"You think you have the right to walk freely around? In my home?" A hard smack echoed through the small dark room that smelled of rust and wet stone.

"Do you think you're worth the skin you have on your pathetic body?" The man's voice was steadily increasing as the boy before him merely huddled together, keeping his emotions inside him.

"Do you feel like you should be left alone, if only for a night?" A punch across the cheek that was left untouched made the boy's head snap to the right, his arms going out to keep him from fully smacking on the ground.

"Think again, you worthless life, you are my money-maker, not my son. Get ready, your best customers are back," Kicking the eight year old boy's stomach ended it, leaving him gasping for air and blood dripping slowly from his mouth.

There was a sound of rustling before a small hand grasped the hurt ones shoulder. "Are you okay?"

The dirty blond-haired boy didn't respond, more so couldn't. He had trained his ears to detect noises from the basement that was his and his brother's room, to make sure the brunette was safe by the time the door opened. "H...hide... They're com-ing..." He slowly gasped out, regaining the breath that was to be soon lost from the actions that were bound to happen.

"I'll take it tonight, not you!" The brunette immediately raised his quiet voice, wanting his older twin to comply.

The blond mustered his little strength to raise himself on his shaking arms, "No, Sora. Just," He pushed his younger, by three minutes, brother towards the cover of blankets where he usually was, "hide. I'm not going to let them... take yours no matter what He says. You need to be safe."

Despite the darkness, Roxas could feel the tears dripping slowly from his brothers eyes, the sadness omitting from him always affected the other, due to their connection. Without further debate Sora crawled, with a bit more strength since Roxas always gave him his meager portion of food, to the blankets, quickly hiding and remaining still.

A burst of light from up the stairs blinded the dirty blond, but he didn't bother looking up to see the same group that came by every two nights. There was a dim light always on down in the basement though, since their clients needed to see.

They were two big males, as in, huge. Muscles stretching the delicate skin on their arms and stomachs; the obvious body builder. The only question Roxas ever asked was why they bothered to come back, when they could so easily get a group of sluts down at the Nobody Club.

"Do whatever, just don't kill. You know the rule." And just like that, the man that gave the twins the opportunity to live, left. He only every cared about the money, never his children. He wanted drugs- no, needed them. Any drug out there, ranging from meager portions of meth to an abundance of weed, he had it.

Any normal person would have thought the two men would've been in the army, helping their country, what with the scars and such on their bodies, but this isn't the normal world. The scars are from past fights and their own bad beginnings. These two are the beat first, ask questions later. And as the duo descended the stairs, Roxas felt the anxiety in his stomach.

The small blond, only about 63 pounds, 25 pounds under-weight, and barely reaching four feet and nine inches, still growing, was becoming afraid.
Perhaps "becoming" wasn't the correct word. More like, gaining fear. This was a regular basis; be afraid from the slightest noise from his own twin, thinking it's someone else, but never actually calming down and relaxing.

How could you when your father also hurts you when there were no clients?

Roxas was picked up by one of the guys, being looked over. "I'm getting tired of the same one every time. Didn't Chase say there's two?" Chase was the boy's father, the name made Roxas cringe in disgust.

"Yeah, let's find the other," The one holding the older boy dropped him, having him crumple underneath his own small weight.
It took a few seconds for Roxas to realize that they were looking for Sora, and when he did, an adrenaline rush appeared. His fear for the safety of his brother was undeniably strong, so he stood up as fast as possible.

"Don't... Don't touch him!" Roxas raised his voice, seeing the pair not listening when he first spoke.
They both froze, slowly turning around to face Roxas. One of their hands just inches away from grabbing the mass amount of blankets Sora was hidden under. "What did you say, boy?" They fully stood, looking at Roxas with a glare that turned his very being into stone.
But, he was quick to recover. "Don't look for him. I'll do whatever you want, just leave him alone,"

The brutes looked at each other before letting out a tremendous laugh. "Hey, Garret, why don't you take that one while I keep looking for the other?" The bigger of the pair, Curt, said. Garret nodded, his loud footsteps making their way to Roxas.

"No! Don't go near him! Don't touch him!" Roxas screamed at the top of his lungs, but losing his breath with a punch to the throat from Garret. Using any air left in him, he rasped out, "Leave him alone!" A cough interrupted any further protests.

