You really should treat your
things better.�

Sora snorted.� �Those aren�t
my things.� They�re yours, and you should
keep them.� I hate that stuff.� I may be demeaning myself by playing the role
of an Angel for you, but I refuse to make myself up like some cheap whore.�

�Yes, after all, you are anything but cheap.�

Sora winced at what he considered
a low blow.� He gritted his teeth and
clenched his fists in mounting anger.� He
hated that he couldn�t say anything back.�
After all, it was only the truth, no matter how distasteful he found it.

Instead, he settled on glaring and muttering �I hate you,�
under his breath.

Sephiroth simply nodded.� �That�s not unexpected.� Although you should know that I don�t do this
out of hatred.� You�re freedom is not in
my hands.�

�Liar!� Sora
growled.

�Believe that if you wish.�
I just came to tell you that you will be having a very special guest tonight and I expect you to be on your best
behavior.�

�Whatever.� Sora began picking up
the fallen items, an excuse to further ignore the other man�s presence.�

Sephiroth grabbed the smaller
man�s shoulder and pulled him forward roughly to face him.� �I won�t repeat myself.� You�d better not screw this up.� You know what�s at stake here.� I will not tolerate failure.�

�Yeah, yeah,� Sora grumbled, �I
get it.� He ducked out of Sephiroth�s harsh
grasp.� Sephiroth
let him escape without hindrance.�

�Besides, this time you may even thank me.�

�What?� Sora questioned, but Sephiroth had already turned his back and was almost at the
door.� Sora
rushed forward, his clean up task forgotten as he grabbed a hold of the taller
man�s shoulder with his free hand.� �What
did you mean by that!?�

Sephiroth�s lips just formed a
small smirk.� �Be
good tonight and you�ll see for yourself.��
Without another word Sephiroth easily broke
the younger man�s hold on him and disappeared out the door, leaving Sora seething at the uninformative reply.

�You bastard!� he shouted to the solidly closed door.� In a fit of rage he threw the object
currently in his hold (which just happened to be a tin of powder from the
vanity mess) at the closed door. �It hit
the wood with a solidly satisfying thunk before bursting open and falling to the floor.� The pale powder inside rained down on the
furious boy.� However, once the anger had
run its course he slumped to his knees dejectedly.

God, I�m so pathetic,
he thought to himself.� His hair and
clothes were dusted a pale beige from the powder.� He didn�t even want to see what had happened
to the floor.� He covered his face in his
hands, but did not cry.� His tears had
dried up long ago.� He had none left to
shed.� Even so, his thin shoulders shook
in dry sobs.�

There was no escaping from this hell.� If only he could grow real wings and fly away
from here.�

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Riku closed his eyes tiredly.� He regretted now letting Tidus
talk him into going out.� The energetic
boy hadn�t even arrived yet, and already he was exhausted just thinking about
it.� He really wasn�t in the mood to go
out clubbing, which would undoubtedly be their ending destination.� He knew Tidus well
enough by now that he was fairly confident that�s where he�d be dragged off
too.� It was too late to back out now,
though.� He briefly wondered if he could
pull off a sudden fever.� He decided
though, that that would be more troublesome than just tagging along with Tidus.� Tidus would probably drag him out fever and all and then
he�d actually have to act sick the rest of the night.� That would be annoying.

At this rate he really wouldn�t finish his project in
time.� He couldn�t afford to take the
class over again, so failure wasn�t an option.�
His only hope was to be struck with inspiration tonight.� As if that would happen.� Not with my luck.

Riku sighed at the insistent knock
on his door.� There was no avoiding it
any longer.

He braced himself and opened the door.� Tidus bounced at
him eagerly, grabbing his arm and yanking him away from his comfortable
apartment and into the uncertain night.�
Barely having time to close and lock his door, Riku
let himself be dragged to Tidus� beat up old car
before speaking.� A fact that didn�t seem
to faze Tidus one bit.

�Tidus, you still haven�t told me
where we�re going.� Riku finally stated, avoiding the
hands trying to push him into the passenger seat.

�It�s a secret!� Tidus answered,
his blue eyes twinkling.

Riku groaned.� He hated it when his friend got like
this.� �I�m serious.� If you don�t come out with it now, I will not
get in this car.�

Tidus pouted as though someone had
just taken away his favorite treat.� �Gah, Riku!� You�re such a spoil sport!� Fine!�
I�ll tell you on the way.�� The
sulking acting student crossed his arms making it clear that he wouldn�t say
anything more until Riku got into the car.�

Riku raised his eyebrow in
disbelief.� �I�m only a� �spoil sport�� when dragged into
activities unknown.�� Despite his words, Riku got into the passenger side seat resignedly.

Once inside the car and well on their way, Tidus spoke, as promised.�
�You got an invite to some hip elite club or something that I wanted to
check out.�

�What?� An elite club?� Wait a
sec� I was invited?� By
whom?� When?�� Riku�s stomach
flipped a little.� He hoped desperately
it wasn�t what he thought it was.

