Scythe: If I ever say 'Taichi' instead of Sora, just know that I was debating between making the two charcters either from Digimon or Kingdom Hearts... Obviously, I chose KH but every once in a while I feel like I'm dealing with Taichi and Yamato, so just bare with me lol. Uhhhhh... enjoy. Oh, yeah... I have never been to Juvie, alright? I'm just picturing this as a regular jail, but for kids, ok? So if it's different, I don't care. Deal with it.

Warnings: Read the first chapter... for Christ's sake (I am not religious... and if you mention anything about how I shouldn't take the lords name in vain.. ho man.. I will just stop this story all together... or just block you.) :) .

Disclaimer: Forgot this in the first chapter... I don't own the kingdom hearts people... I never will... and I'm not making profit off this, therefore I am only using them for my enjoyment.

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Juvenile Hall

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With such a good kid like Sora, one would have expected the judge to cut him a little slack, but it just seemed like the judge had already dealt with so many of these cases before, and he hated them. No slack.

When Sora was shoved into this place, he felt as if he should be shot. All around him were untamed kids of society that weren't educated and some even looked like they wanted to kill him. He was way too innocent to be in a place like this. He knew he wouldn't survive here, but he hoped he didn't radiate that feeling.

"New Kid!" Some punk announced, snickering. Sora closed his eyes in frustration, not wanting to cause some stupid scene just by being 'the new kid'.

He was shown to his cell, or 'sleeping accommodations' as the guards liked to call it. And they also liked to call this a 'correctional facility' and though Sora understood they wanted to keep this place a place for children and pre-adults, the words were just plain cheesy and made every kid despise them all more than they already did.

"Oooh, sucks to be you." Someone said, once the guard was gone. "You have to sleep in Shadow's room."

Sora didn't quite understand. He looked at the kid before him who must have been about 14 and set his things down onto the bottom bunk.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. That's Shadow's bunk."

"Look, are you going to tell me who this 'Shadow' is? Because, honestly, I don't really care if I have to sleep on the top bunk, just tell me what's going on around here," Sora said, glaring slightly. For the first time in a long time, he wasn't able to smile at anyone. Since that day when he'd seen Tidus in the Emergency room, barely hanging on with an oxygen mask securely fastened to his face, he hadn't been able to smile.

"You must be new. First time in Juvie?"

"And last, hopefully."

"Well, well. Then let me show you around." The kid said. "The name's Cebre, and yours?"

"Sora."

There was a pause. "Really?"

"...Yes?" He asked cautiously, not understanding his surprised yet expectant tone. The kid, Cebre, shrugged it off it seemed and gestured for him to follow.

"So down this corridor is all the cells, as you can see. And through that door on your left are the showers and to the right, the eating hall. Those are the main things you need to worry about, but straight ahead... Straight ahead is solitary confinement. Sometimes they keep you in there days on end with no interaction from other people. Been there. It ain't fun, let me tell you. But know if you are being bullied, sometimes that's the best place to go. There isn't a lot of supervision during the night. There are guards on the outside of this here door that leads into the cell corridor, but otherwise they let us chill, really. Its supposed to be a way of testin' our responsibility or something, and since everyone is usually tired, it actually works out pretty well."

"Right..." Sora breathed, trying to take it all in. They were now in the cafeteria, and Sora looked around at the empty tables. It was 5 in the evening, so why weren't there people eating?

"Before you ask, let me clarify... Eating times are at 6 in the AM and 7 in the PM, you understand? Don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know. Sometimes, if we're lucky, they give us lunch around 12 in the noon. Usually they take away our lunch if somethin' bad happens. Like this one time, it was my fault because I bit one of the guard's leg and drew blood. He said I cut him with a knife because he was trying to cop a feel on me, but honestly, where in hell am I gonna get a knife, eh? Needless to say, he's gone now, so you won't have to worry about him trying to feel you up."

Sora felt nauseous. This was all way too much. And people trying to... feel other people up? And kids no less?

