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Who: Sora

dorkyhero and Ansem

tenebreus
Where The topfloor staircase
When: December 8, after
Rating: G for now.
Summary: Sora's feeling dizzy, so Ansem brings him warm milk (oh god).
the Story:

Sora felt like he was going to pass out right then and there. Leaning against the wall near the staircase, he let out a sigh. It was almost like the times during the beginning of his journeys when he would fight the Heartless. But with time, he got stronger.

Ever since then, Sora couldn't stand being weak.

But, sometimes you just had to suck it up and wait for things to boil over. So that's exactly what he did. Kinda.

Bringing his legs closer to his chest, he rested his chin on his knees and clutched the wooden stick he had found lying under his bed. For protection, of course. Because you never really knew when it came to Ansem. Looking up at the wall, he noticed some graffiti and narrowed his eyes, trying to make out what it was before his vision blurred over again. "S--x <3 Vex--" was all he could make out.

Shaking his head, he let his eyes close for a few seconds and let out a long sigh.

"Uuugh," was all he could manage out.

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Ansem was feeling quite ill, but not quite as ill as he supposed the keyblade master was feeling, if his writing was any indication of how ill the boy was feeling.

Oddly enough, the boy was the only person he had heard of all day, which was peculiar to him, he couldn't figure out why many people had simply...vanished, especially his other. That made him nervous, even worried a bit. His other had practically disappeared, which worried him.

in his hand was a glass of warm milk, which made him feel oddly maternal, for no particular reason, and for a moment, he wondered why he was doing this, when he remembered that it was Sora, and the young boy was rather...

He shook his head and smirked, ascending the stairs slowly, silently. Then he opened the door, momentarily noticing the permanant fixture of "Saix <3 Vexen", and he chuckled softly.

Sora sighed and rested his head against the the wall near the staircase. He let out a weak cough before rubbing at his nose.

Without opening his eyes, he sniffed the air. "Mmm, warm milk," he said with a smile. Not that warm milk really had a scent. But if it did, Sora could smell it.

Opening his eyes, he noticed Ansem. "Er... hey."

Ansem smirked, and handed the child the cup, leaning against the wall cooly, attempting to not make the boy feel uncomfortable at the moment.

He was certain he could make the boy uncomfortable with a simple act. However, he expected it would be in his interest to not make the boy uncomfortable.

Sora held his stick closer to him as he took the cup, gripping at it weakly. "Thanks," he muttered.

This was certainly awkward. This was, what? The first time he had actually come face-to-face with Ansem since their encounter with Kingdom Hearts?

Pretty much.

Sipping delicately at the warm milk, Sora started to feel a bit better. Coughing weakly, he let his head drop against the wall again.

Ansem eyed the stick, and smirked to the boy. "Protecting yourself against something?" he questioned, lifting an eyebrow at the boy.

Sure, it was awkward, but Ansem lived for awkward moments, as they made his situation all the more enjoyable, watching people squirm uncomfortably.

"Yup," Sora said tiredly. He lifted his arm and rubbed at his temples, but that took a lot out of him. He smiled up at Ansem to prove that he wasn't uncomfortable even though he was. Just a little bit, at least.

But only because it was awkward. That and he got baaaad vibes from Ansem. You would too if he took over your best friend's body.

Ansem smirked, and leered down at the boy, ignoring his headache for now. "From me?" he questioned simply, a toothy grin flashing down at the boy.

Sure, he had taken over Riku's body, but what was wrong with that? It was all in pursuit of getting what he needed. The child just had no concept of doing what was needed to achieve a goal

"Maybe," Sora said, flashing Ansem his best tired smile. If he learned one thing from his "travels", it was to never show the enemy your weakness. He was still bad at it, but hey, at least it was there.

That's because Sora's a good person.

Ansem chuckled, and shook his head. "That's a yes," he purred simply, shaking his head.

He would be more interested in perhaps making the boy miserable if it weren't for the headache that plagued him.

In this state, he was actually being nice, if only to make the boy more weary.

"I didn't say a word," Sora said, grabbing his glass. Taking a few more sips, his throat gladly accepted the warm liquid. It warmed his body up to the toes, which only served to make him sleepier.

But there was no way he was going to fall asleep here. Not. At. All.

And with that decided, his eyes closed for a few seconds.

Ansem lifted an eyebrow, and smirked at the boy, shaking his head.

Smirking down at the boy, he wondered how far he could get before the boy would wake up and scream in protest.

Probably not far, at least for the moment.

Wincing at his headache, he collapsed next to the keyblade master, holding his head in his hands.

Sora's eyes shot open and he looked around wildly before noticing that Ansem had collapsed and was now holding his head.

"Huh? What--what happened?" he asked, eyes practically drooping closed.

Ansem looked over through a slitted eye, and frowned.

"Nothing," he growled, wincing.

Sora frowned a bit. "Sure," he said before picking up his glass and thrusting it at Ansem.

"Drink it. It helps," he commanded, rubbing at his eyes with the other hand. The dizziness took over, but he stayed strong.

And he didn't actually know if he'd drink the rest of his milk if Ansem drank it, but it was better to give than to...not give or something like that.

Ansem looked at it, and then shook his head. "It won't help," he stated simply, waving a hand.

"Its a mental thing, you know," he said matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow at the boy. "Things like warm milk are all mentality," he said simply, shaking his head.