Tidus kept his eyes on the road,
his face suddenly looking sheepish.� �Uhm, it arrived for you a few weeks ago.� I guess whoever sent it didn�t know you�d
moved out of our place.�

Riku frowned.� The only people who didn�t know about his
move were people he wanted kept that way.�
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.� This couldn�t be good.� He desperately hoped it wasn�t the place he
was beginning to suspect it might be.

�Err, Riku?� You okay?��
A grunt in reply.� �Man, I�m sorry!� Tidus
exclaimed.� �I didn�t know it was a bad
thing.� I wasn�t even going to say
anything about it but you�ve been so stressed lately that I thought it couldn�t
hurt getting you out to have some fun for a change.� Ya know, like the
old days.�

�Yeah, sure.� Let�s just get this over with.� Riku now felt he had sufficient reason to dread this
outing.�

The rest of the car ride was uncharacteristically
quiet.� Perhaps Tidus
was being unusually perceptive to Riku�s mood.� Or maybe he realized that telling Riku about this invite may not have been such a great idea after
all.� Either way, Riku
appreciated the silence and being left alone with his thoughts.� If the person who sent that invite was who he
suspected, then he had only a little time to do a lot of mental
preparation.� At least he wouldn�t be
totally blindsided.

As they pulled up to the classy club on the wrong side of
town, Riku�s heart lodged in his throat.� No doubt now.�

Hell�s Angels.� A place he�d tried to forget about.� A place he�d buried deep in his
subconscious.� A place he had hoped he�d
have nothing to do with again.� He
unconsciously clenched his fist.

Tidus glanced at him
worriedly.� �Hey, are you okay?� You don�t look so good.� Maybe this was a bad idea.� We can always just hang at our usual
place.� It�s not too late to go back.�

Riku shook his head.� Tidus didn�t
understand.� Tidus
couldn�t understand.� It was
too late.� The moment he got in this car
it had been too late.� He was here.� He had to find out why.� Sephiroth wouldn�t
have called him out unless he had a damn good reason.� Riku was very
afraid to find out what that reason might be.�
�Let�s just get this over with.�

The two boys handed their car over to the valet who sniffed
his nose in disdain at the beat up old car.�
Riku thought, in that detached way one
sometimes does, that it was a fortunate thing Tidus
had not caught the slight to his car.� No
one looked down on Tidus� baby without consequences,
even if it was deserved.�

Tidus however was currently too
busy gawking at the towering marble awning and highly polished oak doors.�

�Urm� Riku.� Are we at the right place?� I was sure this was the right address, but
it�s not exactly what I expected of a club called Hell�s Angels.� And why would a place like this send you an invite.�� Tidus was
apparently staring confusedly at a small folded card that he had whipped from
the back pocket of his low slung cargo pants.�

�This is it all right.� Riku stated
assuredly, grabbing the card from Tidus�s hands.� It was rather simple looking.� The clubs logo, a set of outstretched wings
covered in red blood adorned the front.�
Inside was a simple message addressed to himself with the name and
address of the club.� It was sealed with Sephiroth�s coded monogram, a single black wing, furled
tightly.� It was printed on high grade
paper, the kind that simply oozes expensive and high quality.� Sephiroth would
never use anything less. �He wondered
briefly if Sephiroth had bothered to pen the message
himself.� It looked like his handwriting,
but nowadays that didn�t mean much.� �

Squashing the urge to mar the thick paper, Riku wondered how he could explain this connection to Tidus.� It was both a
simple and complicated matter.� In the
end he decided to say everything while saying nothing.�

�My� family� has connections.�� He didn�t feel the need to elaborate and let
his friend draw his own conclusions.�
Very few people knew he came from an elite wealthy family.� Not even Tidus knew
his home situation.� Seeing as he was
paying for almost everything by himself and was usually broke, it�s not
surprising no one suspected. He never spoke of his family and after awhile
people had stopped asking.

Moving forward Riku began to climb
the swirling marble staircase.�� He
paused in front of the heavy oak doors before striding through them, his
posture confident and step even.� Riku hated the way one had to dance in high society, every
step and word carefully calculated.� Which is part of why he avoided it (and his family) at all costs.� In a place like this, one couldn�t show any
sign of doubt or weakness.� If he did, he
just knew he�d get eaten alive.� He hoped
Tidus would be alright.� Riku had enough to
deal with and focus on, his bewildered friend aside.

While Tidus felt a bit ill at ease
and underdressed in his cargos and fitted t-shirt in such a classy environment,
Riku seemed to fit right in, despite his snug black
paint stained jeans and simple grey tank top.�
Even his battered jean jacket and paint flecked combat boots didn�t seem
out of place.� It wasn�t just that the
interior wasn�t quite as traditional classy as the entrance, though.� It was chic and
modern, color schemed filled with black, silver, and a few other metallic shades
were used for embellishment.� It had more
to do with the way Riku held himself.� Tidus had never
seen Riku behave like this before.� He wondered just how much he knew about his
friend.� How many other secrets did those
aquamarine eyes hold?

