Wretched Revenge

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Kingdom Hearts characters. Ho-hum.

Warnings: Yaoi, OOCness, Rape

Spoilers: If you haven't played KH2 there are Organization XIII people in my fic you probably won't know.

Pairings: (can rape be considered a pairing?) Axel:x:Roxas:x:Riku

Plot: Cloud raped a boy named Sora two days ago. Sora's friends have decided to seek retribution by kidnapping and raping Cloud's little brother, Roxas. Sorry, Roxas, seems like you've become a victim of wretched revenge.

NOTE: As I said before, I do NOT approve of rape. I don't think rape is funny or right in any way, and I also do not think rape can be considered enjoyable in any way (unless it's BDSM/role-playing)! I wrote this as a purely fictitious fandom. I hope everyone knows and/or realizes that. :x:Myou:x:


Part IIX

The phone rang for so long Roxas didn't think anyone would answer, then suddenly the line clicked and a tired voice echoed in his ear, "Hello?"

Something was different, it didn't sound like Axel, though the voice was definitely familiar. "Is Axel there?"

The voice sighed, yawning, and replied, "He's asleep. Who is this? What time is it…?"

Roxas, crossing his arms over his chest, replied; "The clock tower just chimed three a few minutes ago…and this is Roxas." He looked up into the sky, watching thick dark rain-clouds creeping across the city. "I was just calling to check on him…"

"Roxas! Oh, hey, this is Demyx." The older boy finally sounded like he was waking up. "Did you say it's past three already? Shit I'm gonna be so late…"

The blonde wasn't sure what was going on, but if Demyx had skipped class to catch a nap with Axel something had to be going on. "Is Axel okay? Really? He's not sick or anything?"

Demyx hesitated then replied, "Roxas, are you two getting along okay? I mean, could you come over here and stay with him for a few hours? Riku was taking Sora to the mall, I think they're shopping for new jeans or something, but anyway there's no way they'll be able to get here in time. I have to go to the downtown galleria for an exhibit…" He sighed. "I don't want to wake him up right now, but I don't want him to be alone when he wakes up…" The older boy's voice was soft, pleading. "Please Roxas? It would mean a lot to me if you would."

Thinking to himself for a moment, Roxas ran the scenario through his head. He'd be alone, with Axel, wherever it was the two older boys were at right now. Could he really handle that? Knowing Riku was off with Sora and not in any position to save him should something go wrong? Roxas pushed those thoughts back. Axel was different; he wasn't that monster in his dreams anymore. They'd talked, spent time together. He could trust Axel… "Where are you?"

-x-x-x-

The art studio smelt of fresh paint and canvas, the light shining in through the tall bay windows tinged blue-grey from the coming storm. Demyx was walking around in a towel by the time Roxas got there, toothbrush shoved in the corner of his mouth. He grinned, pointed towards a set of stairs, and then held up two fingers. The younger boy laughed softly, and then followed the other's directions. Demyx was excellent at giving instructions, Roxas hadn't had any trouble in finding the large studio, not that the giant white window-covered building was hard to miss once you knew where to look.

The side of the studio he'd walked into was so different than the dark hallways he'd remembered from that night. The upstairs was almost homey, large bedrooms and a full bath, Roxas quickly finding the half-closed door of the second bedroom and peeking inside. Red spikes poked out from a pile of sheets and pillows, the mound moving ever-so-slightly where the older boy steadily breathed. The blinds were cracked just enough to let in that cool blue light, making the whole room seem detached from reality. It was sad, lonely. Roxas stepped inside, leaving the door half-closed, and slid out of his shoes before padding over to the bed. Reaching out to touch pale skin he checked the older boy's forehead. It was warm but not enough to reveal a fever, which meant he wasn't sick. What was wrong with him then?

He turned and left the room, walking back downstairs and searching for the dirty blonde boy who'd summoned him here. Roxas found him in a smaller bedroom across from a large studio, pulling a shirt over his head to complete his state of dress. "Hey Roxas," the older boy greeted, sitting down on the side of the small bed and pulling on socks and shoes, "thank you so much for coming, I tried calling Riku and Sora after you said you were on your way but neither of them answered their phones. There's never a good signal in the mall, but once they check their voicemails they should head over here. I told them you'd be here with Axel." He stood up, walking past the younger boy and into the studio, fetching large black canvas bags from the corner and beginning to pack up several paintings. "The exhibit shouldn't take more than a few hours, I'm only required to stay for the opening the showcase. If I have to stay for the whole thing I won't be back until late tonight. Hopefully that won't happen…" He looked up from a painting and caught Roxas' eyes. "But if it does, and you need me, call me and I'll be here. If something happens I'll figure out a way to leave, whether the director gets pissed or not. Okay?"