"Hey, you ok? You look pale. This too much for you, pretty boy?"

"Just stop it, Cebre. I just want to go to bed."

"They don't turn the lights off until 9:30..."

"I don't care... I just... I want to sleep and hope I wake from this nightmare." Sora ran a hand through his chestnut locks, sighing deeply in frustration.

"So how'd you get in here? You seem to nice to come to the J-Facility," Cebre pointed, ignoring his statement.

"In all truths... I'm not quite sure. I think I was framed, you know? I was at this stupid family reunion and I went out on a drive with my friend Tidus..." The name made him choke slightly on emotion. A deep pain welled within him as tears rose to his eyes and he had to look away and bite his lip softly to keep himself steady. Cebre, for once being polite, did not ask. "...and next thing I know... I'm not feeling too good and we crash."

"Did you drink any alcohol?"

"Not a drop."

"Odd. What'd it feel like when you were going out?"

Sora described the long story and feelings, Cebre patiently waiting, even though he'd gotten more than he bargained for. However, by the end of the story, the smaller boy lit up and exclaimed, "Ruffies! You know, the date rape drug. It has no smell or taste so you wouldn't even know. Sounds like that might be it."

"But how would that get in my drink?"

"Hell if I know. Any suspicious characters about when you were drinking?"

Sora thought about it for a long time, but nothing came to him and he shook his head.

"Well I don't know. There are some sly people in this world. So... why are you in here? 'Cause they said you was driving under the influence or something?"

"Yeah... defaced property, DUI, and I didn't have permission to use my mom's car."

"Sucks to be you. You probably shouldn't be in here."

"You think I haven't figured that out already?" Sora retorted, glaring a bit.

"Hey! What are you kids doing in here? Cafeteria isn't open yet!" It was a guard, and he didn't look happy.

"Sorry Damien! He's the new kid, just showin' him around." Cebre tried, but was unfortunately shot down.

"Get back to your sleeping accommodations, we're doing a check!"

"Yes sir." The younger child grabbed Sora by the wrist and dragged him off back towards the corridor, but they were detained by said Guard.

"You said he's new? You're name wouldn't happen to be Sora would it?"

"That's... me." He said nervously, looking up at the tall man.

"You need to go to the main office asap, you got me? Now go! Through that door and to the left."

Thus, Sora went through a door in which Cebre had not bothered to explain and to the left where he found another door labeled, conveniently, Office. He gently opened the door and stepped inside, looking around a bit before someone called for him.

"And you are...?"

"Sora." He said quickly and politely, biting his lip softly as he waited for the man at the desk to reply. He looked at the paper in front of him and sighed.

"DUI, huh? I hate kids like you..."

Despite not knowing the man, the words hurt deeply and he sighed and looked away, tears threatening his eyes again.

"Defacing property... Not permitted to drive the vehicle. Tsk, shame, shame shame. Why don't we go ahead and give you your ID number... here you go" He handed him a small half sheet that had some information and his real name, followed by the ID number which read D819673. "You don't have a name here, got it? You will respond to your number so memorize it."

"Yes sir..." He said softly in return, feeling very run down and exhausted just from coming here.

"Good. Now go. There should be fresh linens for you on your bed, and everything you need in a pack on the desk. The belongings you brought with you have already been searched and everything, if anything, was detained that could cause potential damage to either a fellow Juvenile Delinquent or yourself."

"Yes, sir," he noted, and quickly took his leave, staring at the piece of paper in his hand as if it said his parents had died.

When he got back to his bunk, he was relieved to see nothing had been taken from his belongings. All he had brought with him was a journal, a notepad for letters, and a bracelet. But it was an extremely special bracelet, made out of the sturdiest of rope that fit around his wrist perfectly. It was Tidus'.

Sighing very softly, he stared at it and fingered it gently. He didn't know if he would enjoy it here, in fact he knew he wouldn't...

