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Do I have to mention the warning that there's…eh…rape? Well, don't worry, it's non-graphic!

Revised 24/09/11

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Chapter II Worst Time

Riku couldn't be happier; in addition, he hadn't ever been more relieved than this. It was pure coincidence when a day earlier, he had visited the company his father worked, something he rarely did. The Shinra Corporation supplied electrical power, protection and some stability to the world. Its company had a dark rumor of ripping the life out of the planet elsewhere and immoral human experiments. They were somewhere in the pages of history. But here, the president announced his redemption to this rundown world.

From the web of his people, Riku knew and believed that the Shinra's desire to undo the chaos was real, but the letter he had in his hands did raise a lot of questions. But they could wait.

What he had cared most at the moment, was a picture of a certain Destiny Island's boy. He happened to come across it in the hidden room, which he had sneaked his way into. It was sent to the company, along with some fact sheets and the invitation card to the bidding. One glance at the picture of a brunet with blue eyes made Riku realize immediately that it was his long lost childhood friend. No questions asked.

His breathe caught in his throat at the fact that his Sora was about to be sold in the black market. It felt like a dark joke to him, somehow he pulled his thoughts together. He knew with every inch of his being that he couldn't let that happen. Not to Sora…

Nevertheless, he knew he couldn't do it alone. After the rise of the Organization, which was an underground group of people who acted against the black market bidding, it never was easy to get into the bidding even how rich you were. He needed the right documents, right people, and right information to get into the bidding that didn't rightfully belong to him.

Given that his father who was associated with Shinra hadn't been on a good terms with him, taking those papers to him for help was his first step to trouble, which gave him hell for the rest of the day.

Shinra had declined that they were ever connected with that kind of association such as Black Market. Just as Riku had doubted, Shinra seemed to create many enemies in the past that now they were coming back to crush the Company's name. So Riku ended up having to contact with Black Market people directly, which of course, him, not being Shinra, wasn't helping. But with the personal help of an unknown Turk, he'd managed to get himself through.

Getting the large amount of munny from his father and running complicated documents to get into the underground bidding cost him a lot more than a normal day. His temper was running short but his efforts were not wasted with the safety of Sora at last.

He remembered eleven years ago where his first meeting with Sora took place. His father had him and his mother moved to Destiny Island. Riku fell into a fight with his father on the first few days they were there. A need to make it anywhere far made him row the boat to the remote island. A storm happened to take place and it took away his boat. Although not really afraid of the dark and the storm, Riku still found that being stuck up alone on the island very disturbing.

Then Sora showed up, and made Riku never regret ending up there.

He exited from his memory lane; Riku studied the sleeping boy who was occupying the bed in his mansion. It all seemed surreal to him. Four years ago, due to a certain circumstance, Riku had thought he'd never see Sora again. He wasn't sure if he'd already gotten over that. But there was no way in hell that he would let Sora fall into someone's dirty hands.

Drawing his hand out, Riku ruffled the brunet's head. He'd missed doing that so much. Then his hand slipped down to the brunet's cheek, with the need to confirm that the boy was real.

"Unn…"

The contact stirred the boy. Withdrawing his hands, Riku waited impatiently as the boy regained his consciousness. It had been a while since Riku had felt his heart beat so hard against his ribcage.

After a series of movement and shifting, the brunet cracked his eyes open at last. "Urgh," was his first word. Riku watched as the smaller boy gradually took in he surrounding and Riku's presence. His blue eyes widened, and Sora shot up. The sudden movement cost him his vision which began to spin, leaving the brunet to cradle his head in his hands with a whimper. Nevertheless, he saw Riku's hand coming closer, resulting in him scrambling away and onto the other side of the huge bed.

"Stay away! Urgh!" Sora hissed through a moan, shutting his eyes tight.

"Don't move so much, they must have drugged you," Riku warned, remaining calm.

