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Who: Vayne and Larsa and a barrel load of Heartless
What: Blackmail, dirty dealings, cruelty of children
Where: The Giza Plains, a Heartless Airship
When: Middle of the day
Rating: R for hinted Heartless-Hume brotherly intimacy


He'd convinced Vaan to let him wander again, this time taking the job from Migelo to bring something to the village in Giza plains, skilled enough to dodge around the few fiends and fight off the ones he couldn’t avoid. However, while walking around one of the large open areas which would soon be filled with water, he froze, looking around with wide eyes. Something was wrong.

There, low in the sky, a small airship of pure darkness hovered. A group of Judges, all in armour, stood near it. Two Judges in particular looked specifically surprising. Donning the exact same armour, they mimicked the appearance of both Basch fon Ronsenburg and his twin, Noah, more widely known as Gabranth. They were, of course, the Heartless, not the real men. Not that they'd inform Larsa of that. Upon spotting the boy, the twins walked towards him.

The young emperor stared, eyes wide as he backed away, excited but scared at the same time. Gabranth was gone, and Basch was missing...This was wrong...had he been poisoned? "H-Hello...?"

"You, Larsa Solidor, are a difficult fish to catch." The Basch heartless called to the boy.

Gabranth elbowed him slightly and they each moved in closer to the boy. They'd practised their story. They knew what lies they'd feed him to guide him aboard the ship. "How've you survived alone, Lord Larsa?"

He stared still, opening his mouth before closing it a few times, having no clue as to how to respond, but the teen continued to back up. "I've...survived..."

Being Vayne's creations, they were perfect. The exact images of the real men. Basch frowned slightly. His hair was cut short, like Gabranth's, and the only difference between the two was their voices. "Larsa, we've been searching high and low for you. Tell me, where did you hide this time?"

Smiling warmly, Gabranth leaned against his twin's side, watching Larsa. Both Heartless men were trained for this. They were to act as Hume as possible.

"I've been hiding...from the Heartless and Vayne..." He mumbled, bringing his hand to his chest to lightly hold his family crest, and because he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking, the small teen slipped on the edge of the basin, easily falling inside with a groan. It wasn't deep, or a far fall, but he had been tense when he slipped. So it hurt.

Basch reached out to catch Larsa's arm as he fell but didn't manage in time. Shifting forward, he got down into the pit to help. "You've perfect eye-sight, Larsa. Use it."

Noah sighed, shaking his head. He crouched down and held out his hands for Larsa to pull himself up by. "Vayne, hm? And I thought we'd dealt with him." He frowned slightly. "The Heartless? Ah, brother, a name for those shadows we fought."

"I...I was distracted, Basch..." He mumbled, pouting openly and taking both of the offered hands. They felt real...they sounded real.

Sure enough, they would feel warm like living men. "Distractions are not of use." He shook his head before helping Gabranth to get Larsa right on his feet again.

The other twin dusted off the sand on Larsa's clothing. "Well. Have you not missed us?" He smiled at the young lord.

He smiled slightly then, nodding and holding onto their hands still, not wanting to let them go. "I've missed you so much..."

Basch petted Larsa's head, despite his armour. He smiled, his eyes fixed on the boy. "I apologize for our absence. I... went on a personal quest. In search of a revival for Noah... uh... Gabranth."

"It is fine, call me Noah." He shifted to one knee, looking Larsa in the eyes. "Have you been keeping out of mischief, Lord Larsa?" He smiled, his face as warm as the real Gabranth.

Larsa shifted forward a little and kissed Gabranth's head, shaking slightly. "No...I...I have not..." He shakes his head, shifting his feet and playing idly with his strange Rabanstran clothes.

"Oh... well, that will not do." Basch scooped the young boy up and held him like a toddler. "Perhaps you, Gabranth and I need a few words, hm?" He smiled openly at the boy, just as planned.

The second Ronsenburg pressed a light hand to Larsa's lower back. "We should. Perhaps aboard our airship?"

