A-Diz: This chapta is rated M for rape.

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I sighed and rolled onto my back for like the hundredth time that night. It's like one in the fucking morning, and I can't get to sleep. Jet lag or some shit like that… ok maybe I have slight insomnia, bite me. I sat up and started drumming on the side of the bed.

Tap.

Tap tap tap.

Tap tap.

Tap tap tap tap tap.

It was the drums to one of our band's songs called, 'Disintegration'. Damn come to think of it, we need to practice and write new songs…

God, if you can hear me, I am really freaking bored, and I need entertainment… maybe you could come down and we could play cards or something… Either that or… if Collin is awake… what room was he in again? One something. Goddamn fucking bad memory… constant drunk-skateboarding accidents do that.

I sighed, frustrated and plopped back down on my bed. I sat there for a few minutes until my eyes got really droopy and my vision started going black. I had nearly fallen asleep when Blondie cried out, sat up, and started crying.

I swear to god I was this close, THIS fucking close, to falling asleep. If you're retarded or something just picture my fingers really close together. I sat up again, cursed under my breath and slowly walked over to the kid.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked my hand hovering over his back. I decided, to hell with it and started rubbing it lightly. He was shaking really badly, curled up, sobbing into his knees.

"L-leave m-me alone…" he answered in a totally different voice than before; it was cold and… hurt. Christ, what was this kid, bipolar? Sorry mom…

"Are you ok?"

He shrugged and turned away. Shit what the hell do I do? I ain't no Dr. Phil. …Ah that's it!

"Do you want me to take you to your brother?"

He nodded. I sighed and picked him up. He squeaked in surprise. He actually wasn't that heavy for a kid his age. He's short though. Heh, itty bitty blondie. I think I'm gonna be a comedian.

I shook my head and sighed. "What room is he in?"

"136," His reply was muffled by my shirt.

I walked out into the hallway and looked around. "And that happens to be which way?"

He laughed a bit and sniffed, "take a left,"

"Don't make fun of me," I pouted. I turned around and looked at our room number. 138, hm, what a shitty number. (1) But hey, at least it's near his brother's room.

It took me about seven seconds to get to his brother's room. Once again, I didn't count; I just used my kick ass estimating skills.

"Do you have the key?" I looked down at the little fuckab- ahem, angel in my arms. His hair was a bit ruffled and his eyes were puffy and red from crying. He shook his head. I sighed and shifted him in my arms so I had one free arm to knock on the door. I raised my fist a knocked on the door. It was kind of loud but I didn't give a shit; my arms felt like they were about to fall off.

Just as I was about to kick the door in, a grumpy, not to mention short, blond opened the door. He rubbed his eyes.

"What the hell-" his eyes widened as they traveled to Roxas in my arms. "What the hell did you do!?" I set Roxas down and he ran into his brother's arms. I shrugged and peeked over his spikes to see who his roommate was and I saw Collin sitting on the bed looking at us all about as confused as I was.

I brushed past them and sat on the bed next to my brother. He yawned and stretched. "What the hell happened?"

I shrugged and watched the two blonds walk into the bathroom. "I dunno, he just woke up crying and I asked if he wanted to see his brother."

He looked over at me and laughed. "You couldn't sleep either? You don't look too tired."

I rolled my eyes. "I can't sleep, one, the bed is too fucking small and two, I have jet lag or some shit."

Collin snorted. "You dipshit, you can't get jet lag from a car ride."

"Uh… yeah, you can."

"Nope."

"Uh yeah Mr. Retard, I'm pretty sure you can."

He smirked at me. "I am the oldest so there for, I'm right." Oh yeah, greatest comeback in the world. I bet you Jackson could do better. Now if you all are wondering who Jackson is, don't. You don't ever wanna meet that kid.

I snorted. "Fuck that shit."

"You're just jealous,"

"Of what? Your shortness?"

"At least I can get a girl… ok that was the shittiest insult ever, because we both know that we can pretty much get any girl we want."

We both burst out laughing.

While we were still laughing, both of the blonds walked back in. Ven glared at us. "Both of you fuckers out. Roxas is sleeping here tonight."

I snorted. "And this affects Collin how?"

Ven gritted his teeth. "Just get out."

I put my hand across my face dramatically, "Oh Mister Blonde Midget, why don't you like me?"

Ven glared at me and raised a fist. Tch, like he could intimidate me. What's he gonna do? Punch me in the ankle?

