"Heroin!?" Sora gasped, pushing his body away from the package. "The envelope you gave to the bouncer last night, and the fact you got free drinks..."

"Yep." Roxas answered, reaching for Sora's hand. He could see the fear on his face, and hoped that it was the situation, the fact there were drugs in front of him that scared him, and not himself.

Sora didn't know what to say. He wanted to be far away, anywhere but in the car, outside the house that looked so threatening. A few hours ago he'd admitted to himself that he loved Roxas, that he couldn't live without him, but now, it was different. He'd been intrigued by Roxas, the danger and excitement a new phenomenon to him, but this was a whole other world.

"Take me home."

"I'm sorry Sora, I can't. They've seen us pull up, and if they don't meet you they'll assume you're against them. You have to come in, but I swear to you Sora, I wont let anything happen. And then I'll take you home."

They walked to the front door, Sora wanting Roxas' protection, but at the same time feeling so disappointed with him. They walked in, the stench of uncleanliness overwhelming Sora. Needles were all over the floor, some dripping with a clear liquid, rolling in different directions as rats scuttled over them. Sora shut his eyes, wishing he'd have chosen to go home when Roxas had offered to take him. Then he wouldn't feel so dirty and ashamed, so disgusted with the life he'd involved himself in. Roxas offered him a hand over a pile of broken glass, Sora somewhat unwilling to take it. He didn't understand how someone who looked so beautiful, with such an innocent face, could be so deep in this business. For the first time, he no longer wanted to join him in a world of chances, instead wishing he could rescue Roxas, and show him a world where there wasn't a high possibility that they would both be killed. He looked at Roxas, focusing on the boys eyes, seeing his face looking back at him. It was there he made a choice that would effect the rest of his life. He could have ran, left Roxas behind in the mess he'd put himself in, but instead he took the hand that was offered to him. He loved the way Roxas made him feel.

Beautiful.

Dangerous.

Wanted.

Whole.

He loved Roxas. And there and then, he promised himself that he'd stay with him, regardless of the life he chose.

"Roxas, I l-" he started, but was cut off by Roxas placing his hand on his lips.

"I know Sor, I know. You don't have to say it. I feel it to. And I'm sorry we're here."

They smiled at each other, the connection Sora felt they had being acknowledged. They didn't need to tell each other how they felt, they both just knew. And that was enough. Roxas tapped on a wooden door, taking a deep breath in. A few minutes passed before anything happened, the tension Sora felt growing inside him, dying to get out.

"Come in." a husky voice called, the sound making Sora shudder. Roxas walked in carefully, Sora close behind.

Inside, a young looking man was sat on the floor, girls lying next to him, needles surrounding their unconscious bodies. Sora noticed he looked relatively healthy, quite well built, his hair spiky, a similar colour to his own. He looked at Sora, clearly suspicious of the young boy he'd never seen before, before flicking his eyes in Roxas' direction, holding out a hand.

"It's all there," Roxas spoke, his voice changing pitch, showing his nerves, "Cloud says you're square now."

Sora had never seen Roxas afraid of anyone before, although he presumed that compared to this man, Riku must have seemed like an immature fool. The man weighed the brick on a pair of scales, and growled, hurling it at Roxas' head.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN FOOL ME BOY?!" he screamed, thundering towards Roxas. Sora willed himself to move, commanded his feet to take a few steps and attempt to protect the boy he loved, but it was as though a barrier had stopped him, paralysing his body.

"W-w-what!?" Roxas stuttered, "WAIT! I'll go, r-right now, and I'll get the rest, I swear! Please Terra!"

Sora felt like he couldn't breath, but watched as the man, who he now knew was called Terra, stood back, contemplating what he was going to do.

"Fine." he said, a smile growing on his face as he took Sora's arm, pulling him close to him, "But until you get back, I keep him. For insurance."

"You BASTARD!" Roxas screamed, lunging towards Terra, the anger in his blue eyes even scaring Sora. But compared to Terra, he was so small, so weak, and was quickly knocked on the floor.

"You've got an hour." Terra said, holding on to Sora tighter, his hot breath making Sora's skin crawl.

Admitting defeat, Roxas backed out slowly, never looking away from Sora. "I'll come back for you."

"I know," Sora said, closing his eyes, pretending he was somewhere else, that the hot breath that was making the back of neck get goosebumps was heat from the sun, shining down on him.

He had no idea how long it'd been since he'd left Sora now, and Roxas was sure he'd be pulled over any minute. Speeding along the county road, he wished he could stop, and bang his head against something, anything, as long as it was hard, and caused a lot of pain. He felt helpless, disappointed, and more than anything, angry. Angry at his brother for getting him involved in his life, angry at himself for getting Sora involved, and angry at Sora for falling for him. It was never his intention to connect with Sora this much. In fact, he'd never connected with anyone before, not like this. He didn't believe in love, or friendship. People let you down. Always. But Sora was different. How? He couldn't explain it. He couldn't rationalise the thoughts and feelings he had for Sora, but more importantly, he didn't want to. They were present, and that was enough. It didn't matter it'd been four days, not to him. He saw the way Sora looked at him, and knew he felt the same way. Thinking things through clearly wasn't the best idea. The more he realised his feelings towards the ever-innocent brunette, the angrier he got. Then, the anger turned to fear.

