Chapter Notes: I went back and reconstructed some things in the previous chapters. Just a bit of word changes and thought-changing. Also, secrets revealed in this new chapter. ; THIS IS STILL DAY 5. Chapters won't correspond with their days anymore. Also, this chapter is extremely short because I didn't feel like you were really interested in hearing about what Selphie and Riku did the entire time. I might go back and edit it to sort of reveal more about Riku's character later.

The warnings for this chapter are incest, angst, and... ANGST. Hahaha, kidding. Not too much. I put separators around the incest part. First two.

If you don't know who Sion is, google him. Tell me he doesn't look like Sora's twin. Eww, crossover.. Kingdom hearts only has so many characters, though.

Chapter 6: Altogether in Pieces

He breaks. Some things you just can't replace.

"I bought you this for your birthday, Sion."

Sora's apathetic mannerisms remained. His weak blue eyes alternated between looking at the dress and the unsteady figure in the doorway. His memory sparked and his brow raised in confusion. "Dad, I'm not a girl and I'm not Sion." Although his father's eyes were glazed over with drunken misguidance, they flashed with a sort of recognition followed by disappointment and humor. "Not a girl, eh? Your brother used to say that, too." Apathy dwindled as Sora turned and tilted his head slightly. "Um, Dad. Sion was my twin sister." He nervously began to roll the fabric between his fingers, suddenly finding himself a bit distant and unfamiliar with his own father who was gazing at the half empty bottle of liquid in his hand distastefully and back at Sora with an equally distasteful gaze. He began to drink but mid-swing he began to laugh, erupting into a choked fit of laughter. "I wanted a little girl. He was too young and weak for the final surgery, I guess. Ahahahaha. He just stopped trying. He gave up…

It should have been you."

Sora's face contorted into a pained expression as his father's eyes dimmed back into a vacant expression then altered once again. He looked towards the teen, appearing to recognize him as their previous conversation faded into darkness. "Put the dress on." Sora's eye twitched involuntarily as he angrily gripped the dress harder. "No! I'm not Sion! W-what are you… What's wrong with everyone?!" He finally shouted, and the sound of glass shattering filled the bathroom. The man had attempted to balance the drink on the sink, but due to his skewed perception it ended up falling. Sora moved to exit the room, deciding he didn't want to be a part of this any longer. He wasn't going to put up with this crap. His dad was lying, he had to be. He was just drunk.

"What did I tell you about leaving, Sion?"

Sora's arm was gripped tightly and twisted in a manner it shouldn't have been. Sora grunted and attempted to pull away before the grip was tightened. "Do I have to dress you again?" His heart began to pound and his chest ached. There was that look in his eyes. That was the same look that Axel had gazed at him with before. They looked at him as though he was someone else. They didn't see him. They couldn't. "Dad, FOR THE LAST TIME I'M NOT SION." The man completely ignored him and instead opted for hurling him face-first on top of the dress. Sora's footing didn't help him at all, and only ensured that his father would succeed. The towel came unraveled at his waist and he frantically attempted to cover himself with it again, but his father knelt down and grabbed one of his wrists. "Don't mess it up, it's custom made. I'll help you." Sora didn't know what was going on. He knew his father was being guided by the liquid poison, and he could distantly remember how close they used to be. He didn't want to hurt him. He was still his dad.

"Dad, please. Just cut it out. Wake up."

He pulled his wrist from him, but for what seemed like the millionth time – his neck was grabbed. This time, it was in a delicate manner and soon his hand moved along his collarbone and up to his bare shoulder. "It's okay, Sion. I love you." With his other hand, his father had reached for the dress and when he withdrew his other hand it was to properly hold it. He positioned it over Sora and pulled it down and over his head.

"Dad…"

Sora was in the brilliantly fashioned dress that appeared to have cost well over 2,000 dollars. Sora hadn't noticed it before, but there were intricate little jewels along the collar that appeared to be sapphires. The boy was petite which much was clear enough. Regardless, he was still a boy and wasn't made to be seen in a dress in his own thoughts. A glance towards the mirror over the sink was all that it took for his last shred of dignity to begin to decompose. His eyes softened into a sort of vacancy that could only be achieved by a profound sort of hurt. He didn't move or do much of anything as he felt the lips against his bare skin, dragged and trailed along his shoulder. The caring and affectionate manner his father handled him was even more sickening than Axel's desperate lust. "I love you, Sion." The man repeatedly whispered in his ear as his hand began to grope at Sora through the dress fabric. He dragged his hand along Sora's chest, then around to his back where he caressed him just as delicately. Time seemed to move achingly slow as his father guided him downwards and back onto the floor. He withdrew his hand and positioned it beneath the dress and onto Sora's thigh. He squeezed it, before beginning to massage the flesh with his fingers. For someone in a drunken stupor, he seemed to be patient. The massaging was to serve as a distraction, but Sora still noticed when the hand began to snake upwards towards his nether regions.

