Title: mine all mine

Author: Digimon Empress Yaten (de yaten)

Notes: Written for the springkink community. Dark. Non-con. Language. Mentions of violence and blood.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or its characters. I don't claim to own them.

I can't believe you've finally come back to us, Roxas. To me the Organization. But here you are... right in front of me tied up nowhere to go, precious baby doll with that beautiful face baby-face, blue buttons, Roxie-baby and amazing body and so-so-so kind stupid whore is what you are, left me for what? for who? for them? beautiful eyes... beautiful eyes... well. You know how I feel about you right? I just told you, didn't I? I hate you hate you fucking TRAITOR TRAITOR TRAITOR love you. You know that know. You remember now. Yes yes I kissed you until you bled and screamed and said you knew who I was and loved me, loved me, me me me.

I'll admit, it took a lot of convincing to get you back - I had to beat you hurt you knock you out use a lot of words, a lot of punches so hard I heard you breaking reminders about your past, who you really are mine all mine and where you really belong. Number XIII. The Organization. With me.

Oh.

I know you feel funny, honey. But you got your skull busted open with my chakram hit your head, remember? Of course you do. We were playing around in the bedroom, like always on that goddamn clocktower with them they don't fucking deserve you don't love you like I do they've got hologram hearts and - oops! Smacked your head too hard against the headboard. I bet it smarted, huh? I gave you a potion that you drank-drank-drank it down and smashed the bottle against your head, pretty pretty glass like snowflakes made you so pretty and and and...

But that's why you're having trouble remembering me me me ME what's going on, sweetie. The Organization? Remember? Your real home? with me only me now for always and ever I know it's hard when you're confused... but you know I'm right, don't you? Nod you little shit Of course you do! Good. You couldn't forget me but you did you did god WHY if you tried! We're buddies, pals, best friends, lovers, partners through thick and thin...

I know you want those ropes off you're turning as blue as your eyes but you had a little accident last time and I don't want you to get hurt again! You ran straight out the door trying to get to him to her to them and you got yourself all-lll lost and turned around and you ended up back against the alley wall with heartless clawing up and in but there's nothing in your chest to eat a bit hurt. Nothing we couldn't fix with a little bit of accident prevention, though. I know you understand!

Now, I will take that gag off, because I know you've been waiting all day for me to come home so that we can play our favorite game! You know, role-playing. You pretend to hate me and I pretend to be angry and bruise your neck until it's black and blue and wheezing we roughhouse like boys, like friends, like soul mates often do.

"I hate you."

If you ever say that again I'll rip out your tongue - just try me I know you're joking. You always make funny jokes like that, haha! You're such a good actor. You're better at it than Demyx, even! ... that was a compliment, you know. It's only polite to thank people when they give you compliments and I know you 

don't want to piss me off little shit, I'll beat you and cut you and never kill you because I want you forever don't want to make me upset.

... oh, you! Now you're pretending to be scared so I can pretend to comfort you and grip your pretty blonde hair so hard it rips and blood, blood trickles down your scalp rub your head, kiss you bite me again and I'll knock your teeth out with a hammer and nuzzle your perfect bruised and blue, god do you ever fucking learn? cheek.

I love this game. All our games. You. I love you and if I tell you again it will be for the millionth time today. I know you loved me you used to, remember remember REMEMBER? then and you love me now. You just don't remember it all yet... but you will. I promise.

"... I hate you."

You know, if you still had eyes, I'd bet they'd be blue blue blue pretending to glare at me.