Take the Fight Out of the Kid

Prologue

Canada used to be the place, immigration wasn't easy, but once you got here it was great, we had fairly good job opportunities. We were multicultural, and we had many, many religions under our belts. Unfortunately, it wasn't a utopia, and darkness was brewing and festering under the shinny surface. Apparently Canada was one of the largest drug producers in the world, we had the highest rate of 'suicides' that were found out to be 'homicides' and finally we had molesters just like everywhere else.

The government implored a crack-down situation, passing so many harsh laws against some of the things we'd always been allowed- like drinking at the age of nineteen instead of twenty-one, or driving at sixteen. We were no longer allowed to do anything until the government had gone through a hundred checks first, well you might have figured it out but as soon as the government does that it goes from being democratic to dictatorship. And I'll assure you, Canadians noticed.

It took less then a year for a full out revolution to take place and less then five for all forms of government to be destroyed and wiped out. The United States tried to help of course, Canada was an ally, but what could happen but the citizens of the United States and the rest of the world join in the fun and get rid of their governments too? There is no more queen of England, the princes and princess are gone, prime ministers and presidents, anyone who had a tie to government was offered life if they stepped down, but all the actual country leaders were killed- or went underground and were never heard from again.

So here I am; one hundred years from when it all started in the year 2020, it's now 2120 and life fucking sucks. I live in British Columbia- yeah, provinces and states kept their names, don't ask me why or how.

Unfortunately our society has deteriorated without government- our technology is still great though so don't worry about that- no flying cars yet, I'm sad to say. There are no flying cars mainly because there is no government funding for that kind of thing- ironic, ain't it? We've still got huge malls for the rich and slums for the poor, but it's sad when you look back and realize that the year 2012 is the current highlight of the human race, it's almost like we've descended back into the romance ages with electronics and guns.

But another upsetting fact of our society is that for most handsome and beautiful teens and men in the world, is pedophiles have discovered that young males are… what's the word I'm trying to say… better then females for… uh, repeated use.

When I was a younger kid, in my neighborhood we have three main choices for life: 1, go to the house where you would be repeatedly raped and molested. 2, Go into the various industries British Columbia offered children ages ten and up (the normal age for entering the work force might I add). And 3, die.

Now I'm going to ask you a question, and this question is pretty fucking big since it's decided my life up until this stupid point that I'm at now, it's the one I had to think about when I made the hardest decision in my life: who would you rather have? A crying dirty blonde boy, screaming only 'let me go!' and 'No Stop!' with a British accent that is gone from all the crying and screaming they've done. Blue eyes covered by pain induced tears as they feebly try and fight you off? Or a tall, muscled one who will moan when asked, eyes hooded but still heated with just a barely noticeable hate that is disguised as lust in his green orbs, Irish accent begging for more with as much fake realism as he can and a mane of engine red hair to grip?

I'll tell you who they chose though the reasons may take a while, I'll tell you my story in it's entirety, so sit back, relax and enjoy the horrid tale that isn't quite yet finished. So you'll be able to tell me yourselves, just how horrible my life has been and just how much you pity 'poor little me'.

Because if you want a happy ending, I cant yet guarantee you'll get it, since I think I've given up on one myself. To me, their for nothing but fairy tales, and I stopped believing in those long before this story starts.

AN: thank you for reading, and I'm putting the warnings for this fic here, they may be subject to change, but this is going to be the warnings in the long run:

1: there will be no graphic rape or intimate scenes but there will be mentions of both (possibly some fondling, I'm not yet sure about that)

2: swearing if a huge one. They are kids and swearing like sailors (I kind of blame Pirates of the Caribbean for that though)

3: I originally thought of this as a fan fiction, tried to write it as an original, then went back to fan fiction form (I'm sorry, but there may be mixed up bits in here somewhere.

4: you might want to kill me at some points because of the story (I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW IF IT'LL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING!)

5: Axel is the narrator, my last fic was from Roxas' point of view, so this is going to be from Axels.

6:graphic scenes are ahead, but no sex! I don't write that. There will be general gore and death.

7: I'm going to have OC's in here… there are going to be a lot of the games characters, but I'm substituting a few that I COULD have used with MY CHARACTERS so I can use the Kingdom Hearts characters where I really need them.

8: I have only played Kingdom Hearts games as follows: Kingdom Hearts I, RE: Chain of memories, 358/2 Days, Kingdom Hearts II. I knew nothing of Ventus until I started reading some fan fictions, so he's probably the only one outside of those games that I'll be using.

Thank you for reading the warnings and the prologue, I hope you enjoy the fic!