Letting his head out of his hands, Sora stared back at Riku unbelievingly. "Drugs?" He regarded Riku for a long minute before he added, "Who are you?

At first thought, Riku doubted Sora had gained back his right mind. Back in the bidding room, he understood it was drugs and shock that must have rendered Sora unable to recognize him. But now, Sora coming out and asking who he was?

"You…don't remember me?"

Blue eyes narrowed in deep thought, Sora searched through his recollection. "You…you were the one that…bought me! Wha-what are you going to do with me?"

Riku's hearts sank as he watched the boy move about in frantic, studying his own situation. He remained silence as Sora gripped the unfamiliarity of the shirt he was wearing, which were Riku's pajamas…they seemed to be too large for Sora.

"Roxas! What about Roxas!" Sora suddenly gasped.

"Who's Roxas?" Riku himself was surprised that his voice sounded stern. He had no idea that it was a wrong tone of voice on his part. His tone provoked Sora, and in turn, the brunet granted him the last thing he wanted: distrusting eyes. He never received such a look from Sora. The Sora he knew always confided in him and had answered everything immediately once the question was asked by him. Now he wouldn't even say who this Roxas person was.

"You don't trust me, do you?" Riku's patience was running short.

Why was Sora reacting this way? The Sora he knew didn't normally go cautious with anyone. Then again, what he'd been through earlier could waver that trusting instinct inside of him. Still, Riku didn't think it would have crushed Sora's nature. Unless he changed that much from when they were kids.

"I brought you from them so you wouldn't fall into those perverts' hands," Riku tried again.

Sora looked far from convinced and he fell into defensive stance. "Weren't you there with them? Why would you want to save me anyway? We don't even know each other!"

That was the biggest mistake Sora made that day.

Not only Riku had only one nerve left that day, but he'd thought at the end of the hellish day, all of these would have come down to a small sanctuary when he finally got Sora in his arms. He was wrong. Sora didn't remember him; Sora had forgotten about him, and to top all of that, he didn't even trust Riku.

Aside from all of those, something vile was running through him, it had been there since he'd come back from the auction. Riku couldn't lay a finger on what it was, where he'd gotten it from, or even when it had happened, but it sure was taking its toll on his restrainability. He had been feeling somewhat…temperamental. So far, he had been fine holding it back, in prospect of Sora with him.

But now that he'd gone through hell to save Sora…this was how he was reward?

And Sora trying to get away from him wasn't helping.

Riku could feel the blood rushing through his head; his emotion was getting the best of him. Riku advanced to where Sora was. The boy attempted to back away but he wasn't fast enough. Riku managed to grab the small wrists and he instantly flattened Sora against the cushion.

"Gah! Let go!" Sora yelled angrily while trying to break free of the silver haired boy's strong grip. His movement collided with Riku's form and that was the second biggest mistake in his life.

Riku bent down towards the struggling boy, their faces dangerously close. "I've bought you. Therefore, you're mine."

"Wha-what!" Sora exclaimed, when he saw the other's angered expression hovering above him, he was afraid to the core, but it didn't stop him from speaking of what his mind told him. "You rotten! Nobody buys a human being, you're sick!" He thrashed, yelling "Roxas!"

That did it, Riku snapped.

He pressed harder onto Sora's wrists until the boy yelped and squirmed underneath him. And for the first time in his life, he felt it. Since he turned thirteen Riku had become aware about his feelings for his best friend. He longed to touch the brunet in a different way. Having parted from Sora, he failed to make those feelings go away and now it returned to him in tidal wave.

At this moment, Sora was here, under him. But Sora was calling for somebody else, he couldn't take it.

He leaned in to the trembling boy and brushed his words against Sora's ear. "Now I know what should be done. So you… you'll be officially mine."

"Wha-?" Sora gasped.

"You'll learn."

Before Riku knew what he was doing, he had taken Sora in that very night.

