Abandoned Hope in Second District

Ns: Chapter two! W00t! …I'm starting this chapter before I wait for reviews on the first one (or even bother to get it up) sooo…tis not my fault if I didn't take your suggestions or comments into play just yet. -bows- Gomen sai. There will be more AkuRoku in this chapter, but…not the way you think. I'm afraid there may not be much of that at all. I had originally PLANNED for there to be, but I realized I jumped to something a little too quickly in the fic and ended up having to shift some things around…so now there will be RoxasX…someone you don't even want to THINK about… Also, I hope to have a lemon soon! Not in this chapter, I don't think, but maybe chapter 3. Definitely by 4. Although I'm not sure how many chapters I'm going to have. I'll stretch it out as far as I can without dragging out the story, because, as you know, I've already got it all planned. When there ARE lemons (be it forced or otherwise), I will let you know ahead of time so that you can skip over it or whatever, although I do suggest you read the loverly content. I love being such a perv. –cheesy grin- Thanks to my reviewers (assuming I get/had any) and here is (finally) the next chapter of Abandoned Hope In Second District. Enjoy!

Oh, uhm…there is, eh…fluff in this chapter in the .:Roxas:. Part…if you don't wanna see him get molested by a creepy dude, skip that little section and go straight to .:RikuSora:…

OMG I DON'T OWN KINGDOM HEARTS! ...DUH. :)

Chapter 2—Intentions Strike True

.:Axel:.

"But I just got back! I really don't think I should already be-"

"No one cares what you think. You understand nothing. I know everything. Including the day you die if you continue on as you are now. You will do as you are told and fetch the boy. Is that clear?" Axel bowed his head before the man in front on him in unwilling, but completely necessary submission.

"Fine. But after this, you keep Roxas out of it. It's my debt to pay off and not his." As he spoke, golden eyes that watched him flashed.

"Giving me orders, now? I believe I retrieved you both from jail, did I not? Respect that concept or I can have you both put right back as you were. Are you now fully aware of your situation?" Axel grumbled and nodded.

"Yes sir. May I go?" The man nodded and Axel stood, turning to leave.

"Remember, Axel, that I hold your dear lover's life in my hands. If you do not do as you are told, he will suffer and die. Like all the others. And it will be your fault just as it was before." Axel flinched and pushed the door open a little harder than needed, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was usually such a calm person, but the things that man said and did…were just infuriating.

Back in his room, Axel pounded his pillow again and again, then flopped into it, screaming as loud as he possibly could. After several minutes of this, his voice was mostly gone and the screams dissolved into salty tears. Choked sobs were muffled by the fluff held in his face and he gripped it so hard his knuckles turned white.

"R-Rox…as." He whined.

.:Roxas:.

There is a place called Hollow Bastion. In this place, there is a great castle where the self-proclaimed 'all-knowing' Ansem resides. Being a well-known 'bad guy', most people avoid Hollow Bastion (often referred to instead as Hellhole Bastard) at all costs. But if you have the right connections (which very few do), you can visit this place and even speak with Ansem, managing to escape with all of your bones and organs in tact. But it is suggested that only the extremely desperate even attempt Ansem's help, knowing full-well the consequences. For once you have entered his grasp, you don't escape until your debt is repaid in full with interest. A very dangerous business.

But apparently, no one told Axel it wasn't safe to seek Ansem's help for anything, ever. And so he did. He used Ansem's influence and help to get him and Roxas out of prison. Not a very smart move on his part. A debt is owed, now, and until it is paid…

Blond, spiky hair now fell over in masses in his face, making him look homeless. But at the time, Roxas really didn't give a damn. He was chained to the wall, sitting in the darkest, coldest, scariest place he had ever seen. The whole floor he was on was nothing but a maze with confusing passageways that moved when you touched certain places or turned handles, or whatever the particular step was. No one would ever be able to find him, even if they knew he was there and tried to rescue him. What had Ansem called that place? The Waterway? Yes, that was it. The damned, fucking, asshole, waterway. Roxas exhaled slowly.

"This. Is. Gay." That had to be the first thing he'd said since he'd gotten there, though he'd thought a lot, and it was that. The second set of words followed. "I trusted Axel. I trusted him and this is what I got. Never again." He told himself, though he knew it to be a lie.

