Silent Angel Chapter 1
Silent Angel
Pairings: Riku/Sora (is there any other pairing xD)
Rating: R - NC-17
Quick Summary: Riku has problems of his own, but after being helped by someone he never thought he’d see again, he wonders if there’s something he can’t give in return. But things aren’t as simple as they seem. Will Riku be able to help Sora escape his past, or will they both be caught up in something more dangerous than Riku could have ever imagined.
Extended Summary: When Riku finds his inspiration lacking, his friend decides to take him somewhere to help him relax and relieve some of his tension. Little did he know at the time that a one night stand with a hired “companion” could be the first in a series of events that will change his life forever. As for Sora, will he be able to escape his life and leave behind his legacy as the Silent Angel, or will he be trapped to that name and life forever. But there is more keeping him tied to his job that even his friends aren’t aware of. Things that could become deadly if he’s not careful. Things that could endanger the person he’s begun to care about deeply. Is his escape worth the very thing he wants to escape for? Riku/Sora. Maybe other pairings later, but the relationship the story concentrates on is Riku/Sora.
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.
On ages:
Sora: 20
Riku: 21
Most Everyone is in college age. Except Leon and Cloud, who I’m leaving in their mid-late twenties. And if Sephiroth makes an appearance, which I’m almost positive he will, he’ll be. . . how old IS Sephie anyway? OO Oh and be patient with my updates. Apparently I’ve caught Strep Throat and have been really sick. I’ll try and get the next chapter up in the next few weeks though, so keep your eyes open. Chapter one of my other KH fic is on the way. Just needs to be typed and polished. Not betaed. I checked it myself but I’m sure I’ve missed something and I’ll fix it when I find it. Feel free to tell me what needs to be fixed and if there’s anything I can do to make it better.
Anyone interested in betaing this fic?
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x.Chapter One.x
In Need of Hope
Riku crumpled up the sheet of sketchbook paper he had been drawing on and slammed the book shut in frustration. He only had about 2 months left to complete a huge project worth a large part of his final grade and he still didn’t even have an initial concept sketch done. Not to mention his other smaller projects that were also behind as a result. Well, that’s not completely true. He had done several sketches, actually, but found them all unsatisfactory. At this rate he would surely fail, and that he could not afford to do. Not with his parents on his back to give up when he was so close to graduation.
Glaring at the black sketchbook and wrinkled papers surrounding his desk, he ran a shaking hand through his tangled silver locks. Class had ended 15 minutes ago, but he had no desire to move from his current self-imposed isolation. The other students had long since filed past him, intent on going about their own busy lives.
Riku growled at the destroyed sketch as though it’s very existence insulted him. If his pencils weren’t so damn expensive they probably would have been snapped into splinters by now. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, depending on how you look at it, Riku’s supplies were too expensive to risk releasing his wrath upon them.
He lifted his head at a knock on the classroom door to see a blonde head peek in, blue eyes honing in on the mass of ruined drawings surrounding him, and widening slightly.
“Riku! What in the world are you doing!” Tidus asked his friend, idly gathering the destroyed artwork to place in the class rubbish bin, and out of the obviously uninspired artist’s sight.
“What does it look like I’m doing? It’s been over a week into the semester and I’m lacking the motivation and inspiration required to even get started. I’m now behind everyone else. And everything I draw is shit.” Riku snapped, grimacing as if disgusted by his own behavior.
“Aww, it can’t be all that bad can it?” Tidus asked.
Riku glared at him, as if to say, ‘Yes, it is.” Then he thought of something that made him glance at Tidus in surprise. “What are -you- doing on this floor?” he asked suspiciously.
At their art university, most of the floors were divided up by departments. This floor was mainly for the Illustration classes. Tidus, not being an illustrator, nor taking an illustration based elective would have no classes here. Tidus was majoring in the Performing Arts Department several floors down. He and Riku had been roommates their freshman year, before they each got their own apartments in the city.
Riku had never before taken the statement, “starving artist” seriously before entering a college to become one of them. His supplies alone ate what little income he had to spare, not to mention food and rent. It’s not like he could go to his parents for help, either. They had helped pay for his classes, but that was as far as their generosity was willing to go. His supplies he had to get for himself. His parents had not approved of his decision to go to an art school. They had been hoping he’d take over his father’s business, or barring that, become a doctor or lawyer. Something that actually made money(according to them). Riku could almost hear the prayers they undoubtedly sent up every night that he would fail and come crawling back to them. Well, it had been 3 and a half years and they were still praying. But, he’d never give up. Wearing suits and ties and sitting behind a desk dealing with people all day just wasn’t his style. No, Riku was an artist at heart, and damn all those who didn’t approve. He’d show them all some day.