"I simply can't believe that it would work," he shook his head.

"Well... shut up. You shake your head too much," Sora muttered, hugging his milk close to him. Can't say he didn't try.

Finishing off his milk, Sora put the glass aside and fought to stay awake. At least the dizziness was subsiding. Kinda. "Feel any better?" he asked with a yawn.

Ansem smirked, and shook his head. "Of course not, if I were, I would probably be doing something...else," he mentioned simply. "If I could think clearly, anyways," he growled.

Then he blinked. "You?" he asked.

Sora blinked. "Take deep breaths or something. Medidate? I dunno." He almost asked what those 'other things' were, but something told him not to.

"I'm fine. Just tired," Sora answered simply.

Of course, his other things would include harrassing Saix, plotting with his other, and perhaps some scientific theory, or finding a little one to 'play' with.

Hn, "tired?" he questioned. "It just hurts for me," he admitted simply.

It was no use to deny it...this mansion...it was more powerful than even him, and it was frustrating.

But Sora didn't need to know any of that.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but I probably wouldn't mean it," Sora said groggily as another wave of dizziness came over him. He felt like he was going to pass out.

And for once, he was almost afraid of the mansion.

Ansem chuckled. "Well at least you're honest," he purred, shaking his head.

"Honesty is the best policy, right?" Sora asked with a small smile, yawning a bit. Even that took away most of his energy.

Ansem chuckled softly. "I suppose," he said simply, shrugging.

"So," Sora started, letting his head fall back against the wall. IF he closed his eyes and kept talking, then maybe he could rest his eyes and NOT pas out.

"This is awkward," he decided to say, letting his eyes drift closed. He struggled to hold on to consciousness.

Ansem chuckled. "Is it?" he questioned, tipping his head back.

Things like awkwardness did not really affect him anymore...he seemed to simply dodge those sorts of feelings altogether.

"Yeah, it is," Sora answered with a sigh. "How is it not awkward?" He lifted his head a bit and another wave hit him, forcing him to rest his head against the wall again.

Ansem shrugged. "I suppose it depends on how comfortable you are," he purred simply, shrugging. "I, for one, am not uncomfortable at all," he said simply.

"Yeah, well that's because you're weird," Sora mumbled, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Oh god my head."

Ansem chuckled. "Only to humans," he purred with a smirk. He always thought of himself as quite...superior but still somewhat normal...for a heartless.

Sora shook his head a bit and closed his eyes, trying to keep the dizziness down. "I want to take a nap, but I don't trust you," he said bluntly.

Ansem laughed. "Why not?" he questioned simply, smirking over at the boy.

"Why do you think?" Sora asked, narrowing his eyes tiredly at Ansem.

"Because I happened to try and achieve Kingdom Hearts?" he questioned innocently. Actually, he never understood Sora's vehement opposition to his goals.

Afteral, he just really wanted to know.

"No, because you destroyed worlds and homes because of it. Then you used Riku's body as some... vessel* and then you tried to use the Princesses of Heart to open the freaking door." Sora sighed. "I don't call that nice."

His eyes rolled to the back of his head before he managed to shake himself awake.

[ooc: * = OR SEX TOY]

Ansem chuckled, and shrugged slowly. "Riku wasn't hurt," he said chuckling, shaking his head. Certainly, a normal human may have found Ansem's previous actions bad...but he didn't. It was a means to an end, and sometimes sacrifices had to be made...

Even lives...

Sora sighed. "Yeah, but he came out all mentally scarred and stuff." Resting his forehead on his knees, he closed his eyes.

"Well, whatever. I wouldn't take any of that back for the world, I guess..."

Ansem shrugged a bit. "He was still your friend, non?" Ansem questioned, tipping his head.

"There, you see?" he questioned.

"Well... I dunno. I still don't trust you." Sora sighed again. "No offense or anything."

He groaned a bit when his head started throbbing. He could barely even lift it because it felt so heavy.

Ansem chuckled, and winced a bit at the pain in his own head. "I don't blame you, honestly," he said simply.

Although he wasn't evil...just...

well, he was rather crazy.

"Well, I can't blame you for being evil. You are a Heartless, after all." Sora laughed a bit and then winced.

"I wanna sleep."

Ansem blinked. "I'm hardly evil, for that needs an intention of malice," he said simply.

"Then go sleep," he said simply.

"Fine, you're creepy. You can be creepy without being... mean or whatever word you just said," Sora muttered.

He paused, tilting his head to the side so he could look at Ansem. "I don't want to," he said simply.

Ansem smirked to the boy. "Am I?" he questioned, not really questioning. He supposed a human could think of him as creepy.

"Because I'm here?" he questioned.

Sora nodded weakly. "Yeah, you've got this air of creepiness around you."

Sora sighed. "Yeah, well..." He sighed again and his eyes fluttered closed.

Ansem smirked. "I suppose," he said simply, and hoisted himself up, towering over the sitting boy.

"Then perhaps I'll simply leave you," he said simply, smirking down at him.

He would have plenty of opportunity to...play...with the boy later.

Sora stirred a bit, eyes fluttering slightly. It wasn't long before he had passed out, his breathing pattern even.

However, one of his hands continued to hold on to that pathetic excuse for a self-defense weapon. Well, at least it was something.

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