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[THREAD] [DILAN AND ANSEM]

Who: Dilan (

envelopingebony) (plus whoever else wishes to join in, which at the moment includes Midna and Judas)
What: Dilan offers himself up as a sacrificial lamb to Ansem in a very desperate attempt to get him to leave Riku alone, because he is incredibly retarded.
When: Right now. (After this.)
Where: Outside of the castle.
Rating: PG-13. Maybe R for language, since Dilan's pissed.

It felt a little unreal.

He'd left his sword behind in his room. He didn't want to be tempted to fight back at the last second.

He wasn't even entirely sure why he was going. It wasn't like he knew this Riku kid. Besides, he was a friend of Sora's, and Sora pretty much hated him out of blind prejudice.

And yet he was going.

Deep down, he knew Ansem would never keep a promise. Ansem would take his heart and rip him to pieces, and then go right after Riku.

Dilan was really counting on what would happen after his heart was gone.

If his colleagues were right.. if he had the strength to hang on, he'd become a Nobody.

And then he would really kill Ansem.

Minutes later found him pushing through the castle's doors and walking out into the cool night air.

Distantly, he wondered if it hurt to have your heart taken.

Probably.

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Ansem smirked, rather pleased with himself. The pet had arrived, and he was getting a meal out of this. While he was able to resist the blinding need for a heart, he still enjoyed the feeling of power that he got from the assimilation of a heart.

It pleased him.

Chuckling, he neared the object of his desire right now.

The silly, pathetic, moral being who was so blindly disgusted with him that he instantly hated him from the start.

Not that he minded, he really didn't, it was a part of being a heartless, they all hated heartless.

Ah, but they chose to hate him without knowing that he was far superior to the others.

By far.

He hadn't waited by the doors. He'd kept going, too restless to stay still, though he did not go far.

He knew Ansem was behind him. He heard the doors. But he did not turn around until the last second.

"Ansem," he said quietly. He turned up his hands, showing bare palms; his way of signaling he was unarmed.

"I hope you remember your promise," he said, the ghost of a smile on his face. "About Riku. If you break it, I will come back from the grave to haunt you."

He meant it.

Ansem smirked, and nodded.

"Of course, you do realize that if you don't make it into a nobody, you will be completely under my control, right?" he purred, chuckling softly. Of course, regardless if he was a nobody, a portion of this man would be under his control.

"Your anger literally tugs at my hunger," he purred, leaning in close to practically breathe in the man's air, body aligning with him slightly.

He could smell it, taste it, feel it, it was delicious.

It was pulling at him, but the fear that this man was feeling was even more delicious, and he would prolong this feeling for quite a while...

Just to enhance it.

Dilan was silent, his face dark. "Hn." He knew. Didn't really want to admit it to himself, but he knew.

As much as he loathed the thought of his heart being under Ansem's control...

Riku.

Why the hell do I care.

He gave a start when Ansem leaned in close. Obvious disgust crossed his face, and he took a step back.

And then another.

"You're disgusting," he snarled. "Get it over with, if you're going to do it. Draw it out and I make no guaruntees about not attempting to rip your face off."

The fear. He didn't really understand it, himself. He was not afraid of dying. Somewhat to his own surprise, he was not afraid of losing his heart.

He was afraid of what Ansem would do to everyone else. The thought of Ansem sinking his filthy claws into anyone - anyone - made something in his chest clench, hot and sick and angry.

He decided to stop questioning it. Clenching his jaw, he lifted a brow at Ansem in silent question.

Ansem chuckled. "Am I so disgusting for merely following my nature?" he questioned simply, leaning in and inhaling again, enjoying that irrational fear, whether the man wanted to acknowledge it or not.

He enjoyed it.

"Do you know what it feels like to fall into darkness?" he questioned, chuckling. "If you retain your memories from before, would you be so kind as to inform me of the process?" he questioned, giving him a slitted eyed look that was practically lusty.

He couldn't help it. The thought of more knowledge, the thought of a heart, a real meal, it was all too much for the heartless to take.

It was like euphoria.

Judas flipped through the pages of his, as he dubbed it, community journal. More new people were flooding in and some old people were returning. A strange ordeal. The one entry that called for old friends sparked a little bit of interest. He felt funny since he could not remember his companions from either of his journies.