The younger boy nodded, then asked, "Riku and Sora will come over once their done shopping?"

"Yeah, they were going to come check on Axel anyway." Dusky blue eyes turned from Roxas' azure back to the painting before him. "They'll definitely head over knowing you both are here." He paused, looking the painting over again, then walked over to a nearby stool and pulled a thin white sheet from atop the seat, bringing it over to the painting and covering it up. "They're not ready for this one…not yet. But this one…" He walked over to another easel, taking the painting down and sliding it into one of the black canvas bags. He selected a few more, putting each of them in a thin, padded carrying case, before gathering them all together and heading towards the front door, Roxas following after him. "I'm serious Roxas; if you need anything call me, or Riku. You have my number right?"

The blonde nodded. "You gave it to me the other night, when we were at the theatre."

The older boy smiled, "That's right. Good then. Okay! I'm gone, there's food in the fridge, help yourself. If Axel wakes up and actually wants to do something there's movies and games in the entertainment room, just…" His eyes were stormy, dusky blue turned to slate in the graying light. "Just, stay with him. He needs that."

Roxas nodded, holding the door open as the boy hefted the canvases through the doorway and towards his car. He watched the other boy go, half-wondering if the dirty blonde could manage his handful, before shutting the door with a sigh. The way Demyx had talked, the look he'd given Roxas, there was such sadness and compassion there…but why? He stood with his back against the front door for a long moment before sighing and walking across the foyer, twisting to look upstairs. There was something wrong, he just wondered if someone was going to tell him, or if he had to find out for himself.

Time passed slowly, though Roxas wasn't sure if it was because he was waiting for Axel to wake up…or because being back in the place he'd been raped trapped him in endless thought. Everything about that night that he'd pushed to the back of his mind, that he only thought of in his darkest hours, was slowly coming to the point where he could remember without becoming too upset. He could recall little details he didn't care to before, like the way Axel had left his blindfold on, or Riku had pried his hands from his hair and offered him a pillow. He found it odd that the silver-haired boy hadn't been afraid to kiss him but Axel had never even moved to do so; he was so detached throughout the whole ordeal, so out of place, so vengeful. The red-head was totally different in real life than he had been that night. He was intelligent, sweet, caring; even a bit shy. He wasn't the dark, powerful, scary figure that had plagued Roxas' nightmares, not really. Were his feelings for Sora so strong that he would have become that monster to avenge the small brunette? It seemed impossible that he could be divided in such a way, a part of two extremes so different from one another. The fact that Axel was so hurt by everything that happened made Roxas wonder as well, not to mention the fact that Riku had told him more than once before the red-headed boy hadn't wanted to hurt Roxas, hadn't really wanted to rape him. Something about a boy named Leon, about his childhood with Sora, about his past.

Roxas knew nothing about Axel, not really; just small, rather insignificant stories told to pass the time with laughter and smiles. The things Riku told him were always a bit deeper than the tales Sora recalled, but nothing he'd heard really told him anything about the older boy. Nothing deep, nothing valuable, nothing secret…

Like why Axel's sister was never around. Sora talked about her, Roxas knew she existed, so where was she? Demyx hadn't mentioned a thing about trying to contact Kairi before rushing off to the exhibit; he never really talked about her at all. When they would all go out together no one ever invited her, no one asked how she was doing or why she wasn't there. Maybe she lived in another city, or they didn't talk anymore for some reason or another. Roxas was sure his family wasn't the only one that was broken.

The pale grey light veiling the house darkened to navy blue as thunder rumbled outside the windows, Roxas watching the first drops of rain tink against the glass before heading upstairs to Axel. His socked feet were soundless on the stairs, the wooden handrail cool beneath his skin as he brushed his hand up the banister. He crossed the carpet to the bedroom, peeked inside again, then walked inside. The older boy still hadn't moved; pillows, sheets, and spikes still in perfectly undisturbed disarray. Roxas sat down beside him, reaching out and pressing a gloved hand to his shoulder, letting it rise and fall as he breathed. Thunder rumbled again, a bit louder this time, and the first crack of lightning seared through the sky, bright light flashing through the blinds. The rain began coming down in sheets against the window, slanted blue-grey waves tossed by the winds. The next roar of thunder was just loud enough to disturb the older boy, lean muscles shifting under Roxas' hand as he pushed himself up and peeked out from his burrow, dazed green eyes blinking sleepily.

