Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Innocence... ❯ Chapter 3

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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...

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Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.01.2010 | Pages: 6 | Words: 9.2K | Visits: 227 | 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 by shadows?

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts in anyway, and am making absolutely no profit off this story.

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 Three:

The strong aroma of spicy cologne mingled with cigarette smoke filled his nose; by the smell alone he knew he was no longer in the run down apartment. His body was slowly beginning to come out of its drug induced slumber. He lazily slid his tongue out of his parched mouth to try and wet his lips. There was no other taste found there, no other person had lingered on him as he had thought would happen while he had been so detached from reality, which he was glad about since so often he had found himself some ones entertainment but now he wondered where he was and why he was here if not for the pleasure of some one else. Having to use some effort on his part he was finally able to open his eyes by his second try. His vision swam a bit at first but slowly it righted itself and adjusted to the dimness of the room, the only light coming from the part in the curtains at the window. The late hour of the day obvious as the sun gave its last valiant effort to shed light on the world making it look as though everything beyond that thin sheeting of protective cloth was ablaze.

Slowly, the strength that had left him while he lay unconscious to the world around him returned, and he pushed himself up cautiously. He ran a shaky hand through his slightly disheveled hair and thought of all the places he had woken up in over the years… None had been this place. Sighing heavily he let his body fall backwards in a limp pile, back into the recess of the bed, `Might as well regain my strength.' Sora thought to himself.

In the past these situations had once scared him, worried him, of all these strange places he'd woken in and finding he'd been with so many people because he was cute. Yes, at one point it scared him, but he had grown used to it after a while; besides he was his father's tool so not one person in their right mind would actually hurt him if they knew what was good for them. From his spot on the bed Sora looked around the room to take it all in. There wasn't much, a small side table next to the bed on the left. On top of it was a glass of water, a lamp, and Sora's cigarette's and lighter. Off to the side of the table, close to the window, was a slightly uncomfortable looking wooden chair. To the right of the bed was an oak dresser. No other furnishings occupied the room he was in, that in Sora's opinion was obviously a spare bedroom.

In a sluggish motion Sora pushed himself off the bed, his body far heavier then it normally was; a side effect of the drugs. As his warm feet brushed against the cool wood of the floor he swallowed a surprised gasp. Shaking his head to rid himself of the last remnants of the drug he grabbed the glass of water, part of him wary of its contents as another part did not care, and downed the cool liquid in three long gulps. As the last of the water slid down his dry throat he placed the glass back on the table and carefully stood up. Giving a quick glance around the room for his shoes he sighed, obviously not kept near him so he could not slip out unnoticed by the unknown host. “Maybe their just by the front door…” Sora mumbled to himself silently hoping he could find where the front door was with out getting lost to bad. He grabbed his cigarettes and lighter and slipped them into his pocket before moving for the exit.

Only having taken three steps there was the annoying sound of a doorbell. Sora never really understood why people liked doorbells so much, in his opinion they were to loud and accomplished the same thing a few simple knocks would do. Plus the worst part, in Sora's opinion, of the doorbell was that annoying throb that would always echo. So many people loved that but that's what caused him to want to rip out all the wiring for the damn things. Sighing to himself for the umpteenth time he started towards the door again, best time to leave would be while they had company so not to make a scene; he hoped. As Sora opened the door and took one step out he froze.

“I don't care if he's sleeping, go get my son and give him back to me!” his father's voice bellowed sounding none to happy from somewhere down the hallway.

“I'm sorry Scott but he needs his rest.” It took Sora a moment to realize that was his uncle Cloud's voice. “He'll be staying here for the time being until he wakes up.” Sora heard the finalization in the comment.

As Sora stood there he couldn't help but feel proud for his uncle's foolishness; didn't he understand he was in his father's city? Didn't he realize how powerful that man he was speaking to really was? Realization began to dawn on him at that moment though and Sora began to remember. He remembered why he ran from the friendly sun lit atmosphere with his uncle outside the coffee shop, why he ran to the run down apartment building straight into the testing room. He remembered why he ran into the dark, shadow filled room and took his “medicine”. Sora let to much slip and if his father found out that would be the end.