Angry scribbling caught his eyes. Dilan had issued a challenge someone, an enemy perhaps. Judas read over the string and nearly laughed out loud, forgetting he was in the library.

"What a fool you are, Dilan." He muttered as he shut his journal. "The word 'absolute slaughter' does not cross your mind at all."

His legs seemed to move by themselves when he stood up.

"I am a fool for doing this."

They led him out of the library.

Dilan? Midna's ears perked up. She turned around from the bookshelf she was in front of to see a man in a strange mask say something about "slaughter" and being a "fool" then get up and walk away.

He did say Dilan, didn't he? While watching the strange man she couldn't help but notice that he had a book just like she did, and he was looking at it when he was talking. She opened her own book and scanned it, looking for...well, for exactly what she didn't know.

A few pages back she saw Dilan's handwriting, and the mentioning to someone else about Ansem. Ansem. Upon further reading of the angry jumble of words by what looked to be three different people, she gleaned Dilan and Ansem were to meet outside, and that Dilan was going to do something he was definitely going to regret.

"No," she hissed under her breath. "You'll ruin everything." She shut her journal and tucked it back up in its usual spot under her helmet before hurrying out of the library.

Dilan stayed still this time. He couldn't help the shudder of revulsion that passed through him, being this physically close to Ansem, but at least this time he'd refuse to back away.

"No, Heartless," he said, with a calmness he didn't feel. "You're disgusting - wrong - for just existing."

Dilan felt tired, suddenly. So much had happened just since arriving. So much before. All the times working with Vexen on some experiment or hashing over a theory with Elaeus. Teaming up with Braig to play pranks on Ienzo. Talking long, long into the night with his friend and king.

Memories of Elise came back to him. Elise, rushing into his arms. Elise, crying. Sitting in a hospital bed, bandages around her face and blood in her hair, asking where her mother had gone.

And, of course - the slow descent into madness they'd all begun.

Dilan just felt tired.

"No," he said quietly. "Also no," he said, in almost off-hand reply to the second question.

He shut his eyes. The fear was gone. He knew, later, how much he would regret this. How much he'd hate himself for it - except he wouldn't be capable of hate, only remembering it.

He waited. Hands loose at his sides, head tilted slightly down. Relaxed. Ready.

Incredibly, incredibly stupid.

Ansem chuckled, and shook his head. "And yet you allow yourself to become one," he purred, extending a tongue to lick the human skin, feeling the heart tug towards him, and he savored it.

Delicious.

He did feel rather annoyed at the Man's refusal to help his knowledge. "Such an uncooperative little pet," he purred gently, letting a hand grasp his shoulder, before he let nails dig in rather solidly, and the scent of blood was enough to nearly drive him mad.

Golden eyes gleamed in the light, and seemed to glow in another sense, and Ansem felt his irrational side, the part of him that was surely a being of chaos take over, and he enjoyed it temporarily.

He hungered.

Judas felt his feet go faster as the entrance seemed farther than it was. He knew someone was following close behind but he ignored it. A strange sensation overcame him.

He stopped right in front of the door.

"Do you feel that?" he asked the stranger without turning around. "Utter darkness."

He held back a shudder. It was a different kind of darkness than the one he felt so many years ago, but it was still a terrible feeling. He almost didn't want to proceed, but he was stubborn and hated such cowardice.

Midna stopped behind the strange man in front of her. "Do people really think the darkness is that bad?" she asked.

She went around in front of him and turned to face him, then floated up to his eye level and grinned at him. "Are you afraid of it?"

Judas was surprised by the little imp's sudden appearance but did not show it.

"Darkness is something everyone fears, even if they never admit it."

He gestured to the door. "Darkness that corrupts. It is something most loathe, but it is necessary for life. Without it, nothing would be balanced."

He stared at the imp. "What business do you have?"

Midna folded her small arms across her chest. She opened her mouth to say something about his comments, but thought better of it. She wasn't here to argue with him.

"My business is to make sure Dilan doesn't do anything stupid," she spouted.

She turned and put an ear up to the door. "I can't hear anything," she said. "We should go."

Judas nodded. He pressed his hands against the slight crevice between the doors gently, opening just a crack for the imp to back away. After waiting for a few seconds, he thrust the doors open all the way.

