Possession

By Katca Mcadar

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the lyrics used; I do however own this, (my first slash story,) and Sora's necklace. This story's rating has only one way to go, up. Please don't read if stories involving young children, (in the beginning,) unsettles you. Enjoy. All Flames welcome, I like to laugh at them!

Dedicated to fellow Slash & Yaoi lovers Vikki, Sarah and Dee!

'Why can't you see that you are my child?

Why don't you know that you are my mind?

Tell everyone in the world that I'm you.

Take this promise to the end of you.'

System Of a Down 'Forest'

Chapter One

Clearwater Elementary was a normal elementary school, (on a particularly beautiful set of islands,) filled with all different types of kids. Like any elementary school, each year new kindergarten kids would start. Usually by the first grade the children would be settled, having made friends and become used to school life, not however Riku Jenova. Riku was a very gifted, beautiful but unusual child. Advanced intellectually, the only reason he was still in third grade was in accordance with his dying mothers wishes for him to have a 'normal childhood'. His father Sephiroth had kept this promise grudgingly. With his mother gone, Riku could feel his fathers sense of relief, at times he even thought he had something to do with his mothers death. Sephiroth had always told Riku that his mother was 'very sick' and 'dying', (obviously to soften the inevitable blow.) The night she passed away, Riku had heard her scream in pain from his bed, then splutter out, "Please let him have a normal childhood, at least if I have to go! Please!" Sephiroth had replied, "Granted. Character building will be good for him." Sephiroth had sounded so cold. Riku heard a final scream and the thump of dead weight. The little five-year-old boy had rushed out of his bed to his parent's room, before he could open the door; his father exited and swiftly closed the door. He then looked down at his beloved and only son and scooping him up into his arms said, "Don't go in there Riku, your mother is dead, I don't want you to see." Riku cried softly as his father stoked his head and back, rocking him softly. Riku could have sworn he smelt blood but the memory was overshadowed by grief. Even if he were extremely gifted the young child would never blame his father, since Sephiroth was now his only parent and also grief seems to erase the most poignant of memories. And so Riku remained at school.

Riku looked a lot like his father; he inherited his elder's brilliant turquoise eyes, his pale, flawless skin and his rare, beautiful straight silver hair, that was as soft as silk to the touch. It was also obvious that he would gain his fathers build; Sephiroth was the epitome of full-grown beauty, whilst Riku was the epitome of childhood beauty. When he had first started Clearwater, many of his peers, enthralled by his prettiness had tried, (and failed miserably,) to befriend him. The other children were of no interest to Riku, they did didn't enchant him; he merely saw them as an annoyance. Many times had his desperate teacher tried to contact Sephiroth over his sons anti-social streak, when she finally got through to him however Sephiroth dismissed it saying, "If my son finds no one here worthy of his attention then that is up to him. Allow him to do as he pleases." She never called again. No one questioned him; Sephiroth Jenova was rich, powerful and influential, one not to be crossed.

Riku knew in his mind all of the teachers in this school had no more to teach him, they knew it too, so just kept him happy by allocating him advance reading material, (though it was never enough for Riku.) Every break and lunchtime Riku would climb the highest tree in the school grounds, and sit and watch, shaded by the foliage. He would contemplate life, (putting many of our times great thinkers to shame,) and occasionally glance below at the other children. Today was no different, apart from one thing; new kindergartens were having their first lunch play. Riku's eyes wondered over the smaller children lazily, he remembered his first day and how his mother had held his hand saying, "You can learn more then you already know, but not here, first you must complete these mandatory years because…I want you to, my son." She at this time knew her son was gifted, but wanted her to have a normal child's experiences. Some children were beginning to play, getting to know each other and laughing happily. Riku cocked his head. "How asinine." He thought. He inhaled deeply, how he longed for Universities and proper libraries, not the juvenile one contained within the school. Riku inadvertently glanced down and let his eyes stop suddenly, something or rather someone had attracted his attention. It was a tiny kindergarten boy. The boy had a small form, lightly tanned all over and his face was the most angelic face Riku believed he had ever seen. The face was heart shaped and graced by the biggest, sapphire blue of eyes. The boys hair was cinnamon coloured and jaunted out at odd angles, however it adorned his hair perfectly. Riku smiled, reminded for a moment of angels painted in the Vatican, he jumped down swiftly from his tree, he wanted this boy…