His heart rate increased and his insides shivered and shriveled until it felt as though his body were about to concave in on itself. He felt his blood run cold in his veins and made them feel as though every one of them wanted to break with any move he made. Though none of that mattered to him, none of it. Looking around for a way to run he failed to notice the figure leaning against the wall on the other side of the door. The moment he noticed Sora's change, his sudden need to escape overcoming him again, he spoke up from his spot startling Sora from his thoughts, “So you're finally up kid?”

Sora felt as though he were going to jump straight out of his skin when he heard the male voice beside him, how could he have missed someone standing not even five feet from his side? Turning, his ice blue eyes met steel colored ones, “Leon?” he asked making sure that was the name of this man, the nod his only confirmation. “So…” Sora stumbled for words suddenly feeling foolish and still panicked wondering if his father would hear them from the door way and push his way in, “Where am I?”

Eyeing Sora carefully Leon answered, “This is my place.”

“Oh…” Sora fidgeted slightly under Leon's baring gaze. Sora felt uncomfortable, this was not his place, he was not familiar with this lay out and he didn't know the safe zones, and he couldn't find the exits easy if he needed to run. He hated this feeling of being trapped in an unfamiliar place. “How did I—”

“We brought you here after we found you.” Leon said interrupting Sora's obvious question. He finally decided to Drop his crossed arms from his chest to his sides so not to seem so threatening to the obviously nervous boy in front of him. He also tried to move closer to Sora, he wanted to get a better look to see if he was doing any better and if the drugs had fully eased their hold on him, but every step he took caused Sora to take an equal amount of steps back until Leon got the hint he was getting no closer to him. “It looks like the effects of that drug have worn off.” Leon finally said matter of factly with a sigh; this boy was starting to give him a throbbing headache.

That statement alone caused Sora's eyes to widen and his mouth to open in shock, `How much had they learned in his drugged state, how far gone had he truly been?' He wondered silently to himself, not able to recall anything except a fog. “I…” he began, “You… It's none of your business… I'm leaving now so goodbye then.” Sora finished quickly and bowed his head; turning on his heel he walked down the hall he hoped lead to the exit of this place.

As he moved his mind raced, he didn't care what happened as long as he got out and away. He needed to try and explain himself to his father before they ruined everything. He wondered what he said to them, how he had acted; he wanted to know how much they knew. If they did try to go against his father and try to “save” him they wouldn't be the first one's but his father was powerful, to powerful to go against with to many people in his pocket. They might as well start digging their graves now if they try anything since he wasn't in any mood to help. Besides he didn't owe them a damn thing, not anything, he had to watch out for himself if he wanted to get out of this mess okay, or alive for that matter. Sure the two were nice but Sora knew one thing and that was his father enjoyed squashing the nice people with just a simple thought.

So lost in his mind and in his panic Sora stopped paying attention to where he was going and walked right into something. Expecting to fall onto the hard floor he was pleasantly surprised when strong arms wrapped themselves around him stopping him from hitting the ground. “Are you alright? Sora?”

Startled out of his musing of the gentleness to the strength in the arms holding him Sora's eyes snapped up to met eyes of the same color as his own. There was a kind smile on Clouds face, one that spoke volumes, but there was something hidden underneath it. A pang of guilt surged through Sora as he saw that but he quickly pushed it away; he had no reason to feel guilty just because of what his uncle… no because of what this stranger had seen. He didn't even feel bad for what they could possibly know or possibly not know; none of this was his fault after all. Besides Sora was the one getting the short straw here, not them! Cloud and Leon just showed up in his life, they'll end up leaving like all the others and he'll be the one left with the bitter memory of their kindness.

With that thought Sora quickly straightened, backing away from Cloud and ran a hand through his hair. “Thanks… I better be going.”

“But Sora—”

“Cloud, that's enough now.” Leon said from behind the two interrupting Cloud and what he was about to say, “We can't stop him if he wants to leave.”

“Leon…” Cloud started but sighed his resignation. Looking at Sora with pleading eyes he smiled a tiered smile, “You win then… We'll be here for a while so if you need us just give us a call.” He finished and held out a slip of paper, obviously the two had known Sora wouldn't stay. “You can call us anytime, we'll always answer.”

