Disclaimer: I, Sora's Sacrifice, do not own Kingdom Hearts (none of 'em!) or any of the characters or creatures in it. This is just a fanfic! That is all.
A/N: Okeydokey then. Ano...yeah. I had an urge to type this, and would have been out sooner, only my internet stopped working. BUT, it's back on now, so yay! Ok, well, enjoy, and please R&R!!
Warning: This story contains child abuse. Also, Kairi, Namine and Selphie are going to be brats in this story.
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Broken
Chapter 1: Making a New Friend
"Dad, calm down!" Sora said, taking a step away from his father.
"Don't you tell me to calm down, do you understand me?" His father asked, his voice harsh and stern. Sora nodded, and before he could say anything, his father yelled.
"Do you understand me?!" Sora took a half step back, now afraid of his father.
"Y-yes..." Sora said quietly, nodding slightly. His mother had died just a couple weeks ago, and his father hadn't been himself since. He hadn't actually hurt Sora physically, but he had been a lot meaner and yelled a lot.
"I said, 'do you understand me'?!" His father yelled, taking two steps closer to Sora, who now looked very helpless netnd scared.
"Yes!" Sora said, a little louder this time so his father could hear him. Apparently Sora's father thought he was yelling, and took the back of his hand and slapped it across Sora's face. Sora fell to the floor, that's how hard the hit was, his hand holding his now red cheek. Tears burned Sora's eyes as he looked fearfully up to his father.
"D-dad?" Sora asked, his throat dry and his voice scratchy. His father walked up to him and kicked him in the side, causing Sora to yelp in pain.
"Don't you yell at me!" His father yelled, getting ready to kick Sora, again.
"I-I'm sorry..." Sora whispered, clutching his now sore side after another kick from his father. Tears streamed down Sora's cheeks as he attempted to sit up, feeling the pain in his right side where his father had kicked him hard, twice. Through blurred vision, he could see his father going into the kitchen, probably going to get some drugs. That was another thing. Ever since his mother had died, his father had also been drinking.
Sora slowly stood up, wobbling slightly. His hand was still on his red cheek, rubbing it slightly, in an attempt to make it stop hurting. Sora lived in a two-story house, and his room was on the second floor. Sora walked over to the staircase, trying to walk fast, up them, and into his room, in an attempt to get away from his father. After what just happened, and his father now getting drunk, he really didn't want to be around him.
Sora sat down on his bed, wishing he had a lock on his door. He sat there for a while, unsure of what he should do. After a while, he heard footsteps coming towards his room. Sora's eyes darted over to the doorknob as it started to jiggle. His heart beat fast, as the door began to open. It seemed as though it was going in slow motion to Sora, though it was really opening quickly.
His father stepped into Sora's room, drunk, and his eyes seemed to be searching for something. His drunken gaze finally landed on Sora, who was sitting terrified on his bed, and his brows furrowed. He walked forward, throwing his almost empty bottle aside. Sora flinched slighty as the bottle broke, peices of shattered glass everywhere.
His father walked closer to him, each step moving slower and slower in Sora's mind. Every second ticked by as though it was an hour, tormenting Sora to no end. His father's larger body hovered over him, as Sora closed his eyes tightly, getting ready for pain. But he would never be ready...
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Sora's alarm clock beeped loudly, waking Sora from his slumber. Sora shot up, eyes wide with fear, and looked around his room frantically, expecting his father to be there. Sora sighed in relief when he realized he was the only one in the room.
He reached over and turned off his alarm clock, silence taking over his room. Sora sighed and closed his eyes, opening them again and getting out of bed. He walked over to his small dresser, taking out a pair of clean clothes, exited his room, and headed over to the bathroom. Sora used to have his own bathroom in his room, but his father made him move to a different room, which was downstairs. It was near the kitchen, and the bathroom was just down the hall, which only contained a few rooms.
