Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts and I am not making any profit from writing this story.
Author's Note: Not the update you guys are looking for, I know. But I was kind of looking through my old stuff and debating whether to put up this story or not. After being convince by another author and a lot of debating, I finally decided to give it a shot. I warn you, this is a really old story, like close to five or six years old now, so my writing style is probably just messed up. I did look it over and try and fix up the obvious grammatical errors, but I'm not perfect, so I apologize if something jumps out at you that might be wrong. I'm probably overwhelming-or...just whelming you guys now with these sudden random stories, but since this one has been worked on and is on my AFF account, I can guarantee it'll be updated when I say it will be. 10 chapters and running on this sucker.
Warnings: None right now, but this will contain some very dark stuff such as rape and torture, so if that bothers you at all, I don't recommend reading past chapter 3 which is where the more heavy stuff will start. For now, I'm rating it T just for the heck of it.
Now that that's all out of the way, continue on at your own discretion. ^^
Roxas didn't like the looks of the man who came a week after he was put into foster care. He was tall and skinny, had long silver hair that fell down to about the middle of his back and deep aqua eyes that seemed to follow his every movement, giving Roxas the impression of some kind of child molester. And in a way, he kind of reminded him of his brother Sora's boyfriend Riku, but a lot more creepy.
The man turned and when he spotted Roxas his thin lips turned up into a smile that made Roxas shiver. "Yes, he'll do quite nicely." He said to the woman in charge. She nodded and they walked off to take care of the paper work. Roxas stood where he was, the bad feeling he had before he was taken away from his brothers, increased, making him feel sick. There was no way Roxas was going with that man. He refused to. Tearing his frightened gaze away from the closed door of the keeper's office, Roxas bolted for the stairs and ran into one of the boys rooms at the end of the hall. There were five rooms altogether, all on the left side of the hallway. The girls' rooms were on the right, each room big enough to hold 12 beds.
Roxas walked in the room and ran over to his bed, kneeling down and pulling his two duffel bags out from underneath it. He had to get out of here. Grunting a little, he shifted the straps of both duffel bags on his shoulders and walked over to the window. The view was dull, looking out across the street at a bunch of small shops and a few houses. He looked down, estimating how high up he was and worked it out to be close to a dizzying fifteen-foot drop. He squirmed and looked away, his stomach doing flip-flops. So much for making a fast get away out the window, it was guaranteed death if he tried jumping.
There had to be another way…
Biting his lip and shifting the duffel bags once more, Roxas decided he was going to have to try sneaking right out through the main door downstairs. But he only got as far as the hallway when he heard voices coming from the stairwell.
"He's very well mannered, and quite shy." The keeper was saying, "But a phone call to his brothers every night should be ok."
"Of course, Mrs. Peters, I wouldn't have it any other way. The boy has access to phone and internet whenever he wishes."
"Unless he misbehaves, you mean."
"Yes, I was just getting to that. I plan to discipline him through taking away those privileges and more."
"More?"
"Yes. For instance, he joins a club. He will not be going to those meetings or I will make him drop out if it interferes with his grades or attitude."
Roxas swallowed and slipped back into the boys' room. He either faced them or jumped out the window. Shutting his eyes he pictured the distance from window to ground and felt dizzy. Turning around he sat down on the closest bed and let his head hang between his legs until he no longer felt so dizzy.
Jumping out of the window was definitely out of the question.
"Roxas?"
He jumped at the sound of Mrs. Peters' voice and slowly looked up to see her and the silver haired man standing in the doorway.
"Y-yeah?" He felt sick.
"Hi sweetie, Sephiroth would like to adopt you." She walked over and brushed some blond hair out of Roxas' eyes. "Oh, you're all ready?"
"Uhh…"
"I told you he was a good boy." Mrs. Peters said, looking at Septhiroth. He just nodded. "Well, I guess this is where I say I'm gonna miss you and hope for the best." She told Roxas, pulling him into a hug, and kissing his head. "And before you know it, you'll be back with your brothers."
Roxas swallowed, and blinked back tears. "M-Mrs. Peters?"
"Yes, Roxas?"
"C-can I speak to you alone for a minute?"
The woman looked surprised, but nodded. "Of course, honey." She looked over at Sephiroth. "Could you go wait downstairs please?"
"As you wish," Sephiroth replied, walking out and heading for the stairs.
Roxas waited until he could no longer hear the man's footsteps before he spoke. "I-I can't go with him, I can't. Please, Mrs. Peters, please don't make me go!"
Now she was really surprised, "Roxas, what on earth-?"
"I've got a bad feeling, Mrs. Peters. He looks creepy, and I …I have a feeling there's something more to him. I don't want to go with him…"
Mrs. Peters chuckled softly. "Darling, are you sure it's just not a fear that you won't be going back to your brothers, because if it is—"
"If I go with him, I know I won't." Roxas said quietly, tears sliding down his cheeks. "My brother Sora always told me I've had a great judge of people and—"
"Look Roxas, you go with him and see how it goes and if you aren't feeling any more comfortable after a week, give us call and we'll find someone else, to put it in your terms 'isn't creepy'."
Roxas blushed and looked at his feet. She was mocking him. He should have known not to say anything because now he had no choice but to go. Sighing, he slowly rose to his feet and wiped his eyes. "Ok…I'll try it. But one week, you have to promise."
"One week, Roxy, you have my word."
She got to her feet, and took one of his duffel bags. "Now, we better get you down there, I imagine Sephiroth is waiting to leave."
He gave her a forced smile and took a deep breath, following her out the door and down the hall. With each step he took, he was reminded that there were only so many left before they joined the creepy looking man in the main hall, then Roxas was on his own.