"Roxas!"

He woke up.

The first thing he noticed- he couldn't move his arms. They seemed to be yanked far above his head. He tried to pull them down, but was met with a raw pain against his wrists, as if they were rubbing against sand paper.

Messy, blond spikes fell before his eyes, but with a shake of his head he managed to see clearly once more. Panting for breath, realizing exactly where he was, his pulse soared. He could feel the cold sweat beading on his clammy forehead, running down the sides of his face.

It was the very room he thought he had rescued Sora in.

"Roxas!" The name didn't come to his ears, more as it had just appeared in his mind, almost as if he had been thinking it.

The connection.

He looked to the left, towards the bed, and found him. Sora.

He was chained much like he had when Roxas originally let him go, except it appeared Riku had been a little more vicious. The chains were tied tighter, and every so often a little barb stuck out of a few of the links. Sora also had the barbed-chains wrapping around his torso, making it, as Roxas noticed, extremely difficult to breathe deeply. Sora stared directly at Roxas, but said nothing. Not that he could, with a black ball gag tied tauntly around his head.

Roxas himself tried to speak, but found something muffling the original words to make it just a grunt and a snort. He moved his tongue around in his mouth, a rag, or something like that, was there. Roxas guessed a piece of duck-tape finished it off.

He shuddered, then glanced down, wincing slightly at seeing his shirt was missing.

Sora looked terrified, so much to the point there were tears in his eyes. Roxas struggled against the chains on his arms on instinct to protect his brother, but the bonds proved strong. He then stared at the room surrounding him, the first time he saw the true horror of it all.

Instruments of all sorts scattered across the walls, most were coated in dry blood, others were new, and some looked to be dated to the midevil times. A cage of rotting rats lay on the floor, just a few inches on the left of the door.

A table was, from where Roxas stood, on the right side of the rectangular room. A series of object lay on it, including a sledge hammer, several large knives (one of which Roxas had brought earlier), and others Roxas was horrified to think how they would be used.

He didn't have much time to ponder anyway, as a loud, semi-muffled shout rang out from above,

"I'm home!" Roxas peering at the ceiling, then looked to Sora, whose eyes widened in petrification. For a minute, there was nothing but silence, until the door opened, revealing the man known as Mr. Riku Utada. Said man smirked, saying with a pleasant tone,

"Ahh, Roxas, you're awake. That's wonderful news. I was hoping I didn't hit you too hard, I need you awake and alert." He seemed very pleased, dressed in a long black coat. Riku turned to his right, towards the cowering sixteen year old laying on the bed. He smiled gently, walking close to the side of the bed, stroking Sora's cheek, causing whimpers and winces to come from him. He that never looked into Riku's face.

"Sora, Sora, Sora. It seems like just yesterday I was talking about having your brother join us, now lookey what we have here." The stroking stopped, the hand gripped Sora's chin between his index finger and thumb, and raised it so their eyes met. Aqua meeting Sky. Predator meeting Prey.

"But alas, you were both naughty. And you deserve to be punished." Sora squirmed, making noises underneath the gag. Riku smiled, showing white teeth.

"Alright, alright. If you insist..." He removed the gag, tossing it carelessly to the dirt floor. The brunet took a quavery breath before saying, just above a whisper,

"R-roxas." Riku's smiled wavered, but he nodded. He stood up straight, and walked to Roxas, who glared at the older man, eyes brimming with hatred. The teacher laughed before ripping off the tape across his lips, swiping the rag out of his mouth before Roxas could bite down.

With Roxas still staring daggers into his back, Utada turned his back on the two brothers, walking to the table and saying with a strange tone in his voice,

"Roxas. You've left me with a few loose ends. So I'm going to ask you a few questions. Answer truthfully,-" Roxas interrupted,

"Or what?" Riku turned again, revealing a crooked knife that had cut Sora so many times before.

"Your brother will earn a few somethings for every lie you tell." Roxas glared harder,

"You wouldn't." Riku grinned sadistically,

"Wanna watch me? He can be quite the vocal one." At that point, Sora was shaking, knowing how honest Riku was being. Roxas noted this, and shook his head, biting his tongue.

"Good boy. First question." He sauntered towards the bed. He sat on the edge, rubbing his index finger on the tip of the blade and letting the crimson ooze out of the cut.

"Have you told anyone about me?" Roxas shook his head, looking to the floor. Riku moved the blade below Sora's chin, causing the boy to take in a sharp breath and hold it. The older of the brothers returned his gaze to Riku at that,

"I want a yes or no, Roxas. Did you tell anyone about me?"

"No, I swear I didn't!" The blade was moved away from Sora's chin. Riku lifted the white, and mostly red, school shirt up, where the barbed-chains began, to reveal his abdomen. He placed the blade so, with one movement, he could pierce through the boy's belly,

"How, and when, did you figure it out?" Roxas shifted, not sure how to answer. Riku made small criss-crosses across the stomach, not going far beyond drawing blood. Sora whimpered.

