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      “I was a lot better when you weren’t around.” Blank and vague expression? What a load of-- Sora would so kick his ass if he could. The asshole really had it coming.

rxcusant​ || lightexpired​ || corruptedseventh​ || darkenedinfinity​

This place was wet. 

It seems he arrived at night, and maybe he shouldn't have been messing around with that computer. It seemed to have teleported him pretty far away, neon lights shining down on him. And it seemed said structures were the only source of light on this World, a large Castle loudly calling like a lighthouse. He could see it from a distance, arms held tightly around him as he shivers in his short-sleeved coat.

So wet. And so cold. Shadows crawl around and about him, the boy entirely ignoring them; fearless, uncaring. In his time? Heartless didn't attack people. Only the World Heartless, the ones dozens of feet tall, would attack things. The foot soldiers were virtually harmless to those with a Keyblade, would never attack unless heavily provoked or directly commanded to by one of the less savory individuals in each World.

He brushes his hand down a Neoshadow's antenna, a quiet whisper of a question, an impulse of feeling and imagery as an answer. Well, apparently the residents of the Castle up ahead frequently thinned their numbers, but were also gathering a fuckton of LUX. They were hoarding it for themselves! Probably a secret rival Foreteller stronghold. At least not Unicornis, so the silver-haired boy cups his chin and thinks. Plotting, planning, deciding; he'd definitely get top-charts if he stole as much LUX as the Heartless were hungering for.

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The sun was in twilight in Daybreak Town, the lights on the street flickering alive. Just 20 more minutes until recruiting was officially closed for the day, and he could go take out some of the larger Heartless himself. And then, calculate some statistics, tinker with developing the next upgrade for Keyblades, maybe get a drink with his fellow faction mates. A big maybe. He'd hate to be drunk under the table, and Hearts forbid he ran into Ursus.

But regardless, he's sitting just inside the entrance to the Castle, with what honestly looks like a reception desk. The foretellers rotated who got the entrance spot, and today was his day; Mondays and Thursdays were free-for-all trouble days. But Wednesdays were his day. Not too early in the week that people felt lagged, not too late that they were more worried about hanging out with friends on the weekend. The perfect day, if you asked him.

Send me “Chu~!” for my Muse’s reaction to yours kissing them on the cheek! [ ίиfίиίтυм ] ━━> "…!" To say that he was surprised would be to say the least. What had just happened? Who had just? Quickly the youth snapped his head around to turn and face the other, looking quietly at him. It was Sora. It was… Sora? Of all people that would have done that, he hadn’t expected Sora to do so. Such behavior would have been expected from his ‘twin,’ but not from Sora. Rather quickly, a small, but hardly noticeable blush crossed gently over Xehanort’s face. Fortunately enough his skin was dark enough to hide his embarrassment (sometimes being a native islander paid off.) Smiling ever so slightly, he placed his book to his lap and turned a little more, tiling his head ever so slightly to the side. ”I’m going to assume that you want something otherwise you wouldn’t have done that to get my attention. Though, I must say — I’m not really sure I mind you trying to get my attention by kissing me. Now, is there something you need?”

      [✗] Did Xehanort really figure it out so quickly? Sora had been standing in the doorway of the room for what felt like an agonizing amount of time, when it probably hadn't even been more than 13 seconds. It must have been an amazing book for Xehanort not to notice Sora, but maybe Sora was overplaying it a little... 

      Instead of standing there until he was noticed or spoken to, Sora merely walked up to him, bent over and ghosted his lips over Xehanort's cheek in a pitiful attempt to get his attention back. It was akin to a puppy looking for it's master's praise and affection. Really, the two scenes weren't all that different. 

Put one of these in my ask box! (Kidnapped!)

[ ίиfίиίтυм ] ━━>

”Don’t bother trying to struggle, it’s useless. Oh, but you look so cute like this, you know?”

Xehanort grinned softly at Sora as he tightened the gag, fingers gently working but quickly. The ropes were all secured tightly. He’d checked that mere moments ago. Gloved hands moved, running gently over Sora’s cheeks, and from his cheeks, down across his chin, and then neck. “You can’t get get away. I won’t let you.”

This was it, the chance he’d been looking for. He had Sora in the palm of his hands. Bound and gagged — a prisoner, that’s all he was. “You should be grateful you know. I could do so many things to you right now. Don’t worry, Sora, I’ll treat you well, you’ll be okay.” He’d treat him well… after he broke him. Slowly. Piece by little piece. But now the question was how? There were so many ways. Torture was an obvious answer, or Xehanort could always toss him into the dark realm for a while—

”We’re just gonna have a little bit of fun first. You’ll like it… I promise.”

The gag in his mouth tasted bad, and it didn't exactly help when he tried to spit out insults back at the other. Not that he really could come up with anything beyond the usual repertoire. His hands bound behind his back, rope tied pretty darn tightly if he had to say so. He probably could summon his Keyblade, but it wouldn't do him much good to swing it around uselessly. Xehanort really did know what he was doing at least.

Which was bad for Sora. There wasn't any loose ends to really grasp on. The gloved hands against his cheek made a shiver roll up his shoulders, arms jerking against the bonds.

"Mmhmph!" Was the huffed reply to that cute comment. Not that he really could remark, but biting at the gag in his mouth. Gloved hands moved lower and Sora reeled, both inwardly and externally as best he could. He really was helpless here. Xehanort had him right in his grasp, and he couldn't even fight back. Maybe it was that fact that Xehanort wouldn't let him fight fair. He knew he'd lose. Or maybe that was just what Sora wanted to believe.