Persona Non Grata

Please note that Riku is not by any means, a reflection of myself. I just chose to make his character sadistic and cruel. I personally hate when people pick on other people in real life. I am not a cruel person so no flamming. All that I ask is that you open your mind and give this story a chance. The world is vast so please don't keep your mind secluded. Reviews are always welcomed. Thank you for reading. For the meaning of this stories title, please see summary. This is my first Kingdom Hearts story so please bare with me.

Warning: This story is rated 'M' for perfanity, homosexuality, and whatever else comes to my sick and depraved mind. If you can't handel anything listed, please press the back button. Thank you. Also a reminder, this is a Riku/Sora story so if that isn't your cup of tea then adios.

This is an AU, it has nothing to do with the game. Also, a line like this: --------------- means scene change.

Persona Non Grata

Chapter 1

Riku's eyelids slowly parted revealing aqua glazed over eyes. His alarm clock on the nightstand beside his bed was blaring. Riku groaned in annoyance and when the alarm refused its insistant whale, he picked it up and hummed it across the room shattering it against the bedroom wall. The day was starting off splendedly. With the clock now silenced perminitly, Riku went back to sleep for another thirty minutes making him already a half an hour late for work. But who cares? He sure didn't give a fuck.

When Riku deemed he was ready to get out of bed, he rolled to his side and stood up; his toned abs and musuels rippling as he did so. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he walked out of his master bedroom and padded his way down the darken hallway towards the kitchen. He hissed as he entered the kitchen and realized he had left one of the penthouse window blinds open and light was penetrating his precious darkness. He was quick to reactify the problem. Once the threat was handled, Riku put his black, expensive coffee pot maschine on. As he waited he sat down at the kitchen table and hissed when his bare ass came in contact with the cool surface of the Armani wooden chair.

Yes, Riku is in the nued. Take a minute to drool.

Riku always had a tendency to sleep in the nude therefore, when he wakes he finds it ludicrous to put on boxer to walk around his house in the morning; when he is only going to take them off to take a shower. It was completely pointless.

Riku looked over at the coffee pot and realized that it wasn't brewing.

That. Just. Pissed. Him. Off.

Mornings didn't exsist without black, strong coffee. Riku looked over at the clock on his electric stove confirming that he was now an hour late for work and missed wetting the paper boy with the sprinklers. Did he care? Not in least. Although he would have to remember to put the sprinklers on automatic timer tomorrow for the little kid that delivers his paper. Riku heaved himself up to go take a shower. On his way to work he would just have to stop by that little bistro down the street.

After Riku's twenty minute shower, he got dressed in a blue button up shirt, a tie, and black dress pants. Before leaving his home he grabbed his wallet and keys. He put on his long white doctors coat and badge. He closed the door; locked it, and went into his garage and got into his silver Porche. The little Bistro was only about ten minutes away.

Inside the bistro there was a long line. The Bistro was very popular amongst Riku's wealthy neighborhood. Contrary to peoples' beliefs, not every one liked to have eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast every morning. Here they could get light breakfast sandwhiches and salads. Coffee and tea's surved along with breakfast. Some even bold enough to order wine.

Riku took his place in line. His face placid, hidding his emotions. His heart was like a vault, locking all his feelings away where only the holder of the combination could see.

The people next to him agrivated his senses terribly. The way they breathed, and talked. The sent of womens perfume and insistent chatter made him want to leave the God forsaken coffee shop however, his need for coffee was stronger.

The line moved up. A woman and her friend was a head of Riku. He waited patiently for his turn. The woman before him had other plans. She was argueing with the man surving her behind the counter.

"I don't want this glazed bread because you made it touch my friends pastrami breakfast sandwhich! I am a devoted vegetarian who has sworn off all meat and anything to do with animals." The women was really worked up. When she spotted sexy Riku she sought him as an ally in her defense. Was she ever wrong. "This hansome gentleman surely agrees with me." At this point everyone looked at Riku expecting a response.

"Moo." Riku said like a cow. His voice completely flat.

"Excuse me?" The woman asked perplexed. She wasn't the only one confused.

"I love eating animals. Quit frankly I feel that if we didn't consume them then they would surely over power us. You people should be bowing down to us conovours. If we didn't eat them, what do you think would happen to your prescious vegtables? You would starve from hunger because all the vegtables would be consumed by the herbivores. The very animals you tried to protect."

