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Restless	By : Wiggssama Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: None of the character's in the Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy Universe belong to me nor does the places/plot of said Universe, therefore no money goes to me :( Sad times. They are owned by their own creators with none of my imput,

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((Hey, the lemons are just around the corner xx I just felt the need to actually develop some sort of plot first :P))

Cold … why am I so cold?
As Sora slowly returned to consciousness and tried to open his eyes that wasn’t the only thing he realised. He couldn’t see. Or, more precisely, something was covering his eyes and stopping him from seeing anything.
Sora wiggled as the feeling in his limbs slowly returned, filling his limbs with uncomfortable pins and needles. However, the metal bindings around his chest and waist kept him in place, something that didn’t reassure Sora in the slightest. His wiggling increased until he could feel himself going red in the face, sweat trickling down his forehead.
Groggily he found his voice, “W-what’s go-oing on …”
He jumped in his bindings as he felt something flick one of his ears. His cheeks burned even hotter as he realised that he had also yelped at the unexpected contact. An eerie, yet familiar, chuckle rang in his ears.
Before he could place the voice he felt the pressure on his waist increase. Sora tried to shift so that the weight being pressed against his waist would disappear. “Now now hero. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Sora was far from reassured and his struggling only increased as the weight shifted slightly and began to travel up his body before he felt his neck being squeezed. He yelped again as his air supply was slowly being cut off.
His mouth desperately tied to form words but he just could not do it. He could picture the words in his mind but no sound could escape his open mouth. All he could do was struggle feebly as the hand continued to squeeze his windpipe. As he struggled he felt something warm momentarily touch against his face. He turned his head away from the soft touch but his movement was halted by the grip the hand had on his throat. The softness lifted from his cheek but the pressure on his throat remained.
“Cut it out.”
With one last squeeze the hand was removed; leaving Sora choking at the sudden rush of air hit his lungs. He could just hear the sound of retreating footsteps as he took large shaky breaths trying to recover.
Where had that voice come from?! He had thought that there was only one other person in the room. One threat was bad enough … but two? That was all sorts of trouble.
“Awh, is Roxy jealous? I was just having a little fun. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt the little hero.” Came a snarky voice somewhere from his right. Sora had recovered enough to work out that the voice belonged to the man who had been assaulting him earlier.
Sora put his few remaining brain cells to work and began to try and work out what exactly was going on. Who was this Roxy? The mysterious other voice? That much was clear. But why couldn’t he hear anyone else in the room? He could still hear the other man moving about somewhere close by, fiddling about with some sort of glass by the sound of things. The tinkling almost mocking him in Sora’s forced silence. He couldn’t even feel anything covering his mouth. So why couldn’t he shout?!
The last thing he could remember was getting off the train and walking round that stupid town. His lips pursed as he put all of his efforts into working out what might have passed since. He knew that he had to be missing something important …
The younger voice that had called off his attacker appeared to be whining about something. Sora decided to focus in on their conversation in the hope that everything would be revealed.
“Shut up! This is serious you know. Can’t you just make it go faster? We’ve been here for ages!”
A sharp laugh cut off the whining. Obviously Sora wasn’t the only source of the kidnapper’s mirth.
“Come on kiddo. Give me a break won’t ya? It’s not as if all this sciency stuff is my kind of thing. That was more the Old Man’s deal. Plus there are the more … obvious drawbacks.”
Sora decided to try and chance his voice again. “P-please … please.” His voice was little beyond a croaky whisper and it hurt to speak yet he knew he had to know what was going on. “W-what’s going on?”
The bickering stopped but his question once again went unanswered. Sora tried again. “Ple-“ His voice was cut off by a loud beeping noise coming from somewhere behind him. His struggles began a new as he felt his body being slowly shifted forward, gravity pulling him towards the floor. Sora did not know it, but the board in which he had been strapped to was now completely upright, the metal bindings being the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground.
He began to shout and scream but his cries went unheard. Or more, went unheeded.
The only reaction was an annoyed muttering of, “Jeez the kid has a pair of lungs on him”, as the beeping began to grow steadily louder.
There was a bright flash of light, so bright that Sora could see it even behind the cover over his eyes.
Loud buzzing rang in his ears, drowning out the sound of the steady beeping coming from all around him. All the cells in his body were screaming, protesting against whatever was being done against it.
Brightness. White lights. And then …. Nothing.
Well … not exactly nothing. More the absence of something.
