Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Innocence... ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

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Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2009 | Updated On: 10.08.2010 | Pages: 7 | Words: 10.8K | Visits: 408 | Status: Work In Progress

Summary: Sora grew up in the darkness, so lost in the shadows he never even knew there was a world outside of the one he lived in. As a light begins to shine into his ever growing darkness, will he be able to escape or will he be devoured shadows?

Disclaimer:I do not own any of the characters, ideas, or locations, found in the Kingdom Hearts universe. It was developed and published by Square Co. (now Square Enix) and I am making no profit from this story. The concept for this particular fanfiction, as well as all OC's (original character's) found within, are due to the twisted workings of this writers mind so please do not try and copy it.

Warnings:DARK! Contains mature content and adult themes not suitable for young children. Drug use, non-con (rape), yaoi (male/male relationship(s) that pass far beyond the bounds of friendship), strong language, pedophilia (adult/child relations), self mutilation, self gratification (masturbation), OOCness, AU…

You have been warned…

Lost Innocence…

By: TwilightKitsune1

Rating: M

Chapter One:

He laid there as the rain drizzled outside, some droplets falling through the roof and onto the mattress he currently occupied by he head. Small drips would land on his pale cheek but he didn't flinch, didn't move; he hardly noticed the moister that assaulted his cheek every so often. He just laid their, his eyes slightly glazed over, as he didn't move an inch from his spot. He didn't notice the chill in the air, or the humid feel. He didn't feel his skin getting goose pimples or even a lone fly land on his nose for a moment before flying away. He didn't make even the slightest crinkle of his nose as the stench of mildew and old food lofted around the run down apartment he laid in.

After a couple hours he seemed to come to slightly, enough to chew his bottom lip slightly as though he were starting to become anxious. He shivered slightly, as though just realizing he was cold and turned in the mattress away from the falling water. He curled into himself, his legs in long shorts that reached down to his shins. His hands rubbed his upper arms that were not covered as he wore a loose fitting navy blue tank-top. His raspberry brown spikes seemed dull, and his eyes still held a far off look but he was becoming more aware of his surroundings. As he moved a little further to the edge of the bed to get up there was a clatter of something made of glass and metal falling to the floor; looking down his eyes stayed locked onto the used syringe.

As he stared at it for a moment longer his hand moved and rubbed the bend in his arm feeling the tracks that were there. He closed his eyes and sighed as his hand dropped from his arm and grasped the needle that lay unceremoniously on the floor. As he sat up he placed the needle back on the bed and stood up. He wobbled a little bit as he tried to stay on his feet and then made his way on unsteady legs to the bathroom.

He could hardly focus as he bounced off the walls to the back room and then stumbled slightly and fell to his knees into the bathroom. He was breathing heavily as he grasped the molded sink and pulled himself up. As he stood he balanced his weight on the sink, hunched over with his head bowed as he gasped for breath. He turned the faucet on roughly and cupped his hands below the running water and splashed his face with the warm water. Breathing evenly again he looked into the cracked mirror on the wall in front of him. He sighed heavily as he ran his hand on his reflection in the mirror.

“I'm getting so tired…” He whispered to himself before thundering footsteps sounded outside the apartment door.

He pushed back off the sink and slouched on the wall opposite the sink. The footsteps were now in the apartment at the bed, where he had been earlier. “Sora, you still here boy?”

Sora closed his eyes when he heard the voice in the area he'd just left, of course he would just be getting out of his high and have to deal with him, “Yeah. Father, how long have I been here?”

“Half a day.” He heard the voice answer, followed by the creaking of the mattress due to a weight being applied to it. “I didn't think you'd be out with such a small dose, but I suppose the mix was made right since you were blitzed.”

Sora opened his eyes; he hated having to be the guinea pig for his father's drugs. He never understood how such a man could do such things but he was glad his step-mother was out with her “girl-friend's”; or so she said. If she had found out about how far gone Sora had been he was positive the sick woman would have taken advantage of his prone body while she could. “So was the mix right, like you wanted?”

“Of course, all my mixes are perfect.” The man said and there was another creak on the bed. “Take a bath, this place smells horrid so you probably smell just as bad.” There were foot steps again but this time it was heading towards the door, “I will be at the market, come there when you finish here… Oh and there are clean clothes for you in the bag next to the bed.” With that the door closed and it was quiet again.