"Do you want me to touch you, Sion?"

He leaned forward and licked his way up from the collarbone and around to Sora's neck who visibly shuddered in disgust. His expression darkened, the only sign that anything was ticking in his mind at all. The pungent stench of alcohol only seemed to increase with each time he spoke. "Do you?" No response. "Sion, answer me." No response. "So you're going to be a bad boy? Have it your way then." His father struggled to his feet in front of Sora who found himself eye-level with another man's crotch once again. He kept his mouth closed, his teeth grinding. He recognized the sound of a zipper being undone. If anything was shoved in his mouth, he couldn't be held accountable for biting the damned thing off. Sadly, this wasn't the case. He realized this too late, seeing how he was trying desperately not to look at his father because he couldn't stand to see him like that he couldn't foresee what was about to happen. The sudden hot stream of alcohol and piss scented liquid was his price, as it landed on his cheek then rose into his eye. He moved to pull back, but his hair was suddenly grabbed – something else he was starting to resent having. "STOP!" Unfortunately, he'd opened his mouth to say that and some of the liquid drained in. He frantically spit, raising his hands to shield his face. He pulled back again despite the aching pain of his hair being pulled out, but his father's grip was ironclad. He could only turn his face away until the stream died down.

"You should always listen to your father, Sion."

As soon as Sora's hair was released, he crawled over to the toilet with intent to vomit. A sudden wave of dizziness was what served to derail him from his original intent, and he only grabbed the sides of the toilet lid. His eyes were still stinging and the powerful stench of piss remained. He stared down at the liquid inside for a brief moment, before he felt a pair of hands on his waist before he was abruptly pulled backwards. He was being pulled backwards, and although he didn't know why he was sure that he didn't want to be pulled that way or to go through anything from that point onwards. He blindly attempted to pull himself forward, and in a desperate claw at the ground with his right hand he landed a shard of glass within his palm. His surprised gasp was nothing compared to the pained cry that followed afterwards as his father shoved his entire length inside of him. Without hesitation, without lube, without care. "DAD STOP!" Sora shouted, his eyes widened and tears threatening to overrule him. He roughly pulled backwards. "Relax, Sion."

Why is everyone doing this to me…

Sora's muscles loosened only a result of his discontent as his father pulled back further until only the tip remained inside of him before thrusting back inside. The pain was excruciating, and it was only countered slightly by Sora forcing the shard deeper into the palm of his hand. Even then, it didn't quite qualify as a formidable distraction. It was the only one he had, though. There was no longer a Kairi in his mind to make everything okay. There wasn't anything. The thrusts became more frequent and the man abandoned all self-restraint, disregarding his son's uncomfortable shuddering beneath him. Instead, he caringly caressed his sides which only made the teen even less comfortable. Eventually, the thrusts became more frequent. There was something trailing down his legs. He couldn't quite tell who it was from, but judging from his rear's pain he assumed it was his blood.

"See what happens when… you don't… cooperate, Sion?"

The elder began to pant as the he rammed himself into the broken teen, having to grab his waist to steady himself as his thrusts became harder and shorter. Sora only quietly cried, squeezing the shard in his palm even more tightly. It was disgusting. It was beyond the sort of disgust he got from Sephiroth. Suddenly, his father dug his nails into his waist as he pushed forward a last time and erupted into a one-sided explosion of pleasure. He pulled out, and Sora collapsed onto the linoleum floor. He remained there, not even bothering to attempt to conceal himself any longer. "You got your dress dirty… I needta… get you a new one made." Sora was distant now, although he heard shuffling noises behind him as his father pulled his boxers and pants up. He failed to remember to close his zipper, but couldn't have cared less. He navigated out of the bathroom, down the stairs, and out of the door.

It should have been me…? I should have died?

Everything was beginning to finally connect in his mind. The protective wall around it crumbled, and every memory he'd repressed instantly returned – unrestrained.

