PET

Chapter 1

Blood trickled out of the wound at the impact of the whip on bare flesh. A cry, which would have thought to have been heard, but was obviously ignored. "Please... stop... NAHH!!" Tears flowed freely down reddened cheeks. Another crack of the whip, another bloody stripe. As the whip was pulled back, finally this session was over and the victim collapsed onto the cold floor. Yes, this happened often, sometimes worse, sometimes a completly different tourture, always the same victim.

Sakura hair dropped over narrow shoulders and pale hands fell limply to the sides of a thin figure in a dark black outfit. A small whimper escaped the man's delicate lips and he cringed at the feel of the leather on new wounds as he headed to open the door.

"Mar-Mar!" a voice squeaked as number XIII appeared in the doorway.

A smile spread across the man's lips, hiding the pain.

"Roxas, how are you?"

The young blonde boy's smile flipped to a pouty frown.

"Have you seen Axel Mar-Mar? I can't find him anywhere..."

The man shook his head, reaching out and ruffling the boy's hair.

"I'm sorry Roxxy, I havn't."

"Okay, I'll go look somewhere else. Thanks anyway!"

The childish grin returned to the boy's face as he turned and ran off down the hallway.The door closed and number XI walked back into his room, sitting down in front of the mirror, face revealing the pain once again.

"Why do you let him do this to you?" He mumbled to himself, "Marluxia, you idiot..."

Marluxia, The Graceful Assassin, Number eleven in a group known as Organization XIII. Some members distrusted him where others followed him, and one... tourtured him, yet, he spoke cheerily to everyone. Marluxia exited his room, So what if nobodies didn't have emotion? It still didn't stop this nobody from grinning. As he wandered slowly down the hallway he felt a soft tap on his shoulder, he cringed and squealed lightly. The touch had hit one of his fresh wounds, as if the leather scraping against it wasn't bad enough. The man turned around to find out the source of the touch. A frowning male stood before him, bright red spikey hair and tatoos under his eyes uniquly featured the one who had just arrived.

"Axel..." Marluxia said, once again masking his pain from the other member with a sweet smile.

"Marluxia, have you seen Roxas? He e-mailed me but I went to his room and he wasn't there."

Marluxia nadded and his smile dissappeared.

"Ow..." he muttered, grabbing at his shoulder, only causing more pain.

"Marluxia are you alright?" Axel questioned, placing a hand on his other shoulder and leaning down to look him in the face which was downturned and twisted in pain.

The man just nodded and lifted his head.

"What's wrong?"

Marluxia just shook his head.

"Something's wrong, I can see through that fake smile."

"Seriously, I'm fine, don't worry about it..."

A sigh escaped the pyro's throat,

"Fine, so you said you saw Roxas?"

Marluxia nodded and pointed down the hallway,

"He was actually here looking for you only a few minutes ago."

"Okay, thanks..."

Axel muttered turning and heading down the hallway leaving Marluxia behind.

A grimace distorted Marluxia's perfect face when he was finally alone again. He reached up and pulled his cloak away from the area that pained him. As he moved the material he realized it was slightly damp and upon it's removal from the flesh, Marluxia stared at the bloody mess that covered his shoulder.

Violet eyes stared up at the pink ceiling wearily when suddenly the door creaked open and a tall figure stepped into the doorway. Dark blue hair and an 'X' shaped scar on his face revealed it to be the Organizations number VII, The Luna Diviner, Saix. Marluxia's whole body quivered nervously.

"Marluxia, come." the other male demanded in a deep voice.

Marluxia just nodded and stood up, following Saix out if his room and down the halls.