Shadows

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Kingdom Hearts games, Final Fantasy games or Disney. They belong to people very lucky and rich.

Warnings: Homosexuality, sexual situations, plenty of casual swearing, drug use, physical abuse later and others I'll put up when they come around.

Pairings: Sora/Riku, Sora/Various, Axel/Roxas and multiple other pairings.

Summary: AU. Sora is sent to a Christian Boys School because of his salacious ways at his previous school. Instead of purging his sin, he finds that this school encourages it via a mysterious and rather lecherous organisation.

A/N: I wrote this a good time ago, under the pen-name of Katy Kinneas, but took it down when I realised it was pretty meh. I'm now going over it again because I really like the idea behind the story and wanted to do it justice. Most of the changes will be later in the story. I wrote this before 358/2 days, BBS and DDD so I apologise if some things don't fit. Hope you like it! And to those who have already read it, welcome back!

Chapter One

Sora looked at his packed bags despondently and growled a little. He was going from bad to worse. Initially he had been a student in an all boys' school, but he wasn't in a dorm or anything. That was until the rumours broke out. Sora's heart clenched a little as he straightened out his crisp new uniform, brushing little specks of dust off it. He knew he had to leave, but leaving him… How it had all started, he didn't know, but it got out of hand very quickly. They were way too risky with where they got together, and another student found them in a very compromising position. There was no evidence to suggest anything had actually happened, but word of mouth was enough to raise suspicion. It was either Sora left or his lover did… The choice was easy.

However, when his prestigiously regal parents decided that it was best that he belonged to a school that had more 'hold' over their students, he knew that his freedom was shot to death. He was sentenced to a Christian school, all boys like before, but he had to stay in a dorm this time. Were they trying to destroy him via hormone overload? He was suspected of being in a homosexual relationship and they actually thought sending him to a boy's dorm would help? There was going to be far too much temptation for his overtly sexually charged mind to handle, even though he thought was past the whole 'fuck anything that moves' age. He was 17, going on 18, but he had a dangerously curious mind. When he thought about his teacher in sexual situations, he never would have imagined that his teacher would take him back to his apartment to fuck him silly.

But that happened, and now here he was, sitting in the back seat of his mother's car with the sun setting in the distance. It was the night before he started the second term of his final year at high school, and his pessimistic/optimistic ratio was not looking too good. This school would be exactly the same as the other one, with shitty teachers (other than his ex-lover), self-righteous students and general all-around stupidity.

It was not all bad though, he was not facing any more ridicule from the other students at his old school for being gay and he was away from all the people he thought were friends and him. It didn't happen straight away, but his teacher eventually noticed the way Sora looked at him in class, and decided not to ignore it, but to take Sora for his own. Day by day, Sora wanted more and more and his shame lessened. He didn't care where or when they did it, he wanted it. How could he have been so stupid to display everything so obviously? The rumours had spread long before they had actually done anything around the school. It also didn't help that his mother and father were lenient enough to let him do anything as long as he was home by midnight. He really didn't understand that they didn't care that he was going out to bars and getting totally inebriated, but only cared that the bars he was going to were the gay kind and he had a good track record seducing the men there. Sora looked younger than he was, with his spiky brown hair, pretty sapphire blue eyes and slightly athletic body. Maybe they didn't expect him to act so scandalously.

Oh, he was most definitely not the innocent type, but had turned over a new leaf now…kinda. No more fucking random guys, no more getting drunk, no more seducing teachers. He was going to be a good boy from now on, if he was capable of it. He didn't know anymore.

Being with the random men was different to his teacher. For one thing, he felt more of a fondness for him along with the obvious attraction. His ex-lover knew about the bars and the sex, and offered to stop that by offering his own body. He had stopped being a slut for him, but that was all over now. No more promiscuity, no more drugs, no more alcohol.

"I'm so glad that you got accepted to attend Rivermill Academy for boys. It's well renowned, and one of the best in the area." His mother said, breaking Sora out of his reverie. She was intent on focussing on the road, but with a proud look on her face.