After taking a shower, and changing into his fresh pair of clothes, he returned to his room, drying his hair with a small, blue towel. He looked at his alarm clock, that was placed on a small table beside his bed, and threw his towel on his bed and grabbed his backpack once he realized what time it was. Crap! I am gonna be sooo late! Sora thought, racing out of his house and hoping he didn't miss the school bus. Yes, even though Sora's father abused him, he still let him go to school. He figured that it would be kind of suspicious for Sora to suddenly stop going to school. Of course, he changed schools, soon after his father started abusing him. He didn't have any friends at his new school, and the other teenagers there weren't exactly nice to him.
Sora cursed himself for being so slow when he figured out he had missed the bus. Sora tried to think of what to do, and after kicking 'asking his dad to drive him to school' off the list, he decided to run. Sora ran as fast as he could to Destiny High, his chocolate brown, spiky locks flying everywhere.
When he finally reached the school, it was about 7:45 a.m., and his school started at 8:00 a.m. and ended at 3:00 p.m.. He had somehow made it there on time, actually a little early. Sora walked through the doors and into Destiny High.
There were crouds of teenagers on either side of the hall, blocking the way of many lockers. Sora looked around and finally found his locker, walking towards it and realizing there were three girls, with other people surrounding them, in front of it. The three girls in th middle were the most popular girls in the school, and were all total brats. They were very mean to Sora, and no one ever tried to stop them when they teased or bullied poor little Sora, and he was too nice to fight back (A/N: Not actually fight fight.).
"Um, excuse me..." Sora said quietly, trying to get someone's attention. They were all too busy talking to notice Sora there.
"Excuse me." Sora said a little louder, getting slightly impatient. After no reply still, Sora furrowed his brows slightly and took in a deep breath.
"EXCUSE ME!!" Sora yelled, hands balled into fists at his sides. The crowd of teens looked at Sora, annoyed.
"What do you want, Soreass?" A girl with auburn hair, about shoulder height, asked, crossing her arms across her chest and looking at Sora with digust, the other two girls following suit. Sora gulped, his throat suddenly very dry, and attempted to speak.
"I-I..." Sora said, his voice very hoarse. Sora cleared his throat and spoke again.
"C-could you please m-move?" Sora asked, feeling small, weak and helpless.
"We'll move when we're done, Soreass!" A girl with brown hair that went upwards at the ends spat.
"O-ok. Sorry..." Sora said, backing away from the small group.
"Hmph!" Said the girl with brown hair, sticking her nose up in the air and turning back around to face the rest of the group.
After a while, the school bell rang, signalling it was time for classes to start. The small group that had been keeping Sora from getting to his locker left to go to their classes, going their seperate ways until after class. Sora jumped up from the small bench he had been sitting on, close to his locker, and rushed over to his locker, quickly putting in and taking out the things he needed to.
Once done, Sora slammed his locker shut and raced to class, praying he wouldn't be late. Sora hadn't been in this school for very long, only a couple weeks or so, so he figured the teachers would probably go easy on him for a little while longer, but he didn't want to make a habit of being late. Of course, it wasn't exactly Sora's fault this time, or any other time, except for once, when he accidently woke up late.
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It was lunch time, and Sora was making his way to a table by a trash can, where he usually sat by himself. He just so happened to be walking past the table that The Three Brats, as Sora liked to call them in his mind, Kairi, Namine and Selphie, were sitting at, and Kairi, the meanest of the group, was sitting on the end. Poor Sora didn't notice her sticking out her leg, and before he knew it, he was face flat on the ground, his blue backpack on top of him.
Sora heared a fit of laughter come from almost the whole cafeteria. Sora stood up, embarrassed looking around to see everyone laughing at him. Sora blushed and hung his head low, slowly walking over to his lone table. Little did Sora know that someone else was playing the same trick on him. Before Sora knew what was happening, he was yet again on the ground. He was tripped twice; he fell for the same thing twice!
More laughter could be heard, and Sora swore he even heard the cafeteria ladies laughing at him. Sora stood up, blushing even more, miserably.