He ran a hand through his untamable, spiking locks and stared at the top bunk, then at the bottom. It didn't appear to be slept in; the top bunk. He tilted his head. Maybe that kid was crazy and the 'Shadow' was just that: a shadow. However, he resisted the urge to rebel and claim the bottom bunk and climbed on up to settle in and get comfortable. It wasn't, though. The mattress was lumpy and cold, and his pillow was flat and barely provided sufficient support.

Again he sighed, but this time in aggravation and frustration. He didn't know if he could handle this for six months. But without even realizing it... he drifted off into a rather peaceful sleep, despite everything.

"He must have been exhausted," said some kid next Cebre, currently in the parallel cell. Cebre shrugged.

"New people are always exhausted the first day."

"How long do you think he'll last?"

"Well... when the Shadow gets back, he won't." Cebre scratched the back of his head and turned to face his companion.

"Have you heard of his return yet?"

"No, but I have a feeling he'll be back within the next month... That kid's name right there is Sora."

"You don't think he could be the Sora, do you?"

"It's very possible... It's very possible."

"Lights OUT, ladies," called a guard. The two rolled their eyes. They would continue the conversation another day.

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Soon, an entire week had gone by without Sora realizing. Since he was new, everyone was keeping him busy with new surprises everyday... and not all of them were good. For instance, poor Sora had been showering for the first time, degradingly trying to cover himself when one of the bullies of Juvie, known as Strip, decided he would take a little fancy to the lad. By and by he tortured the poor brunette by either commenting on his body, or even being so bold as to grab at him. Needless to say, Sora ran out of there as quickly as he could... and that was just this morning. It was amazing what the guards didn't see, and even more so what they didn't hear.

The first time Sora had had a chance to be alone to write in his journal, he heard muffled sounds coming from the cell over. Curiosity killed the cat when he took a gander to make sure everything was alright. Sure enough, two boys were going at it in that cell, but he couldn't tell if it was consensual or not. Either way, he wanted to stay out of it and he quickly hid his things and rushed out to find everyone else.

During this short week, he and Cebre had become close friends, but for some reason, most people kept their distance from him, and talks would abruptly end sometimes when he entered the room and result to low whispers and glances in his direction. The young juvenile he'd come to trust assured him that this was how all new kids were treated, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they were all hiding something from him.

And then, it was as if a tornado hit. Today, the Shadow was all everyone was talking about. Just from walking by a few people, Sora gathered that this 'Shadow' was to be joining them shortly, and the brunette had mixed feeling about this. He didn't' have a clear image of this guy. Some said he was extremely mean, other's say he is quiet but nice, but all agree that he is very well respected and... quite gorgeous? Sora shuddered at the thought. Boys talking about other boys being beautiful was not something he was used to, and by no means did he want to dive into that murky water.

"Heh. Looks like the new kid's going to have to deal with the Shadow first hand. That sucks. He's never happy when he gets shoved into this place," said the bully that Sora really, really hated. He found his name was Damien, but everyone called him DUI.

Pointedly, Sora ignored the remark and sat down at a cafeteria table next to Cebre.

"Hey, Sora. So I'm guessing you heard the news?"

"Who hasn't?" He sighed, picking at his food slightly.

"Don't worry... everything will probably be..." but he didn't finish. Just then, the door slammed open and everything went silent. Sora was afraid to look. If the 'Shadow' was everything people said he was, he would no doubt kill him in an instant once he found out he'd have to share a cell with him. There were, in fact, rumors circulating that he had killed someone... and rumors that he was especially mean to new kids; Thought them all to be haughty and egotistical with their crimes. Would that apply to him?

He could hear his footsteps coming closer. He could hear his own heart in his ears. Or perhaps it was just his heart and he was overreacting? Or maybe he wasn't because he definitely saw a hand come down on the table in front of him.

"Well, well, well." A familiar voice. He looked up. "If it isn't Angel Sora."

Riku?

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Scythe: Oh, I know. Evil cliffhangers. No worries, I will post the next chapter quite soon. Keep in mind: I am moving and the like, so don't rush me now. I'll get to it when I can. I am a Night Writer!