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: Has it really only been 6 chapters...? Hmm, interesting. Well, I hope you like this chapter! I liked typing this one for some reason, not quite sure why. ANYWHO, erm...enjoy and review, please!

P.S. Reeeeally stupid chapter name (I think so, anyway), but I just couldn't think of anything else!! Forgive me!

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Broken

Chapter 6: Blood

"Stupid kid, making me pay for your little injuries at that hospital! I swear! I mean, how retarded is that?!" Sora's father was yelling at him the whole drive home from the hospital, obviously angry about having to pay for his son. "That munny is coming out of your allowance!" his father continued, unaware he didn't even give his son allowance.

"But dad, I don't even get allowance..." Sora tried to explain, his voice very faint, quiet and weak.

"Shut up!" his father yelled louder then he had been yelling before.

"Sorry..." Sora muttered quietly, almost to himself.

"I said 'shut up'!" his father repeated, growing more and more impatient each second. Sora decided it best to just stay quiet. When they arrived home, Sora's father was still yelling at him, whilst unlocking the front door and shoving Sora in roughly. Sora winced at the pain and caught himself before he fell over. "Go to your room, now!" his father yelled, entering the kitchen, searching for something--either a knife or drugs or something of the like, Sora figured. Sora silently walked to his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. He sat down on his bed, wishing he could still be at the hospital where his father couldn't hurt him. But no, he was back at his house--Sora refused to call it a home anymore--and after what he said in the car he should probably have been expecting the worst. But no, he wasn't thinking about that. Once again his thoughts had drifted to a certain teen, about one year older than him, with amazing aquamarine eyes, light skin, silver hair framing his beautiful face perfectly, and the most enchanting smile Sora had ever seen. Riku.

He heard his father cussing in the kitchen and was taken away from his wonderful thoughts. Moments later his father burst into the room, angry as ever, and sure enough holding a knife. Sora gulped, trying to think of Riku and not focus on the pain he was about to feel, but finding the task harder than he had thought it would be. His father slammed the door behind him and, making sure the window in Sora's room was closed, walked towards Sora, each step haunting the poor boy.

Finally his father reached his bed where he was sitting and grabbed him by his neck, lifting him up off of the floor and into the air. Sora shut his eyes tightly and held his father's arm (the one that was currently holding him by the neck) with both of his hands, struggling.

"Do you know how much munny that hospital bill cost me?" Sora's father asked, lightly tracing the knife along Sora's left cheek, not yet cutting into his skin.

"No..." Sora whipsered, his eyes now wide with fear.

"I can't hear you," Sora's father said, his teeth gritted.

"I said 'no'," Sora said, louder this time so that his father could hear him.

"Well guess what? It cost me a lot," his father replied, and Sora could feel the blade against his cheek being pressed onto his cheek, harder now. "And about what you said in the car..." his father continued, cutting into the flesh on Sora's cheek, a thin line of crimson liquid pouring from the wound and onto his hand, "don't you ever talk to me like that again! Do you understand me?!" Sora's father yelled, cutting deeper into the soft tissue on Sora's cheek. Tears were escaping Sora's eyelids, his beautiful cerulean blue eyes filled with fear, sadness and pain.

"Yes, sir," Sora said, his voice cracking. His father's eyes narrowed, lowering Sora down onto his bed, still holding him by the neck, his body above Sora's. He lowered the knife first to Sora's neck, then down to his chest and then his belly. Sora was frozen with fear, his father had an odd look in his eyes, one that Sora had never seen before. Except for in his dream, the one where his father killed his mother...

Sora's eyes grew wider, and he knew he wasn't ready to die. Not yet. He wanted to see Riku one last time. Just one more time. "You look a lot like your mother..." his father began, cutting through the flesh on Sora's arms, making different lines and patterns, blood spilling out, "before she died," he finished, and Sora knew for sure now that it had been his father who had killed his mother. And now he was going to kill him, no doubt. Sora closed his eyes, not even able to think about the pain in his cheek, his arms and now just below his jaw line. Please, just let it be quick... Sora pleaded in his mind, tears still pouring down his bloody cheeks.