"Haha! He fell for the same thing, twice!" A voice cried out with laughter. Sora looked around, and then rushed out of the cafeteria, away from all the laughter and teasing coming from the cruel teens in his school.
Sora burst through the front doors of Destiny High, searching for somewhere to go. He didn't stop running, he just kept going. He was tired of this. He was tired of being picked on. Ever since he started going to Destiny High, he was picked on. He hated it.
Sora finally reached a small beach near the school. The water was blue and the sand was warm, and there were some palm trees and rocks around the area.
Sora ran to the water, and when he was at the edge of the waves, he fell onto his knees, the tears he was holding back sliding down his cheeks. Sora tried to wipe them away, but they kept coming. God! Why am I such a baby?! Sora thought, still sobbing.
"Crying isn't going to do you any good." A voice said from behind Sora. Sora's eyes widened and, tears still streaming down his face, turned around to see Riku, probably the most popular guy in school, standing behind him, arms crossed across his chest, looking out to the lake. Sora gasped, and the silver haired boy, who was about 1 year older then Sora, looked down at him. Sora looked around and then pointed a questioning finger to himself, looking up at Riku.
"M-me?" Sora asked, unsure if Riku was actually talking to him or not. But he must have been, seeing as how there was no one else around.
"Yeah, you." Riku said, bluntly. Sora looked at Riku, clearly confused as to why Riku was standing behind him, or even acknowledging Sora's existence.
"C'mon, get up." Riku said, looking back out to the ocean. Sora nodded and obeyed Riku, standing up, sniffling.
"So...you wanna head back to the cafeteria?" Riku asked, turning to leave. Sora sighed and shook his head, signalling he meant 'no'. Riku, who was still looking at Sora, even though his back was turned, raised his brows and turned around to face Sora again.
"What? Why not?" Riku asked, crossing his arms again.
"Because..." Sora mumbled, looking down.
"Because why?" Riku asked, growing slightly impatient.
"Because everyone hates me and they'll all make fun of me..." Sora said, a sad expression on his pretty face. Riku smirked and uncrossed his arms.
"They won't tease you if they see you with me." Riku said, pointing his thumb to himself. Sora looked up, very much suprised with what Riku just said.
"H-huh?" Sora asked, but Riku was already turning to leave.
"C'mon." Riku chuckled, walking towards the school. It took Sora a moment to get over the shock of what just happened, but he did, and ran after Riku.
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When Sora and Riku reached the cafeteria, lunch was about half over. When the other teenagers saw Sora with Riku, they weren't sure what to think. Sora followed Riku to a table, consisting of Seifer, Fuu, Rai, some other popular teens at that school, thoughnot as popular as Riku, and The Three Brats, Kairi, Namine and Selphie. Sora hesitated while taking a seat next to Riku, feeling very unsure about this.
When Sora sat down, The Three Brats looked at him with both disgust and confusion, as to why he was sitting at their table. Riku acted as though Sora wasn't even there, eating his lunch and starting a discusion with Seifer, that Seifer started, about who was hotter and why.
Sora was starting to wonder if he should leave. He felt very uncomfortable sitting with them, but no one was teasing him, so maybe it was worth it. And Riku was the one who invited him to sit with them, so if he left, it might make him upset or something, and Sora didn't really want to deal with that.
So, Sora sat there, untalked to, until Riku decided Sora would be the judge.
"Hey, you," Riku said, gesturing to Sora.
"Yeah?" Sora asked, a bad feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
"Who is hotter? Me, or Seifer?" Riku asked, right to the point.
"Uh..." Sora said, a suprised and kind of scared expression now plastered on his face.
"I don't know," Sora said, not wanting to make either one of the boys mad.
"Why don't you ask a girl?" Sora asked, confused as to why Riku had asked him in the first place.
