AN: Hello, everyone, and welcome to my new Kingdom Hearts story! Despite the fact I haven't finished the other two… Anyway, I am happy. I beat Kingdom Hearts 2 in five days! WOO-HOO!

Disclaimer: I don't own it. End of story.

Summary: Three districts. Three lifestyles. Three gangs. Graver, Thorn, and Jenova never did get along very well. But what happens when two boys from separate gangs fall in love? Everything's thrown into chaos. AU. Shonen-ai. LC, RS, one-sided SeiferLeon, one-sided SephirothCloud, and mentions of past CloudTifa and a LeonRinoaSeifer triangle… I think that's it.

Warnings: Language, sharp, pointy objects, which would also mean violence, sexual suggestions, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, alcohol, cigarettes, drugs (and any other illegal thing you can think of), depressing themes, suicidal thoughts and attempts, and character death (but not of suicide; that person doesn't die). Doesn't it make you all warm and fuzzy inside?

Ooooon with the stoooory! I had too much sugar… Parts of the prologuewill be in Riku's point of view, but Leon and Cloud are still the main people. Oh, and the second part of the prologue is in the past, before Riku's part... Oh, you'll understand when you read it!

Traverse Town was a peaceful city during the day. A constant flow of cheerful chatter and friendly hellos washeard almost everywhere you went. Your neighbor waved to you every morning as the kids ran along the road to play. No cars to disturb them. No smoke to pollute the air. It was the perfect picture. That is… until night fell.

The town consisted of three districts. The upper class lived in the Third District or Graver territory. The middle class resided in the Second District, Thorn territory. And last, but damn well not least, was the lower class, otherwise known as the Jenova territory. The adults who lived in these districts got along just fine and it would seem the kids did too. But Graver, Thorn, and Jenova were all high-school gangs that absolutely despised each other and wouldn't hesitate to kill if necessary. Many lives were lost when the lights went out and the police, the stupid idiots, still had no clue that they were behind it.

Graver, the ignored rich kids, was one of the most well equipped of the three. They had top of the line weapons and outstanding technology to back them up, but few of them possess the skill it takes to rule the city. Their leaders are Seifer Almasty and Squall Leonhart, two of the slim number that can live up to their words and as deadly as they come. But during the daylight hours they were the most respectful and polite teenagers you could ever meet.

Thorn, the caught in the middle kids, was the weakest of the three when it came to killing. In fact, not one death had been caused by their hands. Human emotion still seemed to linger in this group and they just didn't have the heart. But they made up for it with theft and defacing property, speed and agility their most valued features. Their leaders are Aerith and Yuffie, the swiftest of the district. But during the day they were the clumsiest girls you had ever seen.

Jenova, the used and abused kids, had the best fighters. They didn't need weapons to take out the enemy. All they needed was a small dose of adrenaline and a weapon and you were as good as dead. The whole gang war was supposedly started by this pleasant little group, grudges against the Gravers pushing them to violence. Not that any of them had good tempers on a regular day. Add stuck-up rich kids to the mix and you had pure-breed murderers. Their leaders are Sephiroth Jenova (hence the gang name) and Cloud Strife, utterly the cruelest of them all. But when the sun came up they were the most laid-back people you could ever have the pleasure to speak with.

As I said, it was rumored that Jenova had started all this madness. Something about Sephiroth killing the girl that both Seifer and Squall (who goes by Leon since her death) were in love with. Despite the fact that they had previously been rivals, the two joined together in their anger over Rinoa's death and launched an attack on old Sephy's house. And after completely trashing it, they set out to do the same to him. Unfortunately for them, practically turning the town upside down only achieved in finding Sephiroth's best friend, Cloud. But since this was his best friend they figured-

Why not rough him up a bit?

That was until they noticed a girl hiding in the corner, watching fearfully as Seifer pulled out a knife. And even though they knew this girl didn't mean much to the Jenova leader, they definitely knew she meant a hell of a lot to Cloud. What was better for them than killing Sephiroth, you ask? Well… Killing his best friend's spirit seemed the best alternative. I hear that Cloud still has nightmares about Tifa's pleading screams as Seifer dug the knife into her chest. Poor guy.

But that's the bad thing. I feel sorry for him. I feel sorry for everyone in Jenova. The only problem being, can you guess it?

I'm a member of Graver.

"Stop daydreaming and get moving, brat!" a harsh voice shook me from my musings and I blinked as a pair of storm-gray eyes glared into my own aqua ones. "We only have a few minutes until he gets here."

I gave him an unimpressed look and pressed deeper into the couch cushions. No way am I leaving this spot.

"Fuck off, Leon. Just 'cause you're my roommate, doesn't mean you can order me around like a slave driver."

I can already hear that animalistic growl he always does when he's pissed building up in the back of his throat, but this time he doesn't let it escape. Just sighs and sits beside me with this half defeated, half annoyed expression. Wow, that's new.