Everyone. Everyone was using me. Kairi…even Kairi…

He began to cry. It wasn't normal crying, no. It was the crying that hurt. It really and truly hurt. His heart felt like it was congested, and every strained exhale was painful. She had destroyed his life, his world, everything for just a video. He was practically sold for forty fucking dollars. Then, dad. He used me. My own Dad… Sora half-curled, his arms wrapped around his own midsection. He felt cold. To top everything at school off, Sion. Sion was the only person who had seemed to understand him. Sure, they were kids but Sion was the closest person in his life. And his father killed him. He put him through some fucking surgery for his own sick twisted desire?

God, it hurt.

Sora struggled to his feet, ignoring the fact his shard dug into his hand as he forced himself upwards. He also ignored the pain that shot up his backside from his rear. This wasn't anything compared to the grief his own thoughts instilled. Sora dipped into a bizarre state of mind. He was fully aware of what he did, but it was through a dreamy fog as though everything was premeditated. He grabbed his boxers that he'd set on the empty part of the towel rack before he'd begun his shower, and put them on. The felt far too accustomed to the liquid draining between his legs than he'd have liked to be. He ignored it, and exited the bathroom. Several lights were on including his own room, which he only gazed into as he passed by. Instead of his room, he stopped at the end of the hallway and opened the door nearest the stairs.

It was his father's gun gallery.

"Selphie, you don't have to do this for me. I'll be fine." The brown-haired female's lips fell into a frown just as she'd finished taping the end of the bandage she'd wrapped around his arm. "You did it for Sora, didn't you?" Riku often underestimated Selphie's ability to pick up on things around her, and it astonished him to no end. He sighed and relaxed back into the chair, staring up at the ceiling fan. "Sort of. I always wanted to leave myself…I just didn't have a good enough reason to, I guess." He would have glared at her, but she set to work on his other arm and he could only hiss as the antiseptic touched his open wound. If it weren't for the bottle of the liquid being right there on the table next to them, he would have sworn it was acid she was using. "Do you like Sora?" Her question was innocent enough, but caused Riku to visibly fidget around in the chair before settling back down. "Um, of course I like him. He's my friend." True. Selphie glared at him and purposefully pressed the rag deep into the wound. He hissed again, "Okay! Christ. Kind of. I don't know, kind of like a brotherly way… Well, that doesn't even describe it right." She moved for the bandaging and stopped, glaring at the wound and then back to the bandaging. "I think I'll have to sew this one up, too." Riku groaned, "I'll take the bleeding to death, thanks."

After an agonizing 20 more minutes of sewing, antiseptic, and bandaging, Riku reached for his old gray hoody to put it back on even if it was torn and covered in blood. Selphie huffed in protest behind him, "Sit down for a while. You shouldn't be running around after something like that. You should go to an actual doctor, too. I'll be right back." She headed upstairs, and Riku settled down in the chair nearest him. It would have been stupid for him to put unnecessary strain on himself by standing while she wasn't there.

"You know I can't do that."

He sighed, gazing down at the gray hoody in his hands. There was barely a spot where there wasn't a blood, given the fact he'd just laid around in his injuries a while after they were inflicted. "Your eye looked pretty bad, though. Could you see out of it?" Riku was planning on avoiding mirrors for some time. It kept him from realizing the gravity of the fight that had occurred, and just how severely he was injured. Even if he could avoid looking, the stinging of his injuries ensured that they would not be forgotten. "Come to think of it. No, I couldn't. I think it was cut or something, I don't know." Selphie headed back down the stairs holding a small bundle of something black in her arms. She threw it at Riku and it landed on his head. He pulled it down, and gazed at it. It was a black form-fitting looking hoody with a secondary zipper that didn't seem to serve any purpose other than confuse the owner. "That's my brother's, you should be able to fit it." She walked over and snatched the gray hoody from his lap before he stood and started to put his new apparel on.

"Awwww, you look soo cute! Sora's going to love that."

Riku muttered a 'haha' before the bubbly girl exited to the kitchen. He sat back down in the same chair. Can she ever sit still? He wondered. "Sora probably thinks I ditched him…" He sighed, and Selphie must have had the hearing equivalent of a shark's sensory system because she picked it up even though it was a low mutter. "I'm sure he'll understand. It'll be fine! And you're lucky I found you after school. You were bleeding pretty bad. At least you're out of the Organization for good, huh?" She came back with an unidentified glass of liquid and handed it to him. "It's just iced tea, don't worry." He thanked her and started to drink it. He watched Selphie out of the corner of his eye, because he suspected she might try something.

