Flee From Our Troubles

Deep, Deep Trouble

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, but when I take over the world, I shall! - insert lame evil laugh -

Author's Rambles:
Okay, so at least you guys tried, so here is the next installment of this story. I don't know if this chapter is bad enough to move it to the rating "M" but if you guys think it is, then I'll move it. I'm really grateful to guys for trying to get the review count up, and so I'll try and get the new chapter out asap. But right now I have science fair to do, I've been wanting to revise my other story, and I need to catch up on some artwork that I need to scan. So I'll try and get the new chapter when I can.

Warning: Graphic scenes ahead. Don't like, don't read.

Loud and hard, I screamed, until I felt a fist connect with my stomach. I tried to curl up in pain, but the grip on my neck held firm and I felt a feeling of helplessness wash over me as the wind rushed out of my lungs and my stomach clench painfully.

"If you misbehave, we'll have to punish you like the animal you are, brat," the black haired one snarled, releasing my neck and throwing me harshly onto the damp ground, where I pathetically curled up into a ball. I could feel him and the other boys sneering at me, like I was some kind of sick joke for their entertainment. Against my best judgment, I started to crawl away, hoping, praying that someone would come and save me. That hope was short lived, however, when a boot collided with my back.

"You aren't getting away that easily, brat," the red head said, glaring down at me with a look that could kill. He pressed harder on my back, and I let out a whimper of pain as the bottoms cut into my back. Struggling only made things worse.

"Come on, Axel, let him up!" the blonde said, realizing the blood on my shirt was from his boot pressing into me. I finally just lay flat realizing that trying to get away wasn't helping me at all.

"Why should I? Going soft, Vexen?" the one named Axel replied, grounding his boot into my back, causing me to scream softly. My nails were digging into the mud underneath me as I tried to relieve myself of the pain.

"Stop it … please …" I tried with a feeble voice, the cuts stinging as the wet fabric of my shirt was rubbed into it along with the mud off the boy's boot.

"Axel, let up!" the black haired boy ordered, and the red head unwillingly removed the pressure on my back. I felt as hands grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back and I was picked up off the ground.

I realized it was the black haired boy pushing me forward through the rain. I wondered briefly where they were taking me, before they slammed me into a nearby alleyway. I fell to the cold, hard ground, where I noticed that the ground was dry. I glanced up and realized that the alleyway was covered. But that discovery was at the back of mind as I felt a blow connect with my side, the force strong enough to send me to lying on my back. I felt a groan escape from the back of my throat as the pain consumed me.

"Wh – why are you doing this?" I asked meagerly as I tried to find some comfort amidst this pain.

"Because we know what you really are. Slave," the black haired boy sneered as my eyes widened. He knew … he'd turn me in … I don't want to go back … "So unless you want us to turn you in to your former master, I suggest you do as we tell you. Got that?" he asked mockingly as he pressed onto my chest with his boot, sneering down at me sickeningly.

"Y-yes," I mumbled quietly. I could feel my breathing becoming strained and heavy. If he didn't let go soon, I'd faint. Everything that's happening is becoming too much …

"Good," he replied, still wearing his ugly smirk, and lifted his heavy foot off of me. I quickly inhaled the air I needed and gazed warily at my captors. "Hey, Vexen, where're your handcuffs?" he asked, looking down at me with a predatory glint in his eyes.

"Here, Xaldin," the blonde said, handing over a metal item he produced from his pockets.

"N-no!" I cried, trying to back away, but only hitting the wall.

"We told you to obey like a good little animal," Axel growled, kicking me in the side.

"Honestly, your former master … what was his name … oh yeah, Ansem, didn't train you very well, did he?" Xaldin said, bending over and grabbing my legs and dragging me towards him. He flipped me on my back and I struggled feebly but it was for naught as he grabbed my arms and cuffed them behind my back, rendering them useless. I tried to pull out of them, but somewhere in my mind I knew it was worthless. I watched as he stood up in front of me.

"Wh-what are you going t-to do?" I questioned quietly. I knew I was beyond helping myself out of this one. Someone would have to help me. I felt so helpless … just like always.

"You'll find out soon enough, pet," Axel sneered at me as he landed another blow on my stomach.

"Axel, stop doing that! If you damage him, we won't be able to have any fun!"

"You're right. Sorry, boss," he said, stepping away from me as the black haired one stepped forward.

"Are you guys sure we should be doing this? Out here, of all places?" the blonde asked, looking out the alleyway for any signs of passer-byers.

"What does it matter? If any one comes we can just leave the brat here," Xaldin replied, as he got on his knees next to me. I tried once again to get away. This was bringing up memories better left forgotten. These thugs were digging into wounds I would prefer to keep closed. "So what do ya say, kid? How about we have a little fun?" I just stared up at him with a glare, trying to hide my evident terror. "Heh. Not like you have a choice, do you?"

He reached for my shirt and I tried to keep him away. But, of course, he caught me and dragged the shirt over my head so that it bunched at my hands around my wrists. I closed my eyes, trying to tell myself that this wasn't happening, that what they were doing wasn't really being done to me. I kept repeating the words "this isn't real" over and over again in my head, till it was the only thing I could – wanted to think about. That was when I felt someone tugging on my pants.

