Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. Never have. Never will.
Warning: Language is pretty much it in this chapter.
Back to the damp wall of the alley, his head between his legs, he stank of beer and sweat. His hands gripping his hair, quiet sobs escaping from his mouth. His cerulean blue eyes stared emptily to the ground, even as tears leaked uselessly from his eyes. His clothes were torn, and his heart broken. All that was left for him in this alley was to die.
However, that day, fate had a different plan. Didn't it always?
Hoarse chuckles echoed down the alley, but Roxas didn't look up. His tears stopped, but the sobs didn't. He barely registered as the sound of footfalls got closer, or the filthy cloud of smoke that was sent in his face.
"Hey look! It's the fag! What's wrong, little Roxas? Poor little Sora leave you? Did he disappear? Where'd the other fag go?". A hand dragged Roxas upwards by the collar, pulling his face up to the other man's. Roxas didn't even respond. His body sagged underneath him, and his head rolled to the side, like a mannequin.
"Look at me, you little shit! Where's Sora?" a thud resounded as the man punched Roxas in the gut, screeching in his face. A flicker of life returned to Roxas's features.
"He's dead, din't ya know?" Roxas chuckled darkly, and his eyes focused just for a bit, the sadistic glint in them making his eyes appear darker, black instead of blue. Then they rolled back in his head, and the man dropped him.
"You lying little fag! Tell me where he is or your sorry little ass can be my hood ornament." He laughed at that. The great prodigy, Roxas, strapped to the front of his beat up chevy like a prized deer.
Something in Roxas snapped. His body retained its tension, slowly rising from the ground. His attacker was still laughing to himself, oblivious of Roxas's recovery. Standing up, his shoulder's hunched, Roxas leaned against the grimy wall of the old building. A flash in his hand revealed a keyblade. One that shouldn't have been in his hands. It should have been in Sora's.
A/N- Ok, so this is my first attempt at fan fiction! Slap me, kill me, do whatever you want, but please review! The reviews will help me write the next chapters much faster! Also, yes, this is in humor, it gets better. I just have to get out the drama before we can have the bad puns and horrible humor.
Listening to as I wrote this: Disturbia by Rihanna.