Sora’s body felt as if it was floating, weightless in the bright all consuming white that shone in from all direction. He moved his hand so it was in front of his face, it felt as if he was wading through water, though there were no waves lapping against him.
He felt as if he should be shivering, not from the temperature, but just to have some form of reaction! Why did he feel so dozy, as if he had fallen asleep on the beach and had been unexpectedly woken up, the realm of sleep not quite departed from his mind.
Wow. That was deep. He’d have to tell Riku and Kairi about it. … wherever they were …. Wherever he was.
Sora through his head back, light brown spikes bouncing backwards with the force. “WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!”
His voice reverberated off of the invisible walls, bouncing back towards him. Instead of helping him gain clarity, Sora felt even more confused. Where was he? Fighting against the heavy pressure around him, the Keyblade wielder swung his head from side to side. How could there be nothing?! Even the ‘dark place’ of his dreams had that stain glass flooring. This place had nothing.
Despite the effort it took, Sora began to run. He wasn’t sure where he was going, or if he was even moving for his surroundings did not change, just white upon white, but it did help to be pro-active. Even if it did make his efforts feel worthless when after what felt like hours and he still, despite the strain in his legs telling him other so, had not moved from the spot.
Wait. What was that?
Maybe it was just his eyes playing tricks after focusing for so long on the never-ending white, but he was sure that the spot just in front of him had gotten marginally lighter.
Sora took a single step forwards, ignoring his protesting muscles, and felt his heart jump as the ‘room’ became noticeably lighter. As his surroundings continued to get lighter it became clear that there was an outline forming in front of him. The darkness of the figures shadow became more pronounced and Sora could feel himself physically relax. He was not alone!!
“Hey! Over here!” He couldn’t keep his relief from his voice as he fought his way over to the still forming figure.
The other person did not move, but Sora was so happy to not be on his own that he put it to the back of his mind. “Hey? You can hear me right?” He half joked, partly queried.
“Sorry it’s taking me so long! This place is like walking through thick thick syrup!” He laughed nervously. “Do you know where this place is? I mean, I’ve been walking for like hours and I haven’t seen anyone!”
By this point the other person was really starting to take shape. Sora could make out the peaks that made up the … boy’s hair. Yeah the person was definitely a boy. Judging from his size he looked to be around Sora’s own age, his clothing was pretty teenagery as well.
“How long have you been here? Do you know the way out?” Sora asked, chest heaving slightly from the effort of moving forwards. The continued silence from the teen was slightly unnerving but maybe he was just shy. Maybe the boy was having just as hard a time as Sora and had run out of energy? That would explain why he hadn’t move an inch since the Keyblade wielder had first set sight on him.
Finally the teenager began to form into colour, and the first thing that Sora was drawn towards was the pair of blue blue eyes, the exact shade of his own. It was like looking at his reflection! A distorted reflection as the boy had blonde hair rather than his own chocolate brown and their hair styles differed slightly. Plus, where Sora himself was dressed in mainly black, the white of the other boy’s outfit almost blended into their surroundings. Maybe that was why it had taken Sora so long to notice him?
The blonde’s face was relaxed into an easy smile but there was something about those eyes that made the hair on the back of Sora’s neck stand up on edge.
“Hey. How long have you been here?” Sora breathed, holding his hand out towards the other teenager. “I’m Sora.”
Finally the boy moved slightly, placing one hand behind himself and moving the other to shake Sora’s outstretched limb.
“It’s been a long time. But I’m pretty sure my wait is over now, Sora.”
The moment that their hands met, Sora felt his world lurch forwards, his feet literally leaving the ground.
“I’m sorry. This was the only way. I guess … I’ll see you around, Sora.”

~x~
Sora’s eyes widened impossibly wide. The material covering his eyes had gone and for the first time he could see where he was.
The room was full of large, bulky looking, machinery that all were blinking back several different coloured lights. Sora had no idea what any of them where and he really wished he did. That way he could maybe work out why he was there. His muddled brain could only think that they looked like thousands of fairies, twinkling and shining at him. That was a nice thought. Maybe he was in a world populated by just fairies .... no. No. That wasn’t right. His brain was hazy but he was pretty sure something … bad had happened. Something very bad. Flashes of an endless sunset followed by walls of solid white appeared in front of his eyes. But, that wasn’t the bad thing …. Or at least the only bad thing.