Sora felt a slight scratch from the blade on his neck, and then suddenly felt his shirt being torn off. Sora opened his eyes in confusement, and more tears came when his father started to cut into his chest. Of course, he was going to torture him as much as possible first, then kill him. Sora tried to hold it in, but couldn't stand it anymore and screamed in pain. His father only cut in deeper after this, causing Sora to scream more. Sora decided to try and imagine himself in a different place, like, with Riku, to keep his mind off of the pain. It worked a little, and Sora soon found himself falling into unconsciousness from loss of blood.

When he woke up (he couldn't believe he was still alive), he was...underwater? Sora's eyes shot open, and sure enough, there was blue water surrounding him. Sora realized very suddenly that he couldn't breath and couldn't hold his breath for much longer. Sora tried to swim to the surface, but when he did he felt horrible pain everywhere. He tried to ignore the pain and get some air before he drowned, and after a couple more tries managed to get his head above the water for a few moments, gasping for air, but was then pulled back under. Sora struggled to keep his head above the water, but continued to go up and down. He realized that the current of the water was pulling him somewhere, and knew he had to get to land. He tried desperately to doggy-pattle to the soft, light sand he saw at the edge of the water, and after quite a few tries, he finally got there. He didn't know where he was, or what was going to happen to him, but he knew he was indeed alive. Sora suddenly realized he had swallowed a lot of water and started coughing violently, on his hands and knees.

"Sora...?" he heard a voice nearby him ask unsuredly, and instantly recognized it as Riku's. He turned to look in the direction the voice had come from, and there he was, standing there, looking at Sora questioningly and looking perfect as always. Sora noticed his expression change from confused to alarmed and he quickly ran over to Sora (though they weren't too far apart to begin with) and got down on his knees beside Sora. "Are you okay?" Riku asked, Sora noticing the urgent tone in his voice. Sora looked back down at the ground and shook his head, unable to speak, deciding not to lie, since it would be useless anyway. His arms suddenly felt very weak and he fell over, onto Riku. Riku, being more than strong enough to support Sora's weight, caught him in his strong arms. Sora felt too weak to move or speak, so he just lay there. He wasn't sure what Riku was thinking, but he knew that he was staying very still, except for his chest which rose and fell at a steady pace. Sora was leaning against Riku's chest, quite comfortable in Riku's lap.

Sora felt sudden happiness run through him. Sure he had gotten badly injured (again), but he was finally free from his father--or at least for now--and he was with Riku. Not just with Riku, but awfully close to Riku as well. He felt safe in Riku's arms, and was comforted by the rise and fall of his firm chest. Sora closed his eyes, knowing he would be safe with Riku, and drifted to sleep.

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Sora woke up in a hospital bed, something warm holding his hand. He opened his eyes slowly, his vision blurry at first, but as soon as his eyes focused he could see Riku next to him, sitting in a chair next to the bed, sleeping. His left arm was under his head, which was turned to his right, and his right hand was holding Sora's gently. Sora felt bandages all over him, his face, his neck, his chest, his belly, his back, his legs, his arms, everywhere. Even on his toes and fingers.

Sora exhaled deeply, feeling sharp pain in his chest as he did so. He closed his eyes, glad that Riku was still with him, and attempted to fall asleep again.

He woke up again hours later, feeling better than before, Riku still by his side. They were both awake now, though Riku seemed distracted by something. He was gazing out of a medium sized window that was next to the bed (the side he was on), his expression thoughtful. Sora didn't want to disturb him, so he remained quiet and examined Riku carefully. His hair had grown a little longer since they met, Sora wondered if he had any intention of ever cutting it. He had also grown just a tad bit taller and his skin was a bit darker now, though not too dark. Sora also wondered if he was trying to get a tan or if he liked his shade of skin and was trying to keep it that shade. His aquamarine eyes had grown a bit more smooth, though they were still as beautiful as always. And he was certainly as...handsome as always. And as he looked out that window, unaware that Sora was staring at him, the light from outside shone in, shining on Riku, making him look even more like an angel.

Riku suddenly tore his gaze away from the window and looked at Sora who was completely unprepared for his two, amazing aquamarine orbs to land on him. "Oh, you're awake," the silver-haired teen stated. There was something in his eyes, in his voice, that Sora didn't quite recognize.

"Riku...?" Sora asked cautiously, furrowing his brows slightly. Riku just stared at him for a moment, then his expression changed, it was harder this time, maybe even a little angry, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were narrowed.