The younger boy rubbed Axel's shoulder gently, asking softy, "Hey, you doing okay?"

"Yeah, Dem, I'm fine…" the older boy murmured, laying his head back down on a pillow and staring off. "Sorry if I worried you…"

The blonde smiled softly, saying, "Axel, Demyx had to go to an art exhibit tonight. I'm Roxas."

A confused look crossed the older boy's face as those words sunk in, before cat-green eyes flitted up to meet Roxas' azure. "R-Roxas? What are you doing here?"

Laughing lightly, the boy replied, "Like I said, Demyx had to-"

"No, I mean. Why are you here?" He propped himself up on his elbows, searching the other boy's eyes, surprise mingling with confusion. "Where's Riku?"

"He's at the mall with Sora." Roxas said; pulling his hand back and watching as the older boy pushed himself into a sitting position, running a hand through his fiery spikes. "Demyx tried calling them before he left. He said they were probably in an area with no signal."

A simple "Oh…" was all the response Axel could muster, rubbing his cheek with one hand and curling his other arm around a pillow. "Sorry…wasn't trying to sound ungrateful."

"It's okay." Roxas smiled understandingly, "I wouldn't exactly expect you to show up at my place either." They sat there for a moment before Axel's stomach broke the silence, the older boy cursing lightly. "Hungry?" the blonde offered.

"Yeah, are you?" The taller boy began untwisting the sheets twined around his waist and legs, "I'll get up and make us something…"

"Axel."

Green eyes glanced up, meeting worried blue. "Hmm?"

"…is something wrong?"

The older boy froze, hands fisted in the sheets, eyes locked with Roxas'. He stayed like that for a few intense seconds staring long and hard, then suddenly broke away, stood up from the bed, and walked towards the hallway. "It's nothing you need to worry about."

Roxas blinked, sat there for a moment, then got up and followed the red-head downstairs. The sound of cabinet doors being opened and closed led him to a small kitchen, Axel rummaging through the contents of the pantry before pulling out a bag of chips and turning to the fridge. "It's not that I'm worried about it," he finally said, "it's that I was kind of worried about you. You…just disappeared all of a sudden. I thought maybe something was going on."

"It's her anniversary. That's all."

Roxas took a few steps closer and leaned against the door of the pantry, watching the other boy pull sandwich stuff out of the fridge and set it out on the tabletop along with two cans of Sprite. "So you skipped school to go to someone's anniversary?" That was understandable, Roxas had skipped school before to attend parties and such, and he never went to school on his own birthday. If he had to go to an anniversary celebration out of town, that might explain a few things, like why he hadn't text Roxas over the past few days; Axel would have been busy spending time with his friends.

The older boy's silence as he made his sandwich seemed to dissuade that idea. "You've been spending a lot of time with Sora, haven't you?" He asked after a while, taking a bite out of his sandwich and watching the younger boy.

"Yeah, we get along great, and Naminé loves him." The blonde crossed the kitchen to Axel's side, making a sandwich of his own as he continued. "He's lots of fun to hang out with."

"He's never told you about Kairi?"

The tone in Axel's voice seemed to insinuate whatever Sora might have told Roxas was much more serious than the usual fond memories. "No, not really. Just that she's you sister."

The red-head nodded, took a bite out of his sandwich, and chewed slowly. Roxas did the same.

"Kairi's my twin." The older boy said after he had swallowed, popping open his Sprite and sipping at the lemon-lime drink. "She's dead."

Roxas' eyes went wide, not only at the other boy's words but at the bluntness of the revelation. "A-Axel, I'm so sorry. Was it recently or…?"

"We were freshmen in high school, almost fourteen." He took another drink. "It's her anniversary…I'm always kind of out of it this time of year. I'm sorry, I should have text you or something, asked Riku to tell you…"

The younger boy shook his head fervently, "What are you sorry for? No, I totally understand. I mean, that's a big deal and I'm not exactly your best friend." He sat his sandwich down, looking away. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to ask you about something like that."

"You know, you remind me a lot of her." Axel said, Roxas looking up at him. "You two…you're tied together now in my mind because of what I did to you." Green eyes darkened. "I'm sorry, Roxas. I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it back, I relive it every day…"

Azure eyes were open wide, disbelief shining within them. "I remind you of your sister…because of that?"

Axel sighed, sadness across his face. "It's a long story…"

Finally sensing an opening in the other's thick outer shell, a way to finally see a hidden part of his heart, finally know something about the older boy, Roxas replied, "I have time."