But, back to Tidus who was grinning at him sheepishly. A sheepish Tidus, Riku thought skeptically. How strange.
“Well, see, there was this girl in this department, and, well. . . heh heh.” Tidus laughed nervously, but I decided to give him a break, for now. I would find everything out eventually anyway. Lord only knows why he considers me one of his best friends. I certainly don’t do anything to encourage it.
“Nevermind. Do you need something from me?” Riku asked.
“Not really, I noticed you still in here and thought I’d say hi, see if you wanted to hang out a bit tonight. You seem kind of up tight, but I know just the thing that’ll help if you’re free at 6.”
Riku just stared at him as if he was talking nonsense, raising a silver eyebrow in question. If Tidus thought it would help, then it would do to be cautious. Tidus has an odd sense of the world and things he thinks might help often make things worse.
“Oh, don’t give me that look, I’m just trying to help, and by the looks of it you need some help in relaxing, since your obviously not taking care of it yourself,” Tidus stated, glancing back at the rubbish bin filled with defiled sketches.
Riku just put his head in his hands, nodding resignedly. He knew there was no getting Tidus off him when he was like this. It was simpler to just give in for now. Besides, maybe Tidus was right, and he needed to take a break from the stresses of his looming schoolwork.
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Elsewhere in the City . . .
In a lavish bar and club by the name of Angels in Hell, a brown haired boy was busy at work, polishing the bar counter. Or so he wished to appear.
He busily wiped the counter over and over as he tried to avoid looking his older friends in the eyes. He concentrated on the back and forth motion of his hand, soothing in its repetition.
“Sora, you’re not working upstairs again tonight, are you?” Leon asked softly.
He had known Leon and Cloud for years. Since he was brought here when he was 14. Of course, he didn’t work upstairs then. Not until he was ‘of age’. He had been taken in by a ‘friend of the family’. Or so he had been told. He still wasn’t sure of the truth behind that, but he certainly hoped his parents hadn’t been involved with Sephiroth and his underground businesses. Then again, he supposed it was possible. Especially considering their rather violent and sudden death 6 years ago. For some reason he couldn’t remember anything surrounding his parents deaths, apparently the trauma of being witness to it had buried the incident deep in his subconscious. Truth was, he had enough nightmares without adding that memory to them, so he really didn’t want to remember. Then he had lived with Sephiroth. That’s where he had met Cloud and Leon. They were bodyguards Sephiroth hired to sometimes guard him, but usually just to make sure none of the client’s at the upstairs area of the club didn’t break any of the rules and harm or bother any of the companions. Yeah, companions. Fancy name for whore, Sora snorted derisively at the thought.
Back onto the point though. Leon and Cloud. Right. Apparently they had deemed themselves his friends(that part was mutual) and protectors(Sora wasn’t too happy with that part). They had been trying to get him to quit as a companion for a while now. He really was touched that they cared so strongly for him, but there were other factors they weren’t aware of. Sora sighed before leaning against the bar counter nodding lightly, in response to Leon’s question, knowing the reaction it would cause them.
“Sora, how many times do we need to tell you? Why are you so set on this. You don’t belong here.” Cloud interjected frowning.
“Au contraire. I belong here as much as any of the other companions do, and I don’t see you trying to get them to quit.” Sora stated boldly, knowing it would only upset his friends more.
“You know that’s not it.” Leon stated calmly, “It’s different with you. You’re our friend. We can’t stand to see you hurting yourself like this.” Sora didn’t bother to refute his claim.
“Yeah, you don’t need to work here. I’m sure if you just talk to Sephiroth-“ Cloud started but was interrupted by a sharp glare from Sora.
“Yes, I do.” The boy stated quietly. “Listen guys, I know you’re just worried about me, but I’ll be fine. Really. I can take care of myself. And besides, that’s what you guys are kept around for, right?” Sora’s bright blue eyes twinkled and a smile spread across his face. But even his smile couldn’t erase the concern in his friend’s faces, and he sighed again. “I want more for myself than this life, you know I do. But, in order to do that I need to finish school. In order to finish school I need money, a lot of it. And I refuse to ask Sephiroth for help. No matter how much I hate what I do upstairs it makes me the money I need to survive right now. I’ll never escape if I don’t graduate. Please, try to understand,” he pleaded with them. Sora nervously looked up to find his friends gazing at him fondly.