He scanned the area and spotted two figures outside. A man in a black coat and a man with white hair. He assumed the man in the black coat was Dilan, for he was not resisting or enjoying the actions of the other.

Oh hell.

"Yes," he said simply. "I have a good reason."

He really hoped he did, anyway.

He did not flinch, even when Ansem licked him.

If I live through this, I am going to rip his tongue out of his head for that.

He did not flinch when Ansem dug fingers into his shoulder, not even when he drew blood.

His calm didn't break.

That was, until he heard the doors.

His eyes shot open, and without even meaning to, he sprang away from Ansem. He stared at the two figures like they were ghosts, which they might as well have been for all he knew at the moment.

His eyes flicked over them. The taller one he didn't know, it could be any number of people he'd become acquainted with through the journals-

But one of them was very small. That could only be one person.

"Midna?!" he hissed.

How did they even know--

Then he paused, remembering those comments in the journal would have been visible to everyone.

Damnit.

Midna shook her head. "What is he doing?" she asked, partly to no one in particular, partly to her companion.

She clenched her small fists together. She was angry at Dilan, but worried as well. She wanted nothing more than to go over to where the two large figures were standing and slap some sense into both of them, but thought better of it.

"I thought we made a deal!" she shouted.

"Many never want to see what happened to them happen to others." Judas simply said, mostly to himself. "Even if he does not know who he is defending, he will defend him simply because he can."

He folded his arms neatly across his chest, but kept them ready to draw his sword if necessary.

Ansem frowned at the sight of his prey stepping away. The alluring pull subsided, and he glowered at the thought of not getting a proper meal when he was this close.

Then he looked over, and a dark, predatory grin spread across his tanned skin.

"You bring me more prey?" he questioned, holding a hand up to his chest in mock flattery. "I must say, you may be an advantageous heartless after all," he purred.

Of course, if this didn't work out...Riku was always there to pester and torment.

And there was the darkness. He had heard whispers of other scientists, but he had not decided to alert them to his presence. He preferred to hold all the cards, and that was his biggest advantage.

Every survival instinct in his body that he'd been surpressing before was kicking in, with a vengeance. He put even further distance between himself and the Heartless, barely even recognizing he was doing it.

He was all eyes for the newcomers to the scene.

They had to have seen what he said in the journal. It was the only reason they could be out here right now. But why? Why the hell would they have come--

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

With the return his repressed instincts came every last drop of fury that had somehow dulled and died on his way here.

Ansem's next words didn't help that.

"Prey?" he choked out. "You will not. You will not fucking touch them," he snarled. A strange, fierce wind picked up around him, making his clothing whip around. "Nor anyone else!" he shouted. "NOT WHILE I'M HERE!" The wind was getting stronger, pulling at anything and everything remotely nearby, strong enough to pull it into the air. Dilan himself, after a moment, rose several inches off the ground - and hovered.

Even so - somewhere deep down, the burst of fear also returned. But the fear had nothing to do with Ansem, not this time. It had to do with himself. This is why he'd insisted on going outside, this was why he'd held off with his wind magic.

He couldn't control it.

A seemingly rhetorical question, he thought.

"We're here to keep you from doing something incredibly stupid." Judas simply answered. "What good will it do you if he does not keep his promise?"

His eyes narrowed at the tanned man's comments. Dilan's, he assumed, reaction did not surprise him, but the following reaction did. The sudden gale forced the masked man to take a defensive stance. His cape billowed in the sudden wind. Magic? He believed so.

His light body would easily get blown away if the wind picked up greater power. This would need to be finished quickly before his cape parachuted him away.

The sudden burst of wind knocked Midna off of her feet and blew her backwards. She hit the castle door with a hard THUD before hitting the dirt. 'Ow,' she winced. 'That was unnecessary.' She picked herself up off the ground and took cover behind her companion.

"STOP THIS!" she barked, sticking her head out from behind a leg. "WHAT GOOD IS THIS GOING TO DO ANYONE?!"

He laughed. He couldn't help it; he just did. But it was a sick sound and a scared sound, humorless, and it trailed off into a groan.

"THAT'S JUST THE THING, MIDNA!" he shouted. Hysterical laughter still hovered at the edge of his voice. "I CAN'T CONTROL IT!" The wind still whipped around him, almost gale force in its mounting fury. "JUST RUN!"