Sora felt his small body begin to slide down the wall to a sitting position on the floor. He blinked at his still dripping hands for a moment; half a day he had lain here not in his right mind. He actually wondered what he did and he cursed that man to hell that forced these drugs on him. He was torn though, so torn it hurt sometimes when he would wake up at night shacking and steal from that man's hidden stash just to cry in shame as he took multiple doses. It was that old bastard's fault he had gotten his son addicted to so many drugs, and he blamed himself for not having a strong enough will to not become an addict. He really did feel pathetic…

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When Sora was finally able to make it out of the old, run down apartment room he closed the door half hazardly behind him. His shoes scuffed slightly on the cement ground and he stumbled to the rickety rail that held him from falling four flights down, he wondered why this rail always seemed to catch him when he left the room. As he looked down he saw the dirty pavement below and wondered if it would hurt if he really did miss the rail or if this old rail fell from its place and they both tumbled to the earth below.

He shook his head slightly to chase the daze away so he could be less conspicuous when he met with his father in the market. His hair tumbled around his head and his spikes shook off the remnants of the water from his shower, god how he loved taking showers. It helped him sometimes to get into his right frame of mind, other times it just helped him to relax when there was a particularly bad day.

As he made his way down the stairs gripping at the rail and taking the steps carefully he wondered what his father had wanted him for; normally the old man didn't come to the apartment unless there was someone or something he wanted Sora to do or take care off. He was after all only a money bag for his father and there was no real emotional bond that held them together, mainly only connivance kept the man caring for Sora. As Sora rounded the corner to the main street he stopped and had to smile an ironic smile. The rain had picked up slightly and there was a chill in the air. He had bathed and changed clothes like he had been told but of course he had no umbrella to keep the cool rain from pelting down on him, though he didn't much care his since he actually enjoyed walking in the rain.

As he made his way down the paved sidewalk and cars drove by he paid them no mind; even as people walked past him under their own umbrella's giving him a strange look since the rain already had him drenched. He could probably guess that they looked at him because he looked so pathetic right now. After all who wouldn't gap at a teenage boy that was paler then is healthy and had no weight on him, looking near sickly. His clothes though were another thing that probably made them gap since he wore clean clothes; a pair of tight and slender black pants and a tight white shirt that was now nearly see through due to the rain that was now dripping off him. His hair, even though soaked, still stood high in spikes which he was pleased about since hair rarely fell loose from its style no matter what he did. On his hands he wore fingerless gloves, which were tight on his hand, but at the moment they were waterlogged. His feet were in a pair of shin high boots so thankfully his feet were still dry in this down pour. As he reached up to push a few loose strands out of his face his fingers rang across his ear and he felt the ear rings there, he had nine in total counting both ears; five were on his left ear and four resided on his right ear. If anyone asked him where or when he got them he could honestly say he didn't remember since all but one were done when he had been on something his father provided him with.

“Oh Sora, is that you?” a voice called from a small convenience store he passed.

Turning he came face to face with the kind old woman that ran the shop, “Yeah, still me Mrs. Marcy. How's business today?”

“With this rain it's going slow today, I thought I saw your father's car just a few minutes ago. I guess it was then?”

Sora smiled, he really did think this old woman had a keen eye even though if someone shoplifted from her she barely blinked an eye since she would never notice. At least she never said anything to him when he did though he was pretty sure earlier that week she had caught someone and called the police. He also had a feeling she felt sorry for him since a few times he had come to the store blitzed out of his mind and woke up in the back room; she really was a kind woman to those she liked.

“Yeah, the old man wanted me to meet him.”

“I see… So do you need any?” she asked holding up a pack of Sora's favorite cigarettes for him. She didn't sell to minors unless their name was Sora and she's taken care of while they were on drugs, probably getting a life story.

Quickly looking to his pockets he felt around for his cigarettes and cursed himself for leaving half a pack back at that damn apartment; they were gone by now since a lot of squatters frequented that area and Sora had definitely not closed or locked that damn door. He gave her an impish smile and she sighed, “I can pay you for it.”

“Don't bother,” she said as she handed him the pack, “you're probably going to need them if you're meeting your father.”

Sora took the pack in thanks and was about to start walking down the street again when she stopped him again, “What is it, I kind of gotta hurry Mrs. Marcy.”

“Take this to, you'll freeze to the bone when you go inside anywhere.” She said as she handed him an umbrella from the rack already opened. “Just bring it back next time you're out here alright.”

“I will.” Sora said opening the umbrella and pulling his new pack of cigarettes out, he opened it and pulled one out lighting it; of course he'd remember his lighter but forget his pack at the apartment. Sometimes he really was a genius! “Thanks again!” Sora said before he started walking down the street again and Mrs. Marcy went back into her shop smiling to herself and shaking he head.

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“What took you so long!” Sora's father bellowed as they sat down outside of a coffee shop under an umbrella.