“We just wish there was another way.” Cloud murmured sadly.
“Or something more we could do.” Leon added.
“It’s only for another year or so.” Sora said smiling. “Besides I don’t think your getting paid to talk the performers out of their performances.” Sora said his voice full of irony. The club provided private performances by companions. That’s how they kept the fact it was really just a high class brothel under cover. “Now away with you. I’m busy here. Shoo.” After finally shooing Cloud and Leon away he leaned against the bar and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. How he wished he could end things as his friends asked. For their sake if not his own. But things were never as simple or easy as they seemed. There were other reasons he couldn’t stop. He hated lying to them. Although the money was a big part of it.
“Will I ever be able to escape?” He whispered into the empty air, no one around to hear or answer the prayers of the hopeless young man caged in a life he did not ask for.
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So how was it? It’s the first time I’ve ever written something this AU before. I usually stick closer to canon. I hope I did MD Sora’s original plot justice. Oh, and let’s have a vote. As for the mysterious girl Tidus was visiting in the Illustration department, should it be Yuna, or Selphie? I can’t decide, so any feedback on that would be great. Also, should Riku and Sepheroth be related somehow by blood. I was thinking it might make an interesting twist, but I don't know if that would be too AU. Lemon coming up in next chapter. It’ll be edited for since their so strict now on ratings. The full unedited chapter 2 will be at The link will be in my profile for those interested.
Extra notes:
I’m back from Alaska. It was beautiful. More on that though in chapter 1 of my other KH fic. Oh and I have no clue where this fic is going. I kind of know how it might end, but no clue how I’ll get there. So, bear with me. Feel free to offer suggestions (as always). xD
On a totally unrelated note, I saw Howl’s Moving Castle. x3 Excellent, as expected.
Feedbackfood for the soul
Finished 7/11/05
Music listened to while writing: Kelly Clarkson(Breakaway is this fics theme song. XD I love that song.) and Avril Lavigne(Underneath the Skin album, especially Nobody’s Home).
Oh and if anyone has some good music they listen to for inspiration, feel free to share that too. XD
Pairings: Riku/Sora (is there any other pairing xD)
Rating: R - NC-17
Quick Summary: Riku has problems of his own, but after being helped by someone he never thought he’d see again, he wonders if there’s something he can’t give in return. But things aren’t as simple as they seem. Will Riku be able to help Sora escape his past, or will they both be caught up in something more dangerous than Riku could have ever imagined.
Extended Summary: When Riku finds his inspiration lacking, his friend decides to take him somewhere to help him relax and relieve some of his tension. Little did he know at the time that a one night stand with a hired “companion” could be the first in a series of events that will change his life forever. As for Sora, will he be able to escape his life and leave behind his legacy as the Silent Angel, or will he be trapped to that name and life forever. But there is more keeping him tied to his job that even his friends aren’t aware of. Things that could become deadly if he’s not careful. Things that could endanger the person he’s begun to care about deeply. Is his escape worth the very thing he wants to escape for? Riku/Sora. Maybe other pairings later, but the relationship the story concentrates on is Riku/Sora.
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.
On ages:
Sora: 20
Riku: 21
Most Everyone is in college age. Except Leon and Cloud, who I’m leaving in their mid-late twenties. And if Sephiroth makes an appearance, which I’m almost positive he will, he’ll be. . . how old IS Sephie anyway? OO Oh and be patient with my updates. Apparently I’ve caught Strep Throat and have been really sick. I’ll try and get the next chapter up in the next few weeks though, so keep your eyes open. Chapter one of my other KH fic is on the way. Just needs to be typed and polished. Not betaed. I checked it myself but I’m sure I’ve missed something and I’ll fix it when I find it. Feel free to tell me what needs to be fixed and if there’s anything I can do to make it better.
Anyone interested in betaing this fic?
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x.Chapter One.x
In Need of Hope
Riku crumpled up the sheet of sketchbook paper he had been drawing on and slammed the book shut in frustration. He only had about 2 months left to complete a huge project worth a large part of his final grade and he still didn’t even have an initial concept sketch done. Not to mention his other smaller projects that were also behind as a result. Well, that’s not completely true. He had done several sketches, actually, but found them all unsatisfactory. At this rate he would surely fail, and that he could not afford to do. Not with his parents on his back to give up when he was so close to graduation.
