Warning: This is yaoi. Which means a story about either two boy's in love, or doing very naughty things are ahead. Viewer desecration advised. ^_^

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Author Note: Hello there lovely readers, yes, I should be in bed right now instead of writing fanficton. But I JUST can't help it! I've been in a very creative mood lately. So, here's my newest creation.

Summary: In modern-day society if you are different, then you get shunned. Twins Sora and Roxas are no exception. Separated a birth, longing for their other half, and abused all their lifes. Does the world hold anything for them? Are they just freaks like they are told? KHAOG is a place where all the 'oddballs' go. A place where they allowed to live in peace, without being picked on or pushed down, a place for them to make friends, and meet people just like them. What will KHAOG do for the twins?

Kingdom Hearts Academy For The Oddly Gifted was a very...different school.

Some didn't understand, some thought it was odd, some had no idea what to think, and some dreamed of the day they were sent an application.

"Kingdom Hearts Academy for the Gifted, hm."

"Um, mom, it say's Kingdom Hearts Academy for the Oddly Gifted. You're leaving the 'Oddly' part out."

"'Oddly gifted'? No, dear. Do you see there? It say's 'Gifted' there is no 'Oddly'. I swear you just get weirder and dumber each day."

Roxas felt the all to familiar heart sinking feeling, from his mother's harsh words. He tried so hard to not let the things his mother said get to him. Or at the least block them out. But it was pretty hard to do seeing as she acted like this all the time, and said horrible things to Roxas everyday of his life.

Roxas hated it. All he wanted was to get out. To escape. He new that this wasn't all his life was good for, being bullied by his mother, no, he knew there was something out there in the big world. That his life had purpose. He was going to get away. One day...

"Are you listening to me you little faggot?"

"W-what?"

"You better start paying attention before I lock you in your room without dinner again, understand?"

"Y-yes ma'am."

Roxas hated that damn room with a passion. Almost as much as he hated this women who Satan had decided to give him as a mother. She didn't deserve that name. Not at all. Mothers, at least form Roxas' understanding, were suppose to be sweet, kind, and loving. Which was the complete opposite of the witch that stood before him.

Roxas' mother stood over the counter in the kitchen that belonged to their small flat. While Roxas sat in one of the stools across from her. Roxas watched as the wretched woman looked over the letter from KHAOG.

"So did you tell them to send you this, huh? Are you trying to leave me? Are you, bitch?"

"N-No I-I-I-"

"Spit it out before I send you upstairs!"

"I-I-I didn't do a-anything! H-Honest! I swear!"

"Lying will get you nowhere, either."

"B-But I'm not lying!"

"You're a horrible liar."

"But I'm not-"

"Enough! Get your fucking ass upstairs, I've had it with you!"

Roxas kicked and screamed loudly as he was dragged by the woman upstairs.

"Be quiet!"

Roxas screamed as a hard fist met his stomach, and tears began to pour out of the crystal blue eyes. He was shoved roughly into the dark room that felt like hell, as the woman quickly shut the door, and locked the six padlocks she had installed.

"N-No! P-P-Please! I hate this room! P-Please!"

"Shut up, asshole! Little worthless piece of shit liars like you, deserve this! And you know it!"

"B-But I wasn't lying! P-Please!"

"Go fuck yourself!"

Roxas slowly slide down the back of his door, knowing that there was no hope now that he heard footsteps retreating. He closed his eyes as tears pooled out of the deep ocean like orbs, streaming down the face of a tortured soul. He cried heavier as the lights began to flickered tauntingly, until the darkness finally engulfed the room, leaving not even a speck of light. His mother had shut off the power to his room, leaving the rest of the house illuminated.

Roxas looked up, hoping for even the smallest ray of moonlight, but was disappointed. Remembering that she had boarded up the window, his only light source, a couple of days ago. Out of sheer hatred for him, knowing that he loved that window so much. It was all he had. The view, even though not the best, comforted him. But that was gone now. He doubted he'd ever actually get it back at this rate.

Roxas got up, and slowly felt his way around the room until he reached his closet. He reached up top, in the far back, for his secret stash of candles and matches.

But...felt nothing.

