Disclaimer: I, Sora's Sacrifice, do not own Kingdom Hearts (none of 'em!) or any of the characters or creatures in it. This is just a fanfic! That is all.

A/N: Well, here it is, the second chapter. Thank you all for your reviews, you guys are so awesome! I mean, I don't think I've ever gotten 7 reviews on one chapter before! Thanks you guys! And now, enjoy (and review) chapter 2!

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Broken

Chapter 2: A Day at the Beach

Sora limped to school, very ungrateful for his heavy backpack, the night before, and especially his father. Sora couldn't put into words how much he hated his father. He hated him with all his might. He hated him with hate that was unknown to man. Yet, he still had to put up with him. And the worst part was, he lived alone with his father. No mother, no siblings, no help of any sort.

When he entered the school, he headed straight for his locker. Because of the fresh scars on his arms, Sora was wearing a long sleeved shirt. He was also wearing long pants instead of the baggy shorts he would usually wear.

As expected, when he reached his locker, the Three Brats were in front of it, blabbering on and on about stuff that Sora really didn't care about. Sora sighed deeply, hoping they would just move.

"Um, could you please move?" Sora asked kindly, looking at them with hopeful eyes. All three girls looked at him with disgust, as usual.

"Uh, why should we move, Sore-ass?" Kairi asked, making it sound like it was absurd or something.

"Because, I uh...I need to get to my locker..." Sora answered, gulping. Kairi, Selphie and Namine all looked at Sora like he was pathetic, and both Kairi and Selphie crossed their arms over their chests.

"Like we care." Selphie stated, turning back to her two companions and talking again. Sora sighed and took his usual seat on the bench nearby his locker. He sat there, waiting, and not after too long, a certain silver haired teen took a seat by him.

"Riku?" Sora asked, confused. He still couldn't get over the fact that Riku was actually interacting with him, even though it had been about a week since he and Riku first met.

"Yeah?" Riku asked, slightly annoyed from the fact that whenever he walked over to, sat by, or talked to Sora, he would say 'Riku?', as if the teen had never interacted with him before. Sora stayed silent for a moment and then looked down, feeling Riku's intense gaze landing on him.

"N-nothing..." Sora mumbled, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Riku rolled his eyes and looked forward, then back to Sora with a confused look on his face.

"Why are you just sitting here?" The silver-haired teen asked, furrowing his brows slightly.

"Because...Kairi, Namine and Selphie are in front of my locker again, and they won't move." Sora didn't like being a tattle-tale, but he couldn't help it, if he didn't tell Riku, he would probably just keep on asking about it until Sora told him anyway. Or would he? Sora wasn't sure, but that's what most people would do. Or so he thought.

"Uhuh." Riku said, finding the three girls and narrowing his eyes, then standing up and walking over to them. He started talking to them, and Sora wasn't sure what he had said, but whatever it was had worked, because soon they were out of the way of his locker and Riku was walking over to him, a victorious smile plastered on his face. "Problem solved." He stated, gesturing towards Sora's locker. Sora smiled and hopped up, glad he wouldn't be late for his class for once.

"Thanks!" He exclaimed happily, walking to his locker and opening it.

"No problem." Riku answered, nodding and following Sora.

"So, what did you say to them?" Sora asked curiously, putting books into and taking books out of his locker.

"Words." Riku answered simply, leaning against the locker next to Sora's. Sora stared at him for a moment, but then shrugged it off, closing his locker shut and putting his backpack back on his back.

"Hey! Riku!" Wakka called, running towards Sora and Riku with the usual Blitz Ball being carried under his arm. Riku looked up at him, smiling.

"Sup, Wakka?" Riku asked, standing up straight. Sora stayed silent and watched the two boys. Wakka, a boy Riku's age with very tan skin and orange hair that stuck upwards in an odd fashion, was an awesome Blitz Ball player, probably the best in the school. He often played with his best friend, Tidus, who was Sora's age, and often tried to get Riku to play. However, whenever Riku did play it wasn't for long. He would always get tired of Wakka's special 'moves' and 'techniques' and drop out of the game, claiming he was too tired to play any longer.

"Nothing much," Wakka began in that strong accent of his. "Hey, have you seen Tidus around?" The Blitz Ball-loving teen asked, looking around for said spiky-haired teen.

