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2. Trouble

The disease allows me to feel those nothings and nobodies that aren't really there.

I had always been a loner. I never liked company for too long, even if that company happened to be what was left of my family. I needed my personal space, that's all. It wasn't that I didn't like Namine, I loved her with every last inch of what was left of my heart [if I even really had one].

Humoring myself, I lifted my free hand and placed it over the left side of my chest and, sure enough, felt the slow, sad, and dull ba-bump, ba-bump, of my weak, pathetic heart. I let my free hand fall limp to my side and continued to drag my feet through the damp streets. My hood was pulled over my face, hiding my eyes from everyone. The rain still hit my face, but I didn't want anyone to see me looking continuously at Sora, who was walking rather forlornly next to me.

He walked up until we were brushing and whispered, "Can we talk?"

I groaned and immediately turned into the alley next to us. People gave me shifty looks, but I couldn't care less. I'd get even weirder looks if I was caught talking to myself. "Okay, what?" I asked him, sitting down beside the dumpster and looking up at the brunette with an angry expression.

He shuffled his feet. "Did you leave... because of me?" He asked, his voice a bit sheepish and regretful. Odd for Sora, who was always brightly smiles and bubbly laughter.

I smirked. "No, Sora, it wasn't because of you. Namine doesn't have the room for me and I don't want to be another expense to her, anyways. She's struggling with money and I can struggle on my own."

He smiled down at me. "You're a good brother, Roxas."

I grinned back at him. "Thanks, buddy."

"Who are you talking to?"

I immediately jumped to my feet and met eyes with the group of three in front of me. The one with the eye patch seemed to be talking to me. I dusted off my pants and gripped my bag I had slung around one shoulder tightly. "Uh, no one, forget it."

He smirked at me. "Oh really? No one else is around?"

This time, I didn't look so confident. "N-No."

"Good."

I barely processed being grabbed before I felt the opposite wall collide with my back and I grunted loudly. "Shit." I muttered, and then I felt my left arm get pinned to the wall. I looked to see a girl with bleach blonde hair smirking devilishly at me. I swallowed hard.

"C'mon, Roxas, fight!" Sora yelled from behind her.

I turned away, but my right arm had been pinned by a confident-looking man with, get this, pink hair. Had I not been in this life-threatening situation, I would've laughed at him. I definitely wasn't laughing when I felt something cold touch the side of my neck. The man with the eye patch smirked at me when he noticed the fear rising in my icy blue eyes.

"Now look who's so confident." The man grinned at me.

I struggled, but it was fruitless. Both the evil blonde and the cocky pinkette had a tight hold on me. "Let me go!" I shouted at them, but the knife pressed a bit harder and I bit my tongue.

"Boy, if you keep yelling, yer gonna get killed." The oldest, the one with the eye patch, snapped at me, his one eyes zeroing in on me. "Got it?"

I nodded wordlessly.

He loosened up. "What's in the bag, shorty?"

The blonde released my arm and I threw it to his feet. "All my belongings." I stated, letting her pin my arm up again.

Looking unconvinced, the oldest rifled through it. He tossed some things to the ground, soaking some of my clothes in the dirty water but I didn't say anything. I wasn't the greatest fighter, and I'd surely get killed going up against these three.

When he was done, he stuffed all my stuff back in sloppily and tossed it back to my feet. "Huh. You a runaway, kid?"

I nodded.

He nodded back, and then quickly checked my pockets. "No money?" He asked.

"No money." I answered.

He snickered. "Damn. Well, I guess there is one thing I can get out of you." He said with a sly grin. I didn't really get what he was getting at until I felt the pink-headed boy take my other arm and pin them both above my head while the blonde covered my mouth and held the knife to my throat. The oldest smirked. "You're a good boy, aren't ya? You won't scream." He grabbed my hips and pulled himself against me.

That's when I understood: I was going to be raped.

"No, please!" I tried to scream, but it was too muffled to be coherent.

"What? Can't here you. Was that a go ahead? Alright, then." His right hand slithered down to grab my crotch and I yelped, trying to move away from the disgusting touch. The oldest just laughed sadistically at my obviously displeasure. He squeezed me painfully, bringing tears to my eyes.

"Larxene, think you can get the jacket off if Marly lets go real fast?" The oldest asked as he grinded into me. I could feel his erection. I felt sick to my stomach.

