Author's Note and General Warning: Rated Strongly for later chapters; expect: Sex, Drugs, Rape, Violence, Language, Self-Mutilation, Suicide Attempts, Hatred, and anything else your mother told you not to accept from strangers.
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Classification: An Adult Fic; expect nothing less.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any affiliated characters, references, objects of the like, etc. I hereby disclaim everything relating to Square Enix's Kingdom Hearts in every chapter of Behind Closed Doors from this point on.
000 - Prelude
I used to make things happen.
Of these waxen hands; of every dirt-flecked molecule that darts, in haste, to keep my shambled shell afloat; of any flux that dare breach my stolid heart; who could and would command the dank defenses of what once portentously presented itself at the most prestige of omnipresent leagues, has now fallen.
Sora.
The all-pervading prick of honey-tapered harmony.
My constant instability, and so my curtailed reign.
If any, once, sought spectacle higher than myself, let him justify my tumble.
Fuck; I commanded sin.
With yielding flick, a ceaseless peak rose on rogue-toothed heels and tipped itself before my foot.
When I did but cough, a whirlwind bane spout acrid bile whose interminable terror spanned dimensions.
Rage bore midnight Hellhounds, bounding shadow-paws through monochromatic dreams that encompassed and destroyed.
Night without the glitzy glamour of heavenly bodies broken Eterna; and I cast my minions to fashion a New Order.
Even the stones, torrid in all their blundering worthlessness, would shuffle their ranks, bite their loss, and hide.
From me.
No more.
I try.
I can't.
Sora.