Abandoned Hope in Second District

NS: Yay! I have REVIEWS! Thank you MUCHES to DieChan (Kirby), Seaki (Kari), Kumachannanoda and tegan! And thanks for the alerts by DieChan and Kaiamara! Here we are at chapter 3! With…7944 words not including this chapter, and 12020 including it! -smile- I've never done that much with a successful story. SO! Here is your loverly chapter 3 complete with a lemon (-coughRAPEcough-). If you aren't comfortable reading rape, I'll have lots of warnings of for you so you can skip over it if you want.

It seems to have skipped my mind in the previous chapters but I should probably mention that this story contains (and is based around) YAOI/mXm/shonen-ai/BL/slash/etc, and that means boy-on-boy relations. If…you don't know that by now, though…you're a little denser than you know.

…and for all your lurkers…thanks for upping my hit-count :sqwee:

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

"Text that looks like this is Tsuki talking to Sora."

'Text that looks like this is Sora talking to Tsuki.'

Chapter 3--I Would Rather Die

NS: WARNING!!!: There is a rape ahead of you! A very creepy rape that is fatherXson…and not in the 'good way'. (All you fangirls know what I'm talking about!) If this bothers or offends you in any way, then DON'T read it! I don't want flames b/c of it! ...TY!

.:Sora:.

--Dream Sequence Flashback--

"Dad! I'm home!" Fifteen-year-old Sora called happily, closing the backdoor behind him. He dropped his sports bag to the floor and propped his baseball bat against the counter before locking the door and heading on through the house. Sora glanced at the clock. It read 8:45, which meant he had forty-five minutes before he had to go meet Riku. No reply came, but at this time his father was always out drinking, so he shrugged it off and headed upstairs.

Twenty minutes later, he was showered and wearing an outfit more suited for clubbing with Riku: a tight black tank-top that stopped just above his bellybutton, baggy black jeans that hung loosely off his hips, multiple chains and belts adorning them. He added rainbow jelly bracelets, black eyeliner, and a black spike collar to complete the look. As he checked his hair for the fourth time while he waited for the clock to read 9:15, giving him just enough time to meet Riku, he heard the front door open and shut. Sora called downstairs to let him father know he was there. He grabbed the silver crown necklace on his dresser and slipped it on before leaving the room. He never left the house without it--it was a gift from Riku on his tenth birthday…the same birthday on which Sora lost his mother…and Riku had almost lost Sora.

"Dad, I'm up here! I'm gonna go meet Riku in a few minutes!" A groggy moan came from the general direction of his father and Sora rolled his eyes. His father was drunk…again. Of course, he knew he would find him this way, but a little part of him hoped that he wasn't wasted. His phone alarm went off and he meeped. It was time to go meet Riku! The happy teenager left his room and thudded downstairs. As the front door came into sight, Sora thought he had made it. Then a figure was blocking the way, rocking back and forth.

"Where the FUCK do you think you're going?" he asked, though it was slurred, so it sounded more like:

"Swhere ze fwuck zoo joo shink yer goin?" Sora stepped forward and tried to push past his father.

"To meet Riku." Chaku laughed and pushed Sora back.

"Oh you're little boyfriend?" he eyed his son, "You look like a fucking whore." He stepped forward and grabbed Sora around the waist. "…it's because you're my little slut…" he whispered close to Sora's face. Sora shuddered from disgust and tried to pry the older man from him. His alcohol-laced breath was hot on his face and filled his nostrils. Sora took a deep breath--the words had stung him.

"I wish you wouldn't talk like that…" he murmured and wriggled out of his grasp, making a dive for the door. However, Chaku stumbled in front of it first and shoved Sora backwards on his bottom. His chains jingled as he fell. Chaku leaned forward and grabbed Sora by the crown necklace and pulled him up so that they were face-to-face.