Sora Rosen was having fun! When his Mom had first left him at this school, he had cried sooo much, making his Mom in turn cry. Suddenly though there were other kids…who liked him…who he liked…who played with him! This was the best thing ever! He had so many friends! His older, older brother Cloud had been right, school is a good thing! Sora spun round, in the middle of a game of tag, he ran forward blindly and bumped into someone. Everyone around him gasped, he had just bumped into someone who looked very beautiful, but very mean. Sora stumbled and fell down, "Owwww." he groaned, a hand was thrust in his direction. Sora looked up and blinked the sun out of his eyes. He could make out a 'big kid', (probably a boy,) with shoulder length silver hair, (?) and turquoise eyes which glittered dangerously. Sora looked uncertainly at the hand, which decided to wait no longer and grabbed his hand off of the floor and pulled him to his feet. The other kindergartens looked on apprehensively, 'bigger kids' than them usually meant trouble. "Wow he's strong!" Thought Sora nervously. "Hm…soft hand." Thought Riku, he reluctantly let go. Sora brushed himself down, he then looked up at the boy and smiled sheepishly, Riku found this incredibly endearing. "Er…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" Sora was cut off, "What's your name?" Said the older boy. Riku loved Sora's voice, it was just as angelic and innocent as he'd imagined. Sora tilted his head to the left, then smiled. He was going to make a new friend! "My names Sora Rosen! Do you wanna be my friend? Play with us! Please!!" Sora clasped his hands together, in mock begging. Riku's lip curled into a small sneer, his lips then slowly turned into a malicious smile. Sora looked inquisitively at him. Was this boy angry or happy with him? Riku took a step towards the smaller boy, Sora giggled uncertainly. "My name is Riku Jenova and you Sora are going to be my friend and mine alone." Riku quickly grabbed Sora's bare arm and yanked him away from the group of young children. Sora gave a frightened squeak, "Hey dontcha wanna play with the others!" Slightly angry now Sora pulled against Riku's grip, which tightened un-relentlessly. "No, little one, your not allowed to be friends with the others just me." Riku's tone was cold and condescending. His father had always taught him that if he wanted something, he should take it forcefully and without remorse or uncertainty.

He wanted Sora to be his and his alone. Riku had never had a friend before, but Sora had held his attention for more than two minutes. This boy was obviously worth it. "You're hurting me Riku!" Sora started to cry as Riku dragged him away from his group of friends. A few of the children started towards Riku, who immediately stopped them with an icy, deadly glare, so they called for a teacher, "Miss. Dove! Miss. Dove! That mean boy is hurting Sora and taking him away! He say's Sora can't be friends with us anymore!" Miss. Dove surveyed the kindergartens, then looked fearfully at the retreating Riku, roughly dragging Sora with him. Riku shot her a knowing smirk; Sephiroth's chilling words echoed through her mind, "Allow him to do as he pleases." Miss. Dove shook her head sadly, "Children, Riku is allowed to do what he wants, leave him alone…okay?" She gave a false smile. The children didn't understand her, but they eventually began to continue playing their game.

