[DARK MONTH] - SIX
Title: SIX
Author: Xanthos Samurai
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing/Characters: ______/Namine
Rating: R
Length: 2,505
Warnings: Pedophilia, blood, implied violence, disturbing themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own anything but the arrangement of the words on the page.
Notes: This took me WAY longer than I anticipated, but I got to play with a lot of different concepts. I really enjoyed writing this since it was a bit different than what I usually do, although I'm not sure how well it turned out.
Prompt: Lolita - Namine - Kingdom Hearts - ryuthehanyou .
He hadn’t intended for it to happen when he walked out of the house that evening. He hadn’t set out to do something like this, but… How he could he possibly be expected to resist when she was obviously so cold and hungry?
“Come in, Namine, and go warm yourself by the fire.”
He ushered her inside out of the snowy dusk. As per his orders, the servants had kept the fire in the sitting room stoked and so it was roaring and crackling in the grate when they walked inside.
He closed the door against the howling winter and followed her with his eyes as she walked into the sitting room. How like a perfect little angel she looked as she stepped across his fine rugs with her dainty, dirty bare feet. One of the sleeves of her dingy white dress had fallen off her thin shoulder, exposing her perfect white skin. Eyes wide, she stared at all the plush comfort and the finery around her. No doubt she had never seen such things before.
He walked over to her and put a hand to her back, stealing an intoxicating touch as his thumb ran along the supple curve of her bare shoulder.
“Namine, go sit by the fire. You’re still frozen,” he urged her towards the fireplace. “I’ll get a servant to bring you something hot to drink. Do you like chocolate?”
“I’ve never had chocolate before.” Namine’s voice was soft, sweet and low. She sat at the hearth with her legs tucked under her, looking up at him with wide blue eyes. They were beautiful eyes, but clouded over. He could see directly into her soul through those eyes and yet he couldn’t see her at all.
“Then we’ll have to get you some. Wait right here.”
It had been a long time, such a long time since he had had the pleasure of the companionship of such a little angel. And never one as innocent as this! Never even tasted chocolate before! Even her lips were innocent, having never even have tasted decadence! What a rare creature.
He rose and stepped into the hall, beckoning for his servant.
“Sniper, bring me some hot chocolate and sweets and have Dragoon make it - he’s the best cook out of all of you. I have a guest tonight.”
The servant inclined his head and left to carry out the order. He was very discriminate about who he hired to work in his house. Discretion was vital.
He returned to Namine and joined her at the hearth. She seemed warmer now, a bit more relaxed.
“I think you ought to stay the night here with me,” he said to her. “It’s too cold outside for a pretty little girl like you. In the morning we can start trying to find a permanent home for you.”
It was easy to slip an arm around her waist and press her against his chest. His hair spilled over his shoulder and tickled Namine’s neck, prompting a little laugh.
“That tickles!” She turned around and ran her fingers through it. “I like yours. It’s so long and pretty.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he practically purred. “I like yours.”
“It’s so dirty… It looks prettier when it’s clean.”
“Oh?” He stroked her hair, almost shivering with pleasure. “What color is it?”
“Yellow! Like sunshine!” Namine’s voice was full of pride.
“Mm. I like little sunshine-haired girls.” It wasn’t a lie. He did miss his first little girl sometimes, but Larxene had proven to be almost too much to handle. It had been a pity disposing of her. “We can arrange for you to have a bath tonight before you sleep. You’ll feel better too once you’re nice and clean.”
Namine’s face lit up like a candle. “A real bath?”
“Of course, sweet one.” He pressed his lips to her hair and inhaled and shuddered. God, she smelled so good…
Sniper walked into the room, carrying a tray with two cups and a pot of rich hot chocolate. The smell of chocolate filled the room and made the air warm, almost intoxicating. He poured her a generous cup and handed it to her.
“Try it - it’s delicious.” He watched her take a tiny sip to try it. Her eyes widened and she began to drink greedily. A trickle of chocolate dripped from one corner of her mouth. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, wanting nothing more than to lick it off.