"I'm waiting, Roxas." The older brother bit his lip,

"Uh, I gathered information, and um, used some logic... and the missing link pointed to you."

Riku rolled his eyes, obviously not pleased with the answer. He moved the knife, between Sora's shoulder and collar bone, and shoved it into the flesh, taking a scream of pain from the boy. Roxas waited to mirror Sora's pain, but felt nothing. Riku went on,

"I don't like that answer." He twisted the knife, grinning at the prepubescent-like scream that came from Sora. "Next question."

Riku pulled out the knife, and licked the dripping blood as if it was the sweetest substance in the world and, for Riku, it might've been. Roxas yanked at the chains, swearing while Sora was giving small grunts of pain, biting his lower lip to keep from shouting. He had to be strong for Roxas.

"When I removed your shirt, I noticed something...odd. You have the exact same marks on your back and arms and everywhere, as Sora does.. So tell me, because Sora here will just die if he doesn't know, why is this?"

He placed the now clean knife on the edge of Sora's collar bone, causing the younger to exhale shortly. Roxas shook his head,

"I...don't know. It's just this, this connection that we've had ever since we were little. " Riku seemed unphased,

"Go into detail." He dragged the knife down about an inch. Roxas stuttered, trying to think of the right words to apease mad-man,

"Um, sometimes we can hear and uh see each others thoughts. And, um, I felt everything you were doing to him earlier..." Another inch; another bitten back grunt of pain.

"I don't see anything now. Why?"

"I don't know! It's something completely out of my control! Now please, leave Sora alone!" Riku considered this, and began to laugh wickedly,

"Leave my Sora alone? Why would I leave him alone? He might try to run away again, and take you with him. He deserves to be punished for that earlier attempt..."

He got up once again, and strolled to the table, picking up one of the objects, but hiding it under the dark of his cloak before Roxas could catch a glimpse.

The teacher strolled towards the end of the bed,

"So Roxas, you say it only works sometimes?" Roxas released a deep breath,

"I'm not sure...but yeah, it doesn't work all the time. I think it's random." Riku adjusted the chains around Sora's legs so his feet were tied tightly to the bottom bedposts. Afterwords he stood a foot away from Roxas, giving him a curious look.

"Hmm...Interesting. Let's see if you get lucky then. I don't want you to give away the surprise, though, so don't tell Sora." Between his heart thumping in his head, and the closeness of the sick man, Roxas had no idea what he was talking about. Lucky? Surprise?

"Suprise?" Riku nodded once, opening his cloak to reveal the sledgehammer. Roxas raised an eyebrow, covering up any traces of the fear that built up.

"What...what are you going to do with that?" Riku leaned in, his breath hot and damp against Roxas' ear,

"I'm going to make sure he can't run away again..." Against his will, Roxas' eyes widened, a sick possibility running through his head.

"No- You wouldn't!" The teacher grinned, licking the shell of the older Hikaru's ear, earning a shiver,

"I'll force you to watch." Roxas glanced to his little brother, who was looking ghastly with fright. Looking back to Riku, he shook his head,

"Don't, please. Please, god, please don't do it!" Utada continued to smile, looking from Sora to Roxas. Sora trembled,

"Roxas, what's he going to do?" Roxas eyes flitting from his brother to the teacher, back to Sora again.

"Sora, he's-mph!" Riku smashed their mouths together before Roxas could say anything else. The brunet watched in horror as Riku his way into his Roxas' mouth, found his tongue and bit down, making the muscle bleed. He broke away, back to Roxas' ear again,

"I told you, don't give away the surprise." The older man said, shoving the rag back in his mouth. Roxas groaned, looking to Sora again, with disbelief and fear in his eyes.

"Rox...What's he going to do to me?"

Roxas tried removing the rag, but to no avail. He shook his head, looking at the floor, as Riku zipped up the coat once more. He walked across the room to the side of the bed, where Sora stared up at him with large, cerulean eyes. Mr. Utada reached into the pocket of his black cloak, pulling out a piece of long, black material in one hand, and a large syringe in the other,

He smirked, saying,

"I've heard it hurts much less if you can't see it." With that, he tied it around the younger's eyes. Riku adjusted the syringe, and thrust the needle into Sora's neck, injecting until there was no more. Sora's head whipped about, in an almost searching manner, for Riku.

Said man walked to the end of the bed, withdrawing the sledge-hammer. Roxas cries, pleas, and protests against the rag went on deaf ears. Riku ignored him, raising the sledge hammer a foot or so above his shoulder,

"This is going to hurt." The brunet whimpers,

"W-what is-**?" The scream that poured out from Sora's mouth, as the sledge hammer was impaled onto his right knee, was one indescribable.. Roxas cried out from underneath the rag, struggling wildly against the chains that held his arms high above his head.

Mr. Utada paused a moment, watching the brunet shake in pain, glancing at his angry older brother, before raising the hammer again and letting it pound over and over and over in the right knee of the teen.

