A/N: Well, I didn't think that there would be a sequel for Get Stoned, but here it is. And there be a third on the way but I doubt I'd be able to get that out until after xmas. And it'll be in Luxord's POV. Hope you like this one and then that one when it gets here.

I don't own Kingdom hearts or the song. Hinder owns the song. I wonder what they'd say if they read this. –sigh-

Do you have any feeling left in that cold, black, drunken soul of yours? Is there no more room for something so vile, so disgusting as I in your make-believe heart? Or do you value your booze over what we have? Then again, what do we have? Does it even matter that I take your crap in stride, lying through my teeth for the injuries that you inflict when people ask? I could just as easily say it is you who beats me to a bloody pulp.

-

In the winding down hours
I let your heart down again

"Vexen, are you sure you're alright?"

I look up to be met with intent blue orbs, a prying face framed with vibrant pink spikes inches from my own. I don't want him here right now. I groan slightly, slipping a hand up to cover the sore bruise that had spread across my cheek from the night prior when you had been in your outraged fit.

"I'm fine, Marluxia. Don't worry about it. You know how clumsy I am. I tripped and fell into a counter last night, that's all."

"No you didn't, Vexen. I know you. Why do you bother covering for him?"

I gape at him for a moment in shock as he grips my hand in his, tearing it away to show the angry defilement that adorns my features. He gives a laugh devoid of humour -more of disgust then anything - at my perplexed expression. He lets my hand drop and I rush it back up to the bruise even though we are, thankfully, the only two in the office.

(What did I do to make a scene so gory?)
(I'm no better than the ones before me)

"You seriously don't think I would have found out by now? I am friends with Axel, ya know. He's complained to me so many times about the way Luxord acts when he's down at the bar. Then I would always see you the next few days, jumping at every second sound, covered in bruises and what not. Doesn't take a genius to put those two together. So, Vexen, answer me this: Why do you keep crawling back to him?"

Old habits die hard
I always end up hating the end

I can't help the slight growl that comes up from the back of my throat at his words. Turning away from the pink-haired prier, I close my eyes and shrink into a small, defensive ball, drawing my knees up to my chest on the tiny office chair, almost about to send myself sprawling onto the floor. He notices this and places his hands on the back of the chair, just to make it more steady.

"I-I ... I don't know. You and Zexion," I whisper. I can feel your eyes burning into my back

"What?"

"I want what you and Zexion have."

"How will you have that when you have to watch your every move around him in case you make a mistake and he decides to beat you within an inch of your life because of it? That isn't what Zexion and I share!"

"I know, I know. But he actually said it last night. He said he actually loved me."

"Maybe he just doesn't want to see you leave him. Maybe he thought you were getting fed up with his crap. I know I would have left him ages ago."

"But that's just it. I'm not you. I'm not loveable or social. No one else would take me if I were to leave him. I'm a rotten piece of trash who deserves a lot worse then what he dishes out."

"Who's putting ideas like that in your head?!"

"No one needs to put them up there when I am only speaking the truth. His beatings are the best I could wish for at this point. I'd rather feel the pain of his fist then nothing at all."

I'm in the middle of a breakdown
Watching you scream
In the middle of a breakdown
Screaming at me

Marluxia brings his hand to my face, connecting with a harsh, stinging slap against my cheek. I was finally sent sprawling to the ground, tears biting at my eyelids from shocked pain. He gasps, not even realizing what he has done until I scuttle away from him like a beat pup.

"Vexen? Vexen! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"

"How do I know that? How do I know you aren't just going to turn out like him?" I screech, backing up against the wall. I shake when he reaches out, tears now falling freely from my jade orbs. Never would I have thought he of all people capable of hurting me. I trusted him. But, because of that trust, I allow him to wrap his arms around my shaking, bawling form. Feeling my cheeks heat up when I realize he is rocking me, comforting words being hushed into my ear, I know what I must do.

By the way
What made you think you'd have it your way?

By the way
Don't say I didn't warn you
That I'll always stay the same

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Heart beating savagely in my chest, I sit, waiting, on the couch opposite the door - the one that I laid you down on last night. I want you to come through that door but at the same time I don't. My hands are writhing in each other, sweating profusely. I can feel the butterflies swirling around in my stomach, battering at the lining with their pristine wings of dust.

The lock clicks and the wooden barrier swings out of your way. You stop when you see me sitting where I am, an eyebrow quirked high in slight confusion.

Speechless and frozen
Uncomfortable silence again

I shift my position so that my aching back isn't quite as straight as it has been for the past twenty minutes. Now that you are actually here, standing in front of me, I come to a loss of words. You take my hesitation to turn and hang your long, black trench coat on the coat-rack beside the door. I close my eyes and bring a hand up to cover my mouth so that I can go back to thinking about what it was that I was waiting to say.

"Vexen? Something up?"

(What did I do to make a scene so gory?)
(I'm no better than the ones before me)

I know you'll hurt me. I don't want you to come near me. Shifting away from you when you get close, I feel the slight buzz of anger that surrounds you. A small shudder works its way through my body and I wonder how long it will take for you to get impatient. Not long, apparently, as you grab onto my shoulder, shaking me until I look at you.

"L-Luxord... I ..." Your name stops me cold. I can't do it. I lose my nerve and a new tear gathers in my jade eye.

"Vexen," you snarl out." Tell me what is going on."

"So quick to jump to conclusions, aren't you?"

A slap to the cheek is all it takes to shut me up. "What are you doing, Vexen? Why are there suitcases by your feet? A cousin staying with us or something?"

