Don't hate me. Please. Fluff is in the next chapter but that won't be for at least two days if not more because I'm busy the next few days. So enjoy the next chapter, I'll try and write as fast as I can for the next one. I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
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Zexion opened his eyes slowly, keeping a tight rein on his fear as he did so, though he was sure it showed plain as day on his face. He was in a dimly lit room, a plain concrete floor beneath his feet, which were strapped firmly by strong rope the legs of the wooden chair he sat in, and a high ceiling, much like that of a warehouse. His arms were bound as well behind the back of the chair. In other words, he was completely trapped. He wasn't like the overly buff football players on the school's team who could probably snap the ropes with a flex of their too huge muscles. His build was that of a twig, muscle and all.
"Saix, baby, your little toy is awake," a bored voice grumbled from somewhere off to Zexion's right.
Zexion turned his head to see a man, he guessed in his twenties, sitting in a metal fold out chair, slumped down with his arms folded across his chest. His green eyes glittered as they stared at Zexion, a slight smirk on his lips framed by elegant pink colored hair, as eccentric as his own.
"Alright, Marly. Have some fun with him if you want. I'll be there in a few." Saix's voice echoed from somewhere behind Zexion though he couldn't pinpoint where on hearing alone.
The man stood up, cracking his knuckles one by one before he knelt in front of Zexion, a patronizing smirk on his lips. "Hello, little boy. Do you know why you're here?"
Zexion kept his mouth firmly shut, refusing to let his anger get away from him and babble out things that would be better left unsaid. The man stood up and moved behind Zexion slowly, leaning over so his breath caressed the teen's ear.
"Saix likes pretty boys like you. He likes fucking little boys," he murmured. "So you're his toy for now. And who knows for how long." He laughed. "He found me when I was your age. And I'm still here, but by choice. I promise, he makes it real good."
Zexion shuddered and closed his eyes tight, wishing he would wake up and this would be a nightmare. Of course, this was ridiculous. He had more commen sense then that and he wasn't exactly the type to try and fool himself to make a terrible situation seem better, there was no point. Whatever fragile reality he managed to build up would only be destroyed later on.
He heard a door open and close and then the scuffle of boots moving across the floor. The pink haired man's presence vanished from behind him and he let his eyes open, nearly jerking in surprise as he realized Saix was right in front of him, staring directly into his eyes.
"Marluxia will be watching. He always gets off on stuff like this," Saix said, a feral grin on his face. "All the more humiliating for you, hm?"
Zexion bit his lip, clamping down on the words that wanted to break free. It was then he realized what Saix was cradling in his hand. It was a syringe with some thick white liquid in it, no doubt some street drug.
"Now, I'm going to inject this in you and you'll just take it like a good little boy. Then you'll be all mine," Saix crooned, moving behind him.
Zexion let his head fall, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. He barely noticed the needle enter his skin, his mind too focused on thinking of a way to escape.
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Demyx stared at the clock. Nine thirty. Perhaps he was just being paranoid, after all, Zexion had expressed his desire not to go near Demyx or go to his house ever again. But something about the whole situation just screamed that Zexion was in danger and he wasn't doing what he should.
"Demyx!"
A small fist pounded on his door and he recognized Namine's cry. He got off of his bed and opened the door, surprised to see Namine was shuddering, tears racing down from he big blue eyes as she cried.
"Namine? Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"He's hurt and he's crying," Namine mumbled, pressing her palms to her eyes as if to destroy whatever vision was dancing before her eyes.
This had happened before. Namine could always tell when people around her were in trouble, if they were in pain. When she was younger, she had sketched a picture of her twin brother dying in a car accident in school, right down to the last, perfect detail. Two days later, it had happened. She had only ever shown Demyx that picture.
Fear zipped through Demyx as Namine spoke. "Who, Nami? Who's crying?"
Namine sniffed and rubbed her eyes. "He's in a warehouse or something. I don't know! But it hurts! It hurts so much! It wasn't supposed to be like this!" She was wailing now and Demyx thanked god that their parents weren't home.
"Namine! Tell me who!" Demyx hissed, resisting the urge to shake his young sister.
"He's done but the other one's still there, he's still smiling, he's been smiling. And it still hurts and he's making it worse. There's blood everywhere." Her words were whispered so fast that Demyx barely caught them.
"Come on, Nami. Tell me. Tell me who it is. Who are you seeing?"
Namine threw her head back, her eyes wide. "Zexion. It's Zexion."
Demyx reacted instantly, rushing down the stares and punching in the three digits as fast as he could into their phone. He prayed that it wasn't too late. If it was, he would only blame himself.
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"Shit," Saix hissed. "Marluxia, we have to go, now!"
Zexion moaned softly as Marluxia abruptly left his body, leaving aching soreness behind. He ached everywhere but it wasn't like he could move, the damn drug wouldn't let him. His eyes were aching, he was squeezing them shut so tightly. He could hear thudding foot steps on the floor above them and muffled orders being shouted, doors slamming open and then slamming closed again.
The sounds of Marluxia dressing reached his ears as the pink haired man spoke. "And go where? We can't get out of here."
A door opened and Zexion registered the sounds of guns being cocked. Words were exchanged but his head was spinning so much he didn't really understand them, spots flashing in the darkness of his closed eyes. Seconds later, he knew nothing.
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"Zexion? Are you awake honey?"
Zexion opened his eyes blearily as he registered his mother's voice and her concerned expression as she stared down at him. "Mom?"
"Oh Zexion." Her arms were around his neck in seconds and he realized that she was crying, wetting his skin with her hot, burning tears. "I'm so sorry Zexion. So sorry."
"What happened?"
His mother pulled back, a feeble hope in her eyes that maybe her son didn't remember all the pain he had gone through. "You don't remember? Any of it?"
Zexion swallowed. "I-I was raped. But what happened?"
His mother wiped at her tears futilely, as if it would stop the pain that ached in her chest for her son. "They drugged you. A friend from school called the police because he was sure you had been kidnapped. They searched around the area and we are so lucky they found you."
He was hugged abruptly again as Zexion let his mind piece together the facts that he had been told. Demyx had called the police because he had been worried, he probably knew a general location of where Saix was at from how he seemed to know a lot about the drug dealer so he had told the police that, and the police had found him.
"Am I going to be okay?"
The woman pulled back again. "I don't know sweetie."
At least she's honest, he thought. "That's not what I meant. I meant is my body going to be okay from the drugs? No after affects?"
He could tell that the way he was approaching the situation was surprising his mother but he didn't think twice about it. It was easier, as long as he remained detached from it.
"Yes. They said you should be fine," she said quietly, gently cupping his face. "They want to keep you here while you recover and then set up therapy sessions for you with others in similar situations."
Zexion recoiled abruptly. "No. I'm going back to school, tomorrow. I don't care what you or the doctor's say, I know myself better than you do. I. Am. Fine. I am not missing school and I am not going to therapy."
"Zexion," his mom said indignantly. "You cannot be fine after this. I'm doing what's best for you."
"So send me to therapy," Zexion muttered. "But let me keep going to school, please."
"I think we can arrange that."
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Zexion decided that his mom was right; it was a terrible idea for him to go to school so soon. He was fine, sitting alone in the back of his classroom before school officially started, but as soon as the room began to fill up, he felt his breathing rate go up and his heart pound against his ribs painfully in his chest. There were too many people and they were all so close. He suddenly couldn't get enough air and his vision was tunneling, and his heart was aching so painfully.
He felt himself slip out of the chair and then he blacked out completely.
I really liked the scene with Namine. It was interesting to write. o.0
