A/N: Rawr it's Royal Dragon here with one of my first fanfics in a few years! Horray! I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 1

Axel's POV

I had been dreaming about him for months now, every single damn time I tried to sleep thoughts of him plagued my restless mind. I don't remember what he looked like in my dreams but when I finally did manage to pry my eyes open I was always clutching the sheets sweat pouring down my body while my heart thumped rapidly in my chest. Sometimes I would be screaming myself hoarse until someone woke me, usually the neighbors banging on their walls threatening to call the police if I didn't keep it down. You'd think my twin could have woke me up but no, his stereo was blasting away in his room to drown me out. He said something about it was the neighbors turn to endure restless nights. I don't know I wasn't really paying attention. I ran a hand through my fiery mane of red hair a useless attempt to try to get the spikes to lay flat. They bounced back up as soon as my sweaty hand swept through.

My heart pounded rapidly in my chest and I felt terrified, this was new. I threw the blankets off and ran over to my dresser where I kept my journal. So sue me I'm a man who keeps a journal with all these dreams I'd been having it was the only thing that kept me sane! I looked around a nervous habit I developed when one lived with crazy people such as my twin and our roommates. If they ever found out I kept a journal they'd never let me live it down. I pulled my dresser drawer open and rummaged through my boxers until my hand connected with smooth leather. I looked around again wildly sweeping the room as I went, no one must ever know I kept a journal! I was a man damn it! I was not to be ridiculed! I bounded back over to the still open dresser and carefully plucked the leather bound book from its hiding spot. I jumped back on my bed not even daring to close the drawer not yet anyway, I didn't turn a single light on, the moon was light enough.

I skipped towards the end finding a clean sheet and grabbed the nearest pen which happened to lay behind me on the window sill. I scrawled one word; I didn't need to write anymore I would elaborate later when I was in class trying to pass the time. Closing the book I snuck one last glance before rolling off the bed and up to the dresser to place the journal back in its spot. I closed the drawer carefully and made my way into the kitchen to get me a midnight... a two o'clock snack. The red numbers flashed angrily at me letting me know I had four hours of sleep left before I would rudely be awaken only to fight for my life for a hot shower. I sighed and rummaged through the fridge anyway, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and someone started snuggling into me. I froze unsure of what to do.

"Zexy come back to bed." Demyx whined kissing my naked skin.

"I'm not Zexion!" I shouted disentangling myself from my roommate and trying to stuff myself in the fridge.

"Oh shit sorry Ax, where's Zexy anyway?" Demyx questioned yawning and padding back over to the couch.

Someone sighed and I jumped squealing as manly as I could seeing a tired Zexion shuffling over his arms thrown over his eyes trying to shield them from the light. Zexion was short and scrawny, he was a bookworm a smart one mind you because he was always helping me with homework but he was a bookworm. His blue hair was currently flopped in his eyes and I really wondered how the guy could even see. He flopped down on the couch beside Demyx snuggling up to his side and promptly falling back asleep. His gray tee rode up on his stomach a little and he wore a pair of black boxers. His soft snores rang through the empty silence as Demyx looked down at his lover, running his hands through his hair. Demyx was tall not as tall as my six foot four but still he towered over Zexion, he had a mullet/Mohawk thing going on with his sandy blond hair but if there was one thing you didn't question Demyx about it was his hair. I'm not sure why, he probably would have answered us had we asked but we just didn't we liked our theories better than any answer he could give.

The thing about Demyx and Zexion were they came into our lives separately; Demyx was a runaway that I had met when we turned sixteen. I was hiding away in the nearest alley my stomach was grumbling and Reno had gone to go get us something to eat. I heard feet pounding on the ground and I figured it had to be Reno, sticking my head from around the bend I saw a boy around my age coming towards me. He rounded the corner scooped me up in his arms and ran off, we later found out the police were tailing him. He'd been with us ever since.

Zexion was a different story. Demyx had met him at school one day he didn't live with us and then the next he did. And then they later found me trying to drown myself when I came home one day and found them doing it like rabbits on the couch. We burned the couch after that bought a new that had a fold out bed and told them to do it when we weren't there or when we were all asleep. Needless to say between Reno and I there had been many failed suicide attempts because according to Zexion, Demyx has a very active libido.

I pulled myself away from the fridge closing it because suddenly I didn't feel very hungry anymore. "Why are you up anyway? Were you having that bad dream again?" Demyx questioned never stopping his movements. Zexion sighed in contentment a small rare smile gracing his features.

"He was too busy rolling around on his floor. Why don't you just tell everyone you have a journal no one's going to laugh." Zexion sighed his eyes still closed.

"What? You have a journal I didn't know that what do you write in there Axel huh?" Demyx asked waggling his eyebrows. I honestly didn't know why I was friends with these people as long as my twin hadn't heard I was fine.

"So Axie poo keeps a journal huh?" I stiffened at the voice, Reno. I spun on my heel ready to punch Reno in his face but he was gone. I paled, he was going to go look through my drawers to find my journal.

I let out a mighty battle cry and stomped to my room intending on killing the lovebirds lounging on the couch when I was done murdering my twin. I found Reno lounging on my bed his eyes scanning through the leather bound book. He took one look at me smiled and closed it; he was as tall as me with the same fiery red mane but whereas mine turned to natural spikes his was pulled back into a low ponytail. Besides Demyx and Zexion he was the only one who knew of the dreams I was having. His face took on this sad haunted look and I softly closed the door behind me no longer intending on murdering him anymore.

He searched my face carefully as I found a spot on the floor to set on. My room was small housing a dresser a closet and my bed; I didn't own much stuff because we moved so much. Or more like our parents were after us convinced I was crazy, they wanted nothing more than to see me in a mental institution. When Reno found out what they had planned we packed as little as we could and left our home that night at the age of fifteen. Now at seventeen years old we were both entering our senior year of high school, we hadn't heard from our parents in a few years so we figured it was safe enough to let our guard down. I picked at the carpet waiting for Reno to speak.

"Axel… why didn't you tell me… those dreams…" He sighed. I waited I knew what he wanted to ask but I didn't know what answer to give him. "Why didn't you say there were still bothering you?" He finally asked.

I shrugged; if there was anyone I feared disappointment from it was Reno. Older by only an hour he took his role seriously. The bed creaked and he pulled me into one of his rare hugs smoothing my spikes down as he murmured soothingly to me. "Ax I'm your brother, your freaking twin you could have told me. I'm not like Mom or Dad I want to help you. If these dreams are bothering you that much I need to know. I didn't know that screaming was from those dreams. I'm so sorry." He pulled me as close as he could rocking me back and forth.

"I'm sorry; I didn't want to bother you. You've been working so hard in school that I don't know I just didn't think you could juggle school, a job and my crazy dreams." I whispered. Reno worked hard managing to pay the bills all on his own not allowing Demyx, Zexion or I to work because he wanted us focused on our studies. Secretly Zexion worked at the nearby library giving Reno money every month for bills whether he noticed it or not.

Reno yawned and pulled me up; he guided me back to bed and tucked me in liked he used to when I was still a kid. He pulled the covers up over me and kissed my forehead. "Night Ax we'll talk more tomorrow when I get home from work. Just come talk to me if anything else happens tonight ok?" I nodded and he returned back to bed. I heard the stereo crank back up; Breaking Benjamin's song Dance with the Devil lulled me back to sleep that night. The dream didn't start up again but I was still left wondering who this mystery boy was.

Roxas POV

I shoved him in the closet throwing clothes over his shaking form, blue eyes identical to mine met mine and I slammed the door shut locking it. I heard him whimper, I knew he was scared of the dark but I was protecting him. I would always protect him, I felt hands roughly grab my shirt and throw me against the wall. "Leave him alone!" I screamed jumping up to fast. My head was dizzy from the hit and I felt blood seep from a two day old cut dripping down my neck. I jumped on my father's back distracting him from my little brother inside.

He turned his cruel drunken eyes on me and threw me back to the ground, his foot collided with my stomach and I began retching up blood on his black business shoes. "You filthy whore!" He cried kicking me again. I heard Sora throw himself against the door screaming through the wood for him to stop hurting me. I felt another kick, black spots began to dance in my vision and I blacked out soon afterwards.

I'm not sure what time it was only that it was dark outside, hair tickled my nose and I weakly raised my arms to fend whoever it was away. "Is he ok?" it was Sora he sounded fine good.

"Yeah he should be fine, where are the scissors I bought you Sor I need them." That other voice I recognized but in my foggy mind I couldn't quiet discern the name.

"Riku when will he wake up? He hit him so hard this time, he's so stupid. He's always doing this! Always trying to protect me, you know he even gives me his food sometimes. He'll go days without eating just to feed me. What if he doesn't wake up this time?" Sora whimpered.

Riku, that was it my brothers boyfriend. He was here then that must have meant that Father was gone or passed out I wasn't sure. Riku and my little brother Sora had been dating for two years now, they started when Sora was only fourteen, Riku had just turned eighteen he was starting his senior year of high school while Sora and I were starting our junior year. Riku had started school late as a child putting him extremely behind. I liked Riku he cared for Sora something I was happy about he didn't treat him like Father did; he respected him and loved him.

