✩⊰ It had been such a nuisance trying to get Xehanort here in captivity. It was hard enough to lure him away from The World That Never Was, but having to fight him (that filthy cheater) and knock him unconscious had pushed Riku’s patience to the extremes. Not to mention how the Gummi Ship ride back was more stressful than ever before, with an unconscious enemy as his passenger.
In fact, Riku actually considered trying to draw upon his dangerous reserves of darkness in order to open a Corridor, just to avoid an agonizingly long trip through Gummi Space. But unfortunately, the risks were far too great, especially while dealing with his captive enemy, so instead he chose to test his luck with racing back to the Tower before Xehanort came to his senses. As it turned out, he had plenty of time to spare when he arrived.
And so upon his arrival, Riku had left Xehanort alone, tied up and trapped in a room enchanted by Yen Sid himself. The spell on the room was to bind magical abilities in order to avoid any sneaky escape attempts, and if Riku’s own duly aching heart as his power was restrained was anything to say for it, then it certainly did its job well. Though it made staying in the room quite an annoyance…
But his own escape was brief, and after reporting to Master Yen Sid, Riku immediately returned to Xehanort’s ‘prison’. What he didn’t expect to see was a very much conscious captive, desperately making his way towards the door. His arms folded at the sight before him, and after his prisoner responded to his sarcastic question, Riku was left with an all too sour expression on his face.
“Ugh… Don’t you get it? You’re not getting out of here any time soon. And if you try to escape… I can promise the only regret’ll be yours.” He moved closer to Xehanort, his sharp glare without an ounce of sympathy for the captive. “You’re alone and powerless in a place full of Keybearers. Do you really want to push your luck?”
It was just too much already. He didn't have the patience, desire, or energy to waste on something thist ridiculous. How had it happened again? Why had he acted out so stupidly and allowed that blasted Dawn boy to get the better of him? Oh it just, it just pissed him off so much he was ready to bite off someone's head. He wasn't that weak, he couldn't be that weak. No one could defeat him. No one.
A low noise resembling a growl escaped past Xehanort's lips. This was not going to end well for him. Unfortunately the rope was too strong, and whatever this place was obviously restricted his current magical ability. Damn. Even a few burns would have been preferable to being tied up and restrained. He could have casted firaga, burned through the ropes (even it meant getting himself burnt in the process) and then gotten out of there through a dark corridor. A few mild burns to the wrists and ankles would have been nothing compared to the damage to his pride he was about to face.
"Luck has nothing to do with it."
"If you think you are about to keep me contained, you're wrong," Xehanort stated blatantly. His voice was firm, stronger than when he had first spoken, and this time it didn't waver at all. It seemed that a mask had almost taken over and was hiding his real emotions. Though he was rather angry, and quite viciously seething underneath, the surface remained calm, no longer allowing emotion to breach. Not only did it act as a protective mechanism, but it also allowed the boy to gain enough of his mind to think through his current situation. Now relax and just... think. What was the best way out of this?
"What exactly do you want with me? You do know that there are ways to get what you want withouth luring someone out of their home and then attacking them. Would you not find it rude yourself if I had done the same to you? Release me, because I am not amused with this game you're playing."
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