A/N: Ok First off. Their ages are based of their FF ages.

I just feel like we needed some Leon whump.

Warnings: abuse and attempted non-con

Edit: I miss this story. Going back through it to fix it up and make it easier to read. Enjoy.

Broken Kittens

The sun started to lower over the broken Radiant Gardens as evening grew closer. A hot summer breeze blew through one of the many work sites used to rebuild the city. Dust kicking up and brushing against Leon's leather pants.

He was tired, sticky and covered in grime from working a twelve-hour day. He wanted to go home and sleep but knew that wouldn't be able to happen because tomorrow was Yuffie's birthday. Though, they were celebrating tonight and with his quickly growing headache from the sun's heat, he just couldn't take a party tonight. It was bad enough that they invited Sora and all his friends to come over tomorrow.

Sighing, he closed his tired eyes and put his palms to the wooden work table in front of him; arching his back in a stretch. He was so exhausted he felt like just collapsing on the table and taking a cat nap but that wouldn't be right.

Head pounding as he was lost in thought about the up-coming party he wished to avoid, he didn't notice the sound of people walking up to him or the scraping noise from where they pulled his gunblade away from its place against the table next to his leg. He was completely unsuspecting of the person that suddenly yanked him backwards by a handful of his chestnut hair. Refusing to yelp in pain, he instinctively reached for his weapon but it wasn't there and someone grabbed his wrists. His resisting right arm was yanked back with such force and at such odd angle that there was a distinctive snap in his shoulder as his wrists were forced behind his back and tied with a piece of braided cord used for construction.

"Settle down, kid!" A command was growled at him and his hair was yanked again. Doing his best to look behind himself, he saw three of the men that often helped with the restoration work.

"What do you want?" The words were flat sounding yet forceful as they fell from Leon's lips. He received a slap to the face in reply.

"For you to shut up! We're tired of being bossed around all day by some punk kid who thinks he's greater than everyone else." One of the men snarled as the one holding him threw him to the hard ground, smacking his head against it.

Leon could see them all clearly now, three of his best workers; Herith, Francis and Dirk. The men were well muscled but not overly buff, had he not been tied or disoriented from the smack he was sure he could take them. Stuck in his foggy thoughts, he did not see the foot that slammed into his stomach; forcing all the air from his lungs.

"You think you're so great, don't you, kid?" Dirk yelled as he landed two swift kicks to Leon's ribs, he was reward by a repressed grunt of pain as there was a slight cracking sound following the second kick. Pain shot through Leon, making him gasp desperately for air, only to inhale some riled up dust from the ground that made him cough painfully.

"You should learn your place. Kids don't order adults around!" Another man, another kick; things were starting to blur together. Suddenly, he was flipped over onto his back so he could look at them. They all leaned over him and Herith folded his arms over his chest as he asked a question.

"Got anythin' to say for yerself?" Leon gritted his teeth against the pain and gave them a steely glare.

"That's what we thought!" Francis snarled as all three kicked him in the left side, effectively flipping him back onto his stomach. They heard Leon give a strangled cry of agony as he landed on something sharp. Shaking his head to clear it as best he could, he looked to his side with hazy vision to see red seeping onto the dirt but he couldn't dwell on that. He was yanked to a kneeling position by his hair.

"Hey, be careful, we don't want to kill 'im just rough him up a bit." One of them mumbled as they pressed their fingers to the new wound; it was to the side of his stomach, "Guys, there's something stuck in the wound."

"Leave it, serves him right." Their words all began to slur together as Leon's head began to swim, he felt like retching. As his mind began to slip so did his cool, his exhausted body started to struggle against them and the pain they caused.

"Settle down, brat!" He refused to comply.

"What, don't wanna listen to your elders, eh?" He was pulled a standing position by his bad shoulder, making him involuntarily yelp as they began to drag him somewhere, "We got ways of making you submit." The dragging pulled his wound against the shard of metal stuck in his gut, making the spot of red on his white shirt grow as the blood began to flow more rapidly down his abdomen and leg; leaving a sticky trail in the dirt. His graying vision stopped him from seeing where they had taken him and what he was now leaning against.

"Now, kid, you gonna behave and listen to us?"

"G-get lost…!" Leon's voice was weak from the pain and loss of blood, the coppery liquid beginning to pool in his throat; making it sore.

"Wrong answer." One of the men grabbed his hair and forced his head forward. Leon smelled water and barely had time to hold his breath as his head was forced under. While under, he heard a muffled reprimand and suddenly felt a knee collide with his stomach. Making him gasp as the metal was forced further in, resulting in him gasping and swallowing water.

He was dragged back out, letting him painfully cough up the accumulated blood and water that got stuck in his throat and had been threatening to rush into his lungs. Once he expelled the liquids, he gasped desperately for air but it was cut shot as he was forced under again and pulled back out a few more times. Once he was pulled the last time, he was pulled against one of the men's chests as his head swam again and spots mixed with the gray in his vision. Suddenly, a chill ran up his spine as he felt the hand of the man hold him massaging his left hip.