There hadn't been anyone around for some time. Hours. Probably thirteen or fourteen hours at least. Maybe longer. Hell, there was no way to tell. It wasn't like they let him keep his fucking watch. As those thoughts passed, they were quickly corrected. The wall in front of him shifted and bright white light poured in, Roxas squinted his eyes and turned his head to the side. A shadow cast through the center of the light and fell over Roxas' huddled form. A brick was pressed in and it slid back closed. The light was gone, but was soon replaced as a crystal was touched on the left side of the room. The light wasn't overbearing, though, and Roxas could see who it was. That bastard. Ansem.

"What do you want, now?" Roxas asked, annoyance heavy in his tone. Ansem narrowed his eyes, but Roxas didn't see, or care for that matter.

"Is that any way to speak to your captor?"

Roxas made a face and mocked him in a squeaky voice. "Is that any way to…I DON'T CARE." Ansem's nose wrinkled just slightly and he stepped forward.

"Don't get cocky. Just because I like them feisty doesn't mean I'm going to take mouth from you."

"And who says—Wait…what do you mean by 'you like them feisty'?! What the hell are you talking about?!" The man's golden eyes shone in the light of the glimmering crystal a moment before he touched it again, and just as the light faded, a pair of disturbingly cold lips were pressed to Roxas'. His eyes shot open and he tried to press further against the wall, praying silently that he would be able to sink into it. This did not work and he squeezed his eyes shut tight. Hands as cold as the man's lips were making their way up Roxas' shirt, feeling along the smooth contours of the tanned boy's stomach and chest. Their lips broke a moment in which Roxas spat and gasped for air while Ansem wet his finger, then resumed his places, dipping the moist finger into the blonde's bellybutton. A sensation shot through him and he gasped. Taking full advantage of his open mouth, Ansem's tongue darted inside. Disgusted, Roxas bit down hard on the pink muscle intruding in his mouth. Ansem pulled out and removed his hand from the other's shirt.

"…little bastard." He spat. Roxas did not move or open his mouth. Instead, he frowned deeply and glared daggers into the man in front of him. Apparently, this hadn't discouraged Ansem as much as Roxas thought because it didn't take him long to recover from his 'injury'.

Strong hands forced Roxas' hips down to the stone floor and Ansem attacked his neck, making his way gradually down with little nips and swirls of his tongue. When he got to a certain spot, the hollow where the collarbone dips in, Roxas involuntarily jerked forward. Enjoying this, Ansem licked at it lightly. Roxas forced his back to stay against the stone wall he remained chained to. He began licking and sucking in earnest. An expression akin to pleasure crossed Roxas' face of it's own accord and a slight moan escaped his parted lips. Continuing on this spot, one of Ansem's free hands traveled down to his inner thigh, rubbing the material softly at first, then rougher, earning another moan. He soon came to realize that Roxas, despite his pleas to himself, was getting quite hard, and that was something Ansem could smile at. However, fulfilling his slave's sexual desires was not why he was here. Deciding to leave it at that, Ansem stood, laughing to himself at the fact that poor Roxas was still chained to the wall and could not even relieve himself.

"I believe that's all for now." He stated simply as he touched the button on the wall, again, and exited the room. Roxas slumped over, a trace of drool—he wasn't sure who's it was—trickling from the corner of his mouth. An obvious, painful lump was stretching his leather pants tighter than they were meant to be and he panted heavily, unable to believe he could've actually…enjoyed that. He spit on the ground and groaned, seeing the specks of blood in it. A pang of guilt hit him suddenly.

"Axel…I'm…sorry…" he managed before he fell asleep from both frustration and fatigue.

.:RikuSora:.

Careful to wait until Cloud pulled out of the driveway and was far enough down the street that he could no longer be seen, Riku sneaked over to the apartment building and back up the stairs. He tried the door, first, seeing if it was unlocked. Which, of course, it wasn't. He sighed.

"Always the hard way…" He knocked and a few minutes later, a groggy, childish voice came from within.

"Coming." The familiar sound of multiple locks being undone was heard and it slowly opened. Seeing who the 'guest' was, Sora stumbled backward. He was obviously more collected than he has been the previous night, but didn't look much better besides.