"N-No"

Roxas felt around frantically, but nothing ever met his speedy hands.

"NO! Dammit! Damn her! H-How could she? Why!?"

Roxas began to cry again as he backed up until the back of his knees hit his bed, in which he fell. Salty water continued to pour down the troubled boy's face, until he finally pulled the thin sheet over his head, and cried himself to sleep.

The next morning Roxas awoke to a banging on his door.

"Damn Brat, wake up!"

The deranged woman scoffed.

"I'm going out."

Roxas sat up as he heard locks being unlatched, and clanks from heels go down the stairs. He jumped as the front door was slammed shut with an audible 'BANG'.

He rubbed his tear-stained face, and winced in pain as his stomach lurched. But forced himself to get up anyways, ignoring the possibility of him bleeding internally. Roxas had no other clothes than the ones on his back. So he just walked downstairs. The house was covered in every kind of illegal substance you could imagine, and alcohol bottles. He closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore the horrid stench of pot that he despised so much. He opened the fridge hoping for there to be something, anything, to put inside his aching, growling stomach.

But there was nothing.

He explored the kitchen. Looking in places that one couldn't put food, and checking the same places he had just checked over again, just to make sure he hadn't missed anything the first time.

But there was nothing.

His stomach growled in displeasure. It hated this torture just as much as he did. Roxas had went hours, days, weeks, without food plenty of times. But it never turned out good. He usually ended up passing out, then getting abused for passing out. When it really wasn't his fault after all. She's the one who decided not to feed him.

Roxas looked at the clock, it was 7:00am, and he had exactly one hour to get to work. Knowing it would take him a good 45 minutes to get to the store he worked at, that happened to be all the way across town. He flew up the stairs as fast as he could with being injured.

Quickly undressing in the laundry room, and throwing his clothes into the washer. Then hopping into a freezing cold shower. It had been broken for as long as Roxas could remember. So long, that Roxas couldn't really remember the last time he had a nice, soothing, warm shower.

Roxas scrubbed himself with the used bar of soap, standing there, deep in thought, as he awaited the water to wash away the dirt, grim, and soap.

Roxas thought about how much his life truly sucked. But kept the thought of it being much worse, it being the only thing keeping him from hanging himself from the ceiling fan.

He snapped out of his daze, remembering he was probably going to be late for work at this rate. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist as he walked to the small laundry room. He threw his clothes in the dryer and leaned against it, as he waited.

"I know there's more. There has to be. There has to be more to my life. More than this. Anything."

'The letter'

Roxas gasped at both his thoughts, and the loud beeping noise coming from the dryer.

He quickly through his clothes on, after drying off, and ran down stairs. He searched the kitchen much like he had for food, but found no letter. On his expedition, he swiped a glance at the clock.

'Shit! I'm so late!'

Roxas, deciding to forget about the letter for now, knowing that money might just be a bit more important, he ran outside. Walking to the horribly untidy back yard, grabbing his checkerboard skateboard he's had since childhood, and raced away down the street to work.

The blonde arrived at work in the nick of time, racing to the back room where he found Hayner.

"You're late."

"I know, I know. I had a pretty rough night."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"...not really."

Roxas replied to the dirty blonde, as his stomach let out a very loud growl, begging to be fed. The dirty blonde chuckled at the bleach blonde.

"Here."

He handed Roxas a paper bag which read 'McDonald's' on it. Roxas' stomach growled again, as he looked at Hayner like he was an angel set from heaven.

"B-But I can't. It's your lunch..."

"Nah. I already ate. I got it for you. Oh, and, I switched shifts with you, so you have time to eat."

Roxas felt as if he would cry. This man, this man in front of him, if it wasn't for him, he would have never been able to survive in the hell they call life this long.

"Hayner...thank you."

He said as he wrapped his arms around the older boy's neck, and squeezed him tight. Hayner blushed at this, not really use to the action.

"A-Anytime. Now go eat."

He said, pushing him away as he walked out, already missing the warmth of the other. Roxas sat down, and breathed in the Big Mac and fries. The blonde worked at the local Twilight Town grocery store, stocking shelves. Not exactly the best paying job in the world, but he made munny...which he never really got to keep once he walked into the doors of the prison in which he lived.