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Roxas woke up in the white room. His blue eyes scanned the area and it seemed to him that he was in some kind of laboratory, and on the account of that, only God knows where. A terrible headache pounded in his skull as he slid himself off of what he had been lying on. He passed it a glance, and noticed it was an operating table.

He didn't want to imagine what could have possibly been done to him if he had been on that table as long as he suspected. To his relief, he was still in his school uniform, and the room was completely clean, free of any operating devices or tools, it had to mean that he hadn't been cut open or whatnot. He decided not to venture into the thought of those people that could remove those devices after they were done. Somehow, he knew the pain that lingered in his head wasn't a good sign.

He recalled what had happened. After passing out between their journey home, Roxas remembered waking up again in a very dark place. He saw someone taking Sora away, and he himself was held back. He remembered asking, and the answer he got was 'We don't have time for a Q & A. You're coming with me, conscious or not. Then you'll hear the story.' Then everything turned black again. Roxas assumed that he had been separated from his brother. Still, he wanted to make sure.

"Sora?"

To his anticipation, no Sora answered him. Instead, the only door of the room was thrown open, and a man in a weird, complex outfit stepped in. His face covered in red bandages, save for his right orange eye and his mouth. Two intersecting belts secured around his head. He was in a long black coat that reached his shoes and a red cape. Whatever the way of dressing this was, it resembled something mean and dark. Somehow, Roxas managed to fight and stand his ground, ignoring the dizziness that lingered like a cloud in his head.

"Who are you?" Demanded the boy as he glanced around himself once more. "And what's this place? What have you done to me?" Lastly, he settled his eyes squarely to the man. "Most importantly, where's Sora? Where's my brother?"

"You should be well aware of your situation, boy. You have no place to demand," the man said in neutral air, but thick with something dark.

"Where's Sora!" Roxas repeated, he didn't like the tone of the odd man's voice.

The man smiled pleasantly and Roxas realized that his anger could lead him to fall victim to this sinister smiling man. Still, he couldn't help it; he always had a knack for being quick to anger. And this time, Sora wasn't here to hold him back.

"You have a serious control impulsive problem. However, with exactly that, you also hold the perfect potential…" the man trailed off.

"Oh! Shut it!" Roxas cut in. Feeling this man wasn't helping anyway, he charged right in. But before he could do anything, another figure appeared from the door, pushed his way to the man's spot while the other sidestepped away. The new comer easily kicked Roxas off his feet, causing the boy to tumble painfully on the hard ground below.

"Easy there, kid," the assaulter said.

When Roxas whipped his head up, the black cloaked figure was blocking off his escape, the door. His face was partially obscured by the shadow of his hood, but Roxas could see the playful smile tugging at the unknown person's face. Yet…he could remember that frisky voice…

"You…you're that guy that took me from Sora!" Roxas pointed an accusing finger up at the man.

The hooded man motioned his hand to the man with bandaged-faced and said with an excited tone, "Wow, this kid's fast. You really picked the right one!"

Ignoring what they were talking about, Roxas questioned again, "Where's Sora!"

"I could tell you about Sora, on one condition," the bandaged-face man started.

Roxas jerked his head back to the man while he righted himself and tried to regain his composure. Another cautious glance to the hooded figure made him admit that there was no way out of this unless he played along. He ventured, "And that is?"

The cloaked man threw a clothing object that he'd been holding at Roxas's feet. The clothes fell off, revealing a twin sword.

"From my information, you're the head of school's Kendo club, champion of Struggle Battle. You're most familiar with twin swords, correct?" The bandaged-head man noted.

"What the…?" Roxas's breath caught in his throat. Sure, those points were correct; he might have even added that Sora and he sparred all the time. But all of them had been wooden swords for crying out loud. What was he supposed to do with real swords anyway?

His answer was postponed when the bandaged-face man suddenly turned and left the room. Roxas attempted to stop him, but an outstretched hand of the cloaked man indicated him that doing such would be a wrong move on his part. The cloaked man tipped his two fingers up in a playful manner, "Good Luck, kid." With that, he turned to leave as well.

