Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
Indexed at kh-kinkmeme
and on delicious here
Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
From thirteen floors below to thirteen floors above, 44 climbed the castle, leaving ice and snow in his wake. He wanted the whole thing to freeze over-a monument to the man who had made him. Whose death left a Heart out in the Worlds that might yet be claimed, if 44 lived long enough to find it. And then…
Well, with a real Heart, he wouldn’t be a failure anymore, now would he? He’d be more real than the original.
Who is dead. Because he was flawed as well. He made the mistake of trusting the others in the castle because they should have been on the same side. Well, 44 wasn’t going to make that mistake. There was just one loose end to tie up here, and then he’d see what he could see.
On the top floor, he found the blood trail. Down the hallway, leading away from where the Graceful Assassin had done battle with Sora, the trail stayed close to the wall. It pooled in several places, as though the injured had needed to pause in his limping escape. 44 decided it was aesthetically pleasing to the eye when shards of ice bloomed out of the red smeared on the white marble. He would have to remember that when he found the snake.
And when he did find him, it wasn’t that surprising where. The little birdcage sat open, suspended from the ceiling, the little Naminé doll missing. Marluxia slumped against the table leg, glaring up at it. The room grew cold and the Assassin shivered suddenly.
It was… satisfying… to see the disbelief, the shock, and uncertain fear distort the proud features. 44’s lips twisted in an unpleasant smile as he approached-unhurried, and completely at ease.
“Let me see if I remember the phrase,” he all but purred while the pink-haired bastard made such valiant attempts to gain his feet. “The best laid plans of mice and men/go oft awry’?”
The brilliant red of arterial blood smeared along the edge of the table as Marluxia’s slick glove failed to find purchase on the smooth surface. “So interesting,” 44 murmured as the frost followed him into the room, “that Nobodies have blood, but no Heart. All the physical parts are still present, save that single one. And yet the body lives on, beyond all comprehensive reason or logic.”
Kneeling, the replica seized the Nobody’s chin in his own gloved hand. “Simply maddening, isn’t it. When everything defies all your expectations. I would say you miscalculated quite horribly, didn’t you?” He raised one bemused eyebrow as a wisp of Darkness escaped the panting Assassin. He didn’t have much time then. Marluxia was barely holding on.
“Just a little longer, Number Eleven,” the taller man stood, gripping the Nobody’s forearm and feeling bones grind under his hand as he hauled the shorter man to his feet.
“AARGH! Be careful you idiot!” Marluxia snarled, wobbling on his feet.
“Ah, finally found your tongue, have you?” 44 slung the arm over his shoulders while his own came around the Assassin’s back to support him. This wasn’t the place for it. Naminé had been pure, compared to all of them. He wouldn’t sully her space with this. He’d long come to the conclusion that memories were all that made up a Nobody. Memories of emotion. Memories of living. Memories of how to look, act, speak-Muscle memory and cellular memory.
As long as there was memory, a Nobody existed. When 44 died-and eventually he would, it was the natural cycle of life, after all-there would be no one to remember he had ever existed. But maybe he could ensure the prolonged existence of others. He was certainly going to make sure that Marluxia, in whatever afterlife may, or may not, exist for creatures who shouldn’t be, would remember Vexen.
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