"Ya know, you're pretty cute all wet and soaking like that. Kinda like a sick kitten after a bath." The hand slipped under his damp shirt to run callused fingers against his clammy skin, "It didn' hit me til today how pretty you are. You're barely male at all, aren't you? Such a feminine body; the way your hips curve ever so slightly and the way you try to swagger in order to stop the slightly girlish way you walk…" Though he was barely conscious at this point, Leon didn't like what his ears were hearing but he had no reserve strength to fight back as he was dropped to ground on his back.

"Dirk, what you doing!? That kid's a minor!"

"A pretty minor." Leon could hear Dirk chuckling as he felt his legs forcibly spread until someone was sitting between them, "Now help me get these ridiculous belts off him!"

"You sick pervert, you're on your own!"

"Yeah!" Leon could hear the other two started edge away but he couldn't concentrate on them as his mind began to fill with panic as Dirk hurriedly fumbled with his many belts; Leon was incredibly happy that he had decided to wear so many today. Though panic and a sense of violation began to rise in his chest, he could still feel the weight of his trusty belts fall away and someone begin to rip at his leather pants. His brain had become so fuzzy from blood loss that he couldn't remember who was doing this to him, or who the oddly comforting voice belonged to that called out to him. He was just so relieved as his attacker was suddenly gone from touching his body. Cause for panic gone, his mind went blank, yet glorious unconsciousness would not come.

~KH~

The sky was getting darker as Cloud walked up to the construction site. He was here to look for Leon and bring him home, the girls would have Yuffie's birthday dinner ready soon. He was not happy nor was he particularly angry about having to come out here, he just wondered what was taking Leon so long to come home.

He finally walked up to where the younger man's work table was and stopped to call to him. When no reply came, he looked around. His pulse started to race slightly as he found Leon's beloved gunblade lying in the dirt and a trail of blood nearby. It was here that he heard someone laugh and two others arguing but could not make out what they were saying. He quickly picked up the discarded blade and sprinted for the voices.

"What's going on here? Where's Leo-!" He started when he got close but cut himself off as he looked down at the men that had turned to him. His pale cheeks went red and the mako glow in his eyes intensified with anger at what he saw: a familiar figure in black leather lying beaten and bloody with his legs spread wide as a man tried to his pants open.

"Get away from him….!" Cloud's somewhat flat voice now filled with anger as the two men off to the sides began to back away in fear but the man between Leon's legs only smirked at him.

"Wanna go with this pretty boy first, buddy? I'm willin' to shar-!" The man didn't get to finish as Cloud seemed to fly towards him and rip him away from touching Leon. Lying Leon's gunblade down softly, Cloud gripped the man painfully and pulled out his buster sword.

"You're lucky you get to live today but if you ever come near him again I'll kill you if he doesn't first, understand!?" The words were an angry growl more than anything else. The man looked into the glowing blue eyes with such fear that he could only nod and run for his life once Cloud finally released him. Turning back to Leon as the men ran away, Cloud kneeled down gently next to the shivering younger man.

"Leon, calm down it's alright now." Cloud was depressed and distant most of the time but that didn't mean he didn't know how to be gentle and compassionate. He reached down slowly and wiped soaking bangs out of the brunette's face with one hand while moving his other hand to the wound on the younger man's stomach. Leon desperately tried to pull away from the other man's touch in fear but stopped and let out a pained cry as Cloud finally touched the wound.

"I know it hurts, Leon, bear with me. I need to check it." He ran his hand soothingly through the brunette's hair to calm him down, lifted up Leon's shirt to check the wound. The blond was quickly horrified to hear Leon whimper, he NEVER whimpered, as Cloud pressed the wound only to feel something sharp poke his finger. His stomach churned as he realized something was still lodged in the wound and would need to be taken soon; he had to get him to the house somehow.

"I'm gonna pick you up but you gotta stay still, I'm not gonna hurt you. Do you understand?" The younger man nodded slightly though Cloud could tell by the cloudy look in his eyes that, that his compliance seemed to be more from a subconscious fear of being abused again. Cloud's heart sank; he'd never seen Leon so scared and helpless before. He picked up Leon's discarded belts and stuffing them in a pocket then grabbed the gunblade and put it in his own sword sheath with his buster sword before turning back to Leon, He gently pushed an arm under his legs and back, lifting him gently. The brunette let out a pain and bloody cough as the blond picked him up, accidently jostling his wound.

"It's alright." He started to leave the work site and hurry for the Restoration Committee's base as fast as he could, trying no to hurt Leon too much more.

~KH~

There was a loud banging on the door to Merlin's house. Sighing in frustration at being pulled from her cooking, Tifa rushed for the door. Grumbling as she opened the door.

"Cloud, you better have found that good fo-! Oh my gawd!" Tifa shrieked as she opened the door to see Cloud holding the wounded Leon in his arms.

"Tifa, help." The words were flat but not uncaring.

"Aerith, we need you!" Tifa called to the flower girl that was working in the kitchen. Aerith and Yuffie came running only to stop in their tracks at the horror before them.

"Leon!"