Sora snorted and wondered how much money she had dished out to get Sora into that school. All the good schools were like that, they accepted anyone as long as they paid a hefty 'donation'. If only his mother knew exactly how bad he had been; he would have loved to see her hair curl. She didn't know the half of it. Sora smirked and examined the sign beside the gate to the school as they rolled up to it.

He wondered if there was anyone actually decent in this school; it would be so boring if they were all good Christian boys and ugly old teachers. As he got out of the car and had a good look around the school, he was most pleasantly surprised. Most of the boys attending this school were quite good looking, and he noticed that most of the teachers were too. He was starting to feel quite giddy.

His mother got out the car in her carefully maintained pomp and briefly talked to the headmaster waiting there for them. He was a tall man with greyish/silver hair and bright saffron eyes, and by no means unpleasant to the eye. It was as though some of the guys here looked rather otherworldly (like him), and he got the impression that most of them weren't good little Christian boys. His mother left without saying goodbye, as expected, and then the headmaster turned to him.

"Welcome to Rivermill Boy's School, Sora. It's a pleasure to have you here." He smiled warmly and called someone to take his bags. "By now you've obviously guessed that we are nowhere near as strict as some other Christian or Catholic schools. We give our students room to breathe, room to find their own inspiration and motivation."

Sora nodded, looking at the impressive half modern, half ancient buildings. They were quite magnificent, but the school really wasn't that large. Apparently the population was quite small in order to maintain a low student to teacher ratio. "That's good to know, headmaster."

The headmaster smiled and placed his arm around Sora's shoulders. "There's no need for formalities here. Call me Xehanort."

"Um, okay…" Sora kept looking around. Apparently all the students had left the school for the main hall. And here he was, hoping he could take a more intensive look at the other students.

"Now, don't be shy. We're all like a family here; I'm sure everyone will accept you." Xehanort's topaz eyes glistened as he led Sora along.

Sora wasn't worried about being accepted at all. He was naturally friendly and charismatic. "Yeah, I know."

"Let's get to dinner. I'll introduce you to everyone there." Xehanort grinned and hurried Sora along to the dining hall.

Sora's heart thudded loudly in his chest. He seriously hoped he wasn't going to have to do an introduction. In a way he hated it when all eyes were on him, but he kinda liked it as well. Only in the good way, like when he was asked to dance on the stage at the local bar… when he had already downed 4 screwdrivers. Alcohol was his liquid courage.

"Are you alright?" Xehanort asked curiously as Sora came back down to earch.

Sora nodded and smiled. "Yeah…I'm good. Just a little nervous." Which wasn't exactly a lie. He had become less self-conscious over the years, but he still had that little smidgen of worry.

"In a matter of minutes it will be gone, I promise." Xehanort was a charmer, as though he knew what it took to manipulate people. He didn't seem like a bad guy, though; even though he was easily manipulated by money, but weren't all headmasters like that?

They entered the hall, which comprised of several large tables for the students and two large tables for the teachers. If Sora could hazard a guess at how many students attended this school, he would say about a hundred. All eyes centred on him as he entered, which sent his heart into frenzy. Apart from the usual duds, most of the eyes looking at him were extremely vivid and rather beautiful. This did not bode well. As he walked down the aisle between some of the tables he could see the curious glances at not just his face, but at other parts of his body. It wasn't exactly unwelcome, he had obviously encountered it before, but he didn't like feeling like bait waiting for the slaughter straight off the bat.

"Good evening students." Xehanort's loud voice echoed through the hall, silencing all of the hushed conversations.

The hall was certainly impressive. It was lined with mahogany panelling and floors, with chandeliers dotted along the ceiling. How did he get in a place like this? Oh, that's right.

"Good evening Xehanort!" Their voices rang out loudly and enthusiastically, like a bunch of primary school children.

"Well, we have a new student today-"

The audience whooped and cheered, rudely interrupting Xehanort's speech.

He continued when they quietened down. "His name is Sora. Treat him with respect."

"I'll treat him with respect alright!" A redhead with green eyes yelled out, and everyone burst into laughter.