By the time Roxas rushed to the door, it was closed. He pounded a few frustrated bangs and spun back. Trusting his voice would reach whoever was watching him, he yelled, "You didn't tell me where Sora is! Damn it!"

"I was going to," a voice came from a loud speaker fixed on the high wall in the middle of the room. The voice of the bandaged-face man.

Out of nowhere, a noise that sounded electronic stirred in the hall, making Roxas search with his eyes around for the source. His eyes fell on the white walls of the room, opposite to the only exit, that slowly glided open. When it left a gap huge enough, it revealed a small-enclosed space, containing one man in it. Roxas swallowed, if the men who just left had looked sinister, this one that was right in front of him now, was completely a monster.

The man was huge, a lot bigger than Roxas. He was more masculine than normal by the fact that the blood vessels visibly crept on every muscles of his arms. His hair was disheveled and his face was distorted into all kinds of angles. His eyes were unfocused, as if he was living in the little world in his head. And the only thing that kept him in spot was the chains binding his wrist and ankles, their tails were unseen in the dark space behind him.

It was the kind of man who Roxas would have imagined coming out of an insane asylum. Then again, Destiny Island and Twilight Town had no insane asylum; such place existed only in his study books or movies. Roxas like to keep it that way; somehow it had found an escape route and became his real nightmare.

Fear had finally caved in on him. Out of instinct, he cautiously took a step to grab the twin swords on the floor and fell into defensive stance, despite how much his head was screaming for him to run.

"Murder, rape, assaulting, this man has committed all the crimes you can name. Yet, he still roams this world freely. What do you think about that, Roxas?" the voice from the speaker questioned.

Something in his mind clicked, and he believed he knew where this was leading to. An insane man locked up with him in one empty space. A weapon offered to him. Still, he found it hard to believe. It was too surrel. Roxas whipped his head up to the speakers that glared down at him.

"What the hell does this have to do with me exactly!"

"I'll tell you about Sora, and all the questions you need answers for…once you defeat him."

Roxas's eyes widened as his fear had been confirmed. He took a wild guess, "Defeat? …As in kill? What the hell!"

"Roxas, you know what exactly needs to be done in order to at least keep yourself alive."

With that said, the noise that shook Roxas to the core was the clinking noise of heavy chains. Roxas didn't even have to look to know that the prisoner's chains were snapped free. He didn't have time to say or even think as the insane man charged him.

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There was only one thought that kept running through Riku's head, and that was how could he have done that. The consequence of it solely lied on his temper and uncontrolled emotions. He never was that kind of person, Riku was always calm and collected. If there was one person that could compose himself when the world fell apart, it would be him. So why was he losing himself now? He blamed it all on his day; it had been one of the worst days he'd ever had…and not only that, now Riku had to forcibly admit that it had been his blind jealousy…and unstableness.

Riku knew now what he had always thought about the boy in front of him. Weren't they best friends? Sora's smiling face, saying that they were best friends was still vivid in his memory, now it was history.

Sora had always been the one not knowing, while Riku tried to hold everything back in. They were young back there, Riku had made-believed that being best friends would already suffice, but now things were different.

He wanted Sora all to himself, like he did four years ago. Only that his feelings had grown more intense, given the absence of Sora for years. They were not little kids anymore, a few snuggles could hardly satisfy him.

However, he'd just realized what he'd done was so wrong,when the boy beneath him couldn't struggle any longer, and therefore, was left lying and trembling there between his arms. Every line on Sora's face read fear and apprehension.

'What have I done…?'

He backed off and finally let go of Sora's wrist after he'd pinned them for too long…they'd turned white under his touch. He sat back up, and fell into silence. For the first time in his life, he didn't know what to say and do. He reflected on many, that he should have been doing but not what he had already done. Shouldn't he have been tucking Sora into bed and assuring him that everything would be all right? That Sora would be safe with him…and he wouldn't fall into those dirty hands? That they used to be best friends and Riku remembered that even if Sora had forgotten?

