A/N: Yay! My first Kingdom Hearts story! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
Warning: Hardcore, dark, tragedy, much slash and abusive relationships.
BUT THERE SHALL BE SOME FUNNY MOMENTS!
(Later will include Sora, Riku, Axel, Demyx and many more!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom hearts, Disney, Final Fantasy etc. If I DID I would be rolling in money right now with Sora on a leash.

(So It Begins)

"That was the first time I did it…" Roxas said, his voice devoid of emotion. "It wasn't as painful as I thought. The initial shock is excruciating, but then it dulls and you fall into a kind of trance. It was an easy way to get money…people pay you more if you let them do you that way…Don't you understand?"

(FLASHBACK)

The two boys gently kissed, their naïve hands lovingly exploring each other's bodies, slipping under t-shirts and trailing over denim. One of the boys broke away with a jump, looking to the bedroom door, his ears pricked.

"Hey, relax …" The blond boy whispered to his boyfriend, cooing him to relax, while tracing a loving finger over his cheek. "My parents won't be home until nine."
"Yeah," the other one replied, letting out a sigh of embarrassment then smiling. "Sorry, it's just me being overly paranoid again."

"Don't worry about it…"

The blond teen reached up and cupped the other boys chin, pulling him back into their kiss, both of them melting away from the worry of the world in each others arms, consumed by mesmerizing passion.

"What the hell is this?!" A man boomed from the door. In a flash, the blond teenager sat up, white with fear, staring into his fathers enraged face. "Roxas!" No more words escaped. The father grabbed his son by his shirt and forced him to his feet, then turned to Roxas' boyfriend. "You! Get out of my house!"

"I…Roxas…"

After a moment of hesitation, the boyfriend was gone, leaving Roxas to be dragged downstairs by his father, crying the whole way. "Irene!" his dad hollered to his wife. "Come here and see your son!"

"Dad please…" Roxas pleaded feebly, between sobs, only to be shaken roughly to silence. Roxas' concerned looking mother entered the sitting room, glancing with worry between her husband and son.

Roxas' dad gave his son another harsh shake. "I caught him in his room with a boy!"

"Mum…I…." Roxas didn't know what to say, he was so lost in grief and embarrassment.

"Tell your mother the truth!"

His mother looked at her little boy with big eyes. "I can't help it mum," he whimpered feebly in return, avoiding eye contact.

His father growled with anger, giving him another harsh shake. "I brought you up well. I gave you everything you ever wanted and this is how you show your love in return!"

"Dad!"
"By sleeping with men!"
Roxas protested loudly. "I've never slept with anyone!"

"You are gay, Roxas!" His fathers words cut into him, making him feel hollow. "Do you deny it!?"

"I…I just…" the boy wept, unable to reply.

"Do you deny it?!"

After a moment Roxas lifted his head, his tropical blue eyes filled with tears of self-loathing and regret. Then his lips parted and his whispered; "No."

The rest was a blur. How he got to from his home to the streets was almost nightmare like. Shouting. Shaking. Crying. He remember his mother had tried to stand up for him, pleading to let Roxas stay. But his fathers mind was made up.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

"And how did I get here, you ask?" Roxas gave a short laugh, his eyes reflecting a dark, mysterious past. "You really wanna know? It's a story about punishment, love, regret and self-loathing." He took a moment, biting back on tears that were rising. Then his soft eyes formed into a harsh glare. "Alright, I'll tell you…."