Title. Give Me Up
Part. prelude
Part title. Behind the Door
Authour. ~sushisama~ (sushivice@netscape.net)
Warnings. Mentions of het(*shudders*) relationships.  Will be between Riku and Sora eventually.
Disclaimer. Kingdom Hearts and any of its characters are copyrighted to Squaresoft and Disney.
Notes. AU Kingdom Hearts fic.  Yaya.  I felt like doing a medieval like fic.  Damn Amtgard.  It taints me, it really does.  But, yes, anyway.  In this fic, Riku is the youngest son of a dying king.  The eldest is Ansem.  Yes, Ansem is Riku's brother.  Because I felt like it.  Go me.  It may be awhile before any real yaoi starts, but, as always, it's well worth the wait.  Squee.  ^_^

/ / = thoughts     [ ] = dreams     ( ) = flashbacks
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            Riku dried himself off after a wonderful dip in the palace's built-in hot springs.  Whoever had chosen to put the castle over such hot waters was wise indeed.  The castle had its relaxing baths, it was never cold during their winters(which could get pretty cold), and was just very comfortable to line in in general.
            The castle was in the middle of a small remote island called Destiny.  It was a little-known kingdom that had had no squabbles with any other land.  Not like anyone wanted them, anyway.  On the outside, they had little to nothing for crops and manufactured goods, but they were very well trained military-wise, the kingdom always led by very highly talented leaders.
            Their current king lay dying in his bed, his two sons the only hope for the island.  The crown was to go to his eldest, the prince Ansem.  To his youngest, Riku, went the army.
            But taking over for the army was the last thing on Riku's mind as he toweled himself off.  He tussled his silvery locks with a fluffy towel, his mind full of thoughts for his future.  The future he would have, away from this island.
            Riku had a hatred for the island since birth.  He felt his worst fear on the isle: being caged.  He could only move so much before he came against some sort of barrier.
            Every morning and ever night, the first and last thought in his head were curses to his family name.  Because he was royalty, he was their prince: he had a duty to them.  To be there to lead them though times of war(as few as it was) was his god-given right.  A right he never wanted.  One he'd give up gladly.
            Riku did mean to leave.  He wanted nothing else to do with Destiny Island and his crown.  He wanted to explore other worlds, and would be soon doing as such.  He had his little ship ready to sail for that very night.

The young adult had yet to mention it to his father that he wanted to leave.  He had the same willingness as the kind, as the elder very well knew, and would make sure that he would not be allowed to leave the castle without close surveillance.  So telling him was out.
            He had spoken to his two main advisors on the subject quite often.  The Defense advisor, Goofy, had everything under control, as well as hid magical counterpart, Donald.  He felt strangely confident in leaving the two to the jobs, though outwardly the two seemed like a pair of idiots.
            He had only on thing left to collect: his betrothed, the woman he loved above all else.  Kairi.  When he first met her was when his father had told him of his engagement to the red-headed child.  He assumed he would hate he because it was an arranged marriage, but he found that it was not all that hard to love her.
            What always confused him, though, was that he was to be wed, though it was not so for his brother.
            He shrugged the question off as he quickly dressed, hurrying down the halls, to the spiral stairs, to his room.  He stayed in the hot springs for a good two hours every day after the sunset.  But he was so excited that he couldn't ever go an hour before jumping out.
            He couldn't wait to tell Kairi the good news.
            Riku had only one more corner to turn to his chambers, leading him past Kairi's room, where he stopped, hearing soft murmurs and voices.  He raised his eyebrow, feeling a strange, almost ominous feeling coming from his love's room.  He put his ear against the thick wood, listening to the hushed whispers grow into even louder pants and moans.
            His face paled as he heard what sounded like his brother's voice whispering his love's name.  He tried the door: it was unlocked.  Very quietly, he opened the door and stepped in, only to stop within a few steps of the door, his mouth hanging agape, his eyes wide with shock.
            Kairi was atop of Ansem, riding him while the older silver-haired teen clung to her thin waist.  Her head was thrown back in the passion, her eyes closed, not even noticing Riku.  Ansem, on the other hand, turned to see his brother walk in, but made no move to stop his action.  Instead, he only picked up the pace, bringing Kairi closer.  He eyed his brother with his light-blue eyes, grinning, and seemed to mouth the word 'mine' to his little sibling, just as Kairi screamed at her climax.
            The red-headed girl landed on top of Ansem's chest, breathing deeply, her eyes still closed.  It was when the door closed that she finally looked up and saw her fiancé in the door way.
            "Ri... riku..." she whispered, her voice still husky.  "It... this isn't..."
            Riku said nothing, but just stared at the two people he had trusted above all else.  He felt his world crash around him, on the one day that was to be the best in his life.  The need to leave the island had never been this strong before.
            "I..." the young prince began, his voice suddenly low and scratched, as if it was parched.  He coughed, and began again, "I was going to tell you... about the ship, it's finished.  I'm going to be leaving.  Tonight."  His voice suddenly picked up on a very angry note.  "I guess you won't be coming with me, then."
            With that, he turned and left.