He's there, in that house, alone with Terra. Fuck Roxas, what have you done!

He pushed harder on the gas pedal, running the red light in front of him. He didn't care what happened, as long as Sora was safe. He raced around the corner, finally pulling up outside of his house. He sat, facing the steering wheel, trying to calm himself down by taking slow, long breaths. His brother was not someone you wanted to cross, and charging in shouting and screaming certainly wouldn't help matters. Finally feeling his heart begin to slow down, Roxas walked out of Sora's car, ready to face the person he was most afraid of.

Sora sat in the corner, not daring to touch anything that was on the floor. He'd seen the tv shows, heard the horror stories about diseases being passed from needles, and was frightened he'd get something too. Occasionally, some of the bodies slumped on the floor would show some signs of life, either rolling over or shaking uncontrollably. Terra would watch them, sometimes injecting them with more of the drug that was in the syringe, smiling down on them as if he felt he was their saviour.

"You don't have to be afraid of me." He said, making Sora jump. It'd been twenty minutes since Roxas had left him, and it was only now the silence between them had been broken. Sora had tried to look away, not wanting to anger him in any way, but he knew that Terra had been watching him, the fascination in his eyes clear.

"Coming from a drug dealer even Roxas is afraid of, I don't know how true that is." Sora answered, trying his hardest to seem strong and brave.

"Roxas, his brother and I have history. I have no quarrel with you."

Sora only looked at Terra, wishing to know everything about Roxas' past. He'd accepted he had a history, but felt that knowing it, all of it, would bring him comfort.

"Come here." Terra commanded. Sora didn't want to go, but he knew if he didn't Terra would have forced him to anyway. He walked over to him, slowly, avoiding the needles and bodies on the floor. Terra took his arm, and puled it close to him, his fingers feeling from Sora's wrist to the underside of his elbow. He took a belt from the floor, and tied it just below his elbow, making sure it was as tight as possible.

"No, please.." Sora begged, trying to pull his arm back. But Terra was far too strong for him, his arm firmly in his grasp.

"I need to check the stuff Roxas brought," Terra explained, "make sure he's not selling me shit."

He placed a needle in Sora's arm, causing the young boy to gasp as the hot, thick liquid was pumped into his bloodstream. Sora could feel it circulate his body, as sounds grew distant and the view before him turned to white. He heard Terra's manic laugh, but it sounded as though he was miles away. As his eyes rolled back into his head, Sora felt himself falling further and further down, but was unconscious before his body hit the floor.

"YOU gave him less than you agreed!" Roxas shouted, pacing his small living room up and down, already on his third cigarette.

"Do NOT question me Roxas, I gave him the right amount."

"Then why the FUCK would he have said otherwise!? He's got Sora, Cloud, so swallow your fucking pride and just give him some more. It's not like we don't have a huge stash back in the city."

Cloud looked over at Roxas, surprised to see him like this. He'd never cared for anyone other than himself before, something the Strife brothers had in common. "This Sora, it's...serious?"

"Yes." Roxas answered, meeting Clouds gaze, willing him to help him, "And I'll tell you all about it if you just give me some more damn heroin!"

Cloud stood up, revealing the height distance between himself and his brother. They were both very pale, their blonde hair in messy spikes, but Cloud was taller, better built, his black vest top only emphasising his muscles.

"No." Cloud said simply, "I don't know this Sora, and I'm sure as hell not giving up my drugs for him."

Roxas stood, dumbstruck. For years his brother had taken care of him, protected him, and offered him a security even his parents had failed to achieve. Looking at him, Roxas shook with anger, feeling betrayed. He raised his fist, trying to make it collide with Cloud's face, but it was no use. Cloud swung, knocking Roxas over. Scrambling onto his feet, Roxas reached for the phone, turning over and knocking cloud over the head with it. Cloud's heavy body fell to the floor, blood dripping from his ear. Roxas bent down and checked his pulse, relief filling his body as he discovered he was still alive. He then reached into Cloud's pocket and took out a brown envelope, noticing it was much smaller than the one he'd been given before. Looking at his watch, he ran out the door, praying he had enough to free the boy he loved.

"This will do," Terra said, weighing the powder, "tell your brother thanks."

"Where's Sora?"

Terra pointed to a body slumped on the floor. Roxas' eyes widened in horror as he picked up the light body, Sora showing no signs of life.

"He'll be fine," Terra informed him, "I just got bored waiting for you."

Roxas had never felt such anger. He wanted to kill Terra with his bare hands, and he knew he'd enjoy it. But now, his only priority was Sora. He carried his thin body to the car, a small tear forming in the corner of his eye.

"I'm so sorry," he said to the unconscious brunette, "I'll make things better, I swear."

I've totally decided how this story is going to pan out, and I honestly just hope that you like it. You have no idea how much your reviews mean to me, they actually make me feel like you're enjoying what I write!