"Sora," Riku began, and Sora could tell that he was trying his best to keep his voice calm, "how did this happen?" Sora should have been expecting this. He had cuts all over him, of course Riku was going to wonder what had happened.

"I--" Sora began.

"No lies," Riku demanded. Sora sighed and looked at the clock on the hospital wall that read 3:28, and then looked down.

"I...cut myself," Sora lied, trying to make it sound as believable as possible. Riku's expression didn't soften.

"I said no lies, Sora," his tone was cold, something Sora had never heard in it before. Sora looked at him, suprised by the seriousness in his voice, eyes slightly wider then before, and decided that he could tell Riku, they could arrest his father, and then Sora would be...in an orphanage. Well, better then being with an abusive father.

"It was..." Sora looked away from Riku, trying to think of a way to say this. "You see..." Sora tried again, but failed. He looked at Riku again and noticed the slight impatience evident on his face. "My father...he..." Sora looked away again, a strange feeling creeping up on Sora as he said the words 'my father'. Riku's eyes widened, his brows still furrowed.

"Your father did this to you?" he asked, some kind of weird horrified look in his eyes, his voice harsh and filled with hate. Sora nodded weakly, refusing to look at Riku. Riku continued to stare at Sora, then looked away, back towards the window. After a few silent moments Riku continued. "Why?" he asked, looking back at Sora, his expression softened.

"Because...he blamed me for my mother's death..." And then his memories before he had gone unconscious came rushing back into his mind. His eyes were wide with realization and a weird urgent look in them. "My mom!" he shouted suddenly. Riku looked slighty alarmed at Sora's sudden outburst. "My mom, they found her, dead, but they never found out who did it. And then my dad was all like 'you look just like your mother before she died' and--" Sora paused for a moment to try and collect his thoughts. "He did it! He killed her! It was him!! He was the stupid idiot who killed her!!" Sora shouted, salty tears pouring down his cheeks at a rapid pace. Riku's eyes were wide all of a sudden, unsure of what to do. Here he had just learned that Sora's father had been abusing him and apparently killed his mother, and now Sora was crying. Great.

"Hey, it's okay," Riku told Sora, his voice soft and quiet, standing up and putting a hand on Sora's shoulder (Sora was sitting up). Sora grabbed Riku and pulled him closer to the bed, clinging to him for dear life. Sora cried into Riku's belly, getting Riku's shirt wet with tears. Riku looked suprised at first, but then put his arms around Sora, whispering soothing words to him, rubbing his back gently.

Sora calmed down a little while later, and seemed to have fallen asleep. Riku gently lay Sora down on the hospital bed, and sure enough, his eyes were closed. Riku couldn't smile at him, no matter how cute he was, not yet. Not after knowing how much he had been suffering, not yet. Not yet...

Riku furrowed his brows slightly, a worried look in his eyes. What was going to happen to his friend now? Would he be put in an orphanage? Would he be adopted? Would he have to move somewhere else...no, Riku wouldn't let that happen, he was too selfish. The door suddenly opened and a doctor stepped in, carrying a clip board and a pen.

"How is he doing?" the doctor asked Riku, walking to the bed Sora lay sleeping on, the opposite side Riku was on, the side closer to the door.

"Fine, I guess..." Riku answered, the continued, "he woke up again," he told the doctor, not bothering to look away from Sora.

"Oh? Did he feel any pain?"

"He didn't say..." Riku said, distracted by something. The doctor seemed to notice and asked.

"Is something wrong?" Riku tore his gaze away from the sleeping boy to look up at the docter.

"Uh...no?" Riku wasn't exactly sure how to answer that.

"Did something happen?"

"No..."

"Did he tell you anything?" Riku took a moment to answer this.

"Actually, yeah..." And that's when Riku told the doctor everything Sora had told him. The docter called the police and they found Sora's address in his school files. But when they got to his house, his father was gone. The house was empty, there was no trace of him anywhere.

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A/N: Well? How was it? I really hope you liked it! Yeah, I know it was kinda short, sorry. And yes, I also know it had a weird ending, sorry bout' that, too. But please review! It gives me so much more inspiration to write! So...review!

P.S. I know it might seem like the story is almost over, but there is actually a lot more to it than this. So stick around!