The blonde, Larxene, smirked. "Or, I'll just hold the knife... here." The knife slid lightly to the top of my windpipe. My eyes widened. "And I think he'll take it off without complaint. Right, gorgeous?" She whispered hotly in my ear and I whimpered. Marly, the pinkette, let go of my arms and slid the jacket off of me when he figured I wasn't going to do it myself.

"That's a good boy." The oldest said in my ear when Marly pinned my arms back up.

I closed my eyes tightly. I felt so disgusted as he grabbed my crotch more and more. He rubbed his erection against mine which wasn't forming very quickly. I was too scared to be aroused, and like hell if I would be aroused by him.

"Roxas! Fight them! Please do it!" Sora yelled from behind the crowd.

I couldn't see him, could barely here him. I just wanted to fall asleep and not ever remember this. I didn't want this memory. "I can't do it, Sora." I mumbled. Only Sora would be able to understand it. I felt the oldest grab my ass hard and I jerked away, but that made me jerk into him. He groaned and smiled down at me in that sick, twisted way that made my stomach churn.

"Take his shirt off." The oldest ordered, and Marly let get go of my arms to take off my shirt. I was shivered by now, the rain still pounding hard all around us at an ice temperature. Plus, it was freezing outside already; fall was coming.

The oldest leaned down and licked from my neck down to my collarbone. Then, he bit me and I groaned, shaking. I didn't want this. I didn't want any of this.

The oldest frowned. "I don't like his reactions." That's when I felt his fist drive into my crotch and I screamed out against Larxene's gloved hand. "Much better. I like that, much better." Another fist came into stomach while he sucked at my collarbone. I hated this so much I couldn't stand it. I was crying now, not just from the pain in my crotch and stomach, but from the pain of knowing I was going to be raped by this sicko. I should've listened to Namine.

"Roxas, please..." I think Sora was crying.

I could feel his hand go down my pants, but he stopped.

"Roxas..."

He became frustrated so he punched me again and then began undoing my belts. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to fight away my consciousness, but then I heard it.

"Hey, guys."

Everyone that held me froze. I even felt the oldest freeze up against me. Over my molester's shoulder, I could faintly see green eyes, fair skin, red hair... but my eyes were growing hazy with the pain and the tears. "No." I mumbled, shaking my head. Not another. Please.

I could feel him look at me for a second before he smirked and looked at the one in front of me. "Xigbar." He stated before he rushed forward and ripped the guy clean off of me. Xigbar got another punch in, making me hunch over even with my arms still pinned above me.

"You little shit!" Someone yelled and I realized it was Marly, right in front me. He grabbed my hair and lifted me off the ground. I screamed out, but he slapped me across the face probably as hard as he could. "You called him, didn't you? Didn't you!" He yelled at me, but then he was ripped away too. I fell to the ground and something sharp cut down my hand. I was sobbing, almost screaming, at this point. Not only was I in great pain, I was petrified. I could hear grunts and yells of pain, the sound of fists meeting skin. I feared it would come for me, so I closed my eyes and waited, listened.

I heard a girl yell in preparation of attack and then in pain. Then, I just heard muffled groaning before the sound of foot steps running away. I looked over at my clothes that were discarded into a puddle and pulled them into my chest, not caring if they were soaked. I was so cold I was numb. This hardly bothered me.

"Hey, are you-"

My head snapped up and I forgot there was another. The redheaded one. One that wanted me for himself, maybe? He knew them all, so I couldn't take chances. He was to my left, where the alley let out into the street, but I could find another way out. I didn't care about my clothes, or my bag, I just cared to get out of there with my life and my virginity.

My eyes widened into saucers as I stared at him, too scared to really search the face for anything I might recognize. I scooted away from him, my legs threatening to buckle as I stood up.

"Hey, now, I won't-"

"Back off!" I yelled, grabbing Larxene's knife and holding it up shakily. It tumbled right out of my hand and skidded in between us, the handle covered in my blood. We both dove for it, but he came out victor. Of course, I was in no condition to fight. I back crawled away from him until my back hit the wall. I closed my eyes, holding my hands out, open, and bleeding in defense.

Clink!

"Roxas, look." Sora said beside me and I looked towards the noise. Far down the alley way, something caught the light of one of the streetlights. The knife.

"Wha...?" I murmured.

"Roxas, it's the man from the grocery story." Sora said next to me and pointed up excitedly.