He makes a little sound when lifted, squirming and looking at Gabranth when he touched him. "I...Have to finish my job first...I'm on a delivery..."

"Well, what better way to reach your destination quickly? Unless, you wish us to accompany you during the walk?" That was not part of the plan.

The Heartless Noah looked to his shadow twin. "Would it not be easier and wiser to go by airship?" He shifted his gaze to Larsa.

Larsa shook his head, squirming out of the other males grip and dusting off, smiling wide. "Walk with me; I'll hurry up, okay?"

Basch nodded once and began to stride ahead, adjusting his armour. He glanced to the other Heartless Judges and made a gesture for them to retreat into the airship.

Gabranth walked alongside Larsa, heaving a sigh at the plan taking a new twist. Of course, he made it seem as though it were simply the walk that had him annoyed.

Larsa ran forward, smiling and easily running all of the way to the village, looking about seriously for the person mentioned and offering him what was in the bag over his shoulder. The young teen was paid with a hug and a few sun crystals. He liked them, even if they weren't really something he needed. Maybe Vaan would.

During the transaction, the twins simply stood side by side, talking quietly between themselves, showing a long forgotten affection that the young lord may only have seen when Noah was upon his death bed.

As soon as he assumed Larsa was finished, Gabranth gestured to the teen. "Is that all for now, my lord?" Sure enough, the Nomads wondered upon the two familiar Judges.

Larsa nodded a few times, putting the stones into his bag and waving fondly at everyone around them. "Yeah...Alright, but can't we just talk here?"

Basch and his twin both replied with a concurrent "no" and turned towards the way they'd come. "It is of great import that we have this discussion in private, Larsa."

The other Judge nodded. "We mustn't forget our roles in this story, my lord. We've got a lot to talk about."

"Then we...We could just go back to the Aerodrome! Vaan would love to see you." He chuckles softly, scratching at his cheek. "I don't like Airships...”

"We've no time, Larsa. Pleasantries with Vaan can be made later. We must move now." Basch's glance moved to Gabranth, a silent signal.

"Indeed. We'll see the young pirate soon enough." He twitched an eyebrow slightly in reply to Basch. He knew what move came next.

He frowned slightly then, shivering. "But why rush me Basch? Business can wait...I've missed..."He just stopped then, blinking a few times and stepping away.

"Missed...? I do hope you mean you've missed..." He stopped too, frowning as he looked at Larsa. "Something the matter, Larsa?"

Noah frowned just the same. "What troubles you, my lord?" He watched Larsa move.

"You're not...Actually them are you?" He mumbled, one hand idly playing with the other as he stepped away again, his eyes starting to water.

"Who else would we be, Larsa?" The first Heartless twin questioned. His armoured fingers came to rest on his blade's handle.

Gabranth's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you mean? Of course we are who we appear to be."

He whimpered loudly then, watching the hand as it moved to the weapon and taking a few more steps back. "No...No you're not."

Basch looked to Gabranth and narrowed his eyes with the slightest of nods. At that, he lunged forward, grabbing the tiny teen tightly.

Gabranth joined his Heartless twin and helped to make a grab for the young Emperor, a slight grunt coming out as they held the teen.

Larsa noted the nod and within seconds he had two small pistols in his hands, and even though he fired a couple of rounds at both of them, he was still grabbed. Of course a gun wouldn't work...But he wanted to try at least. "Let me go...Let me go!"

"The master wants him. Let's go." Basch hissed in a dark voice to the other Heartless. At that the two men began dragging Larsa to that airship born of darkness, carrying him, with ease, on board and along the corridors of blackness towards the helm. In there, sat many, many Heartless.

At the head of it all, with eyes of golden colour, Vayne Carrudas Solidor, Emperor of the Heartless sat in a throne of darkness, the creatures around him all hissing and snarling as Larsa was brought in. "Ah, brother, so good of you to join us." His voice sounded twisted and dark, yet still like his own.