"No, actually, I haven't." Riku answered, shaking his head slightly. "He's probably busy planning ways to get Selphie to notice him." The silver-haired teen joked, laughing. Wakka laughed along and nodded.

"Ya, probably. Well, if you see him, let me know, ya?" Wakka asked, pointing a finger at Riku.

"Sure thing." Riku answered, nodding slightly.

"Ok. See you later, man!" Wakka said, turning and walking away. Riku just nodded and then looked over at Sora, who felt very out of place. Riku smiled at him, earning Sora's attention. Riku seemed in a daze, and Sora found himself blushing from being stared at by Riku.

"Uh, Riku...?" The spiky-haired teen asked, very unsure of what he was doing. Riku snapped out of it, and acted as though nothing had happened.

"What?" He asked plainly.

"Um, its just..." Sora began, looking at Riku nervously. Those two, aquamarine orbs went right through him, and Sora decided it better not to ask. "Er, nevermind." The fifteen-year-old finished, looking away from Riku. Riku raised a brow but before he could say anything else the school bell rang, signalling that classes were about to start.

"Ugh, stupid bell." Riku complained, looking up at the bell.

"Well, better get to class!" Sora chirped, hurriedly walking to his first class, which was history.

"Seeya." Riku said, turning and walking the opposite way of Sora, waving his hand slightly and then putting both his hands in his overly large pockets.

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It was lunch time, and once again Sora was eating alone, at the 'loser's table'. And, once again, Riku joined him. It was unusual for Riku to be so nice, especially to someone who was such a lower rank then him, and some of the other teens were getting worried.

Sora always took his own lunch to school, seeing as how he couldn't buy lunch at school because his father never gave him any munny, and Riku always got his lunch at school, because Riku was loaded. He could probably buy Six Flags if he wanted to (not really)!

Sora didn't know about Riku's family or his past or anything, and Riku didn't really know much about Sora's. All he knew was that his mother died and he lived with his father. He didn't know about the abuse or how she died or anything.

While Sora and Riku were eating lunch, Sora noticed, once again, The Three Brats whispering about them, and tried his best to ignore it. Riku, thankfully, broke the awkward silence that had fallen between the two, asking Sora about what he liked to do. Sora was at first kind of shocked by this question, for no one had ever asked him anything like that before, but soon answered saying he liked to sing, play the guitar, eat candy, etc. Riku found out that day that Sora was more talkative then he thought. The little guy could go on and on about anything and everything, and he also found out that Sora was very energetic and to never give him any kind of caffine.

Soon lunch was over and Sora and Riku headed to their seperate classes. Much to Sora's displeasure, they had no classes together. Not even one. So, Sora waited, for many hours, for school to be over.

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When school did end, however, Sora couldn't find Riku. He searched for him, but couldn't find him anywhere. Sora sighed and headed home, wondering what he was looking forward to anyway, he would still have to go home even if he did find Riku, and if he brought him home again, it would be worse then the night before.

Thoughts started to drift into Sora's mind about possible reasons he couldn't find Riku. Sora grew terrified. Had he said something at lunch that made Riku think he was weird or made him not want to be around him anymore? Was Riku in trouble? Did something terrible happen to him? Was he just using Sora for some reason and was now done with him, never to speak to him again? Sora tried to push away these thoughts, but he couldn't.

Sora arrived home a little while later, tired from the long walk from school to his house. He definately didn't feel like cleaning, and hoped that his father would be stuck at work. Sora took a chance and headed to his room, kind of thankful it was on the bottom floor at that moment, threw his backpack on the floor and plopped down on his bed, exhausted.

He closed his eyes and soon fell into a wonderful dream world. His dreams were the only place he could really go to escape everything. He loved dreaming, it took him to far off adventures and a world without his horrible father. Sometimes he would dream of his mother, he missed her so much. She was the sweetest, nicest, most wonderful person Sora had ever met, and he loved her more then anything.

Although Sora's dreams were usually filled with happiness and excitment, this time it was different. His father was there, and so was his mother, but he wasn't. Or rather, he was, but yet he wasn't. His father looked drunk, and had a knife in his hand, while his mother was fearfully backing up, away from him. They weren't in his house, Sora's wasn't sure where they were.