"And I wish I had a son who wasn't a worthless filthy whore. But we can't all have what we want." Chaku pulled him up so that Sora's feet dangled above the ground and the metal chain snapped, links falling to the floor and the crown pendant sliding away from them. Sora fell back to the floor and hurried to pick up the pieces of his present from Riku while Chaku cursed at his hand, which was bleeding from a small cut caused by the broken necklace. Most of the fragments collected, Sora scrambled over to the coronet (1) and reached for it, when his hand was stepped on by a giant foot. He cried out and tried to wrench it away, but the weight of the man crushed his digits and kept him down. Chaku ground into the hand and grabbed a fistful of his son's hair, pulling his to his feet. A low whimper rose in Sora's throat, eyes clamped shut. The man's free hand grabbed Sora hard around the waist and gripped him harshly, releasing the grip on his hair. Another whimper--Sora knew what was coming.

Stumbling, Chaku guided the teen to the living room and pressed him against the wall. He took his wrist in his grip and squeezed. Sora yelped and the links he held fell clattering to the floor beneath them. He took a deep breath and fell limp, knowing it would be over soon, just like all the other times--and then he could go see Ducky. Sora let his head loll to the side and the man instantly reacted, attacking the delicate skin there with his lips. Hungrily, he tore away Sora's tank and sank to the floor, bringing him with him. He hungrily licked and nipped at his tender flesh, leaving various lines and bite marks as he trailed down. Before Sora realized it, his own pants were unfastened and being jerked down to his ankles. He tensed, but otherwise lay stiff, allowing the desecration to continue. A strong, unhesitant hand gripped his member and the fingers flexed over it, giving Sora an involuntary erection. A tear formed in the corner of his eye, feeling as if he was somehow betraying Riku.

Chaku grumbled and stole away Sora's boxers; leaving the boy completely naked, save for some random jewelry. The man nuzzled the tip of Sora's member against his lips, purring lightly, before taking his entirety into his mouth. Sora gasped and lurched forward at the lack of subtlety. Dragging his teeth as he went, Chaku slowly pulled back up and off of the erection, then licked lightly at the tip. His tongue traveled from the peak to the base and back up, making Sora moan deep in his throat. He brought himself to be propped on his elbows as his father violated him completely, taking him into his mouth again. Chaku sucked hard a few more times before pulling off and abandoning his member, so close to orgasm. Sora fell back, panting as few beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. When he glanced back at his father, he could see that he was, too, stripped of his pants and working his organ fiercely, small moans and groans coming from him.

Figuring it was over, Sora sat up and reached for his pants, when suddenly, a shaky hand grasped his wrist.

"You're not finished yet." Slurred speech announced. Sora growled and grabbed the crown from his necklace, swiping it blindly in front of Chaku. It grazed his cheek--but not enough to faze him. He simply roared and slapped it out of his hand, then pulled Sora over on top of his half-naked body. He pushed Sora's face farther down and the side of his penis grazed Sora's cheek, which led to a disgusted shudder on Sora's part. "Blow me. Now." A great amount of tears came to Sora's eyes and he tried to scoot away, but was brought back over by his hair. "Fucking do it." Sora nodded slightly and parted his lips to some extent, bringing them over Chaku's head. "…more." He commanded though it sounded more like a whine. Sora obeyed and took the rest of his length into his mouth, bobbing up and down slowly. "Oh god! Oh goddd…you dirty, filthy little whore. Just like that…ohhhh…blow me! Jesus!" Chaku bellowed in ecstasy, appearing to be more for himself. Sora whimpered and almost choked, trying to pull up and away, but a grasp on his throat stopped him. "Oh, no you don't. Finish." Sora sobbed, salty tears running down his face, but sucked a little harder. Chaku grabbed the back of his head and pressed forward, bucking his hips as well. With a final groan, Chaku came and Sora pulled off, his essence spilling over his lips. He spit it over the floor around him and wiped it from his face and onto his arms.

Sora whimpered and sniveled, trying to crawl away. But apparently, his father still wasn't finished because Sora could feel him pressing against his back, still erect. Sora paused, eyes shooting open.

"No…Daddy, no…" Chaku didn't hear him. "NO…." he tried again, but he was again, ignored. "NO!" he screeched, but Chaku didn't acknowledge him if he heard.

