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Summary: I hate you...
Hatred
By: the critical blow
He huddled in a corner shaking like a leaf caught in a summer breeze. He fought back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he watched the lithe form before him close the door.
He should be used to this.
It shouldn't hurt.
But it still did.
Nobodies weren't supposed to feel pain.
But he did.
He watched as the cloak fell to the ground, and then the black shirt, and then the pants. Next it was his turn and he did his best not to cry. He was gripped roughly and he was yanked to his feet. Rough hand shoved him against the wall and he tried his best to choke off the sob rising in his throat but he still heard.
And he laughed at him.
Roxas glared at the man before him and the man merely smirked back smugly. That smirk made a feeling rise in his chest, a feeling that made him feel... hot. Made him feel like he wanted to hit and to kick and to hurt. Made him want to hurt him. He wanted to make him pay. But he knew if he did that it would only be worse. So much more worse that he feared he wouldn't be able to walk for weeks... just like Demyx hadn't been able to after he got through with him.
"What's with that look?" He asked.
"..." Roxas said nothing and glared at the wall. And then it began...
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Roxas found himself huddled in his corner again, tears spilling down his cheeks, as he watched him get dressed again and open the door to leave. Roxas watched him begin to go and shakily gathered his cloak around himself in a pitiful attempt to retain some decency.
"...I hate you." Roxas growled. He paused before turning around and raising a brow.
"Come again?" He asked.
"I hate you." Roxas said. He stared at the boy a moment before he smiled. He seemed to take some sort of sadistic pleasure from the response.
"Glad to hear it." Xigbar said and walked out the door. He paused in the hall though and smiled almost warmly at the boy.
"That look on your face... It looks good on ya." He said and finally he was truly gone leaving Roxas to prepare for his next visitor. He crawled toward his bathroom to get washed up.
Xaldin hated to do him dirty.
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Sora glared at the cloaked man before him. His words made him uneasy. Remind him? He had never fought with an order member before so how the hell would he know who he was dealing with? Xigbar studied the key bearer's face andlaughed loudly startlingthe boyand his companions. Oh yes. He was definitely Roxas, if not with a new pretty little face.
He could just see the blonde glaring back at him.
"That's it. That's the same exact look he used to give me!" He laughed.
And with that he was gone.
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A/N: I'm not good with these kinds of fics. I dunno. I got the idea while playing KH II. I remember Xigbar talking to Sora, Goofy, and Donald at Hollow Bastion and... yeah. Crack pairings. I'm sure you can tell what they are. I dunno I always figured Roxas would be the Organization XIII's little plaything.
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- the critical blow