(Riku POV)
He stood silently in the shadows of his doorway of the seventy second floor of the destiny apartments, listening intently for the sound of his pursuer’s footsteps. After a few moments he heard the tentative footsteps in the hallway. He smiled gently to himself; it was almost funny that they thought they could catch him.
He Riku Kamicaza master assassin & thief. He had been at it for five years now and if Riku didn’t want to be caught then Riku wasn’t caught. It was as simple as that. He turned and slowly peeked around the corner.
“Damn” he cursed silently.
The destiny apartments were the perfect place for the poor seeking cheap homes, or the runaways seeking a hiding place. Now Riku was neither of these. He did not need to hide. Their isn’t anyone in the world who he was afraid of. No he lived here because it fit him. The darkness and loneliness matched what her felt in his soul. Unfortunately it is also old dirty and falling apart. The lights in this hallway had been smashed by the stupid kids from the seventy third floor and they had yet to be replaced. The wallpaper was cracked and peeling. The paint on the doors had long been worn away and there was what looked like a blood stain on the wall opposite him. Not a pretty place.
Riku squinted through the darkness trying to see the person walking slowly toward him. From the sound of the footsteps the person wasn’t very heavy maybe 110, 120 at the most. He sighed and ducked back into the doorway. Well whoever the person is he isn’t being very quiet.
It had started out as an easy job. The man had been old, his late sixties, he didn’t have any family left to deal with, and had not put up much of a fight. Then came the guards, all twenty of them. They had been Equipped with machine guns and bulletproof vests.
He had thought that he had gotten all of them but as he was walking up to his room he had heard the footsteps behind him. They followed him up the first sixty flights of stairs before he had gotten suspicious but then he had ducked into his doorway to wait for his pursuer to catch up. He slowly reached down to his pocket and pulled out his revolver. When the person caught up to him, he was going to be prepared.
(Sora POV)
Sora wakabi smiled to himself as he walked along the dark hallway to his new room. He glanced quickly at the piece of paper in his hands, 792XZ. He squinted at the faded letters on the door to his right. 784XZ. He sighed and continued walking, 786, 788, 790
He smiled again, he considered himself very lucky today. His parents had died in a car accident on his twelfth birthday, four years ago next week. From there he had then been sent to an orphanage. He hadn’t stayed their very long before he had been adopted. His adopted father, Ansem, had started abusing him not long after they had arrived at their new home. Over the next six months he had been beaten almost daily. He had been forced to stay in the house at all times and was only allowed out at night.
Then one night Ansem had come had come home drunk & had attempted to rape him. He had only gotten away by hitting Ansem over the head with a candlestick that was lying nearby. He had run away that night and had spent the next three and a half years traveling around living in abandoned houses and wherever else he could break into. He had survived simply by relying on his charms for someone like him begging on corners actually paid off. He would just smile and bat his eyelashes over his big bright sapphire blue eyes and people would hand him money.
He had learned by now that you could get food and temporary shelter just by using his many charms. People had always been drawn to him. Even as a small child he had had more friends then anyone on his old island home. The kids had always wanted to come over to his house. One would think that this would have made his stuck up and rude, but it never did. He was always nice to everyone. He didn’t know how to be mean. He had always put others before himself. It was just his nature.
Of course there had been many men who where willing to give him anything he wanted but the price was one he was not willing to give. The men that came too him had wanted sex for their gifts, but he had always refused. He wanted his first time to be with someone who he really loved & who loved him back. He had always been a romanticist at heart. He just wanted love. That was if he ever found someone to love him. Lately he had been seriously doubting the idea.
He had met Sid, the owner of this place, earlier that day when he had tried stealing a box of bread from a local bakery. He hadn’t had enough money to buy anything that day. Sid had been buying donuts and had seen Sora sneaking out with the box when he went to get in his car. When he had gotten caught instead of being sent to jail like he had thought, the man had offered him a room at the destiny apartments free of charge. When Sora had asked “why” the only reply he had gotten was “I was there once.”
(Riku POV)
Riku rolled his eyes. God this kid was taking ages to walk up the damned hall. Finally after what seemed like ages the person came within viewing range and Riku stepped out from the shadows.
(Sora’s POV again)
Sora jumped and yelled out as someone stepped out in front of him. He then looked up into the eyes of the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life.
To be continued…
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