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"Yes sir." I said quietly, cupping my bruising cheek in my palm. He'd slapped me again, saying I was far to much of a rebel. I couldn't help it to be honest; I'd always done what I thought was right and had a hard time seeing from other people's eyes. As my black shoes clicked and echoed off of the newly-cleaned gray floors, I couldn't help but wonder who I was after this time. My job, known as a 'Heartless', is just that; heartless. I'm often forced to kidnap our targets and let my Master, or Leader as I prefer (Master makes me sound like a whore), do horrible things to them. I didn't choose this life. On the contrary, I was hoping to become someone who'd help the currently horrible world see the light and truth, not someone who made it worse. My older cousin forced me into this place, selling me for millions and millions. The only comfort I currently had was knowing that our dorms had locks, and the fact that Cloud was here.
Cloud is my older brother, in case you're wondering. He's the only person who doesn't hurt me as soon as he sees me. You can tell he hates his job, which isn't surprising at all. He's always had a strong sense of justice, and never seems to give up, though I know he's felt like it many, many times. Speaking of him, I saw him leaning against a wall casually, listening to some sort of banter coming from our fellow Heartless members. "Cloud." I greeted him, making sure that my tone of voice held no emotion. "Hey." He replied with a bit less of a baratone voice, eyes drifting to the swelling injury on my cheek. "Mission?" He asked me nonchalantly, his chin resting on his palm. Nodding, I turned my head to see what he was starring at. Two of the most troublesome members, known as 'Satori' and 'Mizuka'. They were always molesting some men, and didn't seem to care who it was they 'did'. Currently, they were cornering one of our kinder members, Ven. Glancing up at Cloud, I could see his eyes burning with fury, wanting to reach out and help the poor blonde in front of us. I'd given up long ago, but Cloud hadn't, and I knew it. Waving at him, I walked away, remembering my mission.
"Sora Hikaru." Clara, the female who gave out our missions, announced my target's name. Starring at the paper, she smirked, "You've got a cute one. Gonna fondle him a bit?" I tried not to look at her in utter disgust, but failed miserably. Everyone here, save Cloud and Ven, made me feel this way. They were all so lustful, each extremely desperate for some sort of sexual relief to the point where they'd fuck just about anyone. Snatching the paper from her grip, I tucked it into my shorts, and walked away, giving her one last hateful glance. As I strode down the hallways, I looked the paper curiously. For once, Clara was right. Sora was pretty cute, auburn spikes and sparkling cerulean eyes. His face held baby fat, because he was apparently a high school student. As I looked at his innocent and carefree expression, my heart sunk, knowing that was to disappear in a matter of moments. Plus, once he was here, all of the males would try to get at him, considering the females were to busy being all over each other. I feared for his innocence and his life, just as I had mine when I first came here.
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"See you after Gym Roxas!" I yelled cheerily, waving goodbye to my older brother. He sent me a smile and waved back, walking away to where ever his schedule wanted him to. Swinging open the gym's doors, I said hello to the one friend that I actually had here, Keiri. "Hey!" She greeted me, rushing over to me and hugging me tightly. I had to urge her to pull away she squeezed me so tight. She blushed a delicate salmon. "Sorry." She apologized quickly, then pointed towards the cold winter outside. "I'm surprised we have school today. My mom says that there's a snowstorm coming." I chuckled, "Not that our teachers would care." She laughed with me and waved goodbye, walking towards the gym's doors. Keiri didn't take gym class, she took art instead. We weren't in love or anything, just more in a brother-and-sister relationship. I was gay, and so was she, so it obviously wouldn't work. She was dating a girl called 'Chiyato', and as far as I knew, doing pretty well. I felt odd thinking of other people's love lives, so I quickly focused my attention on my gym class teacher, Mr.Armstrong. "Spread out and stretch." He instructed, blowing his gleaming silver whistle.
We scattered like mice in a field and ran to our usual places. The only thing I didn't like about gym class? The fact that Mr.Armstrong doesn't stay throughout the time we're stretching, he's to busy preparing exercises. This becomes the perfect time for bullies to bother me, which I used to not mind, but now it's beginning to get to me. What they're saying is mostly true, after all. "Hey baby-face!" I winced and turned around to see a familiar black haired bully, the one who always called me something related to my body each passing day. Laughing, he strutted over to my currently-doing-sit-ups form, from which I quickly tried to sit up from but was halted by an arm on the side of my head. Gulping, I looked to the rest of the class for help, but all they did was look on in excitement. Freaks. "Whadaya say we have a little fun?" He purred suggestively, toying with the end of one of the many spikes which graced (or disgraced) my face. "No!" I yelped in response, kicking him off and running out of class. I bumped into someone, and looking up, I saw a silver haired boy standing there. To be honest, I blushed a little, in awe of his good looks. In my mind I wistfully wished (woah, tongue twister) that I could look as good as he did. He smiled at me, though it was a rather sad smile, which caused me to become concerned for his well being. Just as I was about to ask if he was alright, I saw his eyes fill with freshtears, and that was the last thing I saw before darkness covered my eyes like a blanket.