Sora had taken a longer time finding his father then he meant to since he had only said he'd be in the market, not where he was. Sora had found him inside the coffee shop chatting up some teenager, probably barely older then Sora was, and was dressed like a street walker in Sora's honest opinion. Sora had to give it to the guy though, even though he was going into his forty's he looked barely over twenty. His father of course knew this and flaunted his preservation whenever he was out. Today he was wearing leather pants that hugged in the right places and loosened where he could move. He also wore a tight sleeveless zipper shirt that was unzipped half way down his chest that was a bronze color and a leather jacket that was tight to his back and arms but flowed out down to the back of his knees, a belt hung off the side of it and reached down to his mid thigh. His hair was the same color as Sora's but healthier looking and thicker, it was sleeked back slightly as bangs ghosted over his eyes that were a mirror image of Sora's deep ice blue. Yes, his father was an attractive man that hardly anyone could resist; even Sora had to admit this.

“Sorry, I ran into someone on the street and they gave me their umbrella.” Sora said skipping over who it was and the fact she had given him a new pack of cigarettes. Even though his father wouldn't have cared he would have ruined Mrs. Marcy on principle.

“Ever the charity case.” His father muttered with a sneer.

“So what did you need me for?”

He didn't answer right away, drinking the hot coffee he had just bought and then lighting up a cigarette. After a moment he spoke as he looked out on people walking past, “Your uncle is coming down here soon.”

Tilting his head Sora just looked at him confused, “Alright…”

“Stupid boy, not my brother your biological mother's, Cloud. He wants to see how you're doing since he hasn't seen you in a couple years and he has a court order. He has a right of custody over you and if I deny him permission then that means problems.”

“Oh… I don't remember him.” Sora said honestly.

“Tsk, no surprise.” His father said as he took another draw off his cigarette and leaned back in his seat, “You only saw him a day and a half, the rest of the time you were out doing work for me.”

“Right, that would explain it.” he vaguely remembered someone grabbing him by the shoulders a while back when he had gotten his first two piercings and saying something… the fact that it could have possibly been his uncle he understood now why he would suddenly want to `check' on Sora. “When is he going to be here then?”

His father flicked his half smoked cigarette at some passer by, “Tomorrow. This time you have to be there, no testing for me, but if I got urgent business for you, you will be heading to a `friends' place for a bit. Understood.”

It wasn't a question, it was an order and Sora knew that. He hoped he'd be able to please the man in front of him and not give his uncle reasonable doubt for maltreatment on his part. He could only imagine what his uncle was like if his mother abandoned him and his father tested on him and whored him out. As he thought on this his body shivered involuntarily and his father stood up, “Are you leaving?”

“I have a few deals to do…” he looked down on Sora for a moment before he smirked and slid his sunglasses on, “Come on then, your coming with me today.”

Sora nodded and stood up, they walked to his fathers sleek black foreign car and left, the coffee still sat on the table steaming as the rain seemed to pour faster then before.

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As Sora finally was able to collapse on his bed in his father's home he sighed at its softness. Crawling up the bed slightly he gripped the lush pillow that was in a plain white pillow case and curled around it. His father's deals had been easy enough; sit in the car and not make a sound and wait. Sora had done just that and they all went smoothly, some paid extra though for the young flesh that his father had conveniently brought with him. Sora shivered as he felt the ach in his body, several deals had gone like this and when they got back to his fathers place he barely made it inside when his legs wanted to stop working on the front lawn. His father had scoffed at him and walked inside with out him and right now in the darkened room Sora heard his father pounding into his step mother a few rooms away.

Sighing Sora moved to the edge of the bed and leaned down. His hands scuffed across the bottom of the bed and when his hand found a tin he smirked to himself and pulled it onto the bed. Placing it onto the pillow he had been clinging to he crawled to the end of the bed and opened his blinds and window; grabbing a book he had placed by his bed for this purpose he sat back and pulled the pillow and the tin to him. The light outside was bright tonight and for that he was thankful so he didn't have to get up and go across the room just to turn on his light so he could see what he was doing.

Placing the book in front of him he opened the tin and pulled out the plastic bag that lay inside. Unrolling it he smiled as he smelled that fragrant aroma of weed and pulled out a few chunks, placed them on the book he had just gotten, and rolled the bag back up. Before he closed the tin he pulled out his small bowl and then moved the tin away and back on the pillow. Placing the bowl close by, he broke the chunks up and grabbed his lighter before putting them in his bowl.