I quickly turned back around and saw the man with the fiery spikes walking towards me. I pressed myself harder into the wall, but I didn't have anywhere to go. I couldn't run, and my eyes told me his legs could carry a good distance. Plus, I had no weapon. So, I started breathing quickly and audibly as he came closer. Tears continued to pour out of my eyes, but I tried to keep them away as much as possible.

"Hey, now." He held his hands up innocently. He even smiled a little, his eyes squinting at the corners like he smirked or smiled a lot. "Hey, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you."

I shook my head. "No... you know... you know them."

The green-eyed man nodded. "I do, but I'm not like them. I promise." He gently placed a hand on my knee and offered me his hand. "Can you stand?"

As if to prove me wrong when I nodded, the pain in my crotch returned and paralyzed me. I closed my eyes tightly against it, shaking my head. "It hurts."

His voice became concerned. "What hurts?"

I peeked out of one eye and blushed a bit before muttering, "He punched me... there." I put both my hands protectively over my crotch.

"Damn it." The man said before taking my wrists and prying them away. "I know it hurts, but you shouldn't do that. It'll make it worse. C'mon, I'm taking you to the hospital." He pulled gently on my wrists, but I pulled him back with all my remaining strength. He ended up toppling over me. "What?" He whispered, because he was close enough.

I started really crying again. "I can't... I can't go to a hospital. They'll... send me back... don't send me back. Please don't send me back! I'll do anything you want, I swear! Anything! Just don't make me go back, please." I sobbed to him.

He put his hands over my mouth and made our eyes meet. "Okay, okay, calm down. No hospital, okay? No hospital, no police, no nothing. Just you and me. I'm taking you back to my house, understand? It's only me there, so no one else has to know about you, got it? Can you trust me?"

I held his eyes as he spoke. When he was done, I looked a bit to his left at Sora who was grinning down at us. He nodded excitedly in response to the man practically on top of me and gave me a thumbs up. "He'll take care of you, Roxas. Don't worry."

I met his green eyes again and nodded without a word. He took his hand off my mouth and picked up my bag next to him. "C'mon, I don't live far from here. We can take the alleyways so no one sees you, okay? There's always police out on the street and we look mighty suspicious." He chuckled, grabbing my discarded clothes and stuffing them into my bag. He tossed it over his shoulder much like I did and then looked down at me. "Can't walk?" He asked again.

I attempted to, using the wall for support as I pushed myself to straighten up, but I couldn't. Not with the pain that seemed to spread from the two bases to cover my entire body. I bit back a groan and tears and promptly shook my head. He took my arm I used to support myself and brought it over his shoulder. I felt bad that he was to bend down a lot because I was so much shorter than him, but it definitely helped with the walking.

"So, do you have a name, stranger?" He asked me.

I froze, my mouth forming my name but it never went past my lips. I looked over at Sora, but he was just staring ahead of himself like he was in a trance. "Um..."

"C'mon, you can tell me. I already promised I won't turn you into the police."

I swallowed hard. "I'm Sora." I croaked hoarsely, of course not looking into his eyes. I looked up at him when he just nodded, obviously not going to reply. I rolled my eyes at him. "Are you so full of yourself?"

He snickered. "Best not to say that to guy who is going to house you, no questions asked." He pointed out, pretending to drop me just to make a point.

I snickered back at him. "But you already asked me a question."

He looked down at me with a playful smirk and narrowed eyes. "Maybe I'll just go leave you back there. They're not expecting me to rescue you, they'll probably go back there and look for you."

I shifted uncomfortably. "You don't... mean that, do you? You aren't going to put me back there, will you?" I hated how much I sounded like a innocent little kid, but I couldn't help it. At this point, I was an innocent little kid. I was scared out of my mind and I was in so much pain I was surprised I hadn't passed out yet.

I shouldn't have thought that.

Axel looked at me and frowned. "Are you sure you're okay, kid? You look-"

I didn't really hear the rest. I felt my eyes roll back and my body go numb.

We both fell to the ground. "Sora!"

Not... Sora... I'm... Roxas.

There was a sound that was a lot like static. It was fuzzy, and really far away from wherever I was. It kind of echoed, which made me curious as to where I was. That's when I felt it. No, I smelled it before I felt it. The fowl stench that surrounded the creatures he created. I could smell it, strong and close, and it made my nose wrinkle. I blanched at the smell, and tried to turn away from it but something heavy sat on my chest, weighing me down.

"Roxas?" I knew that voice... Sora? "Roxas, get out!" Get out? Of what?