Sora smirked, instantly riveted by the boy who had grabbed his attention. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Go find a seat, okay?" Xehanort let him free and sat down with the other teachers, some of whom had grabbed Sora's eye already.

Sora proceeded to walk over to this red-head and sat down in the empty spot next to him. "I'm sorry, but you're not my type." He retained his proud smirk.

His friends started to laugh and poke fun at him. There was something different about this group than the others at the school. They were all different. There was a red-head who had little teardrop markings under his eyes, a blonde with a gravity defying hairdo who seemed to be in a daze, a guy with light blue hair and unsettling but not entirely unappealing scars across the bridge of his nose, a really quiet guy with silvery blue hair shagging over his face and…

His breath hitched in his throat. It couldn't be, but the resemblance was so weird and uncanny. The same hair colour, the same eyes…and they weren't common features at all. Why was there someone here that looked like him? Even though this guy was doing something as mundane as eating, he looked insanely beautiful.

He didn't notice the red-head's smirk until too late. "Heeeeeeey, Riku! Looks like Sora here is quite taken with you."

Sora flushed red, which was actually not like him at all. He was never really felt embarrassed or regretful, especially about being attracted to a guy that he didn't know, but this time was different. Riku looked up for the first time that evening and stared at Sora for a few seconds.

He then smirked and said, "I'm sorry, but you're not my type."

The red-head nudged him in the side and muttered, "He's completely straight."

Sora's blush deepened and he whirled his head away. "That's not it, he just reminded me of someone I knew very well. And what gives you the impression that I'm-"

"I can basically feel the flames from here." The red-head smirked. "It's okay, it's fine here. You just need to know the flamers from the non-flamers. After a while you can tell just by looking at them." He smiled slyly and held out his hand. "I'm Axel, pleased to meet you."

Sora took his hand and shook it firmly, his face cooling back to normal, but Riku's comment still echoing in his mind.

Axel started pointing at the people around the table. He started with the blonde next to him. "This is Demyx, a guitarist in the school's best band."

Demyx grinned widely, a rather stoned look on his face, and ruffled Sora's hair.

"That's Saix with the freaky scars." Axel giggled and indicated the guy with the pale blue hair.

Saix just folded his arms and muttered 'thanks'.

"Zexion is the shy looking one. Believe me, he's not."

Zexion just nodded his head.

"And Riku is the one that just rejected you." Axel finished, looking very pleased with himself. "We're part of the X organisation-"

"-Axel!" Saix yelled, as if it was some kind of secret.

Axel just laughed. "He won't tell; he doesn't know anybody. Besides, everyone in the school knows about it now, anyway." Axel quickly shot Saix down and resumed his speech. "It's just a little gang we belong to; we just have fun and do whatever."

"Just… you five?" Sora asked, bewildered. This was nothing he had experienced at his old school. Nobody was ever this interesting or intriguing, and nobody included him this easily. He had a really good feeling; like everything was going to be better here. They even picked up on his sexuality straight away, and accepted it too. It was actually quite refreshing.

Axel waved his hand. "Oh no, there are other members. Some have already graduated and some are at the girl's school."

"And some have turned into traitors…" Demyx said in a sing-song voice.

Axel's eyelids lowered and he looked away. "Yeah, but shit happens."

The conversation stopped as soon as that was said. Sora didn't want to say anything because it might offend them, but the silence was too weird, especially as he didn't know them very well. "So…what do you get up to? I mean, entertainment is pretty limited in a dorm."

Demyx answered that question for him. "It doesn't mean we have to stay here. Xehanort usually lets us go into town as long as we don't have any assessments. The whole dorm thing is to get our parents off our backs."

"And even though this is a Christian school, about half of us aren't. It's more of a façade than anything." Saix explained.

Sora was quite relieved that his expectations had been deemed incorrect, but he still worried about his 'turning over a new leaf'. Would this group help or smash it to pieces? He had a vague feeling that these weren't the good and uncorrupted guys, with the exception of Riku. Anyway, having fun was better than being restricted to a prison for a year. So even if he didn't keep the promise to himself, he always had next year to remedy it.