"I did." Riku said, cracking a smile. Laughter could be heard from that table, as Sora blushed and tried to hide it. When Riku was done laughing, he noticed Sora's misery, and decided he had been through enough already.
"Aw, c'mon. I was just joking." Riku said, patting Sora on the back. Sora managed a very, very, very small smile as he looked at Riku, still very unsure about him.
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When school was over, Sora was thankful to get out of that dreadful place. Of course, he wasn't thankful for long, when he remembered what awaited him when he got home. Did the whole world hate him? It seemed like that to Sora.
Sora sighed when suddenly he heard footsteps coming up from behind him. The person came closer and closer and closer until...
"Boo." It was Riku, and he was standing behind Sora, who had stopped, with his face beside his ear. Sora turned very sharply, and when realizing it was Riku, his confused face that seemed to keep popping up that day came back.
"R-Riku?" Sora asked, confused yet again.
"The one and only." Riku said, walking forward, expecting Sora to follow, which he did. Riku stopped and waited for Sora to catch up, and when he did, started walking again.
"So...where's your house?" Riku asked, looking at Sora questioningly. Sora gave him yet another confused look, and and Riku shook his head, looking forward and laughing a little.
"M-my house?" Sora asked, still looking at Riku.
"Yeah, y'know, the place you sleep in. Well at least, I hope you sleep in it." Riku teased, smirking. Sora blushed slightly and pointed in the direction of his house.
"Why do you want to know?" Sora asked, the bad feeling returning to his stomach.
"Uh, so I can go to it, maybe?" Riku asked, acting like it was obvious.
"No!" Sora said, stepping in front of Riku, causing him to stop walking.
"No what?" Riku asked, furrowing his brows slightly in confusion.
"You can't go to my house!" Sora said, now looking very panicked.
"Why not?" Riku asked, raising a brow.
"B-because..." Sora started, looking around for some sort of idea. His father told Sora to never bring friends over to their house, and if he did, he knew he was going to get a big punishment, of course, he couldn't tell Riku that.
"Because...?" Riku asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Because...because...uh...because my dad is sick and I don't want you to catch anything." Sora said, desperate for a good excuse.
"Then I'll just stay away fom him." Riku said, uncrossing his arms and pushing past Sora. Sora followed him, very much panicked.
"What's your name, anyway?" Riku asked, looking over at a very panicked Sora.
"Uh, Sora." Sora said, trying to think of a way to stop Riku from going to his house.
"Hmm..." Riku said, stopping and waiting for Sora to take him to his house. Sora stopped and looked at Riku questioningly, then he remembered that Riku didn't know the way to his house, so as long as he didn't take him to it, then he wouldn't be punished. Well at least, not for that.
"Um..." Sora said, trying to think of what to do. His father was expecting him home right after school, and if he went somewhere else, then he would be punished. But if he took Riku to his house, he would be punished. Either way he would lose. Sora sighed. He wasn't sure which one was worse. If he didn't go home, then he would keep Riku from going to his house, but then he wouldn't get his work done, and he would be punished, but if he did go home, then he could still get his work done, even though he would take Riku along with him, which might lessen the punishment.
"This way." Sora sighed, turning right. Riku nodded and followed Sora to his house.
When they reached Sora's house, Sora gulped and walked up the steps to the front door, opening it, and walking inside, Riku close behind. When they got inside, Riku started to look around.
"Hmmm..." Riku said, throwing his black school bag down on the floor.
"So this is where you live?" Riku asked, looking over at Sora who was walking down a hall, past the kitchen, and into his room.
"Yep." Sora said, not at all proud of where he lived. Riku followed him into his room, which had blue blankets and pillows, a large window near his bed, a small, navy blue dresser, a small closet, and plain walls.
Riku looked around his room like it was pathetic, which it was compared to Riku's room, and sat down on Sora's bed. Sora put his backpack down and looked at Riku, kind of afraid of what he was going to say next.
"Look, Riku..." Sora started, scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah?" Riku asked, leaning back on his hands for support.