Sora looked down at himself, hoping to jolt his memory, and was shocked to see that he was naked apart from the black shorts he usually wore. From his chest various tubes ran off leading to something behind him. The brunet couldn’t strain his neck far enough to see it but it was the source of the steady beeping ringing in his ears. Besides, even if he could have stretched that far the board he was strapped to would have blocked his view. At the sight of the stretcher below him, his memories began to slot into place.
The laughter. Blacking out. Waking up in … this place.
His eyes darted from side to side but as far as he could see he was alone in the room, no sign of the people he had heard earlier. He didn’t know if this was a good thing or not. On one hand this meant that he had time to try and escape, but on the other this probably meant that they were off somewhere doing … something. Something not good. Something dangerous.
Sora groaned; he was far from feeling a hundred percent. His mind still felt groggy and his throat was still sore. Not to mention that the pure number of tubes connecting him to the- whatever it was, was making his stomach churn. He had never been a big fan of needles. He tried wiggling his shoulders in an attempt to jolt them loose but with no success. The metal bindings were as tight as ever.
He sunk back onto the board behind him, for the first time realising that he was once again laying flat against the cold material, meaning that during the time he had passed out he had been put back to his original position. He pondered over what might have happened to him in the time he had passed out. Was this some sort of plot by his various enemies? If so why hadn’t they shown themselves to at least gloat? Both reincarnations of Ansem hadn’t exactly been subtle when it came to showing off their power, lording it over Sora when it looked as if they had won. But they hadn’t, had they? Sora, despite his appearance, was no pushover. He would not just give up.
He scrunched up his eyes in his effort to think harder. Why else could he be here? Had there been any signs? He could come up with nothing.
CRASH
His eyes shot open and the metal across his chest alone stopped him from leaping forwards. What was that?! He desperately looked from side to side in an attempt to find the source. It didn’t take him long to set eyes on the upturned machine that was smoking slightly, sparks flying from various components.
“What’s happening?!” His shout came out as more of a croak but it still echoed round the room, mocking Sora with imitations of his own weak voice. And that was the only response he got. That and the faint sizzling noises coming from the destroyed machine. He groaned in annoyance, his fist hitting against the board he was strapped to. “Why won’t anyone answer me?!”
He was shocked out of his anger by the faint tickling sensation in his lower body. His forehead narrowed. “W-what th-“his words died in his throat. Literally. No matter how hard he tried he could not make himself speak. He shook his head from side to side, desperately trying to voice his complaint and anger. The sensation was now spreading up his legs and settling around his groin. It was as if his whole lower body was suffering from severe pins and needles and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He felt the prickling travel even further up his body.
Tears of frustration, and a little fear, appeared in his troubled cerulean eyes. The prickling had now reached his chest and was travelling down his arms. As he watched his fingers began to twitch his horror increased. He had not tried to move his hands.
He began to scream silently as his hands began to clench and relax without him playing any part. Likewise his legs began to shake as if going through the motions of running, yet the metal bindings kept them in place. And it wasn’t over.
As if pleased that it had succeeded in taking over his arms and legs the feeling began moving up his neck to his head and face. Moving like a puppet on a string, his jaw clamped his mouth shut, pressing his mouth closed and halting his scream. His tears began to run down his face as his felt pressure on his eye-lids as his eyes were forced closed. He was stuck in darkness, not being able to reopen his eyes nor move any part of his body. That didn’t mean he couldn’t feel his body moving, every nerve cell was very much alive. Every inch of his body screamed with pain. His legs had stopped shaking but his hand and arms where slowly roaming over ever part of his frame that ‘it’ could reach. Prodding and exploring.
Slowly, and terrifyingly, Sora felt his eyes open. If he had been in control of his body he would have pushed himself as far away from the stranger occupying his personal space as possible. Wait a minute this wasn’t a stranger! It was-
“Axel.”
His voice rang out without any input from him. Sora just had to watch and silently protest as his own hand moved upwards to grab hold of the black material that Axel was coated in. He could just watch as the red head’s face broke out in a smile and encased Sora’s hand with his own. He could just watch as the green eyes got closer as he pressed his lips to Sora’s forehead and spoke against his skin, his warm breath tickling the strands of hair that clung to it.
“Roxas.”
((OKAY!!
I kinda feel bad for Sora ... but it needed to be done to bring back Roxas. It's not as if he's gone for ever anyway ....
Any reviews would be nice :) Just to know that someone out there doesn't think that its a complete waste of time for me to continue xxx))
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