He forced himself to look away. Not yet… He couldn’t do it yet… He must wait.
“Dancer, arrange a hot bath upstairs. My guest needs to be clean.” He distracted himself by calling to another servant. “Also, have supper prepared and taken to the little room. My guest and I will dine there tonight.
This one, lithe and thin and wearing pink-grey garments, bowed and twirled away to do his bidding.
“Come with me, Namine. I have something to show you.” He smiled when she looked anxious about leaving the cup of chocolate. “You can bring that with you.”
Namine held the cup of chocolate carefully as she followed him upstairs to a pretty little room at the end of the hall. It had taken a lot of work to get the blood off the walls and furniture from last time, but now it was hardly apparent at all.
“Do you like this room? It could be yours if you decided to stay here,” he told her.
“Stay here?” Namine looked around wide-eyed. “Do you mean you want me to stay here with you?”
“If you want.” His voice is almost a purr. She doesn’t realize yet that she doesn’t have a choice.
A noise from the doorway drew his attention and he looked to find Dancer standing there. She gestured.
“Ah, the bath is ready. Come, I’ll bathe you myself.” His palms were sweaty and he hoped that she wouldn’t resist, although part of him secretly hoped she would. Resistance could be fun.
But Namine didn’t protest. She took his hand and walked with him down the corridor to the washroom and the tub that Dancer had prepared. The water was steaming and flower-scented. Dancer had done a good job.
“Thank you, Dancer. You and the others may retire for the night. I rather think that Namine and I will be fine on our own tonight.”
Dancer bowed and whirled away, presumably off to tell the others of their good fortune. A night off was a rarity.
“Would you like me to help you undress?” His voice was innocent, but the question was anything but. “I have some other dresses that might fit you. I can give one to you after you’re nice and clean.”
“I can undress myself, but can I really have a new dress? I’ve never had one before!” Namine reached for the top button of her dress and looked shyly at him. “Could you turn around?”
“Silly Namine,” he smiled. “I’m going to see anyways when I wash your back. Don’t be shy - it’s all right.”
The young girl appeared to think about this for a few moments and decide that it made sense. She allowed him to unbutton her dress and let it fall to the ground around her feet. He picked her up and placed her into the water.
“Let’s see if we can get some of this dirt off so we can see what a pretty little girl you are.” He picked up a cloth and began to scrub her skin gently. The idea that only a thin piece of cloth separated his touch from her supple little body excited him
He washed the dirt from her body and the grime from her hair, reveling at how soft it was even though he’d picked her up from the streets.
“Why don’t your servants talk?” Namine looked up at him curiously as he wiped a smudge of dirt off her cheek.
“I hired them because they don’t talk,” he told her pleasantly. “I have a lot of very important secrets to keep and I can’t have them telling other people about them.”
“What kind of secrets?”
“Mm. If I told you, they wouldn’t be secrets, would they?” He pretended to drop the cloth so that he had an excuse to slide his bare fingers down her wet, slick back. She turned her head and smiled up at him and he felt his stomach twist into an excited knot. Did she want this too? Did she want what he so desperately wanted? After so many years of having to train children to enjoy the gifts that he wanted to give them, had he finally found the one that was of his same mind?
“I think you’re clean enough, Namine. Let’s get you dried off and dressed.”
It was another excuse to touch her, but this time through a towel. He dried her hair and marveled at the color.
“You were right, sweet one. It’s beautiful.” He ran his fingers through it. “I have something else for you. Would you like to see it?”
“Another surprise?” Namine’s eyes widened. “You’ve been so nice already…”
“I like to help little girls who need it,” he smiled as he helped her into her new dress. It was beautiful and just the thing for such a delicate little girl with lots of lace and pretty details. The only thing better than seeing it on her would be to see it ripped and torn on the floor after their play.