The little ten hid then, even if it was behind the two face twins. They still looked like the people that would protect him. But he looked at his brother still, whimpering a little and adjusting his clothes. "V...Vayne..."

The two Heartless brothers made their way to their master, their hands curling around the back of the throne as they stood either side of the Heartless Emperor. Certainly they would just obey him but their eyes were yellow now and their skin had greyed and their hair had darkened.

Vayne made a hand gesture and a collection of smaller Heartless began shoving Larsa forward, towards Vayne. "Now, down to business, perhaps?" He tilted his head, his once brown now black hair coming to half-cover his face as he looked at the little teen.

He resisted as they pushed for the most part, thought one strong shove pushed Larsa to the floor, landing on his hands and knees in front of the frightening man. He stared at the floor, not wanting to look up. "B...Business?"

"Indeed. You are the Emperor of the Imperial Empire, are you not?" Vayne reached his foot out and tilted Larsa's head up with it under his chin. "I have heard of a boy and a mouse. Sora and King Mickey. The boy, he is naught but a distraction, a fool of a child with an over-sized key who believes he can take down the Heartless." Vayne shook his head, hissing slightly. "However, the King is who troubles me. He is a Heartless of immense power... but he must be brought to his knees before me... much as you are now."

He whimpered a little, watching what his brother talk, not really paying attention to what he was saying even. He moved his hands slowly, gripping onto the foot under his chin and closing his eyes. "And...what do you expect me to do? I won't bring him down...You can just kill me now."

"I know you cannot bring him down. You are weak alone and the Empire would not follow you in that... they hardly follow you as it is." Vayne's words were spiteful, but they always had been. The man was evil incarnate. "However, I am speaking of an alliance. The Heartless and the Empire. It would leave all of Ivalice safe from the Heartless. Not a single Ivalician would be harmed by the Heartless... not a single one." He tilted his head a little, his eyes flickering that brown they once had been as he looked at his baby brother.

It was at the flash of brown colour that he crawled a little closer, trailing his hand up the outside of his brothers thigh and kneeling between the sitting heartless' legs, lifting his hands to touch his face. "Vayne. I know you're in there...Y-You can fight this right? You can come back to me..."

Vayne leaned down, his eyes brown as he looked at Larsa. His face was only inches away from the boy as he looked at him with rather a convincing smile. "Larsa..." He stroked a hand over Larsa's cheek and down to his chest where he grabbed his shirt and dragged him closer, eyes sparking a shining yellow. "I'm not that easily played, child." He snarled, tossing the boy down to the floor.

He returned the little smile, touching the hand as it touched his cheek, but moving his to his mouth when the hand travelled lower. The yellow colour made his tense up easily, earning a little sound when he was tossed and a loud whimper when he landed flat on his back. "I'm not...T-Trying to play you! I want my brother!"

"You want your brother, hm?" Vayne raised an eyebrow, holding out a hand to the teen and snarling slightly. His fingers twitched in a beckoning manner as a black smoke-like mist ebbed around the hand. "Come, boy. Here, now."

He hesitated, slowly shifting to a sitting position before reaching forward to take his brother's hand, spite the fact that he knew it would end up being a bad idea. He missed this man, missed him so much. "Vayne..."

Pulling Larsa to his lap, he raised a hand, waving it slightly in a commanding manner. He was no longer that caring, cuddly brother he'd once been, so very long ago.

At the wave of that hand, the Heartless twins moved in to hold Larsa still, while they each began to remove the Rabanastran clothing from the boy. He was in for something he really wouldn't want.

He relaxed slightly when the only things that initially happened was being pulled onto his brothers lap, but at the wave of the hand and the twins movements he tensed up, his pulse skyrocketing. When he realized what was happened he struggled as hard as he could, focusing on keeping his pants more that his shirt. "B-Brother no! Stop them!"

"You want your brother, you shall have him, little Larsa." He smirked, laughing a bitter, evil laugh. He waved a hand again to let the Heartless back off, leaving the teen in just his pants. "You are to call an alliance with the Heartless. The Empire will bow to the Heartless." He ran a hand down the boy's chest before slipping a finger over the teen's groin. "Do you understand?"