"So, you like Sora like how he liked Kairi?"

Riku lowered the glass from his mouth, hesitating. There were similarities in their discussion, but… wait a minute. "What do you mean liked Kairi?" Riku raised a brow and Selphie started to trace a figure eight on the table next to them. "After what Kairi and Axel did to him… I don't think that he would like her very much after that." Riku's brows furrowed as he set the glass down on a conveniently placed coaster. "What do you mean what they did to him? What did they do?" Selphie's face grew red as she recalled the detail of what she'd been told was going to happen. She could have warned Sora, but she couldn't betray a friend even if it was the right thing to do. "Um… Bad things, I guess." Riku stood abruptly, wincing in pain as he did so. He started to feel nauseated. "Hey wait, Riku! You shouldn't get up so fast! You need to wait a while." Riku ignored her and headed towards the door. He only paused when his door was on the doorknob.

"Thanks for everything Selphie, really."

I have to find him, just to make sure he's okay. If Kairi did do something like that, he wouldn't have taken it well. Damn that girl, she could have told me earlier. I didn't think they would have done something. He tried to walk quickly as steadily as he could, but the horrid pain in his right leg landed him with a limp. Regardless, he continued onwards. It was getting dark. I know he thinks I ditched him. Damnit. I try to protect and help him, and I only end up making things worse. Peachy. The large mansion that served as Sora's residence had just come into view when Riku was overcome with an aching feeling in his chest akin to a heart burn. He hadn't felt anything like that in his life, and it hurt. It hurt worse than the gashes in his arms and legs or even his eyes. He felt pain, but it wasn't his own. Sure, he wasn't one to believe in that sort of stuff and figured it was just a random heartache until it subsided just as quickly as it'd come and was replaced with a sensation of dread he just wouldn't be able to ignore.

The driveway came into view just as a dark car began backing out of the driveway. It reversed in a wild manner, mercilessly slaughtering the greenery before it reached the road whereas it turned and headed down the wrong side of the road. Riku waited until it was out of sight, his reasoning telling him that he shouldn't be seen by whoever that crazed driver was. Sora… That feeling before, it felt like someone was hurt. The intensity told him time was running out. He didn't know what would happen at the clock's end, but he knew he didn't want it to. He headed down the sidewalk and up the walkway. He painfully raised his arm to knock on the door yet when his knuckles just barely tapped it – the door creaked open. The door's open? This only confirmed that something was awry. As he warily entered the house, he decided that whoever had just hectically driven away was the cause of the door being opened. Hence, the threat was gone. Now I just need to find Sora. He skimmed the area, only acknowledging that one lamp was on before a large amount of light from a stairwell caught his eye. He didn't hesitate. He was pulled in a direction, and he went it.



It was difficult for Riku to even manage the menial task of walking up stairs but his determination was steadfast. He was at the top before his confidence could waver even slightly, and the first thing he noticed was the opened door at the end of the hallway. The door was half-open and the light was on. It's quiet… But I know he's here. Suddenly, the corridor seemed insanely small. He sure wasn't claustrophobic, but if he had been he probably would've passed out within the first three steps down it. A heavy air lingered in the corridor that only got increasingly stronger as he walked. Riku was able to breathe, but it gave the illusion that he wasn't quite doing it right. He paced himself and gazed in every room he passed. Ages seem to have gone by before he reached Sora's room, coincidentally just as the brunette began to laugh. It was a disquieting manic laughter, struggling against his throat's uncooperative restriction. "Sora..?" Riku walked further into the room and only had to turn slightly to see his friend sitting down, back against his bed. His head had been thrown back in laughter, and he tilted his head slightly to return the other's gaze. The eyes he stared into were a pair he wasn't familiar with, his irises were dimmed seeming vacant. He couldn't find any feeling within them; not even hurt. There was nothing. Although Riku wasn't aware, the black hoody he donned only served as the teen's final confirmation. To him, it was a new black hoody. To Sora, it was the Organization XIII hoody. It was only when Sora had begun to raise a certain black object to his head that Riku noticed it, recognized it, and was swept with trepidation. A gun.

"You guys win, okay? Game over."

"SORA, DON'T!"

The gunshot rang up above Riku's frantic shouting.