“Come with me,” he took her by the hand. He had been good so far, restraining himself. But now he wanted his reward. He deserved it. He led her into the little room that he had promised her earlier. “Now, you like all the nice things I’ve given you, don’t you?”
“Yes…” She looked up at him and smiled. “They’re the nicest things in the world!”
The two of them walked into the pretty little room he had promised her earlier. The servants had done well and left a hot meal on the table for the two of them. Their dinners were different of course. He hadn’t thought that Namine would appreciate his… rather unusual tastes.
“Good.” He smiled. “I want you to be happy Namine. Do you want me to be happy too?”
“Of course!”
“Then I need you to do something for me… It will make me very happy. And I think that you might like it too.”
“Oh… what do I do?” She bit her lip, looking uncertain.
“It’s very simple… I just want to draw a picture of you. But to do that, I need to look at you. So I need you to take your clothes off. Can you do that for me?” He was beginning to feel warm from excitement - his palms were itching with sweat.
“That will make you happy?” Her voice was doubtful at first, but she smiled shyly. “I like to draw too.”
“I’ll let you draw me too then.” Somehow that was even more arousing.
“All right… But could you turn around?”
He did so with a chuckle. He had already seen her in the bath, but she was still shy. What an adorable creature.
And then without warning, pain exploded from his back. He staggered forward with a loud yell and reached back. His fingers closed around the handle of a knife and he pulled it out with another cry. He recognized it - the fine silver handle and the extra-sharp blade. It was one of his own knives, one of the knives that the servants had brought up with their meal.
“What the hell?!” Those were the only words that he could utter as he turned to face her.
Namine was standing there with the other knife in her hand. A bit of blood had sprayed onto her dress and her hands were covered with it, but what grabbed and held his attention were her eyes. The clouds had parted within them to reveal dark depths, deeper than he had ever thought possible. There was something in those eyes that spoke volumes of knowledge and power and darkness. All he could do was stare blankly at her with the knife still dripping in his hand
“You look so surprised…” She smiled sweetly at him. “Poor thing.”
Before he’d even realized it, she had stepped towards him again. Only then did his wits return to him and he tried to take a step back, but stumbled and fell.
“I don’t suppose it’s your fault.” She continued walking towards him even as he scrambled to regain his footing. “You really didn’t stand a chance. Your sort never does, you know. You’re nothing but a slave to your little impulses. I suppose that’s why it’s always so easy to find a man who wants nothing more than to do nasty things to innocent little girls.”
She pushed him back down to the floor with a strength that betrayed her thin little body. He found that he couldn’t move. His limbs were completely sapped of their strength.
“I poisoned the knife. You won’t be able to move for a while, but you’ll still feel everything I do to you.” Namine straddled him and sat on his chest. Even despite the dangerous situation, he could feel himself getting aroused.
“Oh my… You are a naughty one, aren’t you?” She practically purred at him, taking the knife from his hand. “Well no matter. You won’t be needing that anymore. Not after what I’m going to do to you.”
He could only watch as Namine began to slice open his chest.
“We get a rough shake, us witches,” she said. “Generally we don’t hurt people, but sometimes we’re forced to in order to obtain the proper ingredients for our spells. But it’s not so bad. We only need a little bit, so one body can last us up to a whole year if we’re careful. And we try very hard to pick people that nobody is going to miss.” She wrenched apart two of his ribs until they cracked. He wanted to scream, but his body wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he felt a tear trickle from one corner of his eye. “Usually it doesn’t take this long, but I was quite enjoying all the attention. You’re very nice to your little girls until you butcher them, aren’t you?” She pulled out an organ - he didn’t know which - and then patted his hair with a smile. “You know, I actually am very fond of you and it’s been a very long time since I had a real pet. I can even play house with you!”
The combined pain from his chest and back threatened to black him out and he wanted nothing more than to die. Her words only increased his wish.