It took Sora by surprise when Cloud held out the small slip of paper; part of him wary of it while a small part of him shimmered with a tendril of hope. He could only stare at it cautiously for a moment not truly wanting to trust the two, who were practically strangers, were standing there showing him of all people kindness. As he thought that he inwardly winced and wondered when he had become so untrusting and jaded and wondered if there had ever been a time he had not been this way. One of his hands reached out and took the slip of paper from Cloud; avoiding all physical contact as he took it. Sora quickly pocketed the paper with out even glancing at it. Part of him wondered if when he woke up tomorrow if it would still be there or if he had just imagined this and his mind was playing a cruel joke on him.

“Thanks…” Sora mumbled one last time, “Bye.” and quickly left, narrowly avoiding Cloud on his way.

Cloud silently watched as his nephew made his quick exit, only stopping to slip on his shoes that were at the door. As the door closed behind Sora, Cloud felt as though all the strength he had been showing moments before drained from his body. He felt his legs shake uncontrollably but before they could give way and unceremoniously drop him to the floor he found himself being cradled into Leon's broad chest. Blinking a few times he looked into his boyfriends eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Leon, what do you—”

“Stop.” Leon interrupted before leaning forward and kissing the surprised blond in his arms effectively quieting him. Leaning back from him, giving him only enough space to look into his multi layered ice blue eyes and to speak he continued, “You don't have to be strong when it's just the two of us.”

At those words Cloud's strength finally faded and he leaned his head on Leon's shoulder, “Why do you have to be the strong one?”

Leon smiled and shook his head, only when he was upset did he forget they were a unit and no single one was the “strong one” but that didn't bother him. He began to move to their bedroom, “Because love, I doubt such an emotional wreck like yourself could stay as calm and collected as I tend to.” Leon teased.

“Oh,” Cloud raised an eyebrow again, “You mean a hot headed, hot blooded, foul mouth, like you is even tempered and collected?”

As Leon opened the door to their bed room he finally replied to his snickering lover. “Let's see who will be more collected tonight then.” His smirk grew at the surprised look on Clouds face. Tonight his lover would forget all about the problems of the day and tomorrow be far more relaxed and ready to face them; this place was theirs and no darkness could touch their bliss.

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As Sora exited the condo building his hand found its way into his pocket, the pocket that now held the small slip of paper with Cloud and Leon's number. Cautiously, as though the small paper would attack his fingers as soon as they touched it, he rubbed it between his thumb and index finger as if to make sure it was real. He couldn't help but wonder why those two seemed so desperate to help him now, at this point in his life. If they wanted to help him so desperately where had they been before all this? If what Cloud said before was true, and if Sora actually believed him, he had always had some clue or idea that he'd needed “help”.

Finally Sora stopped walking; he felt he was a good distance away from the condo. Even though he hadn't been paying attention to where he had been walking he knew where he was. He stood in his city and these streets were his; he grew up on them and lived knowing them. This city had always been his playground and he had always been protected by his fathers name. None wanted to harm him because of that, but it didn't change the fact that he did at times look for trouble so he could stay strong; though trouble found him a lot of the time. Even in the dim street lights at night Sora knew where he needed to walk on the sidewalk or the shadowed alleyways.

Sora inhaled an uneasy breath as a tightness grew in his chest. For some reason the daunting shadows seemed less welcoming then they normally did; as though they were hiding something within their depths that waited for its moment to strike. Slowly Sora slid his hand out of his pocket, deciding it would be best to leave the small slip where it was in his pocket until he reached a place that was safer then out in the open, and kept walking.

After a while Sora began to think that feeling of dread was only his imagination due to the events of the day as well as his misgivings of Cloud and Leon's kindness. As he began to shrug off the feeling he jumped slightly as his pocket began to vibrate and ring with the sound of a chipper ring tone. Just from the ringtone alone Sora would have jumped and knew that the person calling was not one to be ignored since he only gave this tone to two people, both of which could notbe ignored, and he quickly reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone. He tried to sound calm, and hoped silently to himself, `Please let it not be him.' “Hello.”

“Hello pet.” Of course hope was for idiots and fools Sora thought as he heard the male voice purr from the other end of the line. “Your father was telling me that you have gone and got yourself abducted; I shall be your rescuer this evening.”