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"H-Huh?" I muttered, confused as to where I was and how I got there. "Oh yeah, that-" Before I could finish, I remembered what the boy had done. Had he....kidnapped me? Surveying my confinement, I found that the room I was currently in was actually pretty nice. Soft bed,-which I had woken up on- and many other typical household items were in the large bedroom. I was confused as to why my captor would do such a thing as privilege me with all of this, but hey, who was I to complain? You'd think I'd be more worried, considering I'd just been kidnapped, but the boy who had seemingly committed such a crime and given me this room seemed far to polite. Besides, maybe I was just in his house, and I'd collapsed from some drug a bully had slipped into my juice at lunch. My thoughts were disturbed when the silver haired boy entered, but not without a man adorning a suit. He looked serious at first, but when he saw me, an odd grin plastered onto his features, sending a quick and violent shiver down my spine. "Hello, Sora." The man said with an odd glint in his eye, causing me to shift uncomfortably. Noticing this, he chuckled as if one of the occupants of the room had just told a funny joke. But this was far from a joke, that much I knew. "You're quite pretty, aren't you?" He purred with the exact some disgusting tone as the bully from earlier who had attempted to molest me. I could tell the silver haired boy was holding back from unleashing rage upon the man he was standing next to.
"Riku, fetch." The man instructed the boy, who's name I know knew as Riku, as if he was some sort of puppy under training. Not afraid to show he hated the man, Riku bared perfectly white teeth at him, then walked away, giving me one last longing glance, turquoise eyes shining with sympathy. Those eyes alone made me want to know him all the more. Turning my waning attention back towards the man, I went on full alert when I saw buttons on his shirt becoming undone, each 'pop' they made echoing with my heart beat. To my utter relief, he seemed-so far, at least- to just be relaxing from the heat. It was quite hot in this room, which wouldn't have been bad if it was freezing cold everywhere else in whatever building this was. "Do you know who I am?" The man asked with genuine curiousness, taking a seat on the desk's revolving chair. I glared at him, no longer feeling any sort of happiness in my heart, other than the recent memory of Riku. "No, and I could care less." I responded, having been used to bullies attacking me cruelly one moment, then treating me like an old friend the next.
My brother said it would help me see through evil people's lies, and I was thankful he insisted I payed attention during that time. Thinking of Roxas, I hesitantly spoke up. "Do you have my brother as well?" The man didn't seem at all surprised I asked, and shook his head, a smirk replacing his grin. "But that could change if someone doesn't behave." He threatened, and I inwardly sighed, knowing he wasn't joking in the least. As the man finally exited the room, I was left with time to my own. It was boring, but far better than being with such a perverted freak. "You OK?" I turned my head at the familiar voice and saw Riku standing there with his arms crossed, his eyes searching for injuries, or...other marks. I suppressed a shudder at the very thought and put on a smile, which wasn't all that fake. "I'm fine." I assured him, tilting my head and smiling. He sent me a slight smile in response, but I could tell that unlike at the school, here he had to keep his emotions in check.
Sighing, he walked towards me, the sun hitting his hair just right, giving off a silver sheen. "I'm truly sorry for you." He whispered, though it contained no sadness, which was quite odd considering he whispered it. I nodded, pleased someone here had some sort of a heart. "What about you?" When he raised an eyebrow, I pointed to his swelling cheek, already having turned sickening colors of black and blue with a tinge of yellow. "Does he hurt you?" Riku seemed to be holding back a heavy sigh as he replied, "Yes." I felt sorry for him, just as he did me, but I knew that he was probably used to all of the beatings, though that in no way made it right. Pointing towards the window, which was made so it couldn't be opened, Riku announced it was time for me to rest. It was pretty early for that, considering the sun had just gone down, but I caught the wary look in his tired eyes and knew that I'd need the rest for tomorrow. As I slipped under the covers, I was surprised to see that Riku didn't leave. He stood there, starring at my face, before walking out of the room, quietly closing the door. Smiling to myself, pleased that he found me attractive. What, the hell was I saying? I chuckled softly, laughing at my eagerness to be together with him, though I had just met him. Some how, I felt safe, knowing he was nearby. Rolling over to lay on my side, I closed my eyes, beginning to dream about the love of my life, Riku.