“That settles it!” She clapped her hands with delight and leaned forward to kiss his lips. “When you wake up, you’ll be my pet. And I’ll get to do anything to you that I want, just like you thought you were going to do to me. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Author: Xanthos Samurai
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing/Characters: ______/Namine
Rating: R
Length: 2,505
Warnings: Pedophilia, blood, implied violence, disturbing themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own anything but the arrangement of the words on the page.
Notes: This took me WAY longer than I anticipated, but I got to play with a lot of different concepts. I really enjoyed writing this since it was a bit different than what I usually do, although I'm not sure how well it turned out.
Prompt: Lolita - Namine - Kingdom Hearts - ryuthehanyou .
He hadn’t intended for it to happen when he walked out of the house that evening. He hadn’t set out to do something like this, but… How he could he possibly be expected to resist when she was obviously so cold and hungry?
“Come in, Namine, and go warm yourself by the fire.”
He ushered her inside out of the snowy dusk. As per his orders, the servants had kept the fire in the sitting room stoked and so it was roaring and crackling in the grate when they walked inside.
He closed the door against the howling winter and followed her with his eyes as she walked into the sitting room. How like a perfect little angel she looked as she stepped across his fine rugs with her dainty, dirty bare feet. One of the sleeves of her dingy white dress had fallen off her thin shoulder, exposing her perfect white skin. Eyes wide, she stared at all the plush comfort and the finery around her. No doubt she had never seen such things before.
He walked over to her and put a hand to her back, stealing an intoxicating touch as his thumb ran along the supple curve of her bare shoulder.
“Namine, go sit by the fire. You’re still frozen,” he urged her towards the fireplace. “I’ll get a servant to bring you something hot to drink. Do you like chocolate?”
“I’ve never had chocolate before.” Namine’s voice was soft, sweet and low. She sat at the hearth with her legs tucked under her, looking up at him with wide blue eyes. They were beautiful eyes, but clouded over. He could see directly into her soul through those eyes and yet he couldn’t see her at all.
“Then we’ll have to get you some. Wait right here.”
It had been a long time, such a long time since he had had the pleasure of the companionship of such a little angel. And never one as innocent as this! Never even tasted chocolate before! Even her lips were innocent, having never even have tasted decadence! What a rare creature.
He rose and stepped into the hall, beckoning for his servant.
“Sniper, bring me some hot chocolate and sweets and have Dragoon make it - he’s the best cook out of all of you. I have a guest tonight.”
The servant inclined his head and left to carry out the order. He was very discriminate about who he hired to work in his house. Discretion was vital.
He returned to Namine and joined her at the hearth. She seemed warmer now, a bit more relaxed.
“I think you ought to stay the night here with me,” he said to her. “It’s too cold outside for a pretty little girl like you. In the morning we can start trying to find a permanent home for you.”
It was easy to slip an arm around her waist and press her against his chest. His hair spilled over his shoulder and tickled Namine’s neck, prompting a little laugh.
“That tickles!” She turned around and ran her fingers through it. “I like yours. It’s so long and pretty.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he practically purred. “I like yours.”
“It’s so dirty… It looks prettier when it’s clean.”
“Oh?” He stroked her hair, almost shivering with pleasure. “What color is it?”
“Yellow! Like sunshine!” Namine’s voice was full of pride.
“Mm. I like little sunshine-haired girls.” It wasn’t a lie. He did miss his first little girl sometimes, but Larxene had proven to be almost too much to handle. It had been a pity disposing of her. “We can arrange for you to have a bath tonight before you sleep. You’ll feel better too once you’re nice and clean.”
Namine’s face lit up like a candle. “A real bath?”
“Of course, sweet one.” He pressed his lips to her hair and inhaled and shuddered. God, she smelled so good…
Sniper walked into the room, carrying a tray with two cups and a pot of rich hot chocolate. The smell of chocolate filled the room and made the air warm, almost intoxicating. He poured her a generous cup and handed it to her.
“Try it - it’s delicious.” He watched her take a tiny sip to try it. Her eyes widened and she began to drink greedily. A trickle of chocolate dripped from one corner of her mouth. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, wanting nothing more than to lick it off.
