Due to a tragedy in the family, and a spark of inspiration, I've found a desire to write

Chapter 8 start

A night of love, warmth, care, and passion passed by into another day. The next morning, when Roxas had awoken before the light of the sun even touched his lover's lids. The young boy, whose light brown, nearly blonde hair was resting mussed and laced with dried sweat, his deep blue and yet mature eyes washed over his lover's form, resting in the messy bunch of blankets and pillows. Raising a hand he sighed and brushed his fingers through his hair before getting up. he wore a pair of loose pants, but yet his chest was bare, showing a scar going along his left side along his waist. It was light, but apparently it was a deep wound judging from the length. His soft footsteps were heard along the carpeting as he walked to the bathroom down the hall and started the shower. The time had barely struck seven, he couldn't sleep, he couldnt help but feel uncomfortable in such a warm and caring environment. He had only ever been offered coldness, hatred, and a life of horror. The steam from the shower lifted and brushed along his cheeks, waking him from his half daze, stepping out of his clothing he stepped into the shower, lifting his chin he looked up to the oncoming drops of water, washing off his body and wetting his hair. His eyes closed and he felt his body relax in the warmth, his finger rested on the scar, he felt chills run over him. This was the scar that started everything, and this was the reason he wound up on DiZ's doorstep.

It was a cold February morning, Roxas's things lay beside him as he sat at the bus stop wondering where his small amount of money could get him. His parents had kicked him out that day, early that morning because Roxas had apparently not respected them and had decided not to do things 'their way'. The map he had was quite confusing, and he hadn't found anywhere he could stay at for the little money he was offered from his parents. He sighed and hung his head, four feet was in his vision, what little vision he had of the ground above his feet. Slowly, cautiously, he looked up to meet two pairs of eyes, one was a deep green, the other a smokey grey, both of them held the same evil glare. Slowly Roxas, upon finding his voice which had hidden away upon the sight of evil in their eyes whispered.

"...c-can I help you?" he asked softly, clearing his throat when he finished, he was greeted by a large hand grasping the front of his shirt and pulling him up. Immediately his defenses were up, he was an easy-going guy usually, but when he sensed someone wanted to fight, it was like a completely different person came out. His eyes narrowed upon feeling this, but he did nothing.

"Hah, yeah you can, we want your money and anything else you have that we feel like taking" Roxas scoffed and gripped the hand that held his shirt tightly, making the man's evil glare turn to one of pain as he tore it free and squeezed it tighter, his knuckles popped, hinting at how close the fingers were to breaking. Roxas leaning in closer to the man, his lips hung over the man's ear, the other one stood in shock at the situation. Roxas could smell the smoke and sweat from the man's body and clothes from how close he was.

"...Or, the smart thing would be to leave me alone and nobody gets hurt . . . " He hissed before throwing him away almost effortlessly, the man fell to the ground roughly, the other one was on his guard in seconds as the wounded man began to get up, apparently his hand was close to being broken. He glared at the boy who had done this to him. Roxas was only about 16 at this time. He just held a steady glare as he slowly got to his feet, the guy who was not hurt scoffed and rushed him, readying a punch which Roxas dodged effortlessly. Stepping aside with a soft sigh he watched the man go flying past him, stumbling and nearly falling. The wounded man with the smokey grey eyes got up and attempted to catch the young fighter off guard. Roxas was good at fighting, but he wasnt trained, he was naturally good. Hearing the scuff of the man's feet he turned around quickly, his leg lifted with a side kick, sending the man sprawling to the ground again. Gasping for breath, the kick and fall knocked the wind out of him, and he could barely move.

Roxas was smirking over to the man whom he had just given the biggest beating without trying. He was also overly cocky and full of himself, but his pride was about to make him pay. He heard the man behind him scuff his feet and he looked back to him, jumping back where he knew his fist wouldnt have hit him. But he gasped upon feeling something cold brush against his flesh, cutting through his loose-fitting white shirt and causing his skin to cut only slightly, a trickle of blood fell along his belly where the knife the man pulled had cut him. Roxas jumped back again, hitting into a tree, he let out a groan of pain and surprise. A hand went to the shallow cut knowing how bad it could have been if he was a few seconds later. The man was smirking as he approached him, his comrade took control of the young boy's situation and punched him from the side. Roxas's heart was beating too loud for him to hear the scuffle or their movements. He fell to the ground, he rolled out of the way of a kick making the man stumble and curse. The one holding the knife approached Roxas as he forced himself up.