"He'll be fine Sor its ok, just let me cut this and we'll see if we can get him up ok?" Riku was trying to act strong for Sora even though I knew he was cracking inside. He had told me multiple times he was going to kidnap us one day and take us back to live with him. He knew about the abuse, hell the whole fucking city did but no one lifted a finger to help us but Riku and his family. The police didn't do a damn thing about it because Father was one of the best cops they had so he got by beating his family yet he put away others who beat their families go figure.

I pulled in a ragged breath and fought the darkness that threatened to overtake me again when I felt Riku pour rubbing alcohol on my wounds to disinfect them. I pried my eyes open to be met with Sora's oceanic blues; his spikey brown hair was lying limply on his head. "Roxas." He whispered pulling my head into his lap his hand gently running through my blond spikes.

"He did a number on you this time." Riku crawled over into my line of vision resting one of his hands on Sora's thigh. He turned around and put the pair of scissors, needle and thread he had bought for us back inside the mattress. Sora was squeamish when it came to blood so it usually rested on mine or Riku's shoulders to bandage me up, rarely Sora if I could help it. Our Mother died when we were really young, she committed suicide because Father said she was really depressed but lucky us Sora was the one who reminded Father the most of our mother.

Having seen pictures of her with her long curly brown hair she did look a lot like Sora, she had the same blue eyes that we did. She was tall and skinny and my father really loved her but he blamed us for killing her. The first time he ever laid a hand on Sora was his last, I always made sure when he was in a rage that I was the one who got the brunt of it. I couldn't begin to count how many closets I had locked Sora in to keep him from getting hit. How many times I had thrown him outside our second story house with nothing but the grass to break his fall because I knew if Father ever caught him it would be much worse than what I did. Riku had become a constant in our life he kept Sora sane; he needed Riku as much as Riku needed him.

Sora leaned into Riku's gentle touch as he went over with me what he had bandaged this time. I pulled myself up after a while and crawled into our bed. Riku got up after me followed by Sora, he pulled Sora close and kissed him as if it was there last and who knew with our father it could very well be. I watched as he reluctantly pulled away leaving Sora dazed. "Call me if you guys need me I don't care what time it is call me got it?" When we nodded he kissed Sora once more before opening the window up and jumping out onto the nearest branch.

Sora turned back to me a sad smile on his face. All we had was each other, his white shirt was stained with my blood and his black pants were hanging loosely off narrow hips. He pulled the shirt off and I gasped at how sickly he had become. I could see his ribs, it broke my heart and I tried to hold the tears that threatened to fall. Riku never came without food sometimes he would bring bags full of it for us, but our father always found the stash no matter how hard we tried to hide it. He let his pants pool around his feet before climbing into bed with me and wrapping his thin arms around me. He tucked my head under his chin and drew little patterns on my back.

"We'll get out of here one day, and then when we do I'm going to marry Riku and you'll find someone and you'll get married and we'll be happy. And Father won't ever hurt us again and there's gonna be food and lots of it." I had to giggle at that last part. That was Sora for you always thinking of food.

"I don't think I'll ever find anyone Sor. It's ok though as long as I have you and Riku in my life I'll be ok." I sighed letting the day's events finally catch up with me. The one thing I hadn't told Sora was that when we turned eighteen and I got him safely to Riku's I was going to get revenge and I was going to kill my father. I would probably end up in jail but I was going to run as long as I could before they caught me. Sora would be safe with Riku I would make sure of that. I snuggled as close as I could to Sora finally letting his even breathing lull me to sleep. I dreamed that night as I did every night about a boy that same boy I dreamed about for ten years now. I never remembered what he looked like but to me he was an Angel.

He would greet me and then kiss me fiercely like Riku would to do Sora right before he left for the night. He would whisper words of I love you and ask me to stay with him always. He would hold me close and call me beautiful before capturing my lips with his again. Then he would plant small kisses along my cheek and jaw line down to my neck but never further, I would always wake up before then he couldn't see the bruises, or scars that hid just below my shirt. I wanted to be with this Angel forever, but dreams were dreams and even though Sora was my twin I had never told him about these dreams. The only one that really knew anything was Riku. He was Sora's boyfriend but to me he was my brother just like Sora and he cared for us and he always made sure we were ok and if nothing else that at least Sora was fed, I didn't care if I died of starvation Sora had more to live for than I did I had accepted that long ago.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter read and review it helps my creativity! :D