"Riku!" he hissed," Go away. You shouldn't be here!"

"Why? Because Cloud says so?"

"No, because I say so!"

Riku did not falter. Instead, he brushed past Sora and stepped inside. Sora groaned and shut the door angrily.

"Why are you acting like this?" Riku asked without turning to face him. "You're not my Chipmunk." He shook his head.

"You're right. I'm not 'your chipmunk'. I'm Sora. Cloud has even given me a new nickname. He calls me Cubby."

Riku snorted. "Is that right? What are you, 5?" There was a long moment of silence, during which Riku sat on the couch and Sora took a place beside him. "Sora, do you remember…when we were teenagers? That night I came and saw you. I climbed up to your window and you told me what happened and…I took you in my arms and told you everything would be okay. Do you still remember?" Sora felt a tear start to form in his eye. He nodded. "Did you hear me that night? What I said before I went out that window? Or did…the wind take my words away?" Sora nodded again and more tears started up, threatening to fall.

"I…I heard you." Riku smiled and looked at him.

"I wasn't lying, Sora. I loved you then…and I love you now." That was it. The dam broke. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks. This time, he shook his head instead of nodding.

"I can't. I can't love you." Riku's brow furrowed and he stared hard, listening even harder.

"Why…not?"

"After what you did. After what that put me through…how can you expect me to love you back?" he wiped away the tears and smiled. The bastard smiled. "You killed my father. I hate you. Get out."

The color drained away from Riku's face and he gaped, unable to speak. After all he had gone through to get back there. To get back to his Sora. This is what it all came down to. Getting rejected and being hated by the one he loved. He stood to leave when the front door was busted down and a man stormed in. Sora's head whipped around and Riku stared in disbelief.

"Axel? What the hell?!" He exclaimed, watching curiously as Axel stalked over to him and pulled a bat from behind his back.

"Sorry, man." He whispered before it came crashing down on Riku's skull, knocking him out cold. By the time he awoke several hours later, Axel and Sora were already gone.

.:Sora:.

A crudely-made brown cloth sack was thrown to the floor at Ansem's feet. A groan came from within it and it began moving.

"Alright, I'm done. Gimmie my Roxas back." Axel demanded.

"Ansem eyed the bag. "And what of Riku?" Axel's eye twitched.

"I knocked him out. He doesn't know where I took Sora."

"You should've brought him, as well."

"You didn't fucking tell me to!" Ansem stepped forward and slapped Axel hard with the back of his hand. Axel's head snapped to the left and his jaw slacked. As his cheeks began to redden and swell, the pyro pouted and itched to play with his lighter.

"I am finished listening to your back-talk. You will not speak to me that way anymore," a small smile cam over his features, "Got it memorized?"

Axel's mouth turned up into a scowl. The bastard was mocking him.

"I need Riku as well. He is the one who will ultimately complete the transaction. Right now, as we speak, Flight 28's engine is failing. The pilots are unable to do anything. However…without the boy, there is no way to obtain the…price."

Axel clenched his fists and his jaw, though it still stung from Ansem's blow. "I don't understand why you didn't just tell me to bring Riku from the beginning. If it's him you wanted, I'm sure I could've gotten him to come with me!"

"Because, simple-minded fool, I wanted them both. Though I think now I will have Riku find his own way here. Go and leave him this." Ansem threw an envelope through the air like a shuriken and Axel caught it between two fingers. "That should be plenty enough to get him to me. And if not…then it seems you were wrong about his feelings towards the other, after all."

.:Riku:.

Dream Sequence Flashback

As Riku hit the ground softly, he turned his head to the side slightly, eyeing Sora's window. "I promise, my Chipmunk, Chaku will not hurt you any longer. Not ever again." He took a moment to steady himself before stalking around to the back door. Groaning at the difficult lock, though he should've expected it, Riku punched right through the glass and reached his hand through to unlock it. At that moment, Riku was thankful for their lack of alarm. After he picked the glass from his hand, Riku let himself in.

