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Candace ([personal profile] candyfloss) wrote in [community profile] thisisyourstory2010-05-03 02:18 pm

[fic] Pity

Title: Pity
Author: [personal profile] candyfloss
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Jasmine, Riku
Rating: PG
Type: Drabble
Summary: Jasmine feels nothing but pity for her captor.



Jasmine shivered. She didn't know how, or when, but her surroundings had changed from the Cave of Wonders to this... dungeon? No place like this existed in Agrabah, that was for certain. It was cold, and silent, lifeless and lightless. The darkness, darkness she could instinctively feel, it crept along her skin, curling around her, emanating from the presence behind her. Her hands were bound at her wrists to stop her struggling, even though she wanted to do nothing but bolt.

The presence shoved her forwards, and there was a boy's voice. “Keep walking.”

She tried to look over her shoulder, but she only got another shove for her efforts, rougher this time. Who was he? There were many boy-servants in the palace, but she didn't recognise the voice. And where was this? Surely it had something to do with Jafar, and that evil woman...

She tried to think of Aladdin's bright-eyed smile, but it was hard, right now. Silently, she prayed he and his friends had escaped unscathed.

“Why are you doing this?”

The boy – that was what he had to be, unless he was a monster of the darkness that could speak – didn't break step. “So I can find someone.”

“Who?”

“Someone special to me.”

Jasmine stopped and turned. She wasn't afraid of disobeying him; she was the Princess of Agrabah! “Then please, let me help you find them. You don't have to do this.”

He glared, but it lost some of its effect, as she was a little taller than him. It was hard to see in the darkness of the tunnel, or corridor, or wherever this place was, but he had unusual clothes, and hair like unpolished silver. Light jade eyes were hard and distant, offset by a round, pale face – making him, she realised with a jolt, very young. Perhaps the same age as her, or even younger.

“You will help me find her,” said the boy, and his face, a face that could have been handsome, twisted into a sneer. “You just don't know it yet. Turn around and keep walking.”

“I feel sorry for you,” she said. “That you have to rely on these evil people.”

“Shut up!” There was a flash and a crackle of darkness, and something sharp pricked her throat, forcing her head back. It was a swordpoint, she realised from the corner of her eye, the blade shaped to look like a dragon's wing. She'd never seen anything like it, not even amongst the ornamental blades of the palace armoury. “Get moving, now. Maleficent's expecting us. If you don't, I'll feed you to the Heartless.”

She couldn't stop her heart pounding, even though she knew he wasn't going to hurt her. He needed her, that witch needed her. Raising her chin defiantly, she turned and continued to walk, deeper and deeper into the darkness.

Truly, she pitied him.

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