I stood up and stretched. "Ok fine, but I hope you guys aren't doing it with each other when were gone."

Ven looked horrified. "No! That's gross."

I smirked, "No I just wouldn't want to miss it."

"GET OUT!!"

"Bye Venny!" I yelled running out the door. When I thought we were far enough I muttered, "Fucking pansy,"

"I heard that!" Well sor-ry! Apparently two feet out the door isn't far enough for his ninja-hearing skills.

I laughed and winced as I heard the door slam shut. I turned to Collin with a bored expression on my face,

"Great, what the hell do we do now?"

He shrugged and looked to the left. "I dunno… but I think mini-me in there said that there was a lobby area with a TV somewhere…"

"And where would that be?"

"… Candy Mountain?"

I snorted, "Fuck you… uh let's just go this way." I turned left and started walking.

After Collin saying we were 'fucking lost' multiple times, we finally arrived at a place with an Xbox 360, a 62" TV (estimating skills), mini fridge, and a couch. I stopped directly in my tracks and started.

"… Holy shit,"

"There is a god!" Collin exclaimed, jumping onto the couch.

"Dude! Shut the fuck up! We don't want to wake anybody!" I said in a loud whisper looking for anybody to come out and yell at us. It's not like I cared or anything, I just didn't want this beautiful gift from God taken away from us.

"Fuck them," he said reaching for the remote.

"Whatever," I said sitting down next to him. I punched him and put my hand out, "Gimme the remote."

He smirked and slapped the remote down on my hand as hard as he could. I just sat there staring at him for a few seconds… you know, 'till the pain in my hand kicked in.

"Ow you mother fuck-!" He quickly slapped his hand on my mouth, laughing, and 'shhed' me.

Oh you wanna play like that you mother fucker? Huh? Well bring it on bitch! I glared at him and bit his hand as hard as I could.

He gasped and tried to pull his hand away, but I had a firm grip on his flesh. "Ow you sonnuva bitch! Let go!" he quickly grabbed the remote and threw it to me. "Here! You goddamn cannibal!"

I finally let go and grabbed the remote. I laughed as I turned the TV on and put it on channel 58.

"Oh wow, how ironic, the new episode of South Park is on."

"Sweet."

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About thirty minutes later Collin and I were in tears on the couch, laughing our asses off.

"I'm not your buddy, guy!" I yelled, quoting Terrance, Phillip, and the leader of Canada.

"I'm not your guy, friend!" Collin yelled, playing along.

"We're not your friends, bud!"

"Aw man," I started, wiping a tear from my eye, "That was one of the funniest videos along the Britney Spears one."

"Oh god yeah,"

I stretched and yawned. My eyes traveled up the clock above the TV. My eyes widened in surprise.

"Dude, its 2:30, we need to get to fucking bed. School starts in six hours!"

Collin yawned, "Ok," he replied laying his head down on my lap.

"Dude! Get the fuck off! We're going to my room."

He flipped me off, "No I'm sleeping here."

"Bullshit, do know how many people or teachers have fucked on this couch?"

He sat up and wrinkled his nose. "Nasty."

"Uh yeah, so let's go."

Collin stood up, yawned, and stretched. "Hey you know my roommate? Ven?"

"Yeah what about him?"

"I want to fuck him so badly."

I started laughing so hard. "My same thoughts exactly but for Roxas,"

He smirked at me, "Great minds think alike."

We bashed fists. "Hell yea."

I stopped and smirked suddenly. Collin stopped noticing my lack o' movement.

"Si?"

"… What room is Riku in?"

"… Oh you evil little bastard,"

"I know."

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We walked back into dorm in complete silence. I was surprised Tiny hadn't said anything yet. I was about to break the silence when he beat me to it.

"So… what's the chance that our rooms are all connected?"

I looked at him bewildered; the sudden outburst had scared the shit out of me.

"About the same chance that Riku will be awake, sitting at a little table in a dress eating crumpets and drinking tea, speaking in an English accent,"

"So about a fifty percent chance,"

An exasperated sigh escaped my mouth. "Sora that was one time! He was drunk- wait no, we were ALL drunk and he just happened to find Chase's little sister's room."

Tiny laughed, "Yeah, that was funny wasn't it,"

I sighed and walked off, shaking my head. "You're a dipshit,"

He snapped out of his daze and ran after me. "Hey! Wait up, don't forget, I have the key."