When Roxas saw Curt tear the blankets off of Sora and grab the brunette, Roxas hit Garret between the eyes. Garret, being completely shocked, stumbled back but wasn't exactly in pain from Roxas' small fist.

Sora let out a blood-curling, "Roxas!" as Curt picked Sora up by his arm, practically dangling him in the air since he was of almost equal weight to Roxas. Being so tiny to the body builders was like picking up a ten pound piece of metal.

"Put him down! Please, just leave him alone!" Roxas had resulted to begging, smacking his fists again the broad man's shoulder, trying to have him release his brother.

The arm that wasn't holding anything back-handed Roxas. A hit so hard the boy was sent to the floor, hitting his childlike face on the concrete.
Tears sprang into the ocean blue eyes, feeling the swelling already beginning. Not that it wasn't already, since his father had recently smacked him.
"Garret, come get him away from me. Make him watch," Roxas could hear the smirk in Curt's voice. "I'll make sure to rip this one in half, just for you, Blondie," Curt used the horrible nickname for Roxas.

Garret picked Roxas up by the throat, not with a strong enough grip to choke him, promptly repaying the blond by punching him in the gut. As Roxas coughed with his eyes shut tight, he could hear his twins protests.

"Please, d-don't do this, y-you don't need to," Sora was blubbering. "N-no! Please!" Roxas didn't need to look to see what was happening; he didn't want to.

"Just stop! Torture me all you want! Just don't hurt hi-" Roxas reasoned, but both Garret and Curt didn't give a second thought as Sora's screams ripped through the air.

Roxas could only sit with his eyes shut tightly while his brother's innocence was forcefully taken from him. All the attempts, the savings Roxas had done to prevent this very thing from happening, gone.

Roxas truly wanted his brother to be clean when he found someone he loved, to be with him or her and be able to share a special moment as this.
But, with a father like this, ones efforts are bound to be diminished.

Once everything was done, both the men gone, and both the small boys in pain from their lower regions, Roxas held onto Sora. Sora had been crying the whole time, needing his brother's comfort. And once the two were gone, that was what Sora did. He clutched onto his brother like he was his lifeline.
"Shh... It's okay Sora... I'm so sorry... I didn't want you to ever get hurt like this..." Roxas, despite his own hurt, cooed softly. He was trying his best to calm the poor brunette down, just as Sora had done when this had first happened to Roxas.

The smell of fresh blood and the feel of the cuts and forming bumps along Sora's body made Roxas curse the two out in his head with words he learned from his father.

Roxas stood, picking his brother up with one arm gingerly underneath Sora's knees and the other around his mid back. Moving slowly so the brunette wouldn't feel any pain, Roxas set Sora down onto the small twin bed they shared every night.

Once the blond twin was sure Sora was comfortable enough, Roxas worked putting the pair of clothes they've had for a long while; two identical sets. Both grey sweat pants and a plain black long sleeved shirt. The older twin helped Sora get into his clothes, mainly letting Sora do it so Roxas wouldn't hurt him in any way.

When they were both fully clothed again, Roxas climbed beneath the covers next to his twin and wrapped his arms around Sora, bringing the crying brunette to his chest. Sora's hands balled up into fists on Roxas' shirt, holding him tighter, which made Roxas do the same with his arms around Sora's mid-section.

Roxas ran his fingers soothingly through the brunette's spiky hair, trying to coax him to stop crying. "It's okay, Sora. You're okay. This will never happen again, I won't allow it. Please, show me your eyes,"

After a few more seconds of the sweet words, Sora moved his head up to look into the identical pair of ocean blue eyes, filled with concern.
Roxas smiled softly in an attempt for his younger twin to cease crying completely. "There, see? No one's gonna hurt you, not while I'm around,"
Sora didn't return the smile, but he did stop the crying only to a few tears every once in a while.

"Let's go to sleep, okay? I promise everything will get better," Roxas reassured, settling down with Sora still tightly wound around him.

"Roxas... Why us?" Sora asked in between sniffles, not looking him in the eyes with his head on Roxas' chest.

Roxas was silent for a few moments. "Because..." He honestly didn't know what to say. So, he said what he did know.

"We'll get out of here. One day, we'll be happy. I promise."

AN: My first AkuRoku fanfic... yeah, the prologue is a bit depressing xD Don't worry, things might get better. Soon. Eventually.

Well, review! Tell me how you liked it, or hated it, or any questions... yeah. That's it. Til the next chapter (whenever that'll be), :D