His father took steps closer to his mother, an evil grin on his face. His mother looked terrified, and though Sora wanted to do something to stop this, he couldn't, he could only watch in horror as his father got closer and closer to his mother. Then, all of a sudden, he stabbed the knife into her chest, most likely stabbing her heart, and she shrieked in pain, falling onto the ground, moments later dead.

Sora shot up from his sleeping position. His eyes were wide and he could feel them burning, with tears blurring his vision. Sora's breathing was heavy, and he could feel sweat dripping down his face. Sora wiped it off and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom down the hall to take a shower.

Once his shower was over, Sora went back to his room, still wrapped in a towel, and got dressed. Suprisingly, and thankfully, Sora's father was yet to return home. Sora was amazed. Usually when he wished for something, like his father being stuck at work, it wouldn't happen, but this time it did. If only it had happened the day before, then Sora could have saved himself a beating.

Even after his nap, Sora was still tired, but he knew he had work to do. He walked out of his room and began to clean whatever it was that was dirty, feeling more like an abused maid then a son. The only thing that really made him and his father related was their blood. Other then that, they had absolutely nothing in common. They weren't like father and son at all.

While Sora worked, he thought about his dream. It was so strange, almost like it had really happened. But no, it couldn't have. The police found his mother's dead body along side a stream, and they confirmed she had been stabbed in the chest with some kind of knife--no, it couldn't have been. Had his father really killed her? Was he the culprit? Sora shook those thoughts out of his head and thought about his day. He smiled slightly as an image of Riku popped into his head, the only kid at his school to talk to him or acknowlegde him nicely. Sora finally knew what it felt like to have a--dare he say it-- friend. Were they friends? Sora hoped so. He wasn't sure, he hadn't had a friend for so long, he sorta forgot what it was like. Sora decided he would ask Riku sooner or later, if they were friends or not, and decided to focus on his cleaning for now.

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When Sora's father got home, he barely even noticed him there. He seemed very tired, and went straight to his room. He didn't come back out until the morning when he had to leave for work. Sora had seen him, and he thought about his dream again. He tried once again to stop thinking about it and get ready for school--for the dream had bothered Sora all night and he barely got any sleep--, but found it was very hard.

Sora rushed out the door, hoping to catch the bus, and actually did. He got on the bus and searched for a seat, preferably one by Riku. But he didn't find him, and ended up getting tripped, again. Sora got up off the dirty floor of the school bus, thinking that walking might have been a better idea, and took a seat in the very back left corner.

Sora was thankful when they finally got to school, yet slightly worried. He couldn't find Riku after school the other day, and Riku wasn't on the bus, either. What if he wasn't in school today? What if something really had happened to him?

Sora rushed into school, as anxious as ever, and a huge grin appeared on his face when he saw a familiar silver-haired teen, standing at his locker. Sora sighed with relief and ran over to Riku.

"Riku!" Sora exclaimed, racing towards the older boy.

"Hey, Sor--" Riku stopped mid-sentance as he felt arms wrap around his waist, pulling him into a tight hug. Riku blushed slightly, though you couldn't tell because his long bangs were in the way, and froze, looking down at Sora with questioning eyes. "Sora, what are you doing?" The very uncomfortable teen asked. Said teen pulled away from Riku, letting go of him, and looked up at him, grinning madly.

"I'm so glad you're ok!" Sora exclaimed, smiling at a very confused Riku.

"Uh, why wouldn't I be ok?" The silver-haired teen asked, raising a brow.

"I couldn't find you after school yesterday, and you weren't on the bus, so I thought something had happened to you!" Sora explained, his happy voice turning into a more concerned, worried and yet relieved voice. Riku just looked at Sora for a moment, and then laughed slightly. Sora frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, wondering what was so funny. "What's so funny?" The spiky-haired teen asked, slightly annoyed. Once Riku stopped laughing, he answered.

"#1. I drive a car to school. #2. I was in detention after school yesterday." Riku explained, proud of himself for driving a car, and not so proud of himself for getting detention.

"Oh..." Sora said, uncrossing his arms and looking down shamefully, thinking of how stupid he must have looked and sounded just now. Riku laughed at Sora's expression and Sora could feel himself blushing. He turned and started for his locker, suprised to find that no one was in front of it. He opened it and stuffed some books into it, taking some other books out. Soon enough, Riku was behind him.