And he wouldn't have even minded if Sora started calling him a frigging sap.

That was only wishful thinking now.

Sora's soft whimpers pulled him out of his thoughts. Riku watched as the boy beneath him brought his hands up to cover his eyes. The sight sent a pang of pain straight to his heart.

Back when they were little, he'd seen Sora cry, but he wasn't the cause. Now that he was the cause, it felt worst a thousand times more.

Sora didn't cry though, and Riku knew he was taking great pain not showing it.

Feeling worst ten folds over, Riku only gawked at Sora's unmoving form. At the moment, he swore Sora looked really dead, and in turn it was killing him. Wasn't he supposed to feel better now that the brunet was officially his now? No, the guilt that he'd never felt through his entire lifetime was now eating him away.

He needed to say something, he had to do something, to make things right.

"…Sora," he found his voice cracked.

There was a long silence where anxiousness weighed down upon Riku's shoulders as he waited for the brunet's response.

Until it came…

"Get…off of me," the brunet's voice was a shaky, but every syllable of them was carved with aggravation.

Realizing that he was still hovering above the boy, and it wasn't helping, he slipped himself to the side. Once he did that, Sora immediately pushed himself up into a sitting position. An unknown kind of pain Sora never experienced before shot up through his entire body, causing him to shut his eyes tight and groan, with his face contorted in pain.

"Don't move yet," Riku said as he reached to Sora, attempting to provide some support. His mind and thoughts were killing him and at the moment he just wanted to do everything to help the brunet. Help he thought he did, but his hands were batted away callously.

"Don't touch me!" Sora wailed. How he wished he could be swallowed up whole right then and there. He'd wished he was anywhere but there, but his limbs were dead to him. Still, it didn't stop him from trying to move.

"You won't be able to move so fast, stay still." Riku had to keep his voice in check, he sure didn't want to sound like he was weeping himself now, seeing the boy in such state.

"And whose fault is that!" Sora returned viciously through a hiss of pain as he curled himself into a ball after he failed at trying to move. His face buried into the blanket he'd pulled up enough to cover himself and hair obscuring his face.

'My fault. Say it, say that you're sorry. You didn't mean to…' Riku yelled mentally at himself. Somehow, the words were harder to get out.

"I…" Sora began through a cracked and muffled voice. "…hate you."

Oceanic green eyes widened. Sure it wasn't the first time Sora had said that to him. However, what Sora used to say back when they were kids was all out of childish frustrations, Riku knew they were unreal or at least were temporary. This time, it was poles apart, Sora sounded real. On the top of all that, when Sora regarded Riku with his eyes, it was anything but forgiveness.

Riku heard what Sora said, it registered in his mind, but he didn't want to believe it. His words were getting the best of him, "…What?"

"I hate you," Sora repeated with his eyes that read pure resentment.

Before Riku could hold himself back, he grabbed Sora's shoulder and shifted the boy so that the brunet was facing him. Sora's expression of fear and a wince under Riku's contact did sting the silver haired boy, but he couldn't find it in himself to let go. All the things he wanted to say, still were left unsaid.

"Le…let go," Sora said, his voice to Riku, came out as a whine. "Let go of me." When Riku declined to comply, Sora began struggling again through the pain. "Let go!" He knew he was losing the last bit of his sanity and what he wanted most was the only means of his trust. "Roxas! ROXAS!"

"Sora! Stop calling this Roxas for a minute. He's not gonna be here to save you!" Riku yelled. 'I'm the one that saved you from them, can't you even see?' At the tail of that thought, Riku was also aware that he couldn't save Sora from himself. "Try to get the fact that he's been sold like you! To someone we don't know and we can no longer reach! In Hollow Bastian, the person who was sold to the Black Market is as good as gone!"