Tidus hurried to catch up to his
friend who had moved toward a woman standing before a podium.� Obviously a hostess of
sorts.� On either side of her, far
enough to not intrude but close enough if action was necessary were two
bouncers.� Tidus
gaped at them for a moment.� One was a
huge black man with bulging muscles quite visible.� It seemed like part of his arm was missing
and replaced with a gun of sorts.� The
other was a large bald man in a sharp suit and sunglasses.� Tidus couldn�t get
over how contrasting they were.� He
didn�t see any weapons visible on the suited one and wondered if he used his
bare hands.� He found himself
shivering.� The black one just grinned at
him.� Not threatening, but not exactly
reassuring either.� He hurried closer to Riku�s side trying to ignore the large body guards.�

He studied the woman curiously.� She had long dark hair and a skimpy black
silk gown that fitted her like a glove, accentuating all of the right
places.� It didn�t leave much to the
imagination, but Tidus didn�t think it mattered in
the long run.� His imagination
short-circuited as soon as he saw her abundant charms.� She looked bored, but perked up at the sight
of the handsome silver haired young man standing before her.� Something flashed in her eyes, an emotion Tidus couldn�t quite determine.� It was gone before he could fully register
it.��

She posed in such a manner that her ample breasts were even
more apparent.� Tidus
stared unabashedly, while Riku didn�t acknowledge
that tempting part of her anatomy at all.�
She seemed a little disappointed at his disinterest, but her smile never
faded from her artificially red lips.

�Welcome to Hell�s Angel�s.�
I�m Tifa, how may I assist you this
evening?� Cloud 9 is open, but a few
Angels are available to take you to heaven personally.� What is your preference?�� It was recited as though she had it
memorized, though she was looking at them (or more specifically Riku) expectantly.

Tidus looked to Riku, completely lost at the young woman�s words.� The invitation didn�t say anything about
this.

Riku simply ignored the code words
and stated clearly, �I�d like an audience with the One-Winged Angel.�� He held out the thick invitation card. �He
should be expecting me.�

The woman�s brown eyes widened, but she took the card and
quickly examined the black wing seal.�
She smiled so brilliantly Tidus thought he�d
go blind for a moment.� �Just one moment
please.�� Her painted fingers tapped a
number into the phone at the desk.� While
waiting for the call to connect, she glanced at Riku,
a calculating gleam in her eye as she asked, �Who may I inform him is asking
for him?�

Riku sighed.� He hated these codename games his brother had
implemented.� After all she had the card
with the seal and his name, so why would he need to give some crappy cornball
codename?� It�s not like she didn�t
already know by now who he was.� It was
troublesome, and extremely embarrassing.�
Which, he decided, was probably the whole point.� He refused to believe Sephiroth�s
motivation to use these things had anything to do with security.� Sephiroth was a
Class A Sadist.�
Riku knew that better than anyone else.� It was probably his way of poking fun at his
clients.� Rich fat bastards probably had
no idea, too.� That
almost made Riku laugh.� Unfortunately his amusement faded when he
realized she was still waiting for his codename.�

�Fallen Angel,� He gritted out in obvious annoyance.� The woman clapped her hands in delight and
squealed loudly, ignoring the caller on the other end of the phone.� She rushed to him and excitedly latched onto
him, his face being pushed against her ample bossom
in some mockery of a hug.

What he wouldn�t give for a bottle of extra-strength
painkillers right then.� His head was
beginning to ache something fierce and he had a feeling he might need it soon.

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Author�s Rambling:
Holy Jesus, it�s been over a year and I�m finally putting up
a second chapter.� So sorry to those
actually interested in this fic.� The lack of feedback, my computer dying
taking the original chapter two with it, and real life seriously messed up my
muses on this fic.�
But they�ve been gnawing at me for awhile now to give this fic another go and I could no longer resist.� Sorry to those who actually wanted this fic to die.

I had more to this chapter but when I reached page 8 I
realized it was time to cut it short.�
However the next chapter shouldn�t take too long in coming.� I figure I�ve made you guys wait long enough.� I may even post it up tomorrow if I�m in a
good mood and find time to finish typing it up.�

Thanks to the few people who did originally review this
story.� You weren�t many, but you made me
want to continue.� I wonder if any of you
even remember this fic or are still around?� Well if you
guys ARE around I thank you.� Especially that single reviewer on ff.net.� You guys are great.�

MDSora:
if you�re still around, I lost your original challenge and I think you deleted
it from your account, so I�m going from memory.�
If you�re still following this, I hope it meets with your expectations.� I�m probably mixing up the challenge so it
might not be as we originally planned it, but hopefully it�s still good.� Sorry for taking so long with it.� =D

Feedback is food for the soul

Finished 9/23/06

Three Days Grace�s new album is absolute gold. �Great inspiration material.� I highly recommend it.� ;D

Still taking music inspiration recs,
as always.�
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