The resturant was struck silent. Riku continued, trying to vent his fustration for lack of coffee.

"Further more, you are a complete hypocrite. You say you are a devoted vegetarian and yet you are buying a glazed bun that has a milk product in it. Controdicting yourself even more so by wearing a whoolen sweater and leather boots, both of which materials come from animals."

Riku was pissed. He was now a little more then two hours late for work.

"Now either buy the fucking bread or move to the back of the line before I shove a hamburger down your throat."

Every one stared wide eyes at the beautiful devil standing before them. No one moved until Riku's cool snapped a little and he grounded out a response. "Black. Coffee. Me. Need. Now." He figured if he talked like a barbarian to them they would understand better because it was obvious they were a clan of savages.

By the time Riku got his coffee and left the little Bistro, there wasn't a vegitarian left there.

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Sora woke to the sound of his alarm clock blaring. He reached out a hand and slapped the dumefounded contraption on the head silencing it. A tense sigh escaped him. His muscles were tense and sore all over. The warmth from his bed and blankets gave his protesting muscles some relief. Slowly he flipped himself over onto his back. hissing in slight discomfort. His eyelids gradually opened, his sight focusing on the white cieling of his college dorm room. Once he was aware of the world, Sora sat up and swung his legs over the side of his twin size bed. With his mind focused on his stiff joints, the memory of what happen the day came to him. He slowly remembered the cause of his screaming muscles.

( Flash Back )

Sora had stayed after class time with the counselor, who insisted on a converstation. In Sora's case, the counselor talked and Sora put a paper and pen to good use. The guidence counselor was fed up with Sora's lack of verbal participation in class. He had argued that Sora needed to speak to his fellow students and teachers in order to soak up his learning expirence and fully understand what he was learning at their prestigous college. He also brought up Sora's dream job of being a counselors for foster kids. He once again told Sora flat out that he had no chance of acheving his goal if he didn't 'fix his little problem.'

Sora was use to the same old speach the counselor dished out. It wasn't that he wouldn't talk but that he couldn't. Even though the doctors said there was nothing wrong with him, he hadn't been able the speak for about six years; not sense his tramatic expirience. A dreadful chill raced down his spine at the thought. He quickly put the forbidden thoughts out of mind. Instead, he tried to refocus on what the counselor was saying.

After another thirty minutes of the couselor reassurence and bullshite about trying to set him up with a psychiatrist, Sora was allowed to leave. Honestly, Sora had no idea why every one said a vist to this schools counselor would clear up any of their misgivings, because every time he left from there, he felt worse then when he went in. It made him physically sick when he tried to analize his problems and try to make them seem less traumatic then what they were. How was this so called 'counselor' going to be able to help him, when he himself is fucked up?

Sora walked down the quiet halls of the college he was attending. He thought going off to college would shed some light on his life. He thought getting away from the hell hole known as 'high school', would make his life a little bit easier. When he got to college he quickly realized that college was just a bigger variation of high school and the only difference being that most were able to legally drink and go clubbing. Sora also realized that older kids added with huge amounts of alcohol equalled serious harm to him.

Why was this all dangerous to him? Sora was an open homosexual. He came out of the closet in high school which was the biggest mistake of his life. High school became a complete nightmare. He was tortured verbally and physically by his fellow students. They were merciless and uncaring. Most of them just tormented him because their lives weren't any better. Sora thought that he would be able to escape those mindless groupies while going off to college. But he just ran into the same kind of people.

Sora walked out through the front gate of the college determined to get some good ramen for dinner. The fames Raman joint called "Heaven's noddles", was located a few blocks from the dormitories of his school which made it very convenient. He had stayed there for a while and then walked around downtown. He was so lost in thought that he didn't realize how late it was getting until ge noticed the street lamps come on. With a sigh, Sora started his track back to the dorms.

Just when Sora neared the huge black iron front gates to his college, he noticed a group of boys drinking under the sidewalk lamp. Sora could tell that they were students that belonged to his college by the I.D key cards they wore around their necks. He was apprehensive about walking by them but was to tired to walk into the street and around them so he just kept walking on the sidewalk passing them directly. Just as he was about to slide his picture I.D card into the front gate to open it, one of the five boys behind him spoke up.

"Oi! Oi! You little faggot, I know you hear me. You're that queer that my friend is rooming with right?" The crude boy sneered rather drunkenly.