I smirked and walked up to his door. I lightly pushed it with my hand and it opened. Tiny stood there opening and closing his mouth, trying to think of something to say. He finally gave up and stomped into this room.

"I fucking hate you," he said flopping onto his bead.

I laughed. "Why don't you come over here and give your older brother some sugar?" I asked, opening my arms and wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

Tiny threw a pillow at me and buried his head into his now pillow-less bed. "And how about you shut the fuck up before I cut your dick off,"

I glared at him and looked at his pillow on the floor. I smirked slightly and replied, "Hmm, that wouldn't be too nice. Maybe I'll just have to teach you to respect your elders by wiping my ass with your pillow,"

Tiny sat up quickly and glared at me. "Don't you fucking dare," he warned.

I grabbed his pillow and smirked. "But it looks so soft," I whined.

"I'll tell Riku who actually dyed his hair pink, seeing how it was you and not Drew,"

I quickly threw his pillow back to him, "And here's your pillow,"

He smiled in content, fluffed his pillow, and promptly threw his head into it. "Night bitch," he yawned.

I laid down onto Roxas' checkered comforter. "Night slut," I replied, closing my eyes.

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Mmm. Dreams… about a naked Roxas. Oh yeah. My fantas-

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Now I know I dream some weird shit, but I don't have fantasies about knocking. Whoever the fuck woke me up is gonna pay.

"What the fuck do you want!?" I yelled, throwing the covers over my head. The knocking ceased for a moment before starting up again. Sonnuva bitch. I threw the covers off the bed, jumped up, and stomped over to the door. I swung the door open to see a kid that was a couple of inches shorter than me with a- wait what the fuck?

"Kid, what the fuck is on your head?" It was like a fucking mohawk-mullet kind of thing. The stranger looked shocked and then started glaring at me. I just stood there with an amused look on my face with my arms across my chest. I think he noticed he wasn't getting anywhere because he sighed and asked in a small voice,

"Where's Roxas?"

I snorted, "He ain't here, why, what do you need him for?"

The kid hesitated. "I got locked out of my room…" he mumbled.

Yeah, uhuh, bullshit. "Mhmm and I'll let you in as soon as you tell me the truth," Noticed that at three in the morning? Pathetic.

He looked up at me with wide blue eyes. (A/N: Because I think that Demyx with green eyes looks vury vury gay, so in this case the color green can go fuck itself. Anywho…) He sighed again and looked down. "My roommates are drunk,"

"What do they do? Try to rape you?" I replied sarcastically.

He nodded and blushed. My eyes widened. "Oh… well in that case, welcome," I said stepping to the side to let him in. He nodded briefly and walked into the room. He sat down on the futon and put his hands behind his head. "So where is Roxas anyways?"

I closed the door and sat down on my bed. "He is currently in his brother's room,"

He nodded and shrugged, "It's better if he doesn't know I'm here anyways…" he mumbled.

I raised a brow and looked at him. "You're making me want to take you to him to see what happened…"

He sighed, "Please don't,"

"I will if you stop sighing," I mumbled.

"What was that?" he asked, tilting his head cutely.

"Stop. Sighing."

"Oh! Sorry…"

"Yeah… So mullet boy, you have a name?"

"Yep," … I nearly face-palmed right then and there.

"And now's the part where you tell me what it is…" Mhm, yep. Once again with the curious, lost look.

"It's Demyx Wasser, what's yours?" What the fuck is a Wasser?

"Whitney Houston," Bobby I love you! Ahem…

His head snapped up. "Excuse me?" he asked with a weird look on his face.

I started laughing, "You sure you don't need a hearing aide? I said it was Sora Icehart,"

"Oh sorry, I thought you said Whitney Houston for a second there,"

"That's because he did," replied a muffled voice from Roxas' bed.

"Shut up you figgit! You're supposed to be asleep!" I yelled throwing my pillow at the prick lying on Roxas's bed.

He grabbed it from where it just hit his head and sat up. "Well I would be if you guys would shut the fuck up."

I rolled my eyes, "Ah you're pms-ing, just go back to bed you whiny bitch,"

"I still have your pillow you know," he said, glaring at me.

"And I still know who dyed Riku's hair,"

"Hey, you guys know Riku?" Demyx cut in.

Collin looked at him and blinked. "Who the fuck is he?" he asked turning towards me.

"Demyx Wasser," I replied smirking. I turned to Demyx, "So yeah, I know him. He was my best friend for about fourteen years why?"