This wasn't for lack of trying. God, not for lack of trying. Not like he hadn't practiced for hours, days, over and over again, slamming himself into walls and ripping rooms apart.

What fractional amount of ability he did have to direct it was centered directly on Ansem. He pushed, sending a concentrated and violent gust of wind directly at the Heartless.

Ansem chuckled at the release of a torrent of wind, and plowed the darkness straight into the ground, the tendrils slipping further and further, burying, latching, rooting themselves, and he grinned. Not a bright, sunny grin, he did not think that was possible.

No, a dark, pleased, satiated grin that belied his interest in the man.

The darkness, it pulled at him, it was consuming the man, fear, fury, it all consumed the man before him, and he could almost taste it, even from such a distance.

It was like tasting fine wine, really. Delicious, subtle, cold...well, wine wasn't cold, but he was, and he rather enjoyed wine, not chilled, but wine in general, and other than the lack of chill, wine was alot like the darkness. One could experience a wide range of flavours from wine, just like from the darkness. Even the most mellow of people could touch the darkness, and the range of emotions and subtle flavours was what he lived for. Love, hate, lust, greed, envy, hunger, thirst, it was all in the darkness of a heart, and he savored it like wine.

And when the wind blew at him, he took it, tipping backwards just slightly, the roots he had taken keeping him rather staunchly on the ground.

Then he stepped towards his prey. Shadows practically dripped from his heel as he stepped, and then rooted itself again.

"Decide to give up surrendering?" he questioned in a low purr, barely audible over the wind. "Your heart is even more delicious now," he grinned.

The added wind effect on his body was taking its toll. He looked his small companion, wondering how she was fairing. He watched as the tanned man approach Dilan.

"Dear god, what did you get yourself into.." He muttered, though he could not even hear himself. He drew his sword and bent down on one knee to keep himself from being blown away. He could neutralize the winds with another wind spell, but that could put Dilan in danger and at a disadvantage. He could do that when the tanned man was defeated, but the fact that he was there forced Judas to think. It was not his battle, so he could not fight.

He hated feeling so helpless.

Midna clutched tightly to her companion's leg so she wouldn't blow away.

This was ridiculous. What was Dilan doing? She was so angry...angry at Dilan, angry at Ansem, and angry at the fact that she herself was more or less helpless in the situation.

"STOP IT!" she yelled, "OR I'LL MAKE YOU STOP!"

Something had snapped in Dilan. Something had gone even crazier than before. Or maybe less.

He was calm now. He couldn't explain it, but he was calm. Even in the face of a gale, of impending death, of getting two of the few friends he had here involved in a battle that could take their lives, he was calm.

He called out to Midna again, though it served no real purpose. "I already told you! I CAN'T!"

Which was true. The wind was almost entirely out of his control. He could push and nudge it, but it would rage until its source of power was gone. Dilan was working against a time limit.

He focused a glare on Ansem. In white bursts of wind, two lances appeared at his sides; long, double-bladed, light blue and deadly. He gripped them tightly, bringing them to bear. He could already feel a tug deep in his chest as his energy drained from his body, but at the very least- at the very least-

"TOO BAD, BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT!" Dilan shouted, and drove one of the lances straight at Ansem. He put what force of the wind he could behind it. He knew Ansem wouldn't be able to dodge, and could only pray it would be a killing hit, though a very large part of him seriously doubted it would be. In preparation he brought the other lance forward. However, at that moment, his feet hit the ground again. The wind was raging even more wildly out of control; stones of the courtyard were starting to dislodge, and trees were being whipped around to the point of breaking. It would only be another minute or two before Dilan was wasted completely by this excessive loss of power.

Ansem chuckled, pulling the darkness out of the ground deftly, raising it to form a shield, calling a plethora of the creatures from oblivion, raising them to block the lance, or at least slow it from slicing through his frame.

Not that he couldn't handle it, but he would prefer to walk away from this one relatively unscathed.

Smirking, he took both of his arms, and jabbed them forward, the darkness following with him, extending, sharp barbs headed towards the out of control lancer.

His hair whipped around him, caught in the torrent, but this was inconsequential. He wanted a heart terribly badly. He wanted a meal, food, he wanted the essence of this lancer terribly, and he smirked at the man as the darkness plowed forward, heading for the man's body.

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