"I can't...I can't do that." He shook his head quickly, moving his hands down to push the hand away, fully fastening his pants once again. He was already breathing heavily, exhausted from the struggling he had just done. "I couldn't...trust my brother, H-How can I trust you?"

"It is not a matter of trust, Larsa." He leaned in to bite and nip the boy's throat, quite harshly, letting his teeth break the skin as he held the boy. He wasn't going to let him go. "It is a matter of protecting your friends. Would you like to see all of your pirate friends have their hearts torn from their chests in the most gruesome ways? Would you enjoy watching them turn into creatures such as these?" Holding Larsa close, Vayne waved his hand and the Heartless crawling on the floor manifested themselves in depictions of Vaan, Balthier, Fran, Penelo... all of them as Heartless, golden eyes and snarling.

He shouts when the skin is broken, small frame jerking even when he was held tight to the man that was once his brother, once the man that would take care of him when he was younger. The image that was created for him though made his eyes water, no, he didn't want that to happen to them... "I...I have to talk to them about it...I-I need too..."

"This is your decision. I will give you time to make it. Once you have finished with your conferences, you will tell me your answer." The four Heartless that created his friends' images moved closer, ghost-like movements making them feel more evil than mindless. The Vaan Heartless shifted to pet a hand over Larsa's hair, tugging lightly. The Heartless that depicted Balthier got as close as possible to the boy's face, smirking wickedly. He looked the same yet his hair was dark and his skin was grey. "You've two options. Either we ally... or the Heartless shall take all of Ivalice. Firstly, your pirate friends."

He makes a few little sounds at the tugs, eyes closing the moment the strange Balthier got so close to him. He started to squirm then, whimpering loudly at the idea of anyone dying because of him. "I...I can't decided right now...I...I can't make the decision on my own..."

"I understand that, Larsa. I may be a Heartless bastard but I am no fool." Vayne dragged his spitefully hot tongue along Larsa's throat, as Vaan and Balthier toyed with the teen's body. Vaan would scratch and claw at his back, leaving little marks, whilst Balthier would kiss and bite at his chest, his tongue as hot as Vayne's. "Just a month. At most. You shall make your final decision. Once that is done, we must meet again."

He was shaking and squirming then, hands scratching at what they could, whimpering loudly as he was played with, Vaan’s nails leaving little red welts and sometimes cutting into the young teen’s skin, adding to the red lines of blood slowly trailing down his torso. He didn't know how to respond to this anymore, so he kept his mouth closed.

Vayne snapped his fingers and the two Heartless that so perfectly imaged his friends scooped him up, clothing and all. The Heartless that would look like Fran curled her clawed hand around the back of Vayne's neck, seating herself on his lap and resting a heeled shoe on the arm of the throne, her other leg crossed over that knee. "Take him home. The master bids it so." She hissed, soon licking a line along Vayne's jaw.

Larsa was panting by the time he was lifted, eyes closed and just letting his body shake, letting the heartless carry and move him. Home, they would bring him home...But he didn't know which home he would end up at...Though by now he didn't care, he was slightly bloody, sad, and frustrated. "Mm..."

With merely a nod each, the Heartless men forced themselves to look more like their lighter, living selves. The then carted the teen off the black airship and tossed him out onto the sand. "Be gone, boy. Run home to your pirates." Vaan hissed, eyes glowing a bitter yellow.

Balthier laughed a wicked, evil laugh. A laugh the pirate would never've mustered. "Your weak heart will be ours soon enough. As will this whore of a pirate, his bitch and his boy." At that he slapped the back of the blonde beside him.

He left his shirt off then, ignoring the jabs that the heartless tossed at him, slipping his bag on over his shoulder and just running back towards the city. His brother never would have done that to him, never would he had touched and played with him in that way. By the time he slipped into Vaan's airship and locked himself in the bathroom, he was crying.