It didn't take long for his room to become slightly smoky since after a while Sora stopped worrying about getting it out the window so his uncle couldn't smell it when he arrived tomorrow. He sat there as he inhaled, holding it in for as long as he could before exhaling. The room was beginning to swim slightly in his vision and Sora smiled, he hoped he wasn't still high tomorrow when his uncle arrived. With his bowl still in hand he stood up and stumbled to his knees as soon as he was up. He giggled a little before standing back up, this time using the bed to balance him and when he was sure he could move he walked to the door.

As he made his was out of his room and down the hall to the kitchen he bumped into the wall a couple time and giggled every time he did, turning to it and holding his finger up to his lips in a shush motion before taking another hit from his bowl and continuing down the hall. As he made it to the kitchen he grabbed a cup that was sitting on the counter, not caring if it was dirty or not, and poured some water in it from the tap. He took a long drink and when he finished he filled the glass again before hopping onto the counter beside the sink and finished what was left in the bowl. Putting his hand in his pocket he pulled out his cigarettes and lit one up. Sure weed was still a drug but Sora didn't much mind if his father forced this on him, his father actually would give it to him with a shrug and walk away saying weed was one of the weaker sellers. That was one way you could say his father cared, he kept Sora stocked up on weed since it was one of the few he didn't mind doing and his father would often have extra and he was able to smoke it like he smoked cigarettes.

As he flicked his ashes into the sink for how ever many times he flicked he heard someone coming down the hall. Lifting his blurry eyes in that direction he watched as his step mother rounded the corner. “I heard you walking around; I thought you'd be sleeping. Your father said you serviced some people today and that you could barely walk.”

Sora shrugged and switched the cigarette into his other hand and picked up his empty bowl and waved it to her. He heard her giggle and his foggy mind said that he should go back to his room but he was so comfy here. “What are you up for?” Sora asked as he looked her up and down.

She was wearing her red lingera, her nipples were slightly visible in her bra and her underwear was practically see through. She wore a flaming red robe that reached to her ankles and flared out at her wrists, it was also see though. Her feet were bare against the floor and her toes and fingers were all painted in a bright red color. Her skin was tanned by to much time in the tanning bed and her form, even Sora admitted, was perfect for a middle aged woman. She, unlike Sora's father, was not as well preserved and Sora knew he will probably drop her if she doesn't watch the crow's feet that were beginning to appear around her eyes.

She watched him with a smirk as Sora looked her up and down as she did the same. Moving closer to the young teenage boy who was still smoking a cigarette and raising his buzz this way until he returned to his room she answered, “I told you, I heard you.”

“And?” Sora said raising his brow in question to her, she really was obvious.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Sora laughed at that and hopped off the counter, his legs wobbling a little as he turned around downed the rest of his drink, put his cigarette out in the sink, and turned to her, “And help me back to bed?”

She laughed at his question, “Yes, and maybe tuck you in.” she said finishing by kissing the young teenage boy.

He was so used to this, as she shoved her tongue into his mouth he mentally shrugged; this was how he helped his father with clients so why not help satisfy his wife while he watches at the doorway. They really were pathetic and he was too high to care what this nympho wanted, he wanted to get off. As they made their way back to Sora's room she pushed Sora onto the bed and startled him, nipping at his ear and down his neck. Sora wondered why people even bothered with this he was already hard and he knew she could tell.

She pulled back and smiled at him before removing her rob and let it drop to the floor and undid her bra, also dropping it but onto Sora's bed. He grimaced and when he sat up as she pulled him to her breast to suckle at them he grabbed it and tossed it on the floor. She moaned atop him, making to big a show then was needed and Sora was sure then his father was watching. He let his hands move up her back and dragged his nails back down and he felt her give a real shiver; smirking around her nipple he turned his head slightly as she raised her hands to her head and looked around her body while still nipping at her breast, he knew it, there standing in his doorway and looking through a crack in the door was his father with his hands down his pants. Mentally sighing he moved to the other breast as his hand traveled down her front, dragging his nails here as well and receiving more shivers from her body, he slipped his digits far enough underneath her and rubbed her clit; the clothe of the material she had on causing more friction causing her to start panting.

She finally reached down and yanked at Sora's shirt pulling it off and violently throwing it behind her. As Sora continued to rub her he moved his mouth in between her mounds and gave open mouth kisses up and down her abdomen. She rocked her hips and began to whimper, she wanted him in her now, of that he was sure since he had grown so used to her tell tail signs. He sighed mentally before his free hand moved to the band in her underwear, “You want more?” Sora asked trying to sound really turned on.

It had obviously worked since she was sucking on one of her fingers and nodding, god that was more disturbing then sexy for a middle aged woman to do that. As he thought this she reached down and shoved him backwards and got up. She quickly undid his black pants and pulled them down and removed them completely, when she tossed them behind her, her underwear was off in an instant. As soon as they were she crawled back atop him and plunged down on him with a moan of pleasure.