Startling at Riku's revelation, Sora went limp. Grasping in the opportunity that the boy in his arms stopped struggling, Riku bent in and held the smaller boy. "Shh," he cooed in Sora's ears, but noticed the other was far from assured.

It seemed like forever before Sora tensed in his arms, his whimpers sounded something incoherent that Riku could barely make out that Sora wanted out. Still, Riku declined. Until Sora's uptightness was diminished, Riku noticed the boy hadn't give in, but he'd already passed out.

"Shit," he cursed to himself. 'A first reunion in four years and I did this to him.'

Years and years that he spent every available time thinking about Sora, and finally meeting him at last, Sora just didn't remember a thing. He had every opportunity in the world to set things right when Sora's world was falling apart, yet, he had wronged Sora, and literally violated him. Even if he regretted what he'd done and no matter how much he would have to fight for repentance, nothing could guarantee that Sora would ever forgive him.

However, that didn't mean Riku would give that up.

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Roxas's eyes fixed on a once living, but now a corpse at his feet. He had been drawing some uneven breaths while his hands that held the sword wouldn't stop shaking. He started to stagger backward until his back hit the wall at the end of the room.

Once he ventured a look at himself, he wasn't surprised to see himself covered in blood. The sight made everything else blur to him, but one thing that remained clear and constant in his mind was the fact that he had killed a man.

He was on the verge of screaming. But he felt that if he did, it would be like he'd accepted what had been done. Earlier, he thought he and Sora, being kidnapped from their home was bad enough, then they were separated and sent to God knows where, this was even worse. Now, he had ended up killing a man while Sora was still out there, or…he didn't want to name the worst case.

"It is done, Roxas," the voice came from the loudspeaker again, after having been gone through out the horrible ordeal… Roxas would have rather converse grudgingly with the dark-looking lab coated man than fighting an insane man again. Then again, it wasn't just a fight.

"No, no, no," Roxas mumbled while shaking his head. "I didn't…I didn't mean to…he was coming right after…me…he wouldn't listen to me…I-"

"The man was clinically insane and lawfully guilty. You have done the right thing-"

"NO! I had no choice…I had no…" Roxas breathed.

"Exactly, you have no choice. And you passed the test," the voice from the speaker had no remorse, no emotion whatsoever. "My person will be down there in a minute to get you out of there, and you will report to me."

When the sound of the speaker went off, Roxas sank to the ground.

It wasn't long before the door opened. Roxas didn't move from his spot on the floor, nor was he bothering to look up to see who was there. His eyes were fixed on the white tiled floor and his head hung low. When the cloaked man called to him, he couldn't find it in himself to pay attention, even if the other would probably tell him what he wanted to know so badly.

"Roxas," the cloaked man tried again. "It's over, for today." When he got no response, he knelt on one knee to study the boy who looked like he'd been dead himself. "Look, kid. That man over there lived only to stain the world. What you have done…well that's doing the world a favor. Don't let it get to your mind. Now, can you walk? So we can look over your wounds and get you cleaned up. Then we can get right into business…eh, the explanation."

Slowly, Roxas looked up. From all the insane circumstances he'd been thrown into, he could tell that the hooded man was somewhat consoling him by that kind of tone. Still, the fact that this hooded man was the very person that thrown him into such a mess was vivid in his mind.

"You…" he drawled out between his gritted teeth, "Because of you…"

The hooded figure pointed to himself and leaned in a little, "Me? By the way." He pulled his hood back, revealing a man that looked in his teenage years, with slicked back spiky flaming red hair, and a pair of cat-like green eyes, a small inverse tear tattoo under each of them. "The name's Axel. Got it memorized?" the redhead said as he tapped a finger against the side of his head as if to emphasize his point.

His playful tone provoked Roxas enough to make him tightening his hands on the weapon that he'd been holding for too long. It was like a lifeline now. Although, he believed using it once was already enough, he couldn't help using it again against the man that gave it to him in the first place.