'No…I was saving it…for Riku… ' is all he thought, a hot tongue pressing to his entrance. His arms buckled under him and failed, leaving his bottom propped in the air. Sora broke down into sobs on his arms, rubbing the seed of his father farther across his face. The wetness left his anus and was replaced by sticky warmth. A few moments later, Chaku pressed into his son, taking away what little innocence he had left, not even giving time to prep him. Sora gave little whimpers with each thrust, his whole body lurching forward until Chaku finished, filling Sora with his seed. Pulling out, he stood and stumbled away upstairs to find his bed.

For a long while, Sora just lay there, unmoving. His breathing eventually regularized itself and he dissolved into tears and sobs, holding himself tightly. When he had collected himself to realize what had truly happened, he forced himself to stand and hobble into the kitchen, where he washed away the filth across his arms and face. Not bothering to collect any of his clothing, Sora trudged upstairs, weary and blurry-eyed, searching for the warmth of his bed. All he left behind was a pile of disgust and a slightly blood-stained crown pendant.

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WARNING!!: There is a very gruesome murder ahead of you! If this bothers you, feel free to skip over it!

Sora had been wrapped in his blanket, trying to sleep in his fresh, clean PJs, when a voice from outside disturbed him.

"Chipmunk! Chipmunk! Hey, let me in, man!" Sora sat straight up--it was Riku! Ducky was outside! He was struck with an epiphany and hunkered back down on his bed.

'Ducky…can't see me like this. No. He'll hate me…He'll hate me! It's all my fault! ALL MY FAULT!' Sora screamed at himself, covering his head with his arms, scrubbed clean, though they still felt dirty. Riku was climbing up the ladder to his window, now.

A voice came to Sora's mind. It was soft and soothing and felt good to hear.

"Sora, love. Are you alright? You sound terrible." Sora glanced around, searching for the voice, but saw no one.

'Who are you?' The voice chuckled--it was the voice of a man.

"I'm you, of course. Just call me…Tsuki (2). Moon in the sky, do you understand?" Sora smiled at the reference.

'I understand.' Riku was at the window, now, but Sora didn't notice.

"Chipmunk?" He called gently, a soft wind blowing into the room.

"Don't mind the boy. He's not important."

Sora frowned. 'Boy?'

"Yes. Don't you hear him? He's in your room, now, you know." The bed sank under Sora and he whipped hi head around, gawking at Riku. He was scared--because of what he had done. He just knew that Riku would hate him. And on top of that, he had broken the necklace, the gift from Riku himself. His friend reached out to him.

"Chipmunk?" Sora yelped and yanked the sky-blue blanket over his head, hiding his face.

"The boy is going to know something is wrong. You shouldn't act so suspicious. Really, Sora."

"I don't care…I don't wanna fucking see him. He fucking hates me, now. He'll hate my face!" he hissed, though Riku couldn't make any of it out. An arm was over Sora's shoulders, now. He tensed momentarily, then heard his name whispered.

"Sora…" For a very long time, Tsuki spoke to him and Sora spoke back, almost forgetting the other boy in the room with them. Tsuki told him not to be afraid and that by morning, everything would be better. He was sure of it. Chaku would be taken care of. Sora nodded mentally and hugged his knees together, crying freely once again. He found himself being pulled into Riku's arms. The blanket was taken from him and he simply held him there, rocking back and forth. A beautiful singing voice poured from Riku's lips--a song that both their mothers had always sung to them.

"A gentle voice flows through the trees. Carried by, the gentle breeze. 'You're not alone, though it may seem. Do not forget, you've still got me.'" Sora nodded and sobbed loudly, grasping Riku's shirt tightly.

Riku finally spoke, his voice feather-light. "Come on, Sora. Tell me what's wrong." Sora swallowed and gazed up at his friend with terror-filled eyes. He nodded a little.

"D…Daddy." Sora muttered in a cracked voice.

"Go on." Sora paused before continuing.

"…I wanted my first time to mean something." Was the answer he gave.

"He raped you…"

Sora's eyes grew wide. "No! I…I just didn't say no loud enough!" The older teen gripped his shoulders.