Glaring at the black sketchbook and wrinkled papers surrounding his desk, he ran a shaking hand through his tangled silver locks. Class had ended 15 minutes ago, but he had no desire to move from his current self-imposed isolation. The other students had long since filed past him, intent on going about their own busy lives.
Riku growled at the destroyed sketch as though it’s very existence insulted him. If his pencils weren’t so damn expensive they probably would have been snapped into splinters by now. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, depending on how you look at it, Riku’s supplies were too expensive to risk releasing his wrath upon them.
He lifted his head at a knock on the classroom door to see a blonde head peek in, blue eyes honing in on the mass of ruined drawings surrounding him, and widening slightly.
“Riku! What in the world are you doing!” Tidus asked his friend, idly gathering the destroyed artwork to place in the class rubbish bin, and out of the obviously uninspired artist’s sight.
“What does it look like I’m doing? It’s been over a week into the semester and I’m lacking the motivation and inspiration required to even get started. I’m now behind everyone else. And everything I draw is shit.” Riku snapped, grimacing as if disgusted by his own behavior.
“Aww, it can’t be all that bad can it?” Tidus asked.
Riku glared at him, as if to say, ‘Yes, it is.” Then he thought of something that made him glance at Tidus in surprise. “What are -you- doing on this floor?” he asked suspiciously.
At their art university, most of the floors were divided up by departments. This floor was mainly for the Illustration classes. Tidus, not being an illustrator, nor taking an illustration based elective would have no classes here. Tidus was majoring in the Performing Arts Department several floors down. He and Riku had been roommates their freshman year, before they each got their own apartments in the city.
Riku had never before taken the statement, “starving artist” seriously before entering a college to become one of them. His supplies alone ate what little income he had to spare, not to mention food and rent. It’s not like he could go to his parents for help, either. They had helped pay for his classes, but that was as far as their generosity was willing to go. His supplies he had to get for himself. His parents had not approved of his decision to go to an art school. They had been hoping he’d take over his father’s business, or barring that, become a doctor or lawyer. Something that actually made money(according to them). Riku could almost hear the prayers they undoubtedly sent up every night that he would fail and come crawling back to them. Well, it had been 3 and a half years and they were still praying. But, he’d never give up. Wearing suits and ties and sitting behind a desk dealing with people all day just wasn’t his style. No, Riku was an artist at heart, and damn all those who didn’t approve. He’d show them all some day.
But, back to Tidus who was grinning at him sheepishly. A sheepish Tidus, Riku thought skeptically. How strange.
“Well, see, there was this girl in this department, and, well. . . heh heh.” Tidus laughed nervously, but I decided to give him a break, for now. I would find everything out eventually anyway. Lord only knows why he considers me one of his best friends. I certainly don’t do anything to encourage it.
“Nevermind. Do you need something from me?” Riku asked.
“Not really, I noticed you still in here and thought I’d say hi, see if you wanted to hang out a bit tonight. You seem kind of up tight, but I know just the thing that’ll help if you’re free at 6.”
Riku just stared at him as if he was talking nonsense, raising a silver eyebrow in question. If Tidus thought it would help, then it would do to be cautious. Tidus has an odd sense of the world and things he thinks might help often make things worse.
“Oh, don’t give me that look, I’m just trying to help, and by the looks of it you need some help in relaxing, since your obviously not taking care of it yourself,” Tidus stated, glancing back at the rubbish bin filled with defiled sketches.
Riku just put his head in his hands, nodding resignedly. He knew there was no getting Tidus off him when he was like this. It was simpler to just give in for now. Besides, maybe Tidus was right, and he needed to take a break from the stresses of his looming schoolwork.
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Elsewhere in the City . . .
In a lavish bar and club by the name of Angels in Hell, a brown haired boy was busy at work, polishing the bar counter. Or so he wished to appear.
He busily wiped the counter over and over as he tried to avoid looking his older friends in the eyes. He concentrated on the back and forth motion of his hand, soothing in its repetition.
“Sora, you’re not working upstairs again tonight, are you?” Leon asked softly.