"You're never going to give up, are you?" Leon murmured more to himself than me, rubbing the side of his face tiredly. "Completely hopeless…"

If you're wondering if you heard right, I do live with Leon. Have since I ran away from home three years ago. He found me in the Jenova territory on one of his missions when I was trying to steal some food from a greasy looking restaurant. Bye, bye, cold streets. Hellooo, high life. But the high life came with a price and I was almost immediately sucked into Leon's gang. At least until I came to my senses.I refused to do any work for Graver and started meeting an old friend of mine in dark alleyways at ungodly hours (three guesses who).

"If you aren't going to help me, leave. I don't want you to see this."

Today's mission: Pull enemy into false security and slaughter them. I wonder who the victim will be today?

"Hel… Hello?"

A timid voice at the door. Most likely the target.

"I'm here to discuss the treaty plans, Mr. Leonhart," the kid speaks up again, more confident this time.

But I don't really care if he sounds confident or not. Because I know that voice.

"Sora!"

This operation just got a lot more interesting.

Prologue: Why Don't You Just Kill Me?

"You want to what?"

Seifer raised an eyebrow at the brunet's indignant response.

"I want you to invite a Jenova over to make treaty plans. And then I want you to kill them while I watch."

Leon stared at him incredulously for a moment before finally realizing he was serious.

"When did you turn into sadist, huh?"

"Since the day my crack-head parents decided to have a child…" Seifer sneered unpleasantly, not liking the thought of his family at all. "Just do it."

He took a sheathed dagger from the inner pocket of his white trench coat and held it out, allowing a smug smirk at Leon's slight intake of breath. This was his personal dagger, a valuable piece of craftsmanship that his father had made for him before he was even born, and Seifer had never let anyone use it. He hardly ever used it, afraid that it would be damaged in a struggle. And now he was giving it to Leon to kill off some Jenova reject.

"Why?" was the only thing Leon could think of to say, cautiously taking the dagger from him. "Why me? And why now, of all times?"

"Because, Squall-" a short pause to snicker when Leon glared at him, "You've been doing this gang stuff with me from the very beginning and never once left my side. I must admit, when Rinoa was alive, I hated you with a passion. But you've proven to be a damn good friend, despite everything I did to you."

Leon was surprised. This was the first time Seifer had ever called him an actual friend. And he wasn't sure if he liked it.

"But there is a specific someone I want you to kill… And I believe that my dagger fits him perfectly in beauty. Be quick, a swift stab to the heart should do. Pretty things deserve pretty deaths, don't you think?"

Leon, though he nodded, felt utterly miserable on the inside. Most people thought he was nothing but a cold stone statue that didn't care about anything, whether it happened to himself or others. But the only reason he did everything Seifer said was to get back at Sephiroth. At least… That's what he told himself.

"Oh, one more thing… I think our little rookie should watch. He needs to know what it feels like to be in a room with a cold-blooded murderer."

Seifer laughed softly and turned on his heel, disappearing down the deserted school hallway. Leon clutched the dagger in his hands tightly, rage that had been building up for years threatening to spill over. Resentment toward Seifer and an even greater anger at himself jabbed painfully at his heart. Because he was a murderer… And that was all he'd ever be.

"Why so down, Leonheart? All that bad karma finally come back to bite you in the ass?"

That voice was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. It only added to his already blazing fire, but he kept his mouth shut and tried to ignore them.

"What, no death glares? No lion roars? You just may be losing your touch there, Squall."

…That did it.

"AH!" the blond cried as his head hit the wall with a loud and resounding crack.

"Don't you ever call me that again, Strife," Leon said softly in a deadly voice, glaring down into slightly disoriented blue eyes. "Or I'll…"

Cloud shook his head to get rid of the dizziness, but then looked straight back at Leon with a heated glare of his own.

"What? Are you actually gonna kill me this time, instead of going after an innocent girl that had nothing to do with this? Well, fine… There's no objection from this end."

The hand around Cloud's neck loosened, but Leon kept it there.

"No… It didn't have anything to do with you or her. But I wasn't the one who did it, remember?" he said quietly, finally drawing back his hand. "I won't do anything to you as long as you stay out of my way when we're around other people. The only reason I'm even doing this is to get to Sephiroth, not you."

The blond blinked bewilderedly for a moment, then looked down as if he just realized Leon had stopped trying to strangle him.

"But…" Cloud mumbled uncertainly, quite at a loss for how to react. "I'm friends with him. Doesn't that… Make me an enemy?"

Leon glanced at him up and down before shaking his head.

"You don't look like much of a threat. I'll be going now… Tell Sephiroth to start making funeral arrangements."

…

"HEY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'NOT A THREAT'!"

The brunet smirked slightly as the school entrance doors swung shut behind him, muffling Cloud's angry cries.

"WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL ME ALREADY!"

And that just as quickly swept away his amusement. Cloud, from the very beginning of this war, had always been reckless in hopes of dying. The teenager asked him several times in the past to kill him, but he had never taken the requests seriously.

"I HATE YOU!"

But now he did.

AN: Sooooo… How was it? Please, constructive criticize is always welcome.