Sora gripped her hips for a moment as she panted and when she looked like she was about to say something he bucked his hips forward causing her to moan again. He did this for a while as she sat atop his manhood. She wasn't the tightest thing he'd slept with but he highly doubted he was any better, after all how can you be tight if you're a whore. After a while he finally ground up into her and she gripped her hair as he did this. There was no set rhythm to how he went up or she rocked, no set rhythm or pace but Sora was nearing his climax and he didn't care. Flipping her over onto her back she squeaked in surprise and then moaned as Sora took his fathers lead from earlier and pounded into her. She screamed and arched her back as her orgasm rocketed through her body but Sora didn't care and kept pounding, he was getting close to his release. She gripped his shoulders and moved with him as he continued to pump faster and harder, his bed was ramming into the wall every now and then. Finally he climaxed and his body shook with how much energy he used just to orgasm. Pulling out of her he stood up and grabbed his pants.

“Sora… I see you weren't tiered after all.” She purred from her spot on his bed.

“And neither were you.” Sora said turning around with a knowing smile.

“Well, like you Sora I can't get enough.”

Sora's heart clenched, was her really like that? “Whatever.” Sora said as he pulled on his pants and walked to the door, “You should probably either take a shower or go to bad.”

“And you young man?”

“I'm going to smoke some more.” Was all Sora said as he walked out of his room and into the kitchen.

Filling up another glass of water and drinking it he grabbed his bowl and walked out of the kitchen back to his room. She was already gone probably to play with her husband now who had gotten off before either of them did. Smiling to himself he had to admit that his father was notorious for that, getting off fast. He kind of understood how she would want someone else to satisfy her when her own husband couldn't.

As he lit up another bowl and began smoking he looked out the window, he really was pathetic and disgusting…

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There was an annoying pounding at the door. He opened his eyes slowly and whined and covered his face as the light from the morning sun shone brightly into his room, “It's to fucking early!” Sora said as he pushed closer to the covers.

That was the wrong choice and Sora knew it the moment he heard his fathers voice, “What was that?” he cooed from just above him.

`Shit!' Sora thought as he quickly sat up only to feel his father's foot slam into his back, yeah he was in one of his moods. Sora cringed in pain as he was slammed back into the mattress he was laying on, his father's boot more painful on his bare back. “S… sorry.” Sora mumbled as he turned his face so he could breathe. “It was nothing sir, I'm getting up now.”

“Good, your uncle will be here soon, Viv went to get him.”

“And fuck him?” Sora asked as he stood up, closing his eyes he cursed his loose tongue this morning.

As soon as he was fully up his was hunched over on the floor in pain as his father punched him right in the stomach. “You better get control over your mouth before he gets here or I swear you will pay… and so will your ass.” He said threatening and Sora knew he wasn't lying and if he had to go to a `friend's' house for it he'd come back not able to sit for a week.

“S-sorry, I will.” Sora grunted as he stood up.

“Good, now go take a shower you smell like weed and sex.” He finished as he turned and left.

Sora sighed; so far he wasn't liking his uncle Cloud.

END CHAPTER ONE

A/N:Well there is the first chapter to Lost Innocence, I wonder what you guys think about it? I was going to make this chapter longer but then I realized just how long it was going and had to break it down, I figured this was a good start. You got to see some of the abuse Sora suffers and in the next chapter you get to meet his uncle and his uncle's boyfriend! I know you guys are excited because I know I am… though just to warn you I'm still not certain how I want to do Cloud's persona yet. I know, he's about to come in the story and I still don't know… the funny thing is I've already written some of him in it (the next chapter which is the part I had to break off this chapter) and I'm still unsure… anyway, I'm still working on my other stories I just wanted to go ahead and post this one because it's been on my mind and you know me when a stories there, all you other fanfiction stories be damned.

This is one of my more dark stories if you couldn't tell. I mean it will fluctuate between dark, light hearted, goofy, and just down right stupid, but thus far I am proud of this one. I think I've got it flowing alright though it could be better… PLUS there's conversation's! Oh and just to let some of you know Sora right now is living in America but he knows multiple languages: English, Germen, Italian, Japanese, and Irish. He's so smart! No really in this story he's pretty smart even though he's on drug's, and is basically the smartest kid in the tri state area he's in… which I have no idea except that it's in AMERICA… I'll figure out where to plop him at some point I'm sure cause I'm sure it'll pop up at some point. Any as always thanks for reading and tell me what you guys think!