'I need to move fast. He probably heard me…' Riku picked up a baseball bat propped against the counter by the backdoor and swung it side-to-side, testing it's balance. He smirked—it was just right for Riku's strength and structure. He made his way through the house quite easily. He knew it just as well as his own and had no problems finding the master bedroom where Chaku, Sora's father, was sleeping comfortably in his massive bed. This sickened Riku further, knowing the man could sleep so soundly after raping his only son. His grip on the bat tightened and he didn't bother to close the door behind him as he entered the bedroom. Chaku shifted slightly in his sleep, but didn't wake.

'Good.' Riku thought, 'the more surprise the better.' Riku approached the bed and glared down in disgust. The man was clutching himself, even in sleep. Riku immediately concluded he was dreaming about Sora—his Sora—and his adrenaline began pumping. He lifted the bat high over his head, gripping the wood harder than ever in both hands, and brought it crashing down on Chaku's legs. He woke instantly and sat up, clutching his injured limbs. He let out a wail that made Riku's stomach turn—but in an oddly satisfying manner.

Chaku, red-faced, glared in disbelief at Riku, barely managing to form a sentence. "What the fuck are you doing, you stupid bitch?!" Was the most logical thing he could make out. This, however, did not help his situation at all, and Riku brought the weapon down on Chaku's legs again. He wailed once more and a cracking sound echoed in Riku's ear. He smirked. This was kind of fun.

"Little bitch! Fucking STOP it!" The smile faded a little.

"…I don't believe you're in any position to be giving me orders." Riku prepared to strike again, when a terrified voice came from the doorway.

"R…Riku?" Riku froze, not wanting to turn and look him in the face, but he did anyways, the smile returning. Truthfully, he should have realized that Sora would wake and come to see what the matter was.

"Hello, Sora. I'm taking care of the situation. Don't worry, just go on back to bed--"

"Sora! Call the cops! Riku is trying to ki--!" he was cut off by a blow to the back that sent him into a coughing fit. When he recovered (mostly), there was fresh blood sprayed across the white sheet in front of him. His legs were turning shades of deep purple and black. By his left knee, there was a bone protruding through the skin, blood flowing from it into a puddle around him. Both legs were badly swollen.

"I didn't ask you to speak!" Riku spat. This time, he brought the bat across his face. There was another loud crack and he fell backwards onto the pillow, taking a long time to stop gasping for breath. Tears streaked his bloody, swollen face and he began sobbing involuntarily. Sora stood frozen to the spot, almost unable to fully take in what he was seeing.

"S…ora." His father huffed. Sora's attention was drawn to Riku momentarily as he dropped the blunt object to the floor. Chaku and Sora thought Riku was finished. But they were very, very wrong.

In Riku's hands, he now held a pocket knife. It was small, but efficient in it's current purpose. It shone in the moonlight slipping through the blinds.

"I hope you enjoy this, fucker. Enjoying it just as much as you enjoyed raping my Chipmunk."

"Ducky!" This was Riku's given nick-name--he hadn't heard it in a while. "I told you! It wasn't ra--!"

"Stay out of this, Sora. The grown-ups are talking. It's out of your hands, now. This bastard is mine." He turned to the appointed 'bastard'. "I will enjoy this far more than you know." The boy reached forward and ripped away Chaku's shirt and shorts, leaving him bare. Before he could react, Riku sat on his legs, and easily held both arms above his head, one-handed. He still grasped the butterfly knife in his other. A maniacal grin spread across Riku's pale face and fear flashed in Chaku's eyes. The blade was brought to his chest, which Riku dragged painfully slow, slicing thinly into the flesh. Chaku hissed and a few more tears slid down his face, but he knew better than to flinch with a blade pressed to him.

Taking an eviler twist to things, Riku detoured to the left side of Chaku's chest. "I think I'll make you hurt until you wished you were dead. And then I'll grant your wish." He promised, digging into the skin. Chaku cried out in a choked sob and continued wailing as Riku slashed in a complete circle. He grabbed the flesh he had cut at and ripped it away, throwing it across the room. Riku had removed his left nipple. Riku's hands were slippery and laced with blood, but he still gripped his blade firmly. The hot red liquid ran in streams down Chaku's side and down into his bellybutton, pooling there. Riku released his arms, fully believing he wasn't going anywhere.