“I've already gone and saved myself, a shame. Had I known you were going to come and save me I would have waited.” Sora said silently thankful he had gotten out of Cloud and Leon's place when he had.

There was a soft chuckle, muscular, almost a cruel sounding chuckle, “I know, I trained you well to be obedient to me.” At his words a chill ran up Sora's spin; he felt disgusted by how his body reacted to his words.

“Perhaps…” Sora admitted in defeat, he was obedient out of fear and continued out of lust. Both emotions strong on their own but with them together Sora felt powerless to this man.

As the word left his mouth there was only a hairs breath before the man on the other end hung up. Slowly Sora pulled the phone away from his ear and stared blankly at it. After a moment he slipped the phone back into his pocket, he could feel his confusion furrowing his brow. Before he could actually ponder on the reason for the sudden disconnection long arms, strong arms, wrapped themselves around him in a possessive hold. The one who now held him buried his face into Sora's hair.

Though Sora wasn't facing the one who held him, he knew instinctively who it was. He also knew that these strong arms now holding him could kill him in an instant and that he wouldn't think twice about it. Sora found himself tortured and pleasured by this man many a nights, always and only this man caused such turbulent emotions to stir in Sora's heart… by this maniac. This was the only other person then his father that Sora obeyed with out question and this was probably the only one who would do anything to keep Sora all to himself. “You found me fast, how'd you do it?” Sora asked trying to sound innocent.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” He whispered into Sora's ear causing him to shiver with anticipation. Anticipation of what Sora could never guess. Turning Sora in his arms to face him he gently caressed Sora's cheek, “Are you not pleased to see me?”

“Always!” Sora answered, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and rising so he could kiss him fully. After a moment Sora ended the kiss so the man could not deepen it, but the man's hand had found its way underneath Sora's shirt and slightly under the waist of Sora's pants to rest just above his arse. Sora sucked in a deep, calming breath and looked at the man with half lidded eyes. “I'm always happy to see you Ansem.”

“I know pet.” Ansem said with a sinuous smile that if Sora hadn't known better would have fooled him with it and its sweet promises. “I came to find you, now that I have you stay with me tonight.” Ansem whispered into Sora's ear before nipping at his ear lobe.

Sora gripped Ansem's shoulders to try and keep himself grounded and looked to the heaven's silently wishing this white haired beauty would stop. “My father—”

“Won't mind if you're with me pet.” Ansem whispered interrupting Sora's pathetic attempt to escape him before he moved slightly lower and began to suckle at Sora's neck while the hand that was in Sora's pant's slipped lower causing his breath to hitch. “Stay with me pet, tonight will be ours.”

“You are so persistent…” Sora felt himself slipping, and wanting nothing more then to give into this man; still he resisted.

“I am always wanting you, only you…” Ansem replied lifting the hand that had not migrated into Sora's pants he painfully gripped Sora's hair and tilted his head back till they were face to face. Ansem's peaceful and tormenting face that whispered sweet promises had changed to one of fury. “Though I know you my pet and how you'll let anyone touch you.”

“Ansem what—” Sora began but was cut off as Ansem kissed him with a bruising force.

“Your mine.” Ansem said in a threatening tone after breaking the kiss. “No one else can have you.” And with that Ansem gripped Sora's wrist in a vice like grip and dragged him down an alley way toward his parked car.

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Sora laid there on the cold tile floor when he woke up, his cheek swollen and his lip split. He also knew that there was a well sized lump on his head from where he had knocked it against Ansem's car after he had been hit by Ansem. Honestly there was no telling as to why Ansem had suddenly decided to hit him, knocking him unconscious, only that he didn't want to wait till they arrived at his home. So far this sudden appearance of Ansem and his already punishing blow did not give Sora much hope as to what the night would be like.

Slowly he pushed himself up and moved to lean his back against the wall and went over his injuries thus far. He was thankful to find that Ansem had only struck him once so far. One hit, three injuries; no tonight was not looking good. Part of Sora couldn't help but find this situation funny, he had walked out of one “abduction” and straight into another one… he had to admit that he had the most interesting luck.

