A/N: Ideas for story plots always come to me at the strangest hours of the morning. I have a feeling this one's going to be fun.
Disclaimer: Oh the things that would happen if I really did own these games.
Prologue
The room was dark and the curtains were drawn. Axel sat up and ran a hand through his hair, letting the sheet on the motel bed fall to his hips. He looked to the empty space on the bed beside him. The sheets were thrown back in evidence of someone's former presence.
"Hmm…gone. No surprise though," he said as he stood and stretched. He picked up his pants and boxers from the floor. "And she took my shirt. Faaantastic." He began to sift through a leather bag lying on a chair in the corner of the room.
"What the…" Axel picked up his bag and dug hastily through it. "That fucking whore! She stole it!" he dumped the contents of the bag onto the floor then dropped the bag.
"Shit!"
The door to the motel slammed open revealing two cops.
"On your knees! Hands behind your head!"
"Fuckin' hell. What now?" Axel sighed and slowly began to kneel but one of the officers pushed him down while the other cuffed his hands behind his back. Another officer slowly walked into the room carrying a clipboard.
"Oh, Axel, what am I to do with you?"
"I don't know, James, what do you usually do with people like me?"
"You're not eighteen yet so I can't put you in jail. I don't want you there anyway."
"Where do you want me?"
"I want you at home, off the streets and out of these damn motels."
"Well these 'damn motels' are a hell of a lot better than my piece of shit home. How did you find me anyway?"
"I had a little help," the officer grinned.
"Do tell." James side stepped showing a young girl, scantily clothed. Axel gasped, "You little bitch! How could you steal my shit then run to the cops? Was last night not good enough for you?"
"Shut him up."
An officer behind Axel hit him hard with the butt of his pistol on the back of his head. Axel fell forward unconscious. The girl whimpered as Axel collapsed. James wrapped an assuring arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry. You did the right thing."
"What's going to happen to him?"
"I'll figure something out. Are you his girlfriend?"
"Oh no! I just…my brother is a crack addict and I don't want anyone to end up like him."
"Axel isn't exactly a crack addict as much as a sex addict. He just sells drugs and that will get him in more trouble than he can imagine. I just wish I had a good place to put him."
"Sex addict? Don't they have a rehab center for that?"
James looked from the other two officers to the unconscious teen on the floor.
"Yes…that sounds fantastic."
'Holy hell…where am I? Who is…that?' Sora stared at the boy currently taking a long drag off a joint. The boy slowly exhaled then held the joint out at arms' length. Sora continued to stare then looked at the sheet covering his own body.
"Do you want this?"
Sora lazily glanced at the other sitting against the wall.
"Why are you…um…crap…you naked?"
"Same reason you are…smoke?"
"I'm naked?" Sora lifted up the sheet and peered under it, "I am. Yeah…smoke."
Sora rolled over and stared at the carpet momentarily before crawling toward the other boy. He took the joint and laid down on this back. He inhaled and closed his eye before slowly exhaling and passing the joint back.
"Why are we naked?"
"Mmm…last night…you were my bitch."
"Oh. Did you pay me?"
The boy chuckled, "Nah…we just got high. Thanks."
"For what?"
"Joint."
"Oh. What's your name?"
The teen started stroking Sora's hair as he took another long drag.
"Ian."
"Ian?"
"Yeah?"
"Where are we?"
"Um…your room…I think."
"Oh. Mom's gonna be pissed."
"Do you want the rest of this?"
"No."
"Alright…"Ian sighed, "I'm leaving." He gave Sora's hair one more ruffle before reaching for his clothes. He slipped his pants on and grabbed his shirt. He stumbled out the door while pulling his shirt on. A middle-aged woman stopped him as he was slowly putting his shoes on.
"Where's Sora?" she asked.
"Who?" Ian never looked at her. She leaned toward him but pulled back when she caught his scent.
"Get the hell out," she ordered.
"Bye."
She stormed off to Sora's room and burst through the door. She quickly focused on his naked form lying on the floor.
"Sora! Who the hell was that?"
"Um…I can't remember."
"You're high, aren't you?"
"Hmm?" he became interested in the ceiling.
"I'm so tired of this, Sora," she picked the sheet up and walked over to the teen, tossing it over him, "this is it. You need to be in rehab."
Sora tore his eyes away from the ceiling and watched his mother. "Rehab..."
"Yes, rehab, because the only way you're staying in this house is if you're sober."
"Oh, okay."
"I don't care if you're high. I'm making sure you stick to your word."
"Okay."
"Hey," the bartender knocked on the bar beside Riku, "wake up, buddy. It's closing time. You need to get outta here." Riku say up and moaned as he rubbed his temples. He glared at his empty galss that the bartender slipped away.
"You don't look too good."
"I dun tell you how t'live your life. Leave me 'lone," he snapped.
"Are you sure you don't want me to call you a cab?"
"Pissoff!" Riku slowly rose and stumbled out the door.
"Whatever you say."