"Boo." Riku whispered in his ear, causing Sora to jump away from him with eyes wide and full of fear, and also causing Riku to laugh again. Sora frowned after realizing it was just Riku, and felt like today was going to be a lousy one. "Sorry." The older teen apologized, smiling.

"It's ok." Sora replied, smiling a little, finding he couldn't stay frowning at the silver-haired teen for long.

"So, wanna go to the beach after school?" Riku asked, leaning against the locker next to Sora's like the day before. Sora gave a very unsure look, a slightly panicked one at that.

"Uh, no! I can't!" The panicked teen answered, maybe a bit too quickly. Riku looked confused.

"Why not?" He asked, raising a brow. Sora noticed that Riku did that a lot, but decided not to think about that right now.

"Uh, b-because! I-uh..." Sora began, trying to think of a better excuse then 'my father will beat me to death'. "Because--" He tried again, still nothing. And then the lamest excuse finally hit him. "Because I don't have a swim suit!" Sora finished, cursing himself inwardly for not thinking of a better excuse. Riku looked at him as if he had just said the most unbelievable thing he had ever heard.

"What?" Riku asked, fully confused at this point, and quite shocked. "You live on Destiny Islands and you don't have a bathing suit?" Riku asked, eyebrows raised, eyes wide. Sora nodded shamefully, and Riku laughed a little, it seemed to Sora he had been doing that a lot today. When Riku was done laughing, he cleared his throat and grinned at Sora. "No problem, we'll stop by the mall on the way there." Riku said, as if it was the most simple solution ever.

"But, Riku," Sora began, looking up to him with pleading, cerulean blue eyes. "I don't have enough munny..." Sora said pathetically. Riku looked at him for a couple of moments, and then spoke again.

"Maybe you don't have enough munny, but that doesn't mean that I don't have enough munny." The rich teen said, crossing his arms over his chest and pointing a thumb to himself. Sora wasn't sure how he was going to get out of this, but he knew he had to somehow. He was about to speak when that blasted school bell started to ring, and students rushed to their classes, some faster then others. "Then," Riku began, looking at the school bell and then back at Sora. "It's decided. We'll meet at the mall after school, at the front doors, kay?" Riku asked, or rather, decided, and headed to his class. Sora didn't have the time to protest before Riku was gone. Sora sighed deeply and went to his class, hoping something would stop him from going to the beach.

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School ended faster then Sora would have hoped, and soon he was at the mall, with Riku, in a bathing suit store. He wouldn't have come, but c'mon, Riku was expecting him, he couldn't just not show up. So here he was, picking out a bathing suit that he didn't want, and hoping--no, praying--that something would stop him from actually getting into it. Normally he wouldn't mind, but he did now. If he got into a bathing suit, then people were bound to see his scars--and some of them were fresh, mind you--and they might get suspicious. Plus, if he went to the beach instead of going home, he would definately get a beating.

But Riku was persistant, and before Sora knew it, they were at the beach, with two of Riku's other friends, Wakka and Tidus. Sora was wearing his swimming trunks, as were Riku, Wakka and Tidus, and a white T-shirt. Sora's swimming trunks were blue, and had darker blue hawaiian flowers on them, Riku's were black, Wakka's were orange and Tidus' were yellow. Tidus was also wearing his usual small, shirtless vest, Wakka was wearing his usual vest, and Riku was wearing a dark blue T-shirt.

They had only just arrived, and Sora was more nervous then a wild snake being taken away from it's home by some idiotic humans. Riku introduced Sora to Wakka and Tidus, and soon enough, they were getting ready to swim. All the teens, aside from Sora, were taking off their vests and/or T-shirts. Sora wasn't suprised to find out that Riku had a perfect body. Tidus was the first one in the water, and then Wakka. Riku was about to run in, when he noticed Sora just standing on the sand, uncomfortably, with his shirt still on.

"C'mon, Sora!" Riku called, running into the water. Sora nodded and had a sudden great idea: leave his shirt on. Plenty of guys left their shirts on when they went swimming, so why couldn't he? Sora smiled, forgetting about his father, and ran into the water. He hadn't been to the beach for so long, not since his mother died, and it felt so good to be there--with his new friend, Riku, at that.