"I'm not finished yet, you filthy pedophiliac whore. Don't mistake this for mercy." His grin widened and he slid down farther, playing with the knife a moment before gripping Chaku's manhood in a bloody grasp and clenching hard. He brought the blade's tip to the head and shoved it inside. The wails and pleas filled Riku's ears and he shivered from delight. With an angry force, Riku shoved the blade deeper inside, then yanked it out. Blood and saliva gathered in the man's throat and gurgled begging for forgiveness could barely be made out. The blade in Riku's hands was flipped over so that it was beneath his fist, blood already drying and caking there. One swift swipe was all it took. Riku tossed the seven inches of flesh behind him and it landed at Sora's feet. He took one look and keeled over, vomiting all over the floor and dry-heaving once his stomach had emptied. Riku had tossed his father's manhood at his feet.

Riku climbed off of Chaku and resumed use of the baseball bat. "I hope you wish you were dead, because it'll be your dream-come-true." The young boy unleashed a wrath of fury on Chaku's face, not caring that he had died after that second swing, or that Sora had fainted and was laying in his own stomach bile. A wild grin spread across his face, increasing with every blow. Blood sprayed across his face and his eyes lit up with excitement. Finally, he finished, collapsing on himself in the bedroom floor, smiling as wide as ever.

And that's the way the police found them the next morning: Chaku, murdered in his bed, left nipple and penis removed, skull, back, and legs bashed in, and a long slash down his abdomen. Sora, fainted in a puddle of his own vomit. And Riku, giggling madly in the bedroom floor, blood covering him, gripping the bat in one hand, pocket knife in the other.

End Dream Sequence Flashback

Streams of light poured in from cracks in the broken blinds in the window and fell over Riku, still lying slumped in the floor. As it hit his face, his eyes squinted and slowly opened. That dream, again. The dream about what happened… The boy released a moan of pain and brought himself to a sitting position. A sudden realization shot through him.

"Sora!" As he came to his feet, a pounding rose in his head and the room spun for a few seconds—something Riku decided to be from the blow. He gritted his teeth. "…Axel…" What the hell had his so-called 'friend' been doing?! Even if Sora had been acting like that…even still. Riku took a full breath. It had all been drawn from that night. The same night in which Riku told his friend he loved him. In which Sora had been raped by someone he trusted. In which Riku had brutally murdered that person with a smile on his face. It had been a night of pain, regret, and overall loss and hatred.

Now what was Riku going to do? He had to think about the situations, options, and possibilities. Apparently, Axel was not on his side and had abducted Sora. But why? He wasn't anything to his friend. Could he be working with someone? But who? Axel said he had only been to Traverse Town and Twilight Town in his entire life! It made no sense! Maybe his life had been threatened? And Roxas! He wasn't even with him! Maybe they were conspiring together! …but then, again, Axel didn't let on to being all that brilliant. ARG! Too many possibilities!

Riku rose and prepared to leave, pondering why Cloud hadn't come home during the night, when a note stuck to the door caught his attention. He promptly snatched it away and ripped open the envelope. It wans't hand-writing he recognized, but the letter read:

Dearest Riku,

I believe we have taken your lovely Sora. Don't worry, we haven't done anything with him…yet. Just be sure you come and get him, soon, or we just might. Come to the Hollow Bastion Library just outside of Traverse Town. You can't miss it.

Ansem

Riku blinked. "Who the FUCK is Ansem?!" he screamed, shoving the note in his pocket and storming outside.

NS: WHEW! Another chapter done! You know, I think I'm getting better at making sure I actually WRITE the chapters…:sweat: It's longer than the first one…and better written. The chappie is over 4 thousand words! -does the happy dance-

…So Sora is kidnapped! (Oh noooees!) What's Riku gonna do now? -cries-

Hey…no numbers this time! W

This chapter was FUN F-U-N to write! The fluffy-goodness, the MURDER scene (muahaha)…all of it. There will be…a rape next time…hm, a saucy chapter. If you don't like that stuff…you may or may not want to skip it completely…but I'll put lots of warnings up for ya!

How'd I do on the romance? The violence? Tell me! I need constructive criticism! I'm planning on (thinking about) a showdown between Axel and Riku (maybe with swords :P), so who do you want to win? I think I already know who WILL win…but I'd like to know what you think!

…anyways! Enough blabbering! R&R! I love you guys!