Rikue meandered down the sidewalk, mumbling to himself and shooting dirty glances at other people just passing by. One of those people happened to be a police officer seated in his car. The officer used Riku's drunken swagger as a good enough reason to stop him. Riku leaned against a nearby car and began to rub his eyes. As the cop walked up to Riku he reached out and caught the teen as he tipped over. Riku stood and pushed the cop's hand away.
"Sir, have you been drinking?"
"C'mere an' tell me whacha think."
Riku smirked and pulled the officer close then blew into his face. The cop coughed and waved his hand around attempting to move the odor elsewhere. "Hoooly shit. Well, I suppose we can forget about the breathalyzer test."
Riku chuckled, "Ya think?"
"How drunk are you?"
"Preeety damn drunk, Po-po."
"I just needed you to say it. Turn around."
The officer pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put a hand of Riku's shoulder, trying to turn him around.
"Fuck off." Riku shoved his hand away.
"Not tonight," the cop easily over powered Riku in his drunken state. He slammed him chest first into the car and cuffed him. He then escorted the teen to the patrol car and helped him into the backseat. Riku mumbled obscenities all the way to the police station.
Roxas' mother bustled about the kitchen, preparing dinner. She turned the stove off and wiped her hands on dish towel. Roxas was sitting at the table with his head propped up on one arm.
"Roxas, come fill your plate."
"Actually Mom," he stood and pushed his chair under the table, "I'm not hungry."
"You? Not hungry? You must be sick. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I ate a little while ago."
"Whatever go on," she waved him away with a smile. He smiled back and walked off to his room. After he closed and locked the door, he laid on the floor beside the bed and began to search beneath it.
"There you are," he pulled out a metal lunchbox and opened it. Inside were syringes and wide rubber band. Roxas leaned against his bed and wrapped the band around his left bicep. He picked up a syringe, brought it to his face and flicked it twice, swishing the liquid. Pleased, he ran a finger over the selected vein and readied the needle. Footsteps were heard outside his door. He froze until they passed.
"Door's locked…right," he whispered. Roxas slipped the needle into his arm and sight in relief as he pushed the drug into his vein. He tossed the empty syringe to the side and untied his arm. Footsteps passed by his room again but Roxas just eased himself onto his bed, forgetting about the lunchbox.
"Hey Roooooxas!"
Roxas stared at the doorknob as it began to jiggle.
"Mom! Roxas has his door locked!"
"You'll get over it, Demyx."
"No! I have to show him this right now!"
"Then go knock on the door."
A loud pounding on Roxas' door resonated throughout the room.
"Roxas! Open up! You've gotta see this!"
The lock on the doorknob popped up allowing Demyx to open the door and get a full view of Roxas and the open lunchbox.
"Hey Roxas! What is…that?"
Demyx walked over to the lunchbox and looked at its contents. He picked up a needle and stared at it briefly before setting it down and jumping on the bed. He grabbed Roxas' arm and ran his hand up the inside.
"What the hell…this is perfect, just perfect," he whispered. Roxas just stared at him as he jumped off the bed and dashed out of the room. "Mom! Come here quick!"
"What? Demyx, I'm eating."
"Just come here!"
Demyx returned with their mother.
"Look!"
She rounded the corner into Roxas' room the gasped. "Roxas!"
He glanced at her then lifted his left arm and focused on where the needle entered.
"Out! Get out! I don't want a druggie staying in my house!"
"Mom wait!" Demyx say on the bed beside Roxas, "don't kick him out. I'll take care of him."
"Take care of him?"
"What will you do with me, Dem?" Roxas said quietly, letting his arm drop.
"Um…I'm not…I'll put him in rehab. I hear there's a nice one that's about a twenty minute drive from here. Just let him stay Mom."
"Rehab? You'll make sure he gets clean?"
"Of course."
"If I find anymore drugs in this house, he's out. I can't deal with him after I put up with your father for so long."
"Yeah…I-I know Mom but at least we have a chance to make Roxas better, unlike Dad." Demyx looked from his mother to Roxas. Their mom sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Go get a phone book and look up the rehab center." Demyx nodded and kneeled beside the bed, closing the lunchbox and handing it to his mother.
"Why the hell would he do this?"
"We'll find out in rehab."
"How?"
"I…um…I know someone ther that can tell me about how Roxas is doing."
"Who?"
"You don't know him."
"Alright just go call."
"Yes ma'am!"
Their mother left and Demyx sat on the bed beside Roxas. His voice lowered as he spoke, "You've really fucked up, Rox. Not just for you but for me, too. I've got to be even more careful around Mom now."
"Who's that guy you were talking about?"
"That's gonna be me. I'll think of something to get me in there without Mom finding my drugs."
Roxas nodded.
"I'll go call. Enjoy your high. It's going to be your last one."
A/N: Believe it or not, I've never done drugs. I wonder where my drug knowledge comes from. I am a little lacking in the heroine department though. But it's not like I'm complaining or anything.