Sora's heart lept in fear. He tried to ignore the stumbling boy behind him and swip his key card in the lock but his slightly trembling hands were making it hard to do.

"I know you heard me you little drag queen! Don't ignore me or i'll have to show you how a real man uses his third leg." The drunken boy said while advancing on Sora. The drunken boys friend all luaghed at his crude attempt at a joke.

Sora's stomche was in a huge not. He felt like he was going to be sick. Just as he finally managed to unlock the gate, a hand grabbed him from behind violently turning him around and slamming him against the iron bars of the gate.

"Who do you think you are you fucking little fairy? Where are your wings you little prick? What about all the magical dust?" The built drunken boy sneered out. His alchol laced breath smacked Sora in the face like a bat. Sora tried his best not to cringe but he couldn't help it. The men seeing this quickly got pissed. "Don't pretend you don't want me you little fucking slut!"

The man quickly grabbed a hand full of Sora's hair and yanked at it so hard that it brought Sora to his knees in front of the wobbling but strong man. Sora cried out and started to fight back but the mans other friends started to join in and kept pushing Sora down on his knees. Sora's knees and head ached. His neck felt red hot like a vessal was breaking from the man shakeing his head with trmedous force. Tears came to his eyes. Luckily for Sora a protroling officer came by and caught the kids before they could do anything else.

(End Flash back of last night )

Sora heaved himself up and stole a glance at the clock on his nightstand; it read 7:30AM. Class started at 7:00 o'clock making him offically thirty mintues late for class. Sora glanced over at his roomates bed to see it vacant. Once again, his homophobic roomate had tampered with his alarm clock to make him late.

Sora sighed for the tenth time that morning and it wouldn't be his last. He quickly crossed the small dormroom to the bathroom. The blue shag carpet creating a static charge with his socks. Knowing that it was too late to take a shower, Sora decided to just quickly wash his face, brush his teeth, and put on deoderant. As he wiped the cold water from his face, he stared at his reflextion. His hair was natrully spiked, his eyes a heavenly blue, his skin held no blemishes or blothces, he had a womens fram instead of one belonging to a young man of eight-teen.

He sucked up all his anguish and slapped a bright smile on his face. With his brilliant facade in place, he quickly got dressed in black baggy, skater boy, cargo pants and a tight white t-shirt that had a picture of a little blue bunny in a stright-jacket in the middle and underneath read, 'cute and physco things even out.' He quickly slipped on his black converses and as he laced them up he realized that his black nailpolish was chapping away and would need redoing. He quickly grabbed his bookbag and dormroom keys, walked out into the hallway locking the door behind him, and headed for class. Sora never knew what the day had in store for him.

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Riku swearved into the hospital parking lot. He was beyond late at this point. He swore to himself at seeing no parking spaces. Then, at the corner of his eye he spotted a lone empty space amongst the crowded sea of convertables, volvos, and BMW'S. His sharpe vision also picked up the blue sports car driving towards it. He'd be damn if he let that bastard get the parking space before him. With speed that could make a cheater jealous, he floored the gas pedal and speed towards the parking space. The other car was closing in on him. He quickly skidded in front of the other car, slammed on his brakes, and glided into the parking spot like a Nascar pro.

Riku sighed to himself in satisfaction at the thought of being able to piss someone else off that morning. His mood became considerably brighter. If your life sucks, why not make someone elses life worse?

Riku got out of his car and set the alarm. When he turned around he was more then shocked at what he saw. The sports car belonged to a seventy year old lady. She gave him the middle finger along with a sneer of contempt.

"That's a handicap space you fucking moron. Are you blind? Can't you see the sign?"

Riku's right eye started to twitch slightly. Quickly glancing over his shoulder he saw the blue and white handicap sign. He looked back at the old geezer and glared. "I'm not handicap but I would like nothing more then to see your ass walk all the way to the hospitals front enternce. Who knows, maybe you'll do the world a favor by croaking and releaving us of your presence." With that said, Riku turned on his heels and headed for the hospitals front entrence.