Roxas's lip was on fire and a bit of blood trickled down his chin, he wiped it away with his sleeve and glared at the men. He was pissed more so then scared, rushing at them with nothing more then his fists he landed the first punch, sending the smokey eyed man to the ground in a daze and bleeding. He punched the second guy, but at what cost? The man flew up with the knife, Roxas's breath hitched and his eyes widened as he stumbled back, the man crumpled to the ground, but wasnt unconscious. Roxas was forcing himself to stay up. In his side, at least 3 inches inside the young boy's side was a knife, blood flowed from the wound, but he didn't pull it out. He knew better then that, his head was spinning, the pain was unbearable and the feel of his shirt clinging to him with what he knew to be his own blood was enough to make him lose himself. He watched the world begin to fade, grow dark, then vanish from sight.

He awoke at least 10 minutes later, the knife was still stuck in his side, he felt a starting pool of blood around his body, he got to his knees, the pain was intense. His luggage was gone, and so were the men. He looked down seeing the crimson grass where he laid. He got to his feet, his vision was blurry, he must have walked for a while, a half hour, he was losing a lot of blood. He fell to his knees looking ahead of him. He saw a figure, cloaked in red, he heard his footsteps, they sounded like he was swimming under water, the sounds and sights were so foreign to him. He was losing too much blood, the man stopped in front of him, Roxas felt his hand reach up, grasping hold of the red man's cloak.

"...please . . . h-help . . . I can't . . . " he couldnt even manage a clear sentence, his voice was already fading. The man knelt to him, grasping his wrist in a gentle, yet firm grip and whispered to him in a voice that was husky, deep, yet held a thin accent.

"...My help does not come cheap . . . " he whispered, Roxas could see the red cloaked face, and his orange eye, it was entrancing. Roxas nodded slowly, he couldnt help but agree to everything this man, his savior, will say, or might say to him. "...Work for me, if I save your life today . . . you must give it to me when you're well . . . do everything I ask, I will own you" he whispered, his hold tightened on the young boy's wrist.

"...yes . . . please . . . anything . . . just . . . I can't . . . it hurts" he whispered breathlessly, his eyes were closing, the last thing he saw was the ivory smile of the man, and his orange, devilish eyes. The final thing he heard was a soft chuckle and a response.

" you're mine now . . . "

Roxas opened his eyes, the water in the shower had started to cool when he came to. His eyes met the tile of the shower wall in Sora's bathroom. He leaned his forehead against the wall. The cold tile against his heated forehead felt nice. He was staring into nothing as he whispered to himself

"...you're mine now . . . " Those words were so clear within his mind, those words, the first thing he said to him as a slave. From that day forward Roxas was DiZ's slave, he did everything and anything DiZ wanted, and if he did anything wrong he was chained up or beaten. His fingers ran along the scar again sighing heavily before he stood straight and showered up leaving the room. He stopped in the hallway to look into the bedroom, his eyes met with the same, yet strangely innocent, eyes of Sora looking back to him. He was smiling upon seeing Roxas, but then blushed heavily and looked away from him upon seeing him dripping wet and clad in only a towel around his waist. Roxas couldnt help but smile at this, he was so shy he wouldnt even see him like this. "Sora? ...you're all red, you should get used to seeing this" He said with a smirk, almost in glee at making Sora so uncomfortable. Walking back to the room he sighed, his clothes from the day before had dried by now, and he looked to them sitting on the dryer folded nicely. Stopping at the dryer on his way to Sora's room at the far end of the hall he picked up his clothes, and looked to the tape recorder, shivering slightly at remembering how horrible Riku was to Sora. His eyes drifted back to the boy in question, who was pulling on a new pair of pants, his eyes facing from Roxas's not realizing he was being looked at. Roxas left the tape recorder there, grabbing his clothes he put them on, his bottoms first before he pulled on his pants and shirt. He left his shirt undone, no reason to do it. He sat beside the boy on the bedding, who looked to him, smiling softly.

"Roxas? ...That guy whom you called DiZ . . . will he be back?" Now Roxas fell silent, he never knew what DiZ was thinking, he never was able to see into those narrow orange eyes and see what DiZ wanted really, or see what his master was thinking. But something inside him told him that he will be back.

"Sora . . . I don't know, I hope he's gone for good, but . . . that's just too good to be true" he whispered sadly, his arm snaked its way around Sora's waist, letting Sora lean against his shoulder he closed his eyes kissing the brown haired boy on the forehead. He looked out into nothing, and his eyes seemed dead, scared, and warm all at the same time.