"Sora. No. He raped you. This is serious."

"You know he's right, Sora."

'Shut up!'

Sora shook his head fiercely. "No! That's not right! He loves me. He loves me!" He screamed.

"Stop feeding yourself these lies."

'They aren't lies!!'

"Why would you think that?! If he loved you, why would he--? NO! He DOESN'T love you!" Riku yelled back.

"How do you know?!" He demanded, ripping from his grasp.

"Because I would never do that and I—!" Riku stopped.

"Pay close attention."

'Why don't you just go away and leave me alone already?!'

"You WHAT, Riku?!"

"… I love you." Riku admitted before disappearing from Sora's sight. The teen dropped to his knees and held the sides of his head.

'…he's a liar.'

"Why would he lie to you, Sora?"

'I don't know!'

"Then how can you be so sure?"

'I just am!'

"So you've decided it, then? You don't believe me and he doesn't matter to you anymore?"

'…no. He doesn't matter. I told you he hates me, now.'

"Good. Then be my friend. I won't ever yell at you and I'll never hate you for anything you do. You have my word." The voice seemed to materialize into a person beside Sora. Black hair was gathered in a ponytail that fell far down his back and piercing red eyes sized Sora up, holding out his hand. "So? Friends?" Sora prepared to reach out his own hand when there was a crash downstairs--like glass shattering. The shadowed

form of Tsuki disappeared and was only a voice, again. "It was nothing important. Don't bother." Sora sighed and crept to his slightly cracked door, peeking out into the dark hall. He could barely make out a figure stalking up the stairs and into his father's room. On his shoulder a baseball bat was propped--it appeared to be his own. Sora's heart began to race and he scurried away from the door.

'Tsuki…there's someone in the house!'

"So? He's in Chaku's room, and who cares what happens to him?"

'But what if he comes in here?!'

"…he won't." Sora didn't seem so sure of the answer, and was about to retort when a wail came from down the hall. He snatched a pillow from his bed and clutched it--that had been Chaku, screaming. A moment later, there was another scream and a crack, then his father's voice.

"Little bitch! Fucking STOP it!" It screeched. Another lower voice spoke after that, but was too quiet for Sora to make out the words. Tossing fear to the breeze, Sora jolted to his feet and headed down to Chaku's room.

"No! Don't go in there!" Tsuki pleaded, but he ignored it. He gasped and almost fell to the ground at the site that lay before him as he stood in the doorway. Riku was at Chaku's bedside, bat raised high above his head, obviously prepared to strike.

"R…Riku?" He murmured.

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

"Sora! Call the cops! Riku is trying to ki--!" Riku frowned deeply and brought the bat crashing into his back. Blood sprayed across the bed and Chaku's swollen legs.

"I didn't ask you to speak!" Riku spat. This time, he brought the bat across his face. A sickening crack could be heard as Chaku fell backwards. When his breathing had returned to normal, Chaku once again attempted speech.

"S…ora." His father huffed. In the corner of his eye, Sora watched Riku flick out a small knife that caught the moonlight shining in through the window.

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

"Ducky! 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 back to Chaku. "I will enjoy this far more than you know." His clothes were torn away and Sora turned away as the blade dragged down Chaku's chest.

"I think I'll make you hurt until you wished you were dead. And then I'll grant your wish." Riku promised.

Screeching echoed in Sora's ears and a squishing sound was faint, then a plop of something wet hitting the left wall. "I'm not finished yet, you filthy pedophiliac whore. Don't mistake this for mercy." Gurgled gagging and screaming, pleas for help were heard and something landed at Sora's feet.

"Sora, don't look."

But he did. And as soon as he had, bile rose in his throat. He doubled over and vomit spewed across the floor. Even after his stomach was empty, Sora continued to dry-heave, then fall over next to the puddle he had created.

"I hope you wish you were dead, because it'll be your dream-come-true." Cracking and crunching, splashing and squishing was all heard as Riku destroyed Chaku's face, finishing him off.