Sensing what was coming, Axel backed off, "Hey, easy there, kid!" His words fell on Roxas's deaf ears; said kid was fast on his heels and started swinging the swords at him. "Whoa! Hey, Roxas!" When it seemed to him that calling would only be a waste of time, he sighed. And instead of sending a blow to knock the kid off, he summoned his own weapon, a pair of chakram. He was surprised, as well as fascinated by how the boy was unfazed upon seeing his weapon. "All right. Fight fight fight."

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Axel pinned Roxas to the floor, and remained still as the sharp end of his chakram hovered above Roxas's face. On the other hand, Roxas's weapon had long been detached from his hands. "Simply amazing, Roxas. I thought your stamina already ran out, yet you managed to even make me lose my breath with this fight."

"You took me from Sora! Now I don't know where he is and how am I supposed to protect him when I don't know which hellhole he'd been thrown into! Damn it…" his voice slowly dropped to the lower level, Axel could make out that this time, Roxas's energy was really running short. "I killed a man, shit. I don't even know what the hell is going on! What's going ON!"

Roxas wasn't exactly sure why he had rambled his pent up frustration, but things were already too much, a little more would already have killed him if he didn't pour it all out.

"Like I said, first, let's get out of this bloody room, so I can nurse your wounds and tell you what the heck happened," Axel persisted.

Drawing his eyes closed dejectedly, Roxas asked again, "What's gonna happen to me now? Just tell me that."

There was a short seconds of silence before Axel said, "You're gonna be fine…in due time. Now, get up." The man pushed himself up and pulled Roxas to his feet as well.

He knew he wouldn't be getting an easy answer. Things were getting worst and worst, and if he didn't act accordingly, he might not be able to find Sora. With that in mind, he let Axel drag him to wherever he wanted him to go.

After grudgingly and impatiently letting the redhead clean and bandage his wounds, Roxas got out of his bloodied clothes and changed into the one given to him which was the black coat similar to Axel's. When he was all done, Roxas was taken across the hall, to what seemed to him, like a dungeon lab. He flicked his eyes from left to right, trying to remember the path around as much as he could, but the intricate patterns of the place made it impossible to memorize it in such a short amount of time.

"Don't get lost, kid," Axel said as he glanced back to Roxas, causing the younger boy to give him a sour look.

The only thing that was a constant pattern to him since Roxas saw it repeatedly from door to door, was some kind of insignia that looked like the cross on the upper part and an upside down heart on its lower part.

"That's the organization's insignia," Axel explained, sensing Roxas's curiosity.

Roxas saw it again on the large door that Axel had stopped in front of, marking the end of their passage. Once they were in, Roxas met his gaze with the only occupant in the room who seemed to be busying himself with the numerous monitors in the room that displayed some disturbing places to Roxas's eyes. At the time, he couldn't careless and he started, "Tell me where Sora is."

The bandaged-face man, after detaching himself from his work, answered, "He happened to fall into good hands."

Roxas forced himself to remain calm at the ambiguous answer, and tried again, "Where? I must see him."

"He's too far for you to reach now. And you have the commitment here to fulfill," the man revealed, all the while, his tone very detaching.

"What commitment? As far as I know, I never knew you people or promised any commitments before," Roxas returned icily, his patience was running thin again.

"You owe us, Roxas. You and Sora were about to be sold in black market, a place where it is impossible to escape from whatever those dirty hands would do unimaginable things to you." The man paused, letting it sink into Roxas, and continued, "We, the organization, are keeping track of them and we prevent worst case scenarios that could befall upon innocent victims like you and your brother. When we found out about you boys, we got into the pre-bidding. Axel managed to get you out. Sora, on the other hand, was confirmed by someone we highly trust, that he would bring Sora out of there, in which he did-"

"Why couldn't you bring us together? Why do we have to be separated?" Roxas shot up.

