I´m falling through the darkness. Nothing familiar, nothing to get grip of.

A voice.

„Sora!"

I´m falling faster, drowning in the endless abyss of shadows.

I hit the ground hard. I bleed. Thousand of cuts slice my skin, not from the fall or the crash but from wounds, made long before. The blood is forming a puddle around my lifeless corpse.

My heart stopped beating, still I keep breathing. Coughing.

Isn´t it ridiculous what humans do to stay alive?

Chapter one

It was a normal day in the world that never was. Demyx and his love Axel went for a walk through the town. Like always it was raining and Axel was complaining about how he despited the fact. Demyx giggle, as water mage he liked the rain. Liked the touch on his bare skin.

Axel wasn´t into water. Rain was alride as long as Demyx was with him, but the thought of swimming in the sea was a nightmare to him.

The two of them had been a couple since the first met. Their first meeting was under rather remarkable cristumstances but still. Xemnas had ordered Demyx to drown the red haired because he had refused to shower for the fast month and stunk like hell.

The moment Axel saw the water mage only dressed in boxers and soaking wet, it was a clear point he´d happily bath from now on.

Sometimes the red haired asked himself if Xemnas had known that and arranged their meeting to get him bath, but he always wiped the away the though. It had been a coincidence and nothing more.

All of the sudden Demyx screamed. „Ahh! Axel watch out! There lies a dead corpse!"

Axel woke up from his day dream and faced the blond. „Where, Demyx?" Axel looked around puzzled.

„Under your feet!"

Axel looked down. He was standing on top of a dead body. He jumped down immediately. SPLASH Blood stained his coat and boots. He eyed it critical. Blood stains are nasty.

„Axel shouldn´t we help this kid?" asked Demyx he was jumping around Axel, frightened.

„No, he´s definitely dead. The darkness can swallow him or the heartless can feast upon him but I don´t want to get blood on my coat." Axel walked past a surprised Nobody. Demyx was a young Nobody who still thought his emotions were real, not only memories.

„But he still breaths! And he got no heart! We should take him to Xemnas before Xigbar comes and..." Demyx shivered. It was a open secret what Xigbar did to little kids when he thought nobody was watching... HE FORCED THEM TO WATCH HEIDI, GIRL OF THE ALPS! THE JAPANESE AND THE GERMAN ORIGINAL! insert german Heidi intro

Axel sighed, he wasn´t cruel enough to leave the kid to his fate. He picked it up and said to Demyx. „Let´s get going then."

„But shouldn´t we heal him?" Demyx asked. Axel wanted to say no but Demyx´s puppy eyes made him do strange things.

Axel lay down the boy. Demyx smiled happily, he wasn´t aware what he could make Axel do, or the red haired hoped so.

In the matter of seconds Demyx knelt over the blond and said: „Vitga!"

Now you gotta know that if Saïx would cast a vitga spell. (thankfully he never did) You would feel more pained than you were before and your wounds would turn into ugly scars. If Demyx healed you, your wounds would close and leave no scars despite how deep they were and you would feel something close to the Nirvana...

Roxas moaned under the comforting touch, leaning into it. He wasn´t dead after all.

The fact was worthless compared to the warm feeling spreading through his body.

The warmth faded, he was cold. He felt rain on his bare skin.

„I´m naked."

Roxas eyes snapped open.

„Ah! What did happen?" Axel had pushed water mage aside, who had fallen over his own feet and now lay on the ground like a turtle.

„He humped you!" the red haired was touchy with people touching his Demyx. He cursed himself for not leaving him to die of Heidi-overflow.

„He did´t hump me. He just moaned because I healed him. That´s nothing offensive" Demyx was a little confused.

„That´s not the point. He did hump you!"

„Uhm... Ax?"

„What?!"

„The kid is gone."

Roxas used his chance to get away and fled. He was still naked and covered in blood but his wounds were mostly healed.

He had to get away from here and go back home... but where was home? Where was he anyway? And who was he?

Roxas stopped. Who was he? He tried to remeber his past. Nothing. The only memory he had was of those two quarreling males and of the healing.

„What is the meaning of this?" he asked himself.

A man steps out of the darkness. He sees me lying there, to weak to move leave alone to run away.

He smiles.

My screams are unheard in the darkness. The rain drops mix with my blood, my tears...

The man leaves me to die, nobody would find me out here.

Nobody would come looking for me.

Nobody would want to touch something as disgusting as my body, ever again.

Marked for life, marked as „victim".

AN: this story contains a lot of things I´ve burried inside my heart, I hope you enjoy it though.