The slumbering brunette awoke most violently, as he heard screaming coming from down the hall.

"Sora! Sora! You fucking little ungrateful brat! Get your ass down here! NOW!"

Sora covered his ears at the loud noise, and felt fear strike over him as he heard footsteps coming closer and closer with each passing second. He let out a cry as his door was kicked open brutally.

"Are you deaf, bastard? You should know to come when I call you, you ungrateful little bitch!"

"I-I'm sorry I-I-"

The young brunette bashed his brain words words, anything to get him out of this situation. But he failed. Fear struck the boy again and a cry ripped it's way out of his throat, as the man grabbed him harshly and pulled him down the hall.

"Do you see this? This! Is a very fucking unclean house! Didn't I tell you to clean it before I got home!? Didn't I?!"

"...y-yes..."

Sora screamed, as he was slapped across the face.

"Then why didn't you do it!? Huh?!"

"I-I-I'm sorry! I was tired! P-Please, I-I'm sorry!"

"HA! Tired? You were 'tired'? Really. I give you a bed, a roof over your head, and all the thanks I get in return is an unclean house, and a whinny little asshole like you!"

Sora tried to get out of the grip of the other, but failed, as a fist gripped chocolate-brown locks tightly, and bashed his head into a wall. He tried to get up, he wanted to run. He wanted to escape this hell hole.

'Someone...help...please'

"No! S-Stop! P-P-Please! N-No!"

He cried and cried, but nothing stopped the monster that called himself his father. The man was a horrible man. He abused Sora ever since he was a child.

The boy continued to cry as the man kicked him over and over, and pain shot though Sora's whole entire body. He slowly felt himself lose control, as everything began to black out, and he lost consciousness.

"Stop! You are under arrest!"

He heard an unfamiliar voice echo though his mind, as the kicking stopped, but the pain still lingered. He tried to force his eyes open, but only managed to get them to obey slightly, he blinked a few times, seeing a man with a shiny badge walk out with the monster, and heard a soft female voice speak to him.

"Don't worry, kid. Everything's going to be okay. You're in good hands now."

Black began to twist and turn, and soon engulfed his everything like a flame into darkness, as he was lifted on a stretcher, and took to the nearest hospital.

Crystal clear blue eye's opened to a blindingly white ceiling.

"W-where am I?"

"Y-You're awake!"

A crying, spiky haired blonde, ran up to the brunette and hugged him. Followed by a just as spiky haired blackette. The blonde wiped away his tears, as he hugged and kissed a very confused Sora.

"U-Um, I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but, w-who are you?"

The blonde snapped up straight, which made Sora jump a little. The blonde stranger merely laughed, and began to explain.

"I'm sorry! I suppose this is a little weird, isn't it?"

Sora simply nodded, not really knowing what else to do. Which made the strange pair chuckle at him.

"He's just as cute as I thought he'd be."

"Yeah. If not cuter!"

"Oh sweetie, stop it! You're embarrassing him!"

"Would you just tell him our names, please! I imagine he's pretty scared right now!"

"Oh, oh yes! Well. Sora, My name is Cloud, and this is my husband Zack, and why we're yo-"

"Hello sweetheart, how are you feeling today?"

A nurse covered in white walked in with a clipboard in hand.

"Um, f-fine. Thank you."

"So polite!"

"Shh! Cloud!"

"Alright, alright!"

The nurse giggled bubbly at the adorable couple, and the confused face of Sora.

"Well, Sora, I see you've met your new parents."

"My p-p-parents!?"

Sora gave a disbelieving and shocked look to the nurse, as she smiled sadly at him. Sora simply couldn't believe his ears. Did his head get hit THAT hard? Or maybe he died. Yup. That must be it.

"D-D-Did I...DIE!?"

Sora asked to no one in particular. Just in general, as the trio laughed at his question and horror stuck face.

"No! Heavens no! You didn't die, sweetheart. You barely escaped death, yes. But I promise you, you are very much alive. And the doctors here at Destiny Islands Professional Hospital and Clinic are taking good care of you. You are in good hands."

Sora cringed, as those words sent the painful memories of the previous night flooding back into the small brunettes head.