Thirty minutes, that's how long it took him sitting alone in a dim room on the tile floor before he heard the door at the top of the stairs to his right open. The light from the other side of the door leaked into the room and the inky darkness, for a moment, was gone. Sora however did not need to look around to know where he was or what torture devices were hidden here. No, he knew all to well what this room looked like and the magnitude of torture and pleasure could be mingled here. He knew that the tile was a sand color and the walls a burgundy color. He also knew that the walls had multiple pictures of sex and pain, he knew that there was a bed off to the left of him and deeper into the room, he knew that there he would find a chest holding the many “toys” Ansem liked to use. He knew there he would find chains on the walls to shackle those Ansem brought here when he wished, he knew that there was an innocent looking bench with rope to tie down a person so they were unable to move or struggle against him as Ansem delved into his tortures ways. He knew all this and he knew that when that door shut it would be locked again due to the self locking mechanism and Ansem was the only one with the key. Knowing all this he didn't bother to raise his head to the light, instead waiting till the door closed. He knew Ansem was coming and there was no fighting him here.

“Finally awake?” Ansem asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Even in this darkness Sora saw him standing there, his shirt already having been removed and his pants hanging low on his hips.

“Did I upset you?” Sora asked, his hand going to his cheek that still had a sting.

“Pet, come here.” Ansem commanded his hand outstretched.

Part of Sora wanted to stay away, screamed to not go near him, but he found himself already rising onto all fours and crawling his way toward the man who called to him. Once at Ansem's feet, not rising but staying on all fours, he looked up at Ansem. “Yes sir?”

Ansem chuckled darkly and then with out warning violently kicked Sora to the chest. It was painful and with such force it knocked Sora away causing him to skid on the floor and only stopping when he hit the wall. Sora gasped for air for a moment and looked up at Ansem with tears welling in his eyes from the lack of oxygen. Slowly, as though he were stalking Sora, he walked toward him. “You are mine and mine alone.” That was all he said as he knelt down to be level with Sora before cruelly yanking Sora's hair and forcing their lips to meet.

It was his cruelty that pushed Sora, pushed him to try and fight this man that claimed him. However there was a sick part of him that curled itself around those words, that feeling of belonging, and wanted nothing more then to give in. It wasn't always pain, it wasn't always violence, it wasn't always blood; there was tenderness sometimes and Ansem at times professed for caring about him so there had to be something under all this…

Sora felt a tear slid down his cheek but he didn't understand why as the painful kiss ended. With blood beginning to trickle down his chin from the split lip that had painfully been reopened Sora smiled and softly kissed Ansem's lips before he gave way to his darkness, “I am yours and only yours.”

End Chapter Three

A/N: Well there's chapter three for you guys. I know its taken some time to get this posted but the funny thing is I've had this chapter done for quite some time now, just never got around to posting it. I'm sure a few of you are wondering what's going on… well I can't really tell you now can I, you'll just have to keep reading this story to find out. I wanted to go ahead and introduce as many character's as I could, show their relationship, etc. and I think so far I've done a decent job of it. I know that my last chapters were a bit bigger then this chapter but I can't make them all jumbo size. I am really liking this story so far, the characters a flushing out pretty well and I've only gotten a few complaints from them (yes they live in my head while I write this so it gets noisy sometimes) on how things are going and what's going to happen. I know my last chapters had its funny moments and I promise there will be more funny moments to come but I thought it was about time to show you why this story is dark… (and yes it'll get darker for some)

I've been pumped to get started back on this story for some time but I also had so much going on here that it is hard to find the time to sit down and really write it out, or type up and post what I've already written. I've made more notes for this story, trashed a couple of rough drafts for chapters, and I think I finally got it. I think… Here's hoping I don't get back into a corner and have to redo stuff. I'm going to try and focus more on this story as well as my Longing to be Found story (Harry Potter slash). Just remember I enjoy getting feed back on the chapters so far so don't be afraid of the review button, I welcome all comments (unless they are nothing more then flames). Though if someone feels the urgency to flame this story (since I'm just asking and informing you I would rather not waist time because it does no good to either you or me) they will be duely mocked, laughed at, and ignored, nothing else. Thank You!

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