in every corner

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[there's a scream from down this hallway as some poor soul is consumed by the shadows -- not Heartless, simply moving shadows. as the last dying gurgle escapes the writhing mass, a figure rises out of it slowly, darkness rolling and dripping off him like smoke and water. the figure is fully dressed in dark leather; heavy boots, pants, and a lovely leather jacket with a black wifebeater beneath it. he breathes the darkness in, out, a slow and dangerous smile making its way onto his face as he takes in the sight of the hallway. a hand goes to his pocket, a cigarette is pulled out and put to his lips, lit with a flick of his other hand. he runs that hand through his dark blue hair afterward, red eyes bright with malicious intent.]

Well now... didja miss me, dressing room?


(ooc: lolwat)

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[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[that brings him up short, and he can feel the hair on the back of his neck rising at the realization that he's somehow gotten way over his head. he can hear footsteps coming up behind him, and as much as he doesn't want the darkness behind him, he wants 'Kai' behind him even less. turning, he brings up his Keyblade and gets ready to attack- or defend, more likely]

What do you want?

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[oh please, that just makes things easier. tendrils escape the darkness behind Riku, their movements slow and almost loving as they reach out to caress him, a far cry from the aggressive attacking earlier.]

Nothing. You just have bad luck.

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[he knows he can't truly avoid that darkness, knowing who's controlling it now. still, he stiffens when he feels that gentle touch, leaning away from it.]

If you don't want anything, then leave me alone.

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

Let me rephrase; I don't want anything from you. You're just going to be the messenger.

[whoops, darkness tentacles wrapping around Riku's limbs, trying to pull them back so he's straightened out against the wall. if he doesn't cooperate, one will be around his neck as well.]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[are you crazy, of course he's going to struggle, and try to cut away at anything trying to grab him.]

So tell me the message, and I'll pass it on.

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[it'll just cause more to come at him!]

Nah, I'm more of a show and tell kind of guy.

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[he'll struggle until he feels one slip around his neck, hand clenching around the hilt of his Keyblade reflexively.]

Good for you. I'm not, so why don't we pretend none of this ever happened?

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

Where's the fun in that?

[what kind of shirt is Riku wearing? it doesn't really matter, because it's going to be removed, but hey, it's good to know.]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

I don't think I like your idea of fun.

[just a simple zip-up, black sleeveless vest. right now he's wishing he could see what was going on something fierce. even more, he wishes he could open a portal just to get out of this mess.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

That's just too bad, isn't it?

[he doesn't need to see to feel that vest being unzipped~.]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[his eyes narrow and he frowns at that, shifting uneasily]

And I'd prefer to keep my clothes on.

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't worry, they're not going anywhere.

[he's just pushing the front parts of the vest to the sides so he has a nice, open canvas. :>]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[his thoughts immediately go to what he'd said earlier, about how he was going to leave a message. it makes him try to pull away from that touch, his heart beating faster.]

Don't do it.

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

Give me a reason not to.

[He's pulling a switchblade from his pocket now, tapping it against Riku's chest.]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[he can't help but flinch from the touch.]

I hardly even know the people you're trying to send a message to. Why would they care?

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[He scoffs, trailing the blade down the middle of Riku's torso.]

You could be a complete stranger to them and it would still have enough of a reaction. After all, it's not about you, it's about your message to them. I'll be leaving you somewhere you're sure to be seen.

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[he swallows hard, trying to suck in his breath to avoid the blade.]

Please. I don't want Kairi to see something like that.

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

That's too bad.

[He's just going to... jam the knife into Riku, somewhere non-vital.]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[that gets a startled scream, quickly cut off. he doesn't want to give him the satisfaction.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

Oh, now don't do that.

[he twists the knife harshly before pulling it back out.]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[he can't help but cry out at that, his muscles straining as he tries to get away, to press his hands to the wound, anything. dark blood wells up to quickly run down his side, soaking into his pants and staining them.]

S-stop!

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

No.

[he digs his thumb into the wound for a moment, smearing the blood on it over Riku's bottom lip, quick enough to draw away before any biting may happen. now comes the fun part; the carving. compared to the previous wound, this is done almost gently, the cuts not deep enough to leave any lasting scars, just enough to make the letters clear.]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[he flinches back hard at the unexpected touch to his lip, gagging on the taste. it still hurts even if 'Kai' is being gentle, and the stab wound feels as though it's throbbing with pain, making tears spring to his eyes.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[though he's being gentle, he's also being fairly slow to make sure the words are nice and clear. they're short words, but they're large~.]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't even remember when his Keyblade disappeared, but he tries to call it again now. there's a shine in the air and it looks like it almost appears, but fades away abruptly when the knife cuts into him again, and he doesn't even feel it when the tears start running down his face.]