My eyes snapped open in shock as I looked at the teen between my legs, tugging on the zipper of my jeans. I tried to kick at him – he was probably going to try the same things that Ansem tried on me … then made me do to him. It felt wrong. It always felt so wrong. He probably guessed what I was trying to do, because he caught my leg before it could get very far. With no other option, I chanced one more scream for help.

"HELP!" I screamed, over and over my hope starting to fade fast. Nobody was going to be out in this rainfall. Nobody was going to help something worthless. Something not worth protecting. Only one person had ever saved me before. And I had no clue where he was. He was the only person who gave a damn about what happened to me. My best friend.

"Hey, let him go!" a young boy cried fiercely as he faced down the two bullies holding a brunette boy in a cardboard box. The boys were years older than him, but he wasn't afraid. He was the boy with the daddy that owned theirs.

Inside the box, a brunette boy with ocean colored eyes was crying and banging on the top of the boy with all of his strength, which he didn't have a lot of. He was scared out of his mind. The two older boys had been saying they were going to ship him inside the box to some far away land. He didn't want that; that would mean leaving his parents and his new best and only friend.

"Let me out," he cried, with a final pound as he collapsed into tears.

"Let him go or I'll hurt you!" the little boy yelled, swinging his wooden sword around proudly, his long strands of hair flailing around his face as he wore his cocky smirk.

"Fine. We were just messing with him anyways," one of the bullies said before they left the brunette and his savior alone.

The proud boy went over to his objective and pulled the tape off of the top of the box and freed the crying boy inside. He pulled his friend out of the box and hugged him tightly, his hair mixing with the chocolate locks.

"It's okay, you're safe now," he said, comforting the trembling boy.

"Th-thanks …"

"Shut up, you worthless brat," the red head snarled while kicking me once again in the side. I started coughing at this, but someone shoving a fabric into my mouth and tying it behind my head muffled it. Thrown off by this I collapsed completely on the ground as the pain shot through me. I just want everything to stop …

"Don't you dare try anything like that again, or I'll hurt you so bad you'll never be able to speak again," the black haired one whispered into my ear as he gripped my neck around my windpipe. I felt tears come to eyes as he released me and once again went back to tugging the rest of my jeans off.

"Damn, this brat is becoming more trouble than he's worth," Axel growled as he watched the scene before him. I felt as my jeans were removed and he started on my boxers.

"Do you guys really think we should be doing this? I mean, look at him! It looks like this kid has had a pretty rough life as it is," Vexen said, looking down upon my nearly naked body. I still had tears rolling down my face as the man continued to pull down my boxers.

"I don't remember asking your opinion, Vexen," he said, a primal look in his eyes. I remember hearing what that look is called once … I had seen it all the time on my masters face … I think it was called … Lust. So this is what Riku had meant by wanting me … my body. This is why their words had sounded so horrible, and why I was trembling when I had heard them. I felt a grim realization wash over me as the words sunk in.

I can't believe that I hadn't thought of Riku this entire time. Wasn't it him who said he'd protect me?

'Hah. Some protection now,' I thought bitterly as I heard the faint sound of a zipper being undone somewhere in the distance, but by now I was too far gone. I continued to think.

Now my feelings towards the silver haired boy were confused. I was mad at him. I wasn't going to deny that. I was angry that he had left me, and now I was in this mess. It's his fault that these jerks were going to do things to me. But … at the same time I have this strange emotion … it's stronger than those feelings of hate and anger. It drowns them out. Yet … for some reason I can't name the feeling.

'Can't? Or won't?' a place somewhere in my mind asked. And I realized that I had no real answer to that question. These feelings … why did I have them? It's not like I really knew him for that long, or all that well, so why?

"Hey, you slime! Pay attention to me when I talk to you!" Xaldin snarled, slapping me across the cheek. I glared at him as he glared at me in return.

"Mmm?" I screamed, the word "what" muffled by the gag in my mouth.

" I said, 'Are you a virgin or not?'" he repeated himself. Completely dumbfounded by this question, I just stared stupidly at him.

"Answer him, bitch," Axel scowled, as he gave another kick at my stomach. This caused me to cough even more. Things were starting to look fuzzy, and my head was spinning; even though, I finally realized the position we were in. He was between my legs, I was naked, and I could see his –

"Well?"

"Mmm mm mmm mmmm?" I asked with a glare, knowing I was most likely beyond help.

"What? Axel!" I felt the gag being removed.

"Why do you care? It looks like no matter what I say your still going to do … you know … that to me," I said, a faint blush coming across my cheeks. Everything's going dizzy …

"Well, I was going to be nice and prep you, but if you put it that way …" he said trailing off. I watched in horror as he started to reposition his self and me. I could feel something pricking my backside … Things were starting to grow even hazier. I would collapse any minute now …

"Hey, boss! Someone's running this way!" I heard the frantic scream of the blonde.

The last things I heard as I wavered in between the shores of consciousness and unconsciousness was a feminine voice yelling, "Hey, what do you punks think you're doing? Let him go!" and the frenzied yells of the three boys. Then everything faded to black and I knew no more.

Riku … why didn't you come?

Author's Rants:
Gomen nasai Sora! Don't worry, things will get better ... I think ... Well, anyways, review and I'll work even harder to get the next chapter out!