-x-x-x-

"My sister was murdered by a man who had just recently moved to our neighborhood. That's what he did; he found pretty girls and raped them, then murdered them and moved to another town. She wasn't his first victim by far; he was too crafty, too experienced for it to have been something random and unplanned. The things he did to her…" Axel shuddered, looking towards one of the windows and watching the storm. "The way he broke her, it was evil.

"She was gone for two weeks. Two weeks before they found her body, or what was left of it. She'd been cut up, not into pieces or anything like that, but there were deep cuts all over her arms and thighs. He cut off her hair too, like she was a rag-doll. He broke her ribs and jaw, he blacked out her eyes, there were bruises everywhere. There should have been DNA all over her from the things that sick bastard did to her, she was raped and beaten to death! But no, of course not… There wasn't a trace, not one fucking clue as to whom the man was that had done this to her…but then…"

Roxas was listening, sitting on the opposite end of the couch as the red-headed boy, legs pulled up under his arms as he rested his chin on his knees.

"Then I started looking, and Leon helped me. He was older, he knew who to ask, who to tell to look out for shady men creeping on little girls. It was months before he heard of something that sounded similar to Kairi's case; a girl had been raped in a nearby city. We went there, hid around the park until nightfall, and waited for the bastard to come to us.

"Playgrounds, parks, and schoolyards were his favorite hunting grounds. We stood against the trees all night long until dawn broke the horizon and the neighborhood kids came out to play. He was there as soon as the first kid showed up, walking through the park like he had every right to be there, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being watched. When he picked up an eight-year-old girl and asked her if she wanted him to take her to her mommy Leon bolted from the trees and confronted him, saying the little girl was his sister and asking what the fuck he thought he was doing with her. The man sauntered off, Leon staring him down until he was out of sight. The girl was upset but unharmed. As we were driving home Leon told me that he was never going to let what happened to Kairi ever happen again. He made me promise not to tell anyone that we'd gone to the park and had seen that man. He never told me why, but I didn't need to ask. I knew what he was going to do."

The younger boy gasped, whispering, "He…he killed him? Leon killed him?"

Axel turned from the window, locking eyes with Roxas. "He's never told me about it, but I know he must have. The body was found a few days later, and the rapes and murders stopped." He laughed softly, a cold, broken sound. "Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if someone in the town before ours had actually gone looking instead of leaving it up to the police. Maybe they would have been able to stop him before he got to Kairi." His eyes softened. "You were my unspoken promise to Leon, to take care of Sora the way he took care of Kairi. I think that's what I was thinking of that night…Leon killed for me, so I can do this for him. For Sora, and for Kairi; to give the rapist a dose of his own medicine and take something as precious from him as Kairi was to me, and Sora was to us…" Tears dripped down his cheeks, one at a time, his voice trembling as he whispered, "But you were precious too, to Cloud. I took that from him, from you. I became the rapist; I became the man that took my sister from me. How could I have done something so stupid…so horrible…after Kairi…"

Roxas moved forward, reaching across the couch and wrapping his arms around Axel's shaking shoulders, holding him close as he fought back tears of his own. "I know how sorry you are, I know… You have to try to let what happened between us go; you can't keep letting it haunt you. Don't let it take everything away from you, Axel; you're different now. I know that. I know you won't hurt me ever again." He reached a hand under Axel's chin and lifted the older boy's face, pressing their foreheads together. "Kairi wouldn't want you to be miserable like this, would she?"

Axel laughed shortly, a smile twisting his lips. "She'd just punch me and tell me to stop crying and get over it. She was always like that, the brat…"

They stayed close, Roxas holding the other boy just enough that there was contact, a physical reassurance despite the twisted emotions and psychological trauma they both had suffered. Understanding how wounded Axel was on the inside somehow seemed to put a salve on the wounds inside of Roxas' heart, knowing they shared something; the loss of a loved one. The knowledge of Kairi and the forbidden secret he now shared with Axel seemed to strengthen the fragile bond between them in a way nothing else had been able to so far. It was something that would tie them together forever, something else besides that night; something that would echo from heart to heart. It thundered inside of him, as powerful and dark as the storm rumbling high above the art studio. When Axel curled up against him and fell asleep, Roxas didn't mind the feel of the older boy's touch. The only sensation that washed over him was warmth.


Ah, another update! I hope you're all thrilled! Make sure you leave me a review!

The last chapter had so many after the first day I figured I'd better churn out another over the weekend! I hope you liked it; I'll try not to make the following chapters as dark now that the full story of Kairi's murder is out of the way. Sexing, drama, and college life should be the leading highlights of the next installments!

I hope you keep reading! And I'm serious about those reviews! :x:Myou:x: