Violation.

Location: Oblivion Prison
Cell No.: 13
Wing: A
Block: 2
Occupants: Saïx Wulf, Axel Chakram, Xemnas Baldric, Roxas Kagi.

Roxas had still been sleeping. That's why Stray had waited for him, guarding him like a loyal dog waiting for his master. That's why they were alone in the cell. Axel sat on the edge of his bed and considered waking him up. The only thing that stopped him doing so was the fact that he wasn't particularly hungry that morning and the knowledge that Roxas would probably be angry at him if he did.

Roxas had been there a week now, and Stray had grown accustomed to keeping his property with him at all times. Axel had also learned that Roxas was grouchy when awoken, and that he wouldn't be intimidated into doing what Stray wanted him to. Axel reached out and ruffled up his hair with an affectionate smile. He thought that the blond was coping and adjusting well considering the circumstances. The honest blue eyes flickered open and looked up at Axel with a mixture of alarm and confusion.

"Relax," Axel laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, "It's only me."

"I know who it is," Roxas muttered, sitting upright and yawning. That wasn't entirely true. When the red-head approached him, he never knew who he would be speaking to. Would it be the damaged, quivering Stray, or the confident yet empathic Axel?

"Did I wake you up?"

"You'd know if you did," Roxas pointed out, smirking at him. Axel grinned cattily.

"Hope you're not hungry, 'cause I'm pretty sure they've locked the doors. Don't worry though, lunch isn't that far off." Axel heard the door click and arched an eyebrow, turning his attention to it. The next thing Axel knew, the door was shut again and he was slammed up against a wall with the heat of another body roughly forcing itself against his own. The prison guard gripped his curvy hips with a sadistic grin.

"Hey, honey, you miss me?" He hissed, the heat of his breath smothering Axel's ear.

"Get the f-fuck..." Stray stumbled on his words and found himself forced face-first against the wall. He felt something hard pressed against him and a mixture of distorted, soul-destroying memories flickered across his vision. "LET ME GO! I... You... NO! N-no, let me f-f-fucking GO!" He demanded as his clothes were torn away from him. Roxas looked between the two, shocked back into silence. His brow furrowed in confusion. Was he being strip-searched?

Within the next minute, Roxas knew the answer to that question. The man forced himself into Stray, drawing a tortured cry from his lips and desperate pleas to let him go. He struggled uselessly, trying to twist from his grip, but now every movement just caused more pain.

"What the..." Roxas took a few moments to try and understand what was happening. When he found himself unable to draw a suitable conclusion, he got to his feet. "What the hell are you doing?" He tried to shout but the authority of the man's uniform quietened his voice. Roxas walked over and grabbed the guard, pulling him away from Stray with difficulty. The man rounded on him and punched him roughly in the stomach. Roxas doubled over with a sharp intake of breath, and then the hands were brought down hard on his back, the impact making him fall hard against the floor.

"N-no! D-don't touch... DON'T! ROXAS!" Stray ran over and grabbed Roxas around the middle, dragging him away from the guard with his body still shaking. Stray looked pathetic with his clothing around his feet, still trapping his ankles and making him stumble, but he couldn't care because his whole mind was on the need to defend his Roxas. He pulled him into the corner of the cell. "R-Roxas, here, okay?" He rushed out. "S-stay... St-Stray, STAY HERE," He shouted it aggressively, but his expression didn't match it. His eyes begged Roxas to listen to him. He reached out and covered his eyes, "Don't look, o-okay?" Roxas obediently closed his eyes as Stray was forced back against the wall. The next fifteen minutes passed in a degrading blur as Stray was vitiated, his cries muffled by the hand covering his mouth, a hand that was bitten at and clawed at with the natural desire to flee from the threat. The man who had taken the last of Stray's self-worth from him leaned back and made himself decent.

"Good boy," He jeered at the stained wreckage of a man that jolted awkwardly and clumsily dressed himself again. Roxas finally opened his eyes and looked at Stray with a foreign kind of awe. The red-headed man was in the process of composing himself already, but before he could, the guard delivered a powerful blow to the side of his head. Stray dropped like a stone and then the screw's eyes met Roxas'.

"Let me teach you a lesson about interfering with other people's business." He smiled smugly and condescendingly. He grabbed Roxas, thrilled with the abuse of his power and of the man at his feet. One of the benefits of working at Oblivion was that any sadist could truly exploit the weakness and the lack of power of the prisoners there, and nobody would bat an eyelid; the man who ran Oblivion paid them higher for their cruelty. Nobody cared about these offenders; even most of their families had been advised to stay away or were told that due to the misdemeanours of their loved ones, they couldn't visit them. Usually it was really because of bruising or their unjustified submission into solitary confinement. No, not a word ever got out about Oblivion. Oblivion was special. Roxas made the decision then, as he was struck across the back of the head and as he looked at his unconscious friend, that he would break out of this place if it was the last thing he did.

Author's Notes: Thank you to quietlyintheshadows for picking the cell for this chapter. I'm very sorry that it's late, and that it's short. Creativity has been running low, you know how it is. Please review/fave/alert to let me know you're interested, or if you have any criticisms and/or questions. The next chapter should be up sooner than usual to make up for this, and it'll be a little more cheery.

Question: Someone's going to get hurt next chapter. Who would you like it to be? Best reasoning and/or amount of votes will decide it.