'Don't worry, kid. Everything's going to be okay. You're in good hands now.'

Sora shook, and held his head, as the unbearable pain began to invade him all over again

"Are you alright? Does it hurt? Where?"

"M-My h-head."

Sora managed to force out as he went very pale, and dizziness overcame him. The nurse quickly got up and inspected him, feeling his head, shoving random gadgets and things up his hospital gown, and down his throat. Sora felt the familiar feeling of him loosing control off himself, and darkness began to attack his mind again. He tried to reach for his aching stomach, but found himself unable to move. He looked down to not see himself restrained, so he tried again. Same results. He began to panic, as his whole body began to go numb, and he drifted into unconsciousness yet again.

"W-What's happening? What's wrong!"

"Doctors to room 715, stat! Code Red!"

"C-Code Red!? What's going on!"

"He's going into Epileptic Shock, and loosing consciousness fast. I need both of you to exit, and wait in the waiting rooms. I promise we will take excellent care of him. Please, sirs."

"W-What!? No! I'm staying right here!"

"Sir, please. We need room for the doctors."

"N-"

"Cloud, sweetie, come on."

Zake dragged the unwilling and terrified blonde out into the hall.

"Zake, I'm scared! W-What happened!?"

"Shh, baby. I'm not really sure, bu everything's going to be okay. I promise."

The raven soothed to blonde the best he could, as three doctors quickly ran into room 715. They worked to save the life of the young brunette, who was just allowed something that seamed impossible to ever reach his fragile fingers the day before; A chance.

It was almost midnight as the young blonde continued to stock soup onto the old, rusty shelves of the small local store.

"Hey dweeb, your shift ended about 20 minutes ago. Why are you still stocking things?"

"I only had about 30 cans left. I figured I go ahead and stock 'em."

That, and Roxas was in no hurry whatsoever to get home. If he could even call it that. Hayner sighed, as he leaned down and began to help the blonde finish the job.

"Your shift is over, too ya know. Why haven't you left yet?"

"'Cause I'm an idiot, and feel the need to help out little dorks like you."

The dirty blonde ruffled the bleached ones head in a joking manner, as Roxas flinched. But then relaxed into the touch. As Hayner finished up the last of the cans, he looked over to see the blonde sitting there, almost lifeless.

"Roxas? Hey, are you alright?"

The boy didn't answer. He just continued to sit there, staring at the ground. Hayner began to worry, as he looked the other over throughly, trying to find something that gave him reason to worry as much as he actually was, other than him not responding. Hayner's eyes wandered to the ground in front of the young blonde, and noticed a puddle of what looked like water. But, something in him told him it wasn't.

"...Roxas?"

The bleach blonde finally looked up at the dirty blonde. Tears streaming from the deep blue orbs, filled with sadness. Hayner felt his heart sink. He never would have wished to see the image he was was looking at right now. He was pulled out of his thoughts as the younger leaned over, and rested his head in the crook of Hanyer's neck. The boy blushed crimson at the sudden action.

"R-Rox, I'm sorry I called you those names, that was horrible, please forgive me! I-I'm so-"

"Hayner?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"...I don't want to go home."

Hayner's face was the empitimy of dumbfounded. Roxas had never really talked about his life outside of work, even if Hayner asked. It was beyond Hayner why he wouldn't want to go home.

"Why not?"

"..."

"Hey, Rox?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"You can stay at my place tonight, if you really wanted to."

"W-What did you say?"

"I said that you could stay over at my apartment. I wouldn't mind."

"Really, Hayner?"

"Really."

"I...I think I 'd like that."

The pair ended up at Hayner's apartment as planned. Where The dirty blonde made the bleach blonde a make-shift bed on the floor. Where Roxas eventually got lonely, and climbed into Hayner's bed, after checking if it was okay with Hayner first of course, which the dirty blonde simply couldn't say no to. Where somehow, the two ended up falling asleep in each others arms. Where the feelings hiding expert felt inevitably happy, and the troubled soul felt the first bit of peace he's ever felt.

Well I hope you guy's enjoyed it, as much as I enjoyed writing it! I'll hopefully right more soon.

Thanks for reading!

Until next time,

NinjaChan97