The static grew louder, drowning out Sora's very distant yells. I wanted to protect my ears from the sound, but I was paralyzed. I was getting scared though, I could feel it working up beneath the pressure in my chest. My mouth opened and my breathing became labored. I could hear myself breathing, and it was so hard to do. It was so hard to keep breathing, with that pressure on my chest especially.

It was right after smelling that awful smell of the dark that I felt it. I couldn't tell if I was crying or sweating when I felt them brush my bare skin. Was I not wearing a shirt? I felt the soft brush of the crooked, one-line limbs. I didn't really know what they were called. Sora called them shadows, but they looked more like giant ants. Anti-Sora made them, and they both shared the same empty eye sockets that glowed yellow. They dragged their limbs across my skin briefly before I felt claws dig into my back and drag down. I arched up, possibly screaming. I couldn't hear myself anymore. The static was too loud, the stench too strong, and the pain too great to focus.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it." I said as I exhaled.

"Sora?"

"Sora." I said. "Where's Sora? Sora!" I called out. He's fought Anti-Sora for me many times before. Maybe he could fight him now. I screamed out again, but something covered my mouth. "Sora help!" I yelled, but my lips seemed to be glued together. It felt like my chest was cracking open. A dark shadow rose from it, and it looked just like me for a minute. It dilated, fluctuated, and then became what it really was – or, rather, who. The shadow became Anti-Sora.

He stood and turned. Those glowing yellow orbs stared into my eyes with no emotion, because he only knew the negatives. He was the negative copy of Sora, and he was all of my negative emotions. I stared back at him, waiting for something. He reached a hand out, and the shadows emerged from it.

And they came straight for me: hungry for light.

"No!" I yelled and I sat upright. My body was sweaty and in pain, but my mind was in no better place. It hurt, I was mentally aching. It was a bizarre sensation, but not an alien one. No, that feeling was too familiar. I fisted the sheets covering the lower half of my body. I checked under the blankets to make sure I wasn't completely naked and was both pleased and not. I was pleased to know I was wearing pants, I did not like that they were not mine and were rolled quite a few times at the waist and ankles to just barely fit me. "What the- hey!" Two large hands look my shoulders and pinned me right back down to the bed.

The room spun, and I saw two different people standing over me.

I saw Sora, who was pale as a sheet and looking both terribly guilty and worried. I gave him a confused look, unsure of what reason he had to feel guilty. It wasn't like him to be so worried and guilty all the time. Those emotions belong to Anti-Sora... so why was Sora able to experience them?

The other person had fair skin, and really pretty green eyes, and red hair that just could not possibly be natural, and had these weird teardrop tattoos under their eyes. I kind of liked it, because it was just unique and I had never seen it before. Because of my foggy vision, I might've thought I was looking at a girl until I felt the large, masculine, somewhat soft and rough hands rub against my shoulders as they fixed their grip on me.

I gasped, staring up at the stranger and slipped out of their faulty grip. I sat up in the bed and scrambled to the other side. My chest heaved with fear. I still felt trapped in the nightmare, and I was trying to blink my way out of it. But I wasn't waking up. I was half-naked and trapped in a foreign room by a stranger. Why couldn't I remember him? And why did my head hurt so bad?

"Sora, just-" He moved from the head of the bed to where I was perched at the foot, cornering me. In a burst, I launched myself off the bed and slid right under his arm. I felt his fingers ghost over my bare back to grab me, but I was quicker. The momentum made my body rush forward and I couldn't stop myself from slamming into the door. Even so, I wasted no time in throwing open the door and slamming it behind me. I held onto the handle, fighting the man on the other side for the power of trapping.

When he started to win, I let go of the doorknob and darted down the hallway, trying to ignore the sound of the door behind me slamming open and footsteps coming after me. "Sora! Sora!"

Sora? Why is he calling me Sora?

"That's the name you gave him last night." Sora said as he ran next to me.

"I did?" I huffed.

Sora nodded. "He saved you from being raped last night!"

"What!" I yelled out just as my feet went through the floor. Or at least, that's how it felt. In reality, I had failed to noticed the steps in front of me and immediately went tumbling down them. I banged my head and back as much as possible on the way down and finally landed at the bottom on my side, curled in on myself like I was expecting more.

Footsteps rushed down the steps expertly, like they've known those steps their whole life and unfamiliar hands wrapped over my shoulders to roll me onto my back. I winced before I opened my eyes a bare slit and met those emerald eyes. "Jesus, you're an idiot." He said, but he sounded relieved.