Soon enough, he felt as if he had done enough, and, without a glance, moved to the other, untouched knee, bringing more wails of agony from Sora, more muffled protests and pulling on chains from Roxas.

After a few moments, a feeling of sadistic relief flows through Riku. Looking over the damage:

Blood, seeping from both knees, staining the bedspread. Purple skin and gashes. Cartilage and cracked bone visible. Muscles ripped.

Oh yes, the job for the physical pain of the day is done. That boy will never think of running away again.

'Even if he does', Riku thought, 'he won't be able to walk.'

He allowed the hammer to drop to the ground, and walked to Sora's side, staring at the screaming, wailing sixteen year old with child-like fascination.

Riku stared, until a hidden switch is flipped, and his face is overcome with anger. He rips the blindfold off, staring at those blue-blue eyes, and the salty water that is leaking out from them. He growled,

"Sora- Shut up! Do you hear me? SHUT UP!" Sora tried to quiet down, biting his tongue, drawing a little blood. The water is still flowing down his cheeks, and he is still panting and sobbing silently. Riku turned his head to one side, face stone cold, until Roxas pushed the rag out of his mouth, and he screamed,

"Riku! You sick fuck!" The silver haired turned to the loud blond, amused. But Roxas notices something has changed in him, there is an animalistic look in his eyes. The older spoke before Roxas could continue his string of cursing,

"You loud blond, just shut up! The both of you...should be happy." Roxas glanced at Sora, who stared at the ceiling, trying with all his might not to wail, not to make the sadistic animal angry with his cries. Said animal looked Roxas directly in the eyes, smirking.

"You don't think so?" With that, he left the room. Roxas stared at his little brother,

"Sora, what was in that syringe he used?" The brunet looked back into the gaze, a lifeless expression struck upon his face.

"I think he used it before... Yeah. He said it causes me to be alert and to feel everything. So I can't pass out." The tears ran down his face. Roxas could see the look of hopelessness in Sora's identical eyes.

"Sora, just...hang in there, okay?" Sora shook his head.

"No Roxas...I'm losing a lot of blood...it hurts so much." The tone of his voice sounds like a frightened child. Roxas made a face, slowly shaking his head,

"No Sora, you're going to make it. You've got to- you're going to be fine. Whether you like it or not, we're both going to be fine. I won't let you leave me alone."

The footsteps upstairs ceased, and within seconds Riku came with a small, black bag, and a large white towel. A smirk written across his face, the animalistic feature was gone, replaced with cold sadistic eyes.

"Hello dolly." Roxas growled, but the man didn't notice. He tossed the towel towards Sora, and it landed on both of his bloodied, destroyed knees. The teen cried out in response, his nerves on edge. Mr. Utada took out two rubber cords, and tightly wrapped one above each knee. A tourniquet- the fun wasn't over quite yet.

Riku then sat on one of the chairs near the table, filling syringes from several bottles inside the black bag and placing them on top of the table, in view of both of the boys.

"We're going to play a game." The teens stared at him, one glaring, another silently crying. Riku went on,

"It's a game of pain. I will give you an offer, and if you accept, I will complete the action. But if you decline, I will inject your brother with one of these. So, for instance, if Sora declines an offer, it's Roxas who gets the medicine. Understand?"

"And about those syringes..." He added, laughing, "I wouldn't trust them; some have water. Some have...other things in them." The way he talked about the needles was enough to make both of the boys cringe. He turned to Roxas,

"Elders first. Roxy, my new pet, my offer is to make sure you never run from me either." Roxas gave him a look,

"I'm not your fucking pet." Riku smiled, picking up one of the needles and walking to Sora, then stabbing the side of his neck, a small cry coming from the teen. He waited for a few moments, but after there is no reaction, he said,

"Oooh, lucky you. Your turn Sora. My offer to you is simple,..." He whispered in the Sora's ear, saying something that made his face flush bright red.

"No, no, oh god, no!" Utada smirked, strolling back to the table, grabbing a few syringes, and walking to Roxas.

The blond was resistant when Riku tried to inject him, so Riku forced Roxas' head to the side before sliding the liquid in the teen. A few moments pass. Roxas began to feel dizzy, but Riku couldn't see this, and shook his head with disappointment, sighing,

"Again? This isn't any fun. Why don't we try something new? Like, say...all for one?"

Raising an eyebrow, Roxas asked with a bitter tone,

"What the hell is all for one?" Riku rolls his eyes as if Roxas had asked the dumbest question on Earth.

"Obviously what the title says. All the syringes, and the liquids inside, for one of you. And since you asked that ridiculous question, I think you deserve it." Roxas cursed under his breath, Sora cried out, his voice cracked,

"Riku please! Don't! Don't hurt Roxas!" He turned his head to the side, and grinned with wide teeth,

"Don't worry Sora, I haven't forgotten about you. You'll be next, so just wait your turn."


Note: This is not the end. Please, for the love of not being confused, don't read the sequel yet.

Thanks for sticking with me this long. :) I really appreciate your thoughts. It makes me feel as if I'm doing something right.

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