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It had been a long day at the beach. The sun was setting, and the four boys sat on the cool, beach sand and watched the sunset, all of them eating Sea-Salt Ice Cream. Sora couldn't remember what Sea-Salt Ice Cream tasted like until that day, and he couldn't get enough of it.

It had been a fun day, but little did Sora know what awaited him when he got home. Finally, it was over, and all four boys were going home, going their seperate ways until school the next morning. Sora wished that day would have never ended, he didn't want the fun to stop, and he definately didn't want to go back home to his father.

Sora tried to keep himself happy, re-thinking the events of that day. They had buried Tidus, made a sand castle that even Riku, the tallest of the group, could stand in, they had plently of splash fights, and finally they sat together and ate Sea-Salt Ice Cream while watching the beautiful sunset.

Sora frowned as he neared his house; he had almost reached his nightmare. When he did get to his house--much to Sora's displeasure--the lights were on inside. He quietly walked up the steps to his front door, and opened it quietly. When he walked in, he found his father on the sofa.

"Hello there, Sora." He said in his icy-cold voice. "I've been waiting for you." He continued, looking at his son with eyes full of hatred. Sora closed the door but didn't go any further into the house. "Where have you been?" His father asked, a frown on his wrinkly face. Sora looked down and mumbled something, obviously his father couldn't understand him. "What was that?" His father's voice was as sharp as daggers, and hit Sora right in the front.

"I...I was..." Sora started, his throat suddenly very dry.

"Yes?" His father asked, growing very impatient.

"I was...at...the...beach..." Sora answered quietly, gulping. Sora's father looked enraged, and before Sora even had the chance to look up, he was banged up against the door, hard. His father was holding him against it by his neck, and his grip was strong and tight. Sora winced in pain as body was mercilessly slamed against the door. He shut his eyes tightly, and then opened them to meet his father's death glare.

"You were at the beach?!" His father asked, anger boiling up inside him like a volcano about to explode. Sora nodded, the best he could with his father holding him up against the door, by the neck. "Why were you at the beach?!" His father demanded, gritted teeth and furrowed brows.

"Because..." The poor boy answered pathetically.

"Because why?!"

"Because...I-I was going to come home, but Riku-" Sora couldn't finished before his father was yelling at him again.

"Riku?! You mean that boy from yesterday?!" Sora's father asked, tightening his grip on Sora's neck. Sora's hands grasped his father's strong arm, trying to get him to loosen his grip.

"Y-yes..." Sora whimpered, realizing now that he had made a huge mistake. Sora's father gritted his teeth in anger and let Sora fall to the floor, making a loud thump. Sora rubbed his now sore neck gently, closing his eyes. His father lifted his leg and kicked Sora hard in the gut. Sora shut his eyes tightly, his hands clutching his stomach.

"From now on you are not aloud near that boy, do you understand me?!" His father yelled, picking him up by his hair. Sora whimpered and kept his eyes shut.

"Yes..." He answered quietly, tears brimming in his beautiful, blue eyes. Sora's father threw him against the wall, causing Sora to wince in pain again. His father then stormed off angrily to his room, slamming the door behind him. It took Sora a while to get up, and he almost fell over when he finally managed to get his feet to listen to him, but he managed to stay standing. He limped to his room as quickly as possible, one hand holding his neck and the other his stomach.

Sora shut his door quietly and carefully, then layed down on his bed. He felt like dying. He didn't want to live with his horrible father anymore (not that he did before). And now he wasn't aloud to see Riku? His only friend? Sora had thought about staying friends with Riku secretly, but he knew that his father had ways of finding out about it.

Well, he survived without Riku before, so he could do it now, even though he didn't want to and it seemed almost impossible. Sora closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but couldn't. He ended up staying up all night, his stomach still aching and his neck still sore.

Sora found himself crying quite a few times that night. He thought about Riku, about how he wasn't aloud to see him anymore, about his father and how stupid he was, and about a lot of other things. Before he knew it, it was morning and time to get ready for school. Even though he had only known Riku for a little while, it would still be hard to tell him.

Sora got out of bed and prepared himself for a hard day...

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A/N: Aw, poor Sora! I really hate his father...anywho. Did you like it? I hope so! I think its kinda long...is it? Let me know what you think, please! I love reading your reviews, really I do! And I really appreciate them! Oh, and I'll try to update soon!

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