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Yet another multi-chapter Kingdom Hearts fic. I know, I know, I shouldn't be taking on another big project at this point, but this one won't be anywhere as long as Mansion. It's definitely darker and will actually attempt to hold a bit of meaning. There will, of course, also be plenty of tasty smut.

I swear to god, I am working on Mansion by the Sea, and it should be up in a few days, with a scene that a lot of readers have been waiting for. But in the meantime, check this out.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Dumb and Horny


I rolled over, blinking furiously and wondering what had woken me. A moment later I heard the tinny ringing of my cell phone, the blue light blinking at me from across the room. It was a generic ringtone, boring and anonymous. I wasn't the kind of guy who customized.

Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes and scratched a hand through my lank hair. A hand clenched onto my knee, but I brushed it aside. The lump sleeping next to me muttered something and rolled over. I scooted myself along on my knees, reaching out toward the bureau, snagging the phone with the tips of my fingers.

"What?" I demanded, voice thick with sleep. Phone protocol wasn't to be expected at three in the morning.

There was a slight pause, nothing but static, and I almost hung up. But then a voice spoke up, thin and frightened even through the awful connection.

"M-Mr. Leonhart?"

I frowned. "Yeah. Who's this?"

"Sora Kingsbrook—f-from third block Modern Philosophy?"

"I know who you are, Sora." Students always seemed to assume that just because we weren't in school, I automatically blocked them out. I wish. "Is something wrong?"

"No!" Sora said, and it must have been an automatic response, because a moment later he rectified it. "Yeah, there is, I mean…you have a car right?"

"Yeah," I said, not much liking where this was going.

"Do you know where the North Street Port is?"

"Yes," I said, managing to keep most of the distaste out of my voice. The North Street Port was advertised as the bad part of a town, and it lived up to its name: a scattering of nightclubs, titty bars, and brothels. The police had made an attempt to clean it out a couple of years ago, resulting in several cop killings and about a dozen more threats. Now the attitude had become 'don't ask, don't tell'.

"What the heck are you doing down there, Kingsbrook?"

"I c-came with Riku," Sora stuttered, by way of explanation.

I racked my brains. "The platinum blonde?"

"S-silver, actually, but it doesn't matter. He's in a lot of trouble, Mr. Leonhart, and I don't know what to do."

"Why don't you call his parents?"

"He doesn't have any, just an aunt who's probably so drunk at this point she couldn't drive."

"What about your parents, Kingsbrook?"

"T-they're out of town. Please, Mr. Leonhart, I don't know what to do!"

I almost told him to call the police, but if I thought about it realistically, I knew there would be no point. Sora wouldn't do it, and anyway, it would most likely make the situation worse.

"I'll be there in ten minutes. Be careful."

Sora stammered his thanks and hung up.

I snapped the phone shut, rubbing my eyes and blowing my breath out in an agitated sigh. Why me?

"What was that about?" came a voice through the hazy darkness.

"Don't worry about it, Cloud, just something I got to help a student with. Go back to sleep."

Cloud muttered something that sounded like "I'll eat the toaster" but probably hadn't been. He buried himself back in the blankets.


As I backed out of the driveway, I cast my mind around for memories of Riku. Silver hair, Sora had said. Silver hair…it wasn't that common. Riku Erickson? Yeah, that sounded about right. There was a Riku Erickson in my fourth block class, some kid with way too much eyeliner and an unwillingness to just accept that punk was dead. He never said anything, just sat in the back doodling. I don't think he'd ever raised his hand once since the semester started.

Another fucking burn out. Great.

The drive to the North Street Port took longer than I'd expected—who knew there would be traffic at three o'clock in the morning? The place was still crowded and alive this time of night, swarming with people and nearly screaming 'bad idea. You don't want to be here!'

I turned onto the street closest to the water, and caught sight of Sora, waving his arms back and forth and jumping up and down. The people on the sidewalk were looking at him like he'd sprouted a second head. I parallel parked and climbed out of my car, checking twice to make sure it was locked. I knew that wouldn't stop a particularly determined vandal, but I didn't plan on being inside for too long.

"Where's your friend, Kingsbrook?"

Sora didn't belong in this place, that much was certain. He was small and skinny, with spiky brown hair that looked like it had never seen a comb. His eyes were big and blue, and though they usually radiated with sincerity, they were wide and scared today. That, more than anything set him apart from the rest of the pile.

"H-He's in here," Sora said, relief washing over his face, as if he believed that, now that the grown up was here, everything would be fine. I didn't think I deserved that kind of blind confidence, but I didn't make an effort to disenchant him.

I didn't catch the name of the club as we walked in, but the moment the door opened I was struck in the face by a wave of sound and energy. The music was so loud the base echoed through my chest, forcing my heart to beat along with it. It was dark inside, flashing lights creating a strobe effect that distorted everything and made me feel dizzy as Sora and I waded inside, skirting the dance floor. Sora slipped ahead, leading the way toward the back.

A woman in a short pink skirt wobbled up to me on three inch heels. She threw her arms around my waist, turning alcohol-fogged eyes up at me.

"Hey, baby, you wanna fuck me?"

I pushed her back a little, not wanting her to drool on my T-shirt. "Not particularly," I said, detaching her from my torso and turning back to Sora.

"Let's go," I said irritably.

Sora nodded, continuing to the back and going through a door marked 'staff only'.

The back room smelled like pot and cheap vodka. There was nothing inside but a black couch, stuffing bleeding from wounds in its sides. A bare lightbulb cast a dirty yellow glow over a scene that made my stomach curl.