He forced himself to look away. Not yet… He couldn’t do it yet… He must wait.
“Dancer, arrange a hot bath upstairs. My guest needs to be clean.” He distracted himself by calling to another servant. “Also, have supper prepared and taken to the little room. My guest and I will dine there tonight.
This one, lithe and thin and wearing pink-grey garments, bowed and twirled away to do his bidding.
“Come with me, Namine. I have something to show you.” He smiled when she looked anxious about leaving the cup of chocolate. “You can bring that with you.”
Namine held the cup of chocolate carefully as she followed him upstairs to a pretty little room at the end of the hall. It had taken a lot of work to get the blood off the walls and furniture from last time, but now it was hardly apparent at all.
“Do you like this room? It could be yours if you decided to stay here,” he told her.
“Stay here?” Namine looked around wide-eyed. “Do you mean you want me to stay here with you?”
“If you want.” His voice is almost a purr. She doesn’t realize yet that she doesn’t have a choice.
A noise from the doorway drew his attention and he looked to find Dancer standing there. She gestured.
“Ah, the bath is ready. Come, I’ll bathe you myself.” His palms were sweaty and he hoped that she wouldn’t resist, although part of him secretly hoped she would. Resistance could be fun.
But Namine didn’t protest. She took his hand and walked with him down the corridor to the washroom and the tub that Dancer had prepared. The water was steaming and flower-scented. Dancer had done a good job.
“Thank you, Dancer. You and the others may retire for the night. I rather think that Namine and I will be fine on our own tonight.”
Dancer bowed and whirled away, presumably off to tell the others of their good fortune. A night off was a rarity.
“Would you like me to help you undress?” His voice was innocent, but the question was anything but. “I have some other dresses that might fit you. I can give one to you after you’re nice and clean.”
“I can undress myself, but can I really have a new dress? I’ve never had one before!” Namine reached for the top button of her dress and looked shyly at him. “Could you turn around?”
“Silly Namine,” he smiled. “I’m going to see anyways when I wash your back. Don’t be shy - it’s all right.”
The young girl appeared to think about this for a few moments and decide that it made sense. She allowed him to unbutton her dress and let it fall to the ground around her feet. He picked her up and placed her into the water.
“Let’s see if we can get some of this dirt off so we can see what a pretty little girl you are.” He picked up a cloth and began to scrub her skin gently. The idea that only a thin piece of cloth separated his touch from her supple little body excited him
He washed the dirt from her body and the grime from her hair, reveling at how soft it was even though he’d picked her up from the streets.
“Why don’t your servants talk?” Namine looked up at him curiously as he wiped a smudge of dirt off her cheek.
“I hired them because they don’t talk,” he told her pleasantly. “I have a lot of very important secrets to keep and I can’t have them telling other people about them.”
“What kind of secrets?”
“Mm. If I told you, they wouldn’t be secrets, would they?” He pretended to drop the cloth so that he had an excuse to slide his bare fingers down her wet, slick back. She turned her head and smiled up at him and he felt his stomach twist into an excited knot. Did she want this too? Did she want what he so desperately wanted? After so many years of having to train children to enjoy the gifts that he wanted to give them, had he finally found the one that was of his same mind?
“I think you’re clean enough, Namine. Let’s get you dried off and dressed.”
It was another excuse to touch her, but this time through a towel. He dried her hair and marveled at the color.
“You were right, sweet one. It’s beautiful.” He ran his fingers through it. “I have something else for you. Would you like to see it?”
“Another surprise?” Namine’s eyes widened. “You’ve been so nice already…”
“I like to help little girls who need it,” he smiled as he helped her into her new dress. It was beautiful and just the thing for such a delicate little girl with lots of lace and pretty details. The only thing better than seeing it on her would be to see it ripped and torn on the floor after their play.
“Come with me,” he took her by the hand. He had been good so far, restraining himself. But now he wanted his reward. He deserved it. He led her into the little room that he had promised her earlier. “Now, you like all the nice things I’ve given you, don’t you?”