"If you see my dad, uh..." Sora continued, looking up at Riku.
"Don't-uh...don't--" Sora started, but was cut off by Riku.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry. I won't freak out your dad." Riku said, his eyes searching Sora's room.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that..." Sora mumbled, walking out of his room and heading into the kitchen, where a big mess awaited him. Riku followed, putting his hands in his large pockets.
"Woah! Do you have to clean all that?" Riku asked, eyes widening at the big mess in the kitchen.
"Well, y'know, since my mom is dead, and my dad is working a lot, I do. But I don't mind!" Sora said, smiling sheepishly and dumping something into the trash can.
"You don't?" Riku asked, amazed at how he couldn't mind cleaning.
"Nope!" Sora chirped, trying to be as cheerful as possible about his lie.
"Wait--" Riku said, something that Sora had said registering in his brain.
"Your mom is dead?" Riku asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. Sora looked up from his work and nodded, standing up and walking over to a dirty counter.
"Yeah, she is..." Sora said, looking down at the counter. His eyes were now full of sadness, and a kind of longing. Riku furrowed his brows slightly.
"Sorry..." Riku said, avoiding Sora's gaze. Sora snappped out of his slight daze and smiled at Riku.
"It's ok!" He chirped, turning his attention back to his cleaning afterwards. The front door knob started to jiggle all of a sudden, and Sora froze with fright. It was his dad. Sora was hoping he would be stuck at work until Riku left, but unfortunately, he wasn't.
Riku turned to meet confused and slightly angry, green eyes, staring at him, and then darting towards his son, who was smiling sheepishly.
"Hi, dad..." Sora said, waving a little. Sora's father nodded, and looked to Riku.
"This is Riku." Sora said, gesturing to Riku. Riku smiled a little and nodded. He didn't think that someone as nice and helpless as Sora would have such a stern looking dad.
"Hello, Riku." His words were as sharp as daggers, cutting right through both Sora and Riku. Sora hurriedly continued cleaning, hoping his father would have mercy on him.
"Hi." Riku said, his voice almost as cold as Sora's father's. Sora's father almost snarled, and Sora gritted his teeth together.
"Well, I'm going to go to my room. Don't bother me," Sora's father said, turning to leave the room and go upstairs.
"It was nice meeting you, Riku." Sora's father finished, walking up the stairs and into his room. Once he was gone, Riku turned bac to Sora, a confused look plastered on his face.
"Sora," He began, looking at the slightly panicked, spiky headed teen.
"I thought you said your dad was sick?" Riku asked, raising a brow.
"Oh!" Sora said, realization hitting him like a bom; unexpected.
"I guess he, uh...I guess he got better." Sora said, smiling sheepishly and returning to his work.
"Uhuh..." Riku said, giving Sora a suspicious look.
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After Riku left, and Sora was done with his cleaning, he headed to his room, plopping down on the bed. A little while later, he heard his father coming towards his room. Sora froze, his eyes widening. He should have been expecting this.
Sora's door opened and in stepped his father, an angry look on his face. He slammed the door behind him and walked towards the bed, Sora sitting up as fast as lightening.
"Sora..." Sora's father said, getting closer to Sora with each step he took. Sora looked up at him fearfully, he felt like a small, helpless puppy, with an abusive owner.
Sora closed his eyes tight, getting ready for the worst. But he would never be ready...
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A/N: Well? What did you think? Was it good? Hmm? Hmm? Please review and let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! Please stick with me and this story! And please review!
P.S. No, this is not Soriku. This doesn't really have a pairing. But hey, who said that a good story has to have a pairing? Oh, and I hope you guys don't mind me making Kairi, Namine and Selphie brats, of course, there wasn't that much of them in this chapter. There might be more in the next chapter, I dunno. Anywho, please review!
P.S.S. I wasn't really sure what to name this story. Could you guys please help me think of another name for it? Thanks! Oh, and I need at least 3 reviews for this chapter to continue.