Riku fell to the floor, Sora rolled over in his filth, and Chaku was an unidentifiable mass of flesh. Hours passed that felt like minutes and the sun was shining in through the window. A knock came to the door, but no one was sane enough to answer it. The police came upstairs and tried to question the survivors, but only garble came from either of them. And for several hours, all Sora could hear was Tsuki incessant voice, soothing him gently, keeping him…'sane'.

--End Dream Sequence Flashback--

Heavy lids slowly opened, already adjusting to the darkness. Sora yawned and blinked a few times, unsure if he was truly awake, so overcoming were the depths of the shadows surrounding him. The room slowly came into focus and he tried to rub his eyes, noticing that that his ankles were bound to the wall by chains. A groan escaped him as he remembered the events of the night before--or so he assumed. Any amount of time could have possibly passed after then, and there weren't any doors or windows that he could see--leaving him clueless about how anyone could have brought him there in the first place. Sora appeared to be in a cell, and found it curious that there was a row of steel vertical bars to his left. Frustrated with his situation, he lay his lead over to rest on them an knocked into something hard--but it wasn't metal. A simultaneous: 'ouch!' was heard on both sides of the cage door. Sora gasped and heard a small laugh from the other side.

"Well, I guess you're finally awake, huh." This was a statement, and not a question. It was a boy, sounding no older than himself. Sora nodded, then realized he wouldn't be able to see him.

"….yeah. Where are we?" An exasperated sigh came from the other.

"Hellhole Bastard…er, Hallow Bastion. They call this place down her the Waterway, but to me it looks like a Sewer Maze…"

A pain rose in Sora's head where he had been struck. "Who was that man?"

Roxas perked up a little. "Hm? Who, Ansem?"

"I'm not sure…He had this strange, wild red hair, though…"

"…Axel." He answered, and after a few minutes and he no longer thought he would receive an reply.

"So you know him. Did you bring you, here, too?"

The boy tensed. "In a matter of speaking. Yeah. So what's your name, anyways?" He tried, desperate for a change of subject.

"Sora. And yours?"

"I'm Roxas." Roxas slipped his hand through the bars and Sora took it. They shook.

"Sora…" A voice gently whispered in the far reaches of Sora's mind. "Sora…" He whipped his head around.

'Who…who's there?'

"Tsk tsk. Have you really forgotten me?"

'Tsu…ki?'

"Ah, so you do remember. You need me, again. To help you through something. Otherwise, I would not be here speaking to you."

'Maybe because Riku is back.'

"Your beloved 'Ducky'? I thought he was in jail for murdering your father."

'Me too. But he's out, now.'

"And? Is that all?"

'I think I've been kidnapped.'

"My, you sound calm about that."

'I feel indifferent. There's someone in here with me. I can talk to him!'

"Really? Who is this person?"

'I don't really know…but he says his name is Roxas.' A gentle hand was rocking Sora's shoulder.

"Sora? Hey, are you alright? You kinda spaced out on me and started mumbling to yourself. Maybe you're hungry." Roxas, now trusted enough to be free of the chains, tore away a piece of bread and held it through the bars. Sora eyed it and shook his head.

"No. I'm not hungry. Just…tired." Roxas prepared to answer when the wall in front of Sora slid to the right and the familiar light filled the room. The blond shrank down and Sora stared up at the figure in the doorway. A smooth voice cooed out,

"Well, hello…my Sora."

(1)Coronet--Crown

(2)Tsuki--Japanese For Moon

NS: Chapter 3 is done and done! Even though it's 9 pages…it doesn't feel like all that much content…anyways! I know I promised two rapes…and there will BE another one…but in chapter 4, it shall be! I don't want more than 10 pages, and that would've finished it off and then some. I also wanted to get a lemon in here, but I'm finding that slightly…impossible. However…I have a question:

What couple do you all want to see a lemon for?

I have an idea, already, but…-shrug- I don't know if I wanna do it. So how'd you like Sora's POV on That Night? Now you know what happened. But you DON'T yet know why Chaku treated Sora so badly (you'll find out through more dream sequences). If you want to see a pic of Tsuki, email me and I'll send it to you.

TY! R & R!!