Once inside the hospital, Riku scanned his surroundings. He knew his boss Cloud would be on the look out for him and Riku had no intention on being cornered by that flamming power puff. He quickly made his way to the elevators and took one to the seventh floor. He relaxed a little as he headed to his office. So far there was no sign of Cloud, but Riku knew better then to let his guard down. Cloud was known for his surprise attacks and being able to sneak up on people like a ninja. Riku could swear that being gay gave that man some kind of unnatural powers. Cloud could always tell where he was no matter how hard he tried to hide in the vast hospital. He wouldn't be surprised if he saw Riku crawling on the cieling. He always manages to pop-up out of no where.

'Maybe he knows how to use the air vents in the cieling.' Riku thought to himself.

Before Riku could get into his office his front desk secretary called out to him.

"Doctor Papu, you have a meeting with a new patient today. Her name is Rose Pilgram. Her appointment is in ten minutes, she just arrived." The secretary said with a slight blush. She wasn't the only woman employee that had her sights set on Riku. Unfortunatly for her and everyone else, Riku didn't want anything to do with them.

"Give me five minutes to settel in then send her in." Riku said curtly. Just as Riku was about step into his office the secretary stopped him again.

" Also the director of the hosptial is looking for you. He told me to tell you that as soon as you got in to go to his office."

Riku frozed in place. So the lion was inviting the gazelle to his den. Riku would rather carve out his eyes then go to Cloud's office willingly. Not that he was scared of course.

With a sigh, he grabbed his new patients folder from the blushing secretary and finally walked into his office closing the door behind him.

Riku's office was sapcious and well decorated. Stright across the room from the door was a wall made of huge floor to cieling windows with long shades blocking out the sun. A lush navy blue carpet adorn the floor. To the left was a huge dark cherry oak desk which had a black computer and files on it. A comfotable, black, leather, swivel chair behind it. A large wooden fileing cabnet was against the wall to the left side of the desk. Two posh chairs were placed in front of Riku's desk for patients. To the right of the room from the entrence against the wall was a book shelf with many books and volumes on it. There was also a black leather coach and Asian silk sitting pillows. A mini refrigerator beside the left corner.

Riku walked over to his desk and took a seat behind it. Today just wasn't his day. One bad thing after another kept happening. He rubbed his hands over his face. A slight knocking at his door caught his attention.

"Enter." Riku called out.

In walked in a smiling seventy old lady. To Riku's slight horror and amusement he realized it was the lady from the parking lot.

As soon as the old lady recognized Riku, her smile turned upside down and her brown eyes narrowed. "Well, well. Lookie here, it's Mr. Wonderful. If I had a cane I'd throw it at you." The old lady, now known as Rose Pilgram, said while closing the door behind her but not moving from her spot.

"I see that that walk didn't dampen your spirits. It would seem that you are more strong willed then I gave you credit for." Riku shot back with his ever present unexpressional facade in place.

Rose just smirked and slowly walked over to one of the chairs in front of Riku's desk and took a seat. "You got spunk young one, i'll give you that. I don't think i'll switch doctors. Maybe you'll intertain me doc."

"Joy." Riku replied sarcastically. Even so, slight grin dared to tug at the corner of his lips. "Well lets get down to business." Riku said with a little less scorn. Rose had that kind of affect on people.

Riku asked Rose numerous questions trying to get as much information about her previous hospital so he could transfer her over to this hospital.

Half way through Riku's questioning, the intercome sounded from his secretary. Riku apologised to Rose and picked up the phone.

"Yes, Gilma?"

"Sorry to interupt Mr. Papu, but the head of the hospital is on his way here and you told me to warn you if I ever knew he was coming so-"

Riku didn't let her finish her sentence before slamming the phone down on its craddle.

This.Was.Not.Good.

Riku needed to escape, and he needed to escape now. But what about Rose? Riku glanced at the old women who just smiled a mocking smile and shock her head.

"Hid under the desk." Rode said with a chuckle.

Riku stared at her dumefounded. "Huh? What?"

"I know a look of panic when I see one. Hid under your desk and I will get rid of your persuer." Rose repeated.

Riku was about to object when a knock came at his office door. He dove under the desk. He made it just in time before the door swung open to reveal a sex god.

Cloud is an extremly handsome man. His blond hair perfactly layered and spiked in the right places. His build was incredible. Wide shoulders, bulging biceps, rippling abs under his white professional button-up t-shirt, a narrow waist, a tone ass that was hugged by black dress slacks, and green eyes that could make anyone green with envey. He belonged solely to the male population, women be damned.