“Yes…” She looked up at him and smiled. “They’re the nicest things in the world!”
The two of them walked into the pretty little room he had promised her earlier. The servants had done well and left a hot meal on the table for the two of them. Their dinners were different of course. He hadn’t thought that Namine would appreciate his… rather unusual tastes.
“Good.” He smiled. “I want you to be happy Namine. Do you want me to be happy too?”
“Of course!”
“Then I need you to do something for me… It will make me very happy. And I think that you might like it too.”
“Oh… what do I do?” She bit her lip, looking uncertain.
“It’s very simple… I just want to draw a picture of you. But to do that, I need to look at you. So I need you to take your clothes off. Can you do that for me?” He was beginning to feel warm from excitement - his palms were itching with sweat.
“That will make you happy?” Her voice was doubtful at first, but she smiled shyly. “I like to draw too.”
“I’ll let you draw me too then.” Somehow that was even more arousing.
“All right… But could you turn around?”
He did so with a chuckle. He had already seen her in the bath, but she was still shy. What an adorable creature.
And then without warning, pain exploded from his back. He staggered forward with a loud yell and reached back. His fingers closed around the handle of a knife and he pulled it out with another cry. He recognized it - the fine silver handle and the extra-sharp blade. It was one of his own knives, one of the knives that the servants had brought up with their meal.
“What the hell?!” Those were the only words that he could utter as he turned to face her.
Namine was standing there with the other knife in her hand. A bit of blood had sprayed onto her dress and her hands were covered with it, but what grabbed and held his attention were her eyes. The clouds had parted within them to reveal dark depths, deeper than he had ever thought possible. There was something in those eyes that spoke volumes of knowledge and power and darkness. All he could do was stare blankly at her with the knife still dripping in his hand
“You look so surprised…” She smiled sweetly at him. “Poor thing.”
Before he’d even realized it, she had stepped towards him again. Only then did his wits return to him and he tried to take a step back, but stumbled and fell.
“I don’t suppose it’s your fault.” She continued walking towards him even as he scrambled to regain his footing. “You really didn’t stand a chance. Your sort never does, you know. You’re nothing but a slave to your little impulses. I suppose that’s why it’s always so easy to find a man who wants nothing more than to do nasty things to innocent little girls.”
She pushed him back down to the floor with a strength that betrayed her thin little body. He found that he couldn’t move. His limbs were completely sapped of their strength.
“I poisoned the knife. You won’t be able to move for a while, but you’ll still feel everything I do to you.” Namine straddled him and sat on his chest. Even despite the dangerous situation, he could feel himself getting aroused.
“Oh my… You are a naughty one, aren’t you?” She practically purred at him, taking the knife from his hand. “Well no matter. You won’t be needing that anymore. Not after what I’m going to do to you.”
He could only watch as Namine began to slice open his chest.
“We get a rough shake, us witches,” she said. “Generally we don’t hurt people, but sometimes we’re forced to in order to obtain the proper ingredients for our spells. But it’s not so bad. We only need a little bit, so one body can last us up to a whole year if we’re careful. And we try very hard to pick people that nobody is going to miss.” She wrenched apart two of his ribs until they cracked. He wanted to scream, but his body wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he felt a tear trickle from one corner of his eye. “Usually it doesn’t take this long, but I was quite enjoying all the attention. You’re very nice to your little girls until you butcher them, aren’t you?” She pulled out an organ - he didn’t know which - and then patted his hair with a smile. “You know, I actually am very fond of you and it’s been a very long time since I had a real pet. I can even play house with you!”
The combined pain from his chest and back threatened to black him out and he wanted nothing more than to die. Her words only increased his wish.
“That settles it!” She clapped her hands with delight and leaned forward to kiss his lips. “When you wake up, you’ll be my pet. And I’ll get to do anything to you that I want, just like you thought you were going to do to me. Doesn't that sound like fun?"