There was a kid draped over the couch, head tipped back, silver hair spilling over the arm. His eyes were closed, face turned up. He was a good-looking kid, even completely fucked up and passed out. He had to be the only remotely attractive part of the situation, because the rest was just downright rank.

There were too other guys on the couch, one with blonde dreadlocks and a dirty wife beater, the other a redhead dressed all in leather. They were both around my age, I guessed, and they were both pawing over the kid like he was a brand new toy. The one with dreadlocks was rubbing his hands over a smooth bare chest, like he was reading brail. The guy in the leather had his pants unbuttoned, kneeling between the kid's naked thighs. It didn't look like he'd done anything yet, but I wasn't anxious to see what was next.

"Get the fuck off him," I growled. Sora looked at me, shocked. Despite the situation, I nearly laughed.

The two guys barely glanced up. Leather was gripping the kid by the legs, raising his ass up off the couch. The kid was hard, but that was no reason to assume he was enjoying himself.

"Hey!" I yelled. "You hear me, assholes? Get the fuck off the kid."

Dreadlocks finally looked up. His eyes were glazed over with something more than alcohol. He was flying, alright.

"Calm down, fucker," he slurred. "Ya wan' a piece of 'im too?"

"Me first," Leather mumbled, rearing up on his knees.

Enough was enough. I let a fist fly into Leather's face. The guy choked, falling off the couch, pulling the silver-haired boy with him.

"Riku!" Sora yelled, finally daring to run to his friend. Riku blinked, raising his head groggily.

"Get the fuck out of here!" I hissed, voice as low and dangerous as I could make it. The two guys looked at each other, then slunk out. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. If they'd both decided to fight me, I wasn't sure if I could have taken them. Luckily, they'd been like most rapists. Cowards.

"Get his pants back on," I said, kneeling down next to the boy and zipping his black vest up. His pale chest was covered in bite marks and little sores.

"They were burning him with cigarette butts," Sora said, voice empty of emotion, but I could see the shame in his eyes. He'd stood there and let them do all of this to his friend.

"You did the right thing, Sora," I said, feeling a little awkward. I wasn't good at this comforting shit. "They would have hurt you too."

Sora didn't answer. He was busy pulling up Riku's tight jeans and buttoning the fly. The boy groaned slightly as his erection was forced back into his pants, eyes fluttering. He didn't smell like alcohol.

"Special K," I muttered.

"What?" Sora asked, his voice an octave higher than usual.

"Ketamine," I said, my disgust plain. "The date rape drug. Did he have a drink?"

The whites were showing around Sora's pupils. "I think he had a beer," he answered.

"Someone put something in his drink," I explained, picking Riku up, relived to see he wasn't completely limp. "Goddamn it, I thought he was just drunk."

"Is…" Sora swallowed. "Is he gonna be alright?"

"He should be," I answered. "But I think he should go to the emergency room, anyway."

Sora's eyes widened. "No! No…he'll test positive for… some drugs…besides the ketamine."

I straightened up, Riku in his arms, one hand curling around his bicep. "What were you guys smoking?" I sniffed.

Sora shook his head, making his spikes bounce. "Pot, just pot, nothing dangerous. Please don't take him to the hospital."

"Sora, do you want your friend to die?"

"I won't die," came a hoarse, lazy voice. "I just need to sleep it off."

I looked down at the boy in his arms. "How the hell are you awake?"

"It wasn't Ketamine," Riku mumbled, eyes fluttering. "It was something else, I've seen them use it before. It just makes you dumb and horny." The boy smiled. "That feels good. Rub harder."

I jumped. My hand was nestled between his legs. I slid it away, settling on grabbing his ass instead. The lesser evil.

"Where do you live, Erickson?" I asked.

Riku jerked his head back and forth, and it took me a moment to realize he was shaking his head 'no'.

"Can't go home…aunt kill me. Jus' leave me here."

"No fucking way," I said. "Those freaks will come back. Can he stay with you, Kingsbrook?"

Sora shook his head furiously again. "No. My housekeeper will call the police."

I had to hold back an angry exclamation. I didn't need this. "Alright, he can stay with me. I'll drop you off, Sora."

"Thanks, Mr. Leonhart. You're a great teacher."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah."


I stumbled into the house at four o'clock in the morning, my arms still full of fucked up teenage boy. Riku hadn't spoken for much of the ride, though he'd answered questions whenever I'd asked them, mostly to see if the kid was still alive. His limbs still weren't functioning correctly, and his little problem hadn't gone away.

I could see it clearly, straining against the front of his pants. Dumb and horny was right.

"What the fuck is that?"

I glanced up, embarrassed I'd been staring at the kid's crotch. My boyfriend, Cloud Strife, was standing at the foot of the stairs. He was wearing nothing but boxers, his spiky blonde hair tousled from sleep, and if I hadn't had a juvenile delinquent to deal with, I probably would have jumped him right there.

As it were, I just answered, "Student."

"What's wrong with him?" Cloud asked, following me into the living room while I lay Riku on the couch.

"You're the med student. You tell me."

Cloud frowned, going to his knees beside the couch. He put a hand on the kid's forehead. Riku's eyes fluttered open, focusing on Cloud.

"Hey, sexy," he muttered.

Cloud let out a surprised laugh. "He's drugged as fuck, Leon."

"Is that a medical term?" I asked, helping him to his feet. "Do you know what the drug is?"

"Not without a blood test. You should take him to the hospital."

I made a rather desperate gesture. "He doesn't want me to."

"Well, that sucks to be him, Leon, 'cause he could die." Cloud looked very serious. "It doesn't matter what he wants."


So…what do you think? Anybody want me to continue? If so, the next chapter will probably be up in a couple of days. This is going to be an odd mix of romance, drama, and even some sci-fi mixed in there.