"Do you really wish Sora was here?" The man countered, which immediately threw Roxas into silent thought. "No, you don't."

True, Roxas wanted to be able to have his brother in his vision, after all he was the only family he had left. But if Sora had to end up here, killing someone, he knew the younger boy couldn't take the feeling as much as he could. Sora would fall apart.

"Additionally, you were the only one with the potential that we want."

Roxas's eyebrows creased, and the man took it as a sign that the boy wanted an explanation.

"You woke up before you should have when the drugs were still in your body, you had the strength left to try and fight. And back there in the lab, your instinct to survive-" Upon seeing Roxas stiffen, he decided not to finish. "Need I say more?"

True again, Roxas was very resistant to any kinds of drugs. He had been since he was little. He barely got sick and any kinds of chemicals had less effect on him, compared to the norms. It had always been a wonder, but Roxas took it as luck that made him that way.

"Now shall we get into business…" said the man as he motioned to the monitors behind him, which displayed countless images of disturbing scenes. Some in which Roxas could make out as murder, rape, assaulting, robbery, drug dealers, and all kinds of crime.

"What you are seeing here, are what's happening out there, in this world." Then he turned his eyes back to Roxas. "According to what I said, we, the organization keep track on the people with dirty hands around Hollow Bastian, which is a place full of these criminals that roam the world freely even if they rightfully belong in prison or even a casket. Our mission is to get rid of these trashes and restore our world. To put things in short and simple terms, our job is to eliminate them. All the details will be explained to you by Axel, now that you've passed the test. You're dismissed," he finished.

Roxas's hands shook, they had been, since he ended someone else's life, now they were getting worst. "You rambled as if things are so damn simple! Those people that stole Sora and I from our home are scumbags and you people are no different! What gives you the right to decide what to do with me or Sora! Why! Who are you!"

"My apologies, I'm Diz." The man said with a hand leveled above his chest. "I am a servant of the world." He paused and laughed, his tone, to Roxas, sounded something close to a maniac. "And if I'm a servant, then you should consider yourself a tool, at best."

With that said, everything was clear to him, and Roxas didn't like it, not one bit.

"Was that... Was that supposed to be a joke?" His hands shook more and more, "'Cause I'm not laughing!" Roxas yelled as he charged right in. His target didn't seem like he would be doing anything except standing there. But before Roxas knew what was happening, he was already on the floor. Waves of pain shot through his head, and he wailed. Something was killing his head. The pain last about seconds but to Roxas, it felt like hours. That was an unknown kind of pain he had never experienced in such a short period. He gasped, clutching at his head that still throbbed.

A tad bit of memory that he had been on the operating table returned. He pushed himself up with one hand and threw the man a sour look. "What…have you done to me!" He asked between gritted teeth.

"A microchip, it would send a wave against your brain should it be activated. Given that, human brain is sensitive, you won't be able to fight against it. Plus, it works as a tracking device as well." Roxas watched tiredly as Diz pulled his hands out of his pocket, and the man resumed, "The controller is with me. But I don't suggest you act according to what you are thinking now. Even if you'd be able to get the controller, there's still no easy way out of here."

Roxas paled, yet he could hardly contain his anger. "I hate you so much!" Roxas directed to Diz.

"Calm down, Roxas!" Axel urged as he knelt beside Roxas, putting his hand on the smaller boy's shoulder, but the blond batted it away. When Diz smiled, Axel regarded his eyes to the superior, "And you are provoking him!"

"Anger and hate are supreme. They will keep him strong," Diz chanted.

"Man, give the kid a break," Axel sighed.

"You do that. Now, leave, I have work to do," Diz dismissed them again.

In the end, Roxas couldn't help but scream.

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Anaesthetize me just till you return,

I feel the loss like a squandered opportunity to whisper,

You're all I ever needed.

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There, I managed to put something about the organization. If everything goes right, I'll be able to make something canon out of this.