"...I don't want to lose you Sora, I won't ever hurt you like HE did . . . " he said gently, turning to him and snapping out of his daze, Sora looked up to him, smiling gently and he nodded leaning up and kissing the slightly taller boy on the lips. "...Roxas, you won't lose me . . . after all . . . you're the one who saved me from him . . . I love you Roxas" he whispered softly, his hands rested at Roxas's chest, their eyes kept each other's hold before Slowly Roxas's arms wrapped around Sora's waist, pulling him closer and kissing him deeply. Sora almost desperately kissed back, Roxas loved the feel of being loved and desired. Roxas smirked and kissed him deeper, pushing him down onto the bed, he might have showered but Sora hadn't. Roxas smirked and kissed down Sora's neck, Sora arched his neck to his new lover, closing his eyes and blushing as he felt the dirty blonde haired boy over top of him, pushing him onto the bed.

"Ah . . . Roxas, we shouldn't. nngh . . . I mean we just woke up" He whimpered out, blushing heavily and arching his neck he let out soft whimpers, in spite of his words his own body was being affected by Roxas's touches and kisses. Roxas smirked, knowing Sora didn't mean what he said. He kissed to the top of Sora's shirt, while his hands began to undo Sora's pants letting out a soft chuckle.

" I think Sora wants this just as much as me . . . " he whispered huskily, nipping at his neck loving how Sora's breath hitched when he did so. But then, they both looked up when they heard the doorbell, they looked to eachother, Roxas felt his heart begin to pound, and Sora seemed to feel the same thing judging by his eyes. Sora did up his pants and Roxas got off of the boy, getting up and walking to the door. Sora followed after, his hair was mussed from sleep, he had yet to shower, they walked down the stairs together, this time Sora was in front, since he would be the one to open the door. At the foot of the stairs Roxas stopped, leaning against the banister, trying to hide his nerves. Sora opened the door slowly, to the sight of a silvery haired man with beautiful aqua marine eyes. Roxas was hidden by the door, so Riku couldnt see him from where he stood.

"Riku! ...what are you doing here?" he asked, his brows furrowed in a bit of fear and yet concern. Riku's nose was bandaged and his lip had a bit of a cut along it. Riku scoffed a bit and looked away, obviously ashamed of what happened.

"Don't worry about it" was all he said as he looked to Sora, his eyebrow arched in question at Sora just standing there not moving or letting him in.

"...What's the matter? ...you aren't going to let me in?" he asked almost offended, his hand gripped Sora's wrist, Roxas felt rage build inside him from where he stood as he watched Sora wince in pain.

"Riku that hurts stop it . . . " Riku pulled him to him and looked down at him glaring into his eyes.

"...you telling me to stop?" he asked incredulously, Sora looked away, feeling his heart begin pounding, he was afraid of Riku at times, and this was one of them. Riku let him go pushing his way in, and smirking a bit, seeing as he got his way.

"I thought not . . . " Sora pushed at him, as if not wanting him in, but Riku was stronger then him by far, and his eyes met with the boy leaning against the banister, his eyes glaring to him.

"...YOU! ..." cried Riku glaring at the young boy who had bested him the day before. Riku approached him, grabbing him by the collar, Roxas felt a hint of pain in the side of his neck, maybe Riku had cut him with a nail, but there was only a bit of blood, nothing big.

"Me . . . " Said Roxas cooly, he hadn't moved from his spot, and his glare never left Riku's eyes. Roxas Slowly stood up straight and broke Riku's hold on him, Sora went to Roxas's side, looking down almost apologetically.

"No Sora, don't do that, look him in the eyes . . . tell him . . . " Said Roxas softly, gently, something Sora wasnt used to by Riku, Riku only stood there, awaiting what Sora had to say, not because he cared, but because he wanted to know if Sora had the guts to say something to him.

"...tell me what?"

"...Riku I . . . I'm breaking up with you! ...I know what you have been doing . . . I know everything . . . and you hurt me . . . you do things to me I can't stand . . . and . . . it's over . . . " Riku gripped the boy's neck in his hand, clutching it, Sora's eyes were wide and Riku slammed him against the wall, the stand next to them fell over, breaking the glass vase on it and sending water flowing over the wooden floor. Sora gripped at his hand that held his neck.

"...Sora, you have no say whether you're breaking up with me or not!" he hissed leaning in closer.

"...im in control of you . . . you're mine now!" Roxas, who was standing there in shock at Riku's sudden movement, now felt a rush of anger, Riku's body suddenly appeared clad in a crimson cape, and his beautiful blue-green eyes were now a glowing Orange. He heard him repeat 'you're mine now' to Sora again, watching as Sora, not being choked, but obviously distressed tried to get out of Riku's grasp.

"YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM TOO!" Cried out Roxas as he nearly appeared directly behind Riku, sending a kick into his side and making his hands release Sora as well and slam him into the wall. Riku slid down the wall, his head hung low and his hand bleeding from landing in the shattered glass. Roxas picked up Sora, who also slid down his own wall, tears in his eyes and embraced him tightly.

"...Sora . . . Sora . . . I'm sorry, I'm sorry . . . " he whispered as he clutched the boy to him, Sora was in shock at what Roxas had done. Roxas picked up Sora, so he wouldnt cut himself on any glass and set him down.

"ROXAS!" Screamed Sora, but Roxas had already known, he sidestepped, and faced the man who had just tried to stab him. Roxas glared at him, looking at the piece of glass in his hand, he saw it glisten with blood, it was Roxas's because he was setting Sora down he had been too late and got nicked by the blade. Roxas looked to Riku's evil glare, those blueish green eyes seemed to falter, Roxas had to blink a moment, he had to blink hard at snapping out the image of the deep green eyed man holding the knife.

"...get back!" he hissed, feeling his mind begin to slip, what was happening to him, why had Riku brought on these images, these thoughts? Riku just seemed like them all, all those people who had hurt him, beat him, enslaved him. He was DiZ, he was the smokey eyed man and the deep green eyed man who had hurt him so badly, he was his own parents who sent him out into the cold world at a young age, he was Riku, the one who made the boy he cherished and loved so much cry and feel pain. Roxas jumped back as he saw Riku make another swing at him, he was ready this time, he responded with a punch to his left cheek, Riku hadn't flinched. He came at him again, the glass ready in his hands and Roxas made a clumsy stumble back. Something was wrong, he felt weak, something felt . . . weird. Riku turned away from the boy who was now on the ground, breathing a bit heavily. It seemed just to move caused such a strain on him.

"Where are you going!?" he cried out weakly, struggling to his feet and moved after him. Sora gasped and pushed his back against the banister, it was difficult to dodge an attack when you're sitting down, on stairs, and had your back against a banister. Riku glared at the boy, his eyes seemed to be dripping with loathing for the boy.

"...Nobody leaves me . . . " he hissed and raised the glass, Roxas saw this and rushed to him, although every movement made him stumble, he felt so far away from Sora.

"SORA!" he screamed running, stumbling, falling. He felt a raise in energy, he couldn't let Riku kill the only thing that brought him happiness. Riku smirked as he brought the shard down fast, loving the sound of tearing flesh and the feel of warm blood on the long shard that pierced through the young boy's flesh. In his back, Riku gasped and wrenched the glass from Roxas's back. Sora, who was underneath him now, stared up horrified, Roxas moved so fast, it was almost like he was a demon. Roxas smiled to Sora, blood stained his shirt and began to run down his sides. Riku stood against eh wall cursing to himself as he threw away the shard.

"...DiZ said that poison would paralyze you! ...dammit, he's going to be pissed that I killed you!" he cried out, knowing the near to 3 inch deep wound in his back, and with such bleeding, would most likely be fatal. Riku rushed from the house, running, he was sent here to kill Sora, to take away the only thing Roxas held dear, to break his spirit so DiZ could have him back. Sora pushed Roxas over, laying down he grabbed the phone and called the police. "...Roxas you'll be ok . . . please . . . stay with me!" he cried out, tears streamed down his cheeks.

"...Sora . . . its all right . . . im . . . I'm happy you're safe . . . it . . . it's nothing" Sora looked to him, taking his hand after letting the police know about the emergency.

"The ambulance will be here soon! Don't leave me! I don't want to be alone . . . " He cried out, nuzzling into the nape of his neck, hearing his shallow breathing, and feeling the blood begin its pooling, Riku had taken out the shard, that was what kept him alive last time, the knife being kept in there. Roxas knew he was dying by how the sounds and sights began to fade, as well as the pain.

"...Roxas . . . Roxas . . . please don't close your eyes!" cried the sobbing boy, his beautiful blue eyes let out streams of tears, his cheeks were flushed red and his body was shaking with the idea of losing someone he cared about so deeply.

"...Sora . . . I'm yours now . . . " is all he whispered, his vision began to darken as he saw red and blue lights filter in from the windows, hearing a dull blare of sirens, then nothing. Everything went dark. Everything went blank.

Chapter 8 end