I stared up at him before I mustered up the rest of my strength to shove him and get up. It was wasted strength in the end, because I failed to notice something vital again: I twisted my ankle on the way down and now I couldn't walk. Well, I could try, but the redhead wasn't injured and all I could do was limp and I was too exhausted to even push myself up from the ground now. Someone grabbed the waistband of my pants and dragged me onto my back.

The man stood above me with his feet on either side of my body. His eyes narrowed on me, angry and suspicious. "Seriously, what the hell is your problem?"

"You are." I seethed.

He rolled his eyes. "You are such a teenager."

I would've made a comment, but I was too focused on getting my breathing to calm down. Plus, I was really tired. At least, I was until I felt his knuckles brush against the bare skin of my waist and I panicked. Instead of pushing his hand off, I smacked him at hard as I could. His hand retracted, as anticipated, to cup his cheek in shock and I scrambled away from him.

"Don't touch me." I said lowly, pressing my back so hard against the wall I was afraid it might dent under my pressure.

He growled at me. "You stupid brat, why did you do that? I'm trying to help you, idiot!" He yelled, turning red with anger.

"I don't want help." I snapped back.

He bared his teeth. "Forgive me for saving you from being raped. I won't do it again."

I winced, but didn't say anything back. "I should go."

The man didn't say anything, but his eyes were burning. Since when could the color green burn like that? Was there such thing as green fire? I didn't think so, until his eyes met mine. Unlike Namine, whose eyes darkened when she got very angry (very rare), this man's eyes glowed brightly with anger. I was stunned by it and it's power. It reminded me much of fire, despite the color. He stalked forward and I shied away from him, holding my hands up in defense and shielding my face.

Instead of hitting me, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet. "Which one is hurt?" He asked, looking extremely pissed but concerned at the same time. I used to see that look in the women at the orphanage a lot. I saw it in the eyes of the lunch ladies who would always stare at our wounds from the caretakers. Angry that this is where they've ended up, and still concerned for the kids like they knew them well. That's exactly what this man looked like now: angry he was stuck with me and still concerned for my well-being.

I looked up at him in surprise. "What?"

He faintly rolled his eyes. "What, are you stupid? Which leg did you hurt?"

I looked down, and tested both my legs. "Uh, left one."

He took my left arm and brought it over his shoulder. "C'mon, you need to rest." He practically dragged me up the steps, down the hallway, and back to the room I woke up in. I'm guessing we were in his house, and so then this must be his room.

"Is this... your room?" I asked as we entered the room again.

He sat me down on the bed. "Yep."

I didn't reply to that, taking that as a strict end to our conversation. He backed up a few steps and looked me over. "I can't take you to a doctor?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

I shook my head vehemently. "No, you can't do that! They'll-"

"Relax. I won't, 'kay? Hospitals are icky anyways. If I can't take you to a hospital, I'll call my sister and her friend over tomorrow. My sister has had medical training and her friend – also my friend – is an orphan who I'm sure would be more than happy to help you out. She's been in a situation like this before." The corner of his lips tipped up before returning to the same neutral line. "Until then, you're just going to stay here. Did... did you want a shirt or some different pants? I'm not sure whose sweats those are, but your pants were soaked so-"

I gaped. "You... you took my pants off?"

"Don't be such a girl, Sora." He walked up and thumped my forehead. "Just your pants, nothing else. Not that you were wearing much more than boxers when I finally dragged us in. Thanks for passing out on me by the way."

I glared at him, nearly baring my teeth. "It's not like I could help it!"

He snickered. "Whatever. Did you want clothes or not?"

I looked him up and down. "I don't think I could fit your things, dude."

The man shrugged. "Have it your way." And he turned around and walked to the closet. He grabbed his shirt from the back of his neck and ripped it off. "If you're gonna be a girl, then turn around. It's kind of rude to watch people change unless, you know," He turned over his shoulder and smirked devilishly at me. "you're a pervert."

"I am not!" I yelled at him.

"I never said you were."

This guy was really beginning to irritate me. I huffed a breath and turned around, pulling my knees into my chest and wrapping my arms around them. I don't know how long it took a guy to change into pajamas, but I somehow managed to fall asleep in that position while he changed. When he was done, I'm assuming he realized I fell asleep. The last thing I remember before I really fell unconscious was two hands guiding my shoulders to the bed and covers laying over my body.

If only I knew what tomorrow entailed.