Demyx looked down blushing. "Well it's just that he's kind of popular," I snorted, "and you guys are new here so I thought that you wouldn't know him." Tch, I know him more than Roxas does.

"Do you hang out with them… you know, with Riku's group of friends?" I asked.

"No… not anymore…" And again with the fucking emo-ness.

"And why not?" Collin asked now fully awake.

He shrugged, "I'd rather not talk about that,"

"Ok, fine." I said standing up. I nodded towards Collin and he got up too. "C'mon," I said grabbing my keys and walking out the door. Demyx got up and hesitantly followed. "W-where are we going?" he asked.

"You'll see," I replied, heading towards Ven's room. Collin went up and unlocked the door. Demyx noticed what room we were at and abruptly stopped. "N-no." he said in that small voice again. "I don't want to go in there."

"C'mon," I said lightly grabbing his arm. He struggled a bit before sighing and giving in. I walked up to the room and walked in. Collin was sitting on his bed and Roxas Ven and… Riku on Ven's. I sat down next to Collin and pulled Demyx down with me.

"Ok," I started staring at Roxas, "what the fuck is your problem with this kid?"

Roxas looked at me with a shocked expression on his face. Ven glared, and Riku looked like he wanted to say something. "We don't have to tell you," Ven sneered.

"And can we get an answer from someone who isn't a total whiny bitch?" Demyx and Collin started cracking up. Ven stood up and glared at me harder.

I rolled my eyes. "Will you sit the fuck down? Damn you're annoying." Collin and Demyx burst out into full-blown laughter.

Ven glared at Demyx. "Stop laughing you piece of shit!" Demyx looked down, hurt. That's it. I stood up, grabbed Ven by the front of his shirt and lifted him in the air and brought him close to my face. "Leave him the fuck alone and sit the fuck down before I break your face in!" I nearly yelled. Riku stood up. "Sora, put him down," he said calmly. I growled before setting him down and sitting down back next to my brother.

"You're lucky Riku's here," I said still glaring at him. He was glaring back at me, but he was shaking. Riku turned to me. "Sora can we do this tomorrow? We have to talk about something."

"Riku, remember that one time you said you owed me for saving your life? Yeah, you owe me one now."

Riku glared at me and grumbled something about 'how could you still remember that?' before sitting back down.

I snorted, "I still have the scars. Anyways what's up?" I said nodding my head at Demyx. Riku stood up. "C'mon," he urged, nodding to what I think is the bathroom. I nodded and turned around.

"C'mere," I said holding my hand out to Demyx. He stood up shakily and took my hand. We walked into the bathroom and Riku closed the door behind us.

There was a toilet and a sink. "Where the fuck is the shower?" I thought aloud.

"We all shower in one big room. Kind of like a locker room." Riku told me.

I hopped up onto the counter and smirked. "What time does Roxas usually take a shower?"

Riku rolled his eyes. "You perv."

"Eh, you're best friend is a perv. That's almost as bad."

"Anyways, back on subject. The reason why Ven hates Demyx is because Demyx had his dad rape Roxas."

"Who came up with that bullshit?" I demanded.

"That what Roxas said-"

"No. That's what Ven interpreted it as." I turned to Demyx. "What really happened?"

Demyx looked down. "It was the last day of Christmas break…"

Flashback

Fourteen-year-old Demyx was sitting on his bed with his head in his knees trying to hide from his enraged father. He had forgotten to clean the house before his father got home because he was hanging out with his best friends, Zexion, Roxas and Axel, after school.

Demyx cringed when he heard his father's footsteps thundering up the stairs. He whimpered when the door slammed open and his father barged in.

"You little shit!" he screamed, "I ask you to do one simple fucking thing and you can't even do that!" Demyx closed his eyes waiting for the blow. He father's fist smashed into his cheek and sent him tumbling off the bed.

"Look at me when I talk to you!" he said kicking his son in the side with his steel-toed boots. He must've just got home from work… Demyx cried out in pain as he heard something crack. His father picked him up and slammed his against the wall repeatedly. Demyx cried out again when his head smacked against the wall. He could feel something warm sliding down his neck.

Demyx's father was about to punch Demyx in the stomach when he heard a faint knocking coming from downstairs.

"Demyx! It's Roxas. You left your bag at my house and I was just bringing it over."

Demyx's eyes widened in fear. "P-please d-don't hurt him." He begged, a slight trail of blood dripping from his mouth.