He had known Leon and Cloud for years. Since he was brought here when he was 14. Of course, he didn’t work upstairs then. Not until he was ‘of age’. He had been taken in by a ‘friend of the family’. Or so he had been told. He still wasn’t sure of the truth behind that, but he certainly hoped his parents hadn’t been involved with Sephiroth and his underground businesses. Then again, he supposed it was possible. Especially considering their rather violent and sudden death 6 years ago. For some reason he couldn’t remember anything surrounding his parents deaths, apparently the trauma of being witness to it had buried the incident deep in his subconscious. Truth was, he had enough nightmares without adding that memory to them, so he really didn’t want to remember. Then he had lived with Sephiroth. That’s where he had met Cloud and Leon. They were bodyguards Sephiroth hired to sometimes guard him, but usually just to make sure none of the client’s at the upstairs area of the club didn’t break any of the rules and harm or bother any of the companions. Yeah, companions. Fancy name for whore, Sora snorted derisively at the thought.
Back onto the point though. Leon and Cloud. Right. Apparently they had deemed themselves his friends(that part was mutual) and protectors(Sora wasn’t too happy with that part). They had been trying to get him to quit as a companion for a while now. He really was touched that they cared so strongly for him, but there were other factors they weren’t aware of. Sora sighed before leaning against the bar counter nodding lightly, in response to Leon’s question, knowing the reaction it would cause them.
“Sora, how many times do we need to tell you? Why are you so set on this. You don’t belong here.” Cloud interjected frowning.
“Au contraire. I belong here as much as any of the other companions do, and I don’t see you trying to get them to quit.” Sora stated boldly, knowing it would only upset his friends more.
“You know that’s not it.” Leon stated calmly, “It’s different with you. You’re our friend. We can’t stand to see you hurting yourself like this.” Sora didn’t bother to refute his claim.
“Yeah, you don’t need to work here. I’m sure if you just talk to Sephiroth-“ Cloud started but was interrupted by a sharp glare from Sora.
“Yes, I do.” The boy stated quietly. “Listen guys, I know you’re just worried about me, but I’ll be fine. Really. I can take care of myself. And besides, that’s what you guys are kept around for, right?” Sora’s bright blue eyes twinkled and a smile spread across his face. But even his smile couldn’t erase the concern in his friend’s faces, and he sighed again. “I want more for myself than this life, you know I do. But, in order to do that I need to finish school. In order to finish school I need money, a lot of it. And I refuse to ask Sephiroth for help. No matter how much I hate what I do upstairs it makes me the money I need to survive right now. I’ll never escape if I don’t graduate. Please, try to understand,” he pleaded with them. Sora nervously looked up to find his friends gazing at him fondly.
“We just wish there was another way.” Cloud murmured sadly.
“Or something more we could do.” Leon added.
“It’s only for another year or so.” Sora said smiling. “Besides I don’t think your getting paid to talk the performers out of their performances.” Sora said his voice full of irony. The club provided private performances by companions. That’s how they kept the fact it was really just a high class brothel under cover. “Now away with you. I’m busy here. Shoo.” After finally shooing Cloud and Leon away he leaned against the bar and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. How he wished he could end things as his friends asked. For their sake if not his own. But things were never as simple or easy as they seemed. There were other reasons he couldn’t stop. He hated lying to them. Although the money was a big part of it.
“Will I ever be able to escape?” He whispered into the empty air, no one around to hear or answer the prayers of the hopeless young man caged in a life he did not ask for.
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So how was it? It’s the first time I’ve ever written something this AU before. I usually stick closer to canon. I hope I did MD Sora’s original plot justice. Oh, and let’s have a vote. As for the mysterious girl Tidus was visiting in the Illustration department, should it be Yuna, or Selphie? I can’t decide, so any feedback on that would be great. Also, should Riku and Sepheroth be related somehow by blood. I was thinking it might make an interesting twist, but I don't know if that would be too AU. Lemon coming up in next chapter. It’ll be edited for since their so strict now on ratings. The full unedited chapter 2 will be at The link will be in my profile for those interested.
Extra notes:
I’m back from Alaska. It was beautiful. More on that though in chapter 1 of my other KH fic. Oh and I have no clue where this fic is going. I kind of know how it might end, but no clue how I’ll get there. So, bear with me. Feel free to offer suggestions (as always). xD
On a totally unrelated note, I saw Howl’s Moving Castle. x3 Excellent, as expected.
Feedbackfood for the soul
Finished 7/11/05
Music listened to while writing: Kelly Clarkson(Breakaway is this fics theme song. XD I love that song.) and Avril Lavigne(Underneath the Skin album, especially Nobody’s Home).
Oh and if anyone has some good music they listen to for inspiration, feel free to share that too. XD