Riku had arrived at his tress. Sora still struggled against him. Hm Sora. Riku knew Japanese kanji, so he knew that Sora's name meant 'sky'. He smiled, a beautiful name for a beautiful boy with blue eyes. "Sora stop struggling." Riku said in monotone. "NO!" shouted Sora hotly, tears running freely down his cheeks. Riku frowned. If Sora wasn't going to do as he wanted, things could prove to be difficult. Riku thought about his options. He wanted Sora to go up the tree. Sora wasn't being co-operative. Riku spoke in a low voice, "Sora, I don't want to hurt you…" "You already are!" yelled Sora. Riku didn't relinquish his grip, Sora cried harder and slumped a little. Riku suddenly became fascinated with Sora's pearly tears, this boy really cried a lot. He moved his hand to Sora's soft cheek to catch the tears with his fingers. Like Sora's hand and arm, the skin on his cheek was just as soft. Riku smiled. "I could hurt your classmates…" Sora started to give gasping sobs. "Five year olds are so illogical." Thought Riku bemusedly. He curled his hand that was currently on Sora's cheek into a fist and bought a swift punch to Sora's slightly pudgey stomach. Sora slumped to the ground completely, groaning and hiccoughing. Riku looked down concernedly and tenderly hoisted the immobile youngster over his shoulder. He then began to climb the tree. The kids of the school knew better to bother Riku Jenova, son of one of the most powerful men in the world.

Riku noted how light and warm Sora felt on his shoulder; he easily reached his perch, sat down and leant Sora against an adjoining branch. Riku knew it would be a while before Sora was co-hertly aware. Riku had been trained in most all fighting styles, so he knew how to qualm rebellious streaks with pain. Another thing taught to him by his father. While Sora's eyes continued to flutter and his facial features contort with pain, Riku merely watched. He watched every slight, (graceful to his eyes,) movement, every flash of his throat as he breathed, every muscle shift and every strand of hair the wind blew. "I like you Sora, I'm glad you're my friend." Riku breathed out happily. Sora was too far out of it to hear. Riku smiled, this wasn't so bad! He did hope however that Sora would do as he was told in future…Riku frowned slightly, he probably wouldn't, no matter. Sora came to after ten minutes, clutching his stomach, he glared at Riku, "I don't like you." Riku grinned, "You'll learn to like me." Sora snorted distastefully, then went to move, not realizing where he was. Riku awaited his somewhat irrational reaction, three…two…one…"Why am I in a tree? I'm scared of heights…I want my Mommy!" Then Sora began to cry…again. Riku chuckled, he thought Sora very sweet. Riku reached forward and grabbed Sora towards him and began to hug and comfort him. Sora shook uncontrollably. "Sooora," Riku cooed, then in a soothing voice he said, "It's alright I'll help you down…but you'll have to get used to it, as this is where you'll have to go every…(then in a sneering voice,) 'playtime'. I'll carry you up each time."

Sora didn't know what to do. His carefree happy nature didn't know how to handle a situation like this. Sora's naivety and innocence would be his downfall. He tried to push Riku away, but he wouldn't budge. Sora coughed pathetically, Riku continued, "Calm down little Sora. Tonight as its Friday, you're going to sleep around my house. My Father will definitely allow this, but you have to make your Mother say yes. If you don't do what I want, I'll have to hurt you again, alright? Nod your head if you understand." Sora clutched his still pained stomach and whined; at this an agitated Riku grabbed Sora's soft hair and forced Sora to look at him. Sora averted his eyes, but when a pale hand clamped around his chin, forcing him to make eye contact, Sora nodded fearfully. Riku pleased at this began to stroke Sora's soft hair. "Good boy." Sora stared into Riku's turquoise depths, knowing if he looked away he might get hurt. Riku smiled smugly, he was glad he knew psychology; it would help with controlling his little Sora. "One more thing Sora, if you ever talk to anybody in this school, excluding the teachers, I'll do something distaste…'bad' to your family. Don't test me, if you talk to anyone I'll know." Riku growled the last bit of his threat. Sora quivered in fear, hating Riku holding him, hating his words but most of all hating the fact that he would have to do what Riku wanted. This was the final straw for Sora, who closed his eyes and sobbed bitterly, Cloud was wrong� school is a very bad thing. Riku rocked Sora and inhaled the scent of his hair; this weekend was going to be fun…

To Be Continued

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Authors Note: I wasn't sure whether Sora being five and Riku being eight was a suitable age gap for later years, please let me know what you think. Also I know Sora cries a lot, but it is his first day of school and he sure is having a tough one! (I remember my first day of school…it was my birthday sigh) Thanks for reading this far…did I spell kindergarten, all those Americans if you reading let me know.