A/N: Wazzzzzuppppp. Uh, dude, I don't even know what this is. I think this is a preliminary step into the darker side of fanfiction for me. No doubt it'll get a lot worse. :D Happy Birthday! You don't have to review, but some feedback would be nice, y'know.

Disclaimer: If I made money off this story, I'd wonder what kind of people worked at Square Enix for them to allow me to treat their characters in such brash and harmful ways.

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Oh ho ho. Isn't it wonderful, that slick metal taste that I can see flood your mouth? It looks like it. If I didn't think you deserved it, I might worry. It looks like it hurt. But that's okay. You do deserve it. If you didn't, this wouldn't be happening. I might even find it kinky.

I don't. I find it fucking necessary. You have no idea how long I've waited for this day to come. It's been too long, and now that it's here, it's like some natural high. Unluckily for you, I don't know when I'm coming down.

Was that your cheek? I'm sorry. I shouldn't scar such a lovely face, really I shouldn't. But, what goes around comes around, so I suppose I can let it slide. You're a bit of a bleeder, though. It's sad. Your eyes aren't clear and sky blue like they once were. Now they're all… fickle navy and full of dust. Your eyelashes and eyebrows are caked in blood. Clean up, you shouldn't go out in public like that.

Maybe if I wasn't slamming your face into the dirt then they'd be beautiful, but I'm just making excuses. I'm wondering a bit why you aren't fighting back, your arms aren't broken. If they are, I didn't do it. I wanted to, but someone might have beat me to the chase.

But my, if you aren't a sight for sore eyes. Funny, my sore eyes love this sight. Beaten and broken, and it's all your fault. You had it coming. You saw me swing. You didn't duck. Good choice, actually, cause if you had, this might end up worse. Who knows what else I'd have done?

Don't just sit there against the tree. Stand up, be a man. Your legs aren't broken. Or maybe they are, I wasn't paying attention. They look a little lumpy and swollen, but it's nothing a bit of pride can't swallow. Take pride in the fact that you just confronted a problem. Ignore that the problem left you injured accordingly.

Hmm, overall you look a bit roughed up. Maybe she'll help you with your clothes, they're practically falling off you. Make them with sturdier material next time, all that running away left them in shreds.

I wish I didn't have to do what I did. You're bruised all over, arms, legs, throat, face. I don't know where you aren't damaged, but I can't say that if I found it I'd leave it alone. Your eyes are purple and swollen. Almost like Rocky, but I won't cut you. I'm not Mick. Stare, that's all you do, is stare at me. Like I'm going to help you.

It's too dark out. Even if I could find my way back, you wouldn't be coming with me. Your lips are split, but lucky for you, you still have your teeth. Now, your nose, that's different. Blood won't stop flowing from… everywhere, and it's grossing me out. Go to the doctors, noses shouldn't bend that way. Or bend at all. I'm going home, and you can just bunk here for the night. Week.

Well, all I can really say is serves you right. I love you. I love you so much, but it's needed. You don't learn otherwise. You're beautiful and I'll love you forever, but your leash isn't that long. Next time you want to fool around, think to this. Cause I guarantee you, if you do that again, this'll be a recurring event.

How's it feel, Sora? How does it feel to be left behind and broken?