Rhys ignored him. "You make any sound at all whatsoever and he dies. Got it?"

Demyx choked back a sob and nodded. Demyx's father dropped him and stormed out of the room. Demyx was zoning in and out of consciousness when he heard Roxas' scream of pain. Demyx stumbled to his feet and grabbed his skateboard that Roxas had given him for his birthday. He grabbed his cell phone and sent Zexion a text message.

'Help'

Zexion and his older brother, Sephiroth, knew what his father did. When they found out he begged them not to tell anyone. They hesitantly agreed and Demyx had constantly thanked them the week after.

He ran down the stairs and froze at the sight. His father was pounding into an unconscious Roxas. Demyx suddenly felt a surge of rage wash over him. He ran up to them and smashed his father across his head as hard as he could.

Rhys fell to the ground; unconscious. Demyx rushed over to Roxas. He quickly and carefully pulled his pants up and picked him up carefully. Roxas was a small boy so it was easy for Demyx to carry him. He walked outside and saw Sephiroth getting out of his car.

"What happened?" he asked.

Demyx shook his head. "Please just take him, and if I'm not at your house in twenty minutes come and get me please."

Sephiroth nodded and took the blonde-haired boy. Demyx walked back inside and waved to Sephiroth as he closed the door. As Demyx was turning around he was slammed into the wall. He winced as his injured head once again smacked into the wall.

Rhys grabbed him and threw him towards the stairs. His left shoulder crashed into the corner of the wall and there was a sickening crack. Demyx was rolling on the ground holding his shoulder. His father walked over and started kicking him on his injured side and on his stomach.

"S-stop… please." Demyx whimpered.

"Get ahead! Cry like a little girl! Nobody will hear you!" One kick too high later and Demyx's collarbone was cracked. His father picked him up and brought him into his room. Rhys threw Demyx onto his bed. Demyx cried out as his injured shoulder smacked into his father's bed.

Rhys walked over to Demyx and took off Demyx's clothes. Demyx started struggling because he knew what was going to happen.

"Stop moving you piece of shit!"

Rhys quickly undid his pants and spread Demyx's legs. He thrusted in forcefully, using Demyx's blood as a lubricant.

Demyx screamed as loud his lungs would let him in agony. His father was being rougher that usual and Demyx was losing a lot of blood and fast.

Soon black began to invade Demyx's vision. He was almost unconscious when the door slammed open. A very pissed off Sephiroth and Leon were standing in the doorway with Zexion behind them. Sephiroth quickly threw Rhys off of Demyx and started punching him. Zexion ran over to Demyx.

"Demyx… okay?" Demyx hearing was fading in and out.

"Is… Roxas?" He whispered. He was in too much pain and far too tired to produce a full sentence.

"He's… fine… brothers… hospital."

"Please don't tell… It's all my fault."

"Demyx we have to!"

Black completely covered Demyx's vision. All he could hear was Zexion's faint yells.

Flashback End

"And then when I came back to school Axel beat the shit out of me saying it was my fault. I'm pretty damn sure he didn't hear the whole story, and Roxas probably didn't remember anything."

I stood there shaking with fury. I took a deep breath. "What room is Axel in?" I asked as calmly as I could without lashing out and hitting something.

"Sora-"

I turned and glared at Riku. "He owes Demyx an apology, so does Ven for that matter but I'm gonna kill two birds with one stone. So I will ask this one more time, what room is Axel in?"

"139." Demyx answered.

"How do you-" How the hell would he-

"We used to be roommates," Oh…

I nodded. "I'll be right back," I said walking out the door. I ignored the comments from Ven and walked towards Axel's room. I stopped though as soon as I thought of something. "What if the others hate him too for the same reason…?" I turned back around and walked back in the room.

I saw Demyx walking out of the bathroom with a tear-stained face and Riku following behind him with a guilty expression. "Are we the only ones that know the truth other than Zexion?" I asked the blonde-haired boy.

"Yeah…" he replied nodding.

"Well… in that case we're going to be killing a lot of birds with one stone," I yawned, "after I get some fucking sleep."

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So yeah, I don't really like AkuRoku that much and I decided to… express? My thoughts.

A-Diz: Yeah… so that whole flashback thing… pretend you didn't read that. K?

Sora: :O An actual chapter that wasn't all funny!? No vway!

A-Diz: I don't own anything from KH