Pixie: Hello, darlings! Pixie here, bringing you my first ever fanfiction. Chap 1 is not very long...and I hope you enjoy it. Oh, yeah...I don't own any characters. Square-Enix does. Constructive criticism is very welcome!
Warning: This fic will contain yaoi, rape, possible bondage, and incest. If anything offends you, you don't have to read it.
Sitting in his room, Sora was flipping through a magazine. He glanced at the clock for what must've been the billionth time. It wasn't like Roxas to be out so late, especially on a school night. Tossing the magazine aside, he flopped down on the bed, tapping his bare feet against the floor. Sora was dressed in pajamas, very ready to go to sleep, but how could he sleep, knowing his little brother was out who-knew-where. Tiredness clawed at him, and his eyes drooped a little, before he quickly shook himself awake. It was just the two of them, and if no one looked out for Roxas, who would? Moving into a sitting position, he looked at the clock again.
"Nearly midnight. Where the hell is he?" Sora wondered aloud. As if on cue, he heard the lock on the front door jiggling, and the door opened with a small squeak. Sora headed towards the door, a nice lecture on the necessities of being home on time and getting a good night's sleep working itself up in his head, but it all vanished in an instant when he saw the figure standing – no, leaning – in the doorway. It was Roxas, but there was no usual grin, no mischief in his eyes like he normally had. Instead, the Roxas there before Sora looked more…defeated. His clothes were a mess, ripped in places, and his hair looked no better. And…were those bruises on his arms? It took Sora several moments before his brain could start working again.
"R-Roxas…what happened? Are you alright?"
There was no need for the blonde to reply. That look in Roxas' eyes said enough.
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Moving through the darkened streets, Roxas limped along, wincing every time he took a step. Those bastards, why would they do this to him? Weren't they his friends? Roxas sighed heavily, the images of the night replaying over and over in his mind. Axel surprising him…Riku restraining him….His clothes being torn away, hands prying where they shouldn't…Roxas shook his head, leaning against the wall of a building, the apartment where he and Sora lived wasn't too far away. But…how could he face him like this? Knowing that he'd been….touched that way. By people he thought he could trust. Hugging himself, Roxas could still feel Axel's tongue on his stomach. Remember the sensation of Riku's hands as he….oh god. The thought of Riku being there, Roxas sank into a sitting position, tears forming on his eyes. When Axel was inside of him….Roxas sobbed silently, head in his hands. Reason attempted to take over, reminding him that Sora was probably worried about him. Worried? No, he'd be more worried when Roxas finally showed up. Looking like this…Why must Sora have to see him like this!? With a sigh, Roxas slowly stood, wiping his eyes. Standing outside the apartment, he reached in his pocket for his key, hand shaking as he moved to unlock the door. Sora must have heard him, since he stood there, looking at him. The bewilderment in his brother's eyes was plain as day. When Sora asked him if he was alright, all Roxas could do was look into his brother's eyes. He couldn't speak, even if he wanted to – Riku and Axel had seen to it to make the blonde hoarse. Glancing away, Roxas just stood there, unsure of what to do next. Sora seemed to regain himself, and quickly ushered the younger boy inside, not saying a word.