"Luxord, listen to me..."

I'm in the middle of a breakdown
Watching you scream
In the middle of a breakdown
Screaming at me

I squint my eyes, waiting for you to slap me again as you hate being told what to do. But you don't. That worries me more then if you had of hauled off and thrown me against the wall until I bled. At least that way I could tell what you were feeling.

"There isn't a cousin, is there?"

Your voice is so soft that it makes me shake. You let the grip on my shoulders slacken as you sit down beside me. You take my chin in one of your long, card-dealing hands, the other brushing away a falling tear.


By the way
What made you think you'd have it your way?
And by the way
Don't say I didn't warn you
That I'll always stay the same

I move my head from side to side slowly, letting my own hand fall to the handle of the suitcase nearest my foot. Not that I had that many belongings, I still needed two suitcases to take them all.

"I-I'm fed up, Luxord. I can't take it anymore. I-I'm ... leaving."

It's time we both knew
Can't stop what I started
This time we both lose

Your breath comes as a hiss as I state the last word. I take a deep breath and push away from the couch, getting shakily to my feet. But you can't have that, can you? You grab hold of my wrist and almost succeed in dragging me back down on top of you but I had braced myself for this. My toes bite into the carpet and I yelp, feeling almost as though my arm is being ripped off. I falter as I try to right myself and you take your opportunity, changing in a blink of the eye into the monster I know you as.


By the way
What made you think you'd have it your way
And by the way
Don't say I didn't warn you
That I'll always stay the same

Falling to the ground, I feel your weight shift to be on top of me. I yelp once more and the trickling tears come as a flood, making torrents down my cheeks. I feel myself be flipped onto my stomach and soon your breath is coming across my ear, causing me to cry out. Your hand weaves in through my blonde locks and tugs, yanking my face up off the floor.

"Shut up. You are not leaving! I forbid it! You are staying here for all eternity!"

Your free hand presses down on my lower back, making sure I stay in place as you bite at my neck, causing more tears to explode from my eyes until I think I can cry no more. I know you draw blood in a few spots as I feel the warm liquid trickling down my skin. "Can't let you leave. I can't!" There is a hint of hysteria in your voice as you straddle me, your hand working my jeans and boxers down enough to expose more of me. Your nails carve grooves in my skin, drawing more of the crimson life-force that rushes, pounding in my ears as I scream.

You press yourself against me before sitting on my hips, still stopping my movement while grabbing a pillow from the couch and shoving it into my still-screeching mouth, halting the loud noises. "You can't leave because I love you, Vexen. You can't leave someone who loves you."

Battered and bruised
Broken confused

You've had your way with me and now you are spent, tears leaking out of your eyes and you cause me to cry a weak, stifled whimper when you pull out. A single sob shimmies its way out passed your lips and you cringe. Walking away, shaking your head, you send me a final look before falling back into a chair in the kitchen. I know, without even having to see, that there is a bottle of vodka in your hand and you will be hammered soon enough. I take this as my time to move. Even though every cell in my body is protesting to the thought of leaving just because it hurts my body with all the newly inflicted scraps and cuts and wounds, I force myself up onto my knees, then to my feet. Pulling my pants up around my waist, my fingers find the cases and I drag them to the door. I take the time to grab my long coat that matches yours and slip into my knee-high boots.

"V-vexen?"

You're standing at the doorway to the kitchen, bottle in hand, just as I knew it would be. Your shoulder is resting against the wooden frame and tears are glistening in your icy blues. I shudder and jet my hand out to grab the knob.

"Vexen, don't go. Please? I-I'm sorry. I've been a horrid person! I know I have but I can change! I promise I can. Just don't leave me! Look, I'll even stop drinking! For you, I would!"

With this, you turn and go to the sink, hysteria still lining your voice. You glance back to make sure I'm still watching and break the seal on the surprisingly-unopened alcohol. The amber liquid bubbles from the bottle and down the drain. When the last drop makes its way from the glass, you look back at me. Your gaze sends shockwaves through my system and I want to drop everything and just run to you. But I can't. Not after what you just did to me. I shake my head and twist my wrist, causing the barrier to part before me. My name escapes your lips in a strangled cry but I hear no more as I slip away into the night.

The same, the same,
I'll always stay the same
(battered and bruised)
The same, (broken confused), the same

-

"Of course, of course! Marluxia, he's here! Come in, Vexen. Make yourself at home."

His kind voice makes me give a small smile despite the pain I'm in. The slate-haired man leads the way through the main hallway to where Marluxia is awaiting my arrival happily. His eyes go wide in shock, though, when they happen across the blood that spoils my clothes.

"Come, now, Vexen. Let's get you washed up."

I allow the pink-haired man to take me upstairs to their bathroom. He leaves me to clean my wounds. I take a glance in the mirror when I have stripped away my bloodied clothes and new tears - ones never thought possible after that torture- leak down my face. Scratches and bite marks line my back. I step farther from the mirror so as to take in my whole profile and shudder when I see the bloodied, ripped flesh of my rear.

I didn't warn you that I'd always stay the same

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TBC

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A/N: He's away. He's finally away from that monster. Poor Luxord. I really do love him. I just can't get away from the creepy rapist. –sighs- Ah well. Next time it'll be Bliss (I Don't wanna know) again by Hinder. The plot just flitted into my mind. Want it out? Review. XD At least tell me what you thought of this fic. I liked it. Although, Vexen did get raped. Poor thing.

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