"Hello. Sorry to interupt but I am looking for doctor Papu, Is he here?" Clouds velvity voice rang out as he scanned the office like a hawk looking for a mouse.

"Oh, doctor Papu just stepped out a moment ago to pick up my records." Rose said, slipping right into her sweet old lady facade. Rose didn't knowtist Cloud take a glance at the 'records' on Riku's desk. He just smiled excused himself.

Once Riku was sure the coast was clear he stood up and sat back down in his chair. "Just so things are clear, I was not hiding." Riku said while staring at Rose.

"Of course not." Rose answered back as if Riku was a two year old.

Rose stayed for a few more minutes then left after scheduling another appointment. Riku sighed. It was only three in the afternoon and he wanted to head home, surround himself in darkness, and go to sleep. Deciding he need more coffee to wake himself up, Riku left his office and took the elevator down stares and walked to the cafeteria. All the while he kept an eye out for Cloud.

Just as Riku was about to enter the cafeteria, someone in a wheel chair ran his foot over and just kept on rolling without apologising.

That. Just. Pissed. Him. Off.

In two strides Riku caught up with the run away wheelchair; grabbed the handle and spun the person around.

"What the fuck?" The boy in the wheelchair yelled. He looked about seventeen years sixteen years old.

"You ran my foot over." Riku said. Once again his right eyebrow was twitching from all his concealed stress.

"And?" The teen asked in agrivation.

"Listen to me you little rodent. If you don't apologise right now i'm going to write a letter to congress to ban the use of wheelchairs to teens without a wheelchair license." Riku siad, never losing his composure.

The boy gulped nervously. "Sor-sorry dued."

"Good. Now get." Riku said before walking into the cafeteria.

Riku quickly made himself a cup of black coffee and walked up to the cashier. She tried flurting with him but he quickly cut her off.

"Bat you eyes at me one more time and i'll stab you in the eye with a straw."

The girl didn't utter another word.

Coming out of the cefeteria, Riku saw the boy in the wheelchair being repremanded by a nurse.

"Danny, how many times have I told you not to play in that wheelchair? Get out of it right now." The nurse said while yanking the teen to his feet.

The tick in Riku's right eyebrow came back with a vengeance.

Riku took the elevator back up to the seventh floor and walked quickly to his office. Gilma tried to tell him something but Riku just walked into his office and slammed the door in her face. Just when he thought he was safe, he tensed back up when he heard someone call his name from behind him. Turning around sharply, he saw Cloud sitting on his leather coach.

"I've been looking for you all day Riku." Cloud said with his eyes narrowing. Hunger and lust flashed in his green depths. "You haven't been trying to hide have you?"

Riku recovered from his shock and narrowed his eyes at Cloud. There was no way he was going to be harassed by a flamming power puff. Who the hell did this guy think he is? "Can I help you Cloud?" Riku asked while walking over to his minni fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. He took a swig and then turned back to look at Cloud. Riku was more then surprised to see Cloud no longer sitting on the couch but standing directly behind him.

"There are many things I need help with. I am sure you could help with most of them." Cloud said, whispering in Riku's ear. His arms came up to wrap around his waist tightly. His lips brushing against his neck.

Must. Kill. Now.

Faster then the speed of light, Riku turned around and with a right hook, punched Cloud square in the face. "Don't ever touch me again you fucking flying fairy." Riku turned around and starting walking to his desk to grab the phone and call for assisstence. Cloud wasn't ready to give up just yet. He rushed towards Riku and pushed him down ontop of the desk. "I know you want me Riku. Just give in and I promise to make it pleasurable for both of us."

"You sick fuck. Nothing will give me more pleasure then doing this-." Riku kneed Cloud with all his might between the legs. Cloud let lose a howl of pain. By now Gilma heard the scuffle going on and called for security.

This was not Riku's day.

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Sora's day didn't improve, if anything the day gradually got worse. It was getting increasingly hard to keep his smiling facade on. The teacher he had for first class refused to let him enter the class because he was late. Sora pleaded with her; today was a mark exam and he couldn't afford to miss it. Unfortunately, the women was like Adolf Hitler and wouldn't give him a break.

His second period wasn't any better. This class had assigned seats. When Sora got to his seat he knowtist the word 'faggot' and 'queer' was tagged all over it. White-out was pourd all of the seat in hopes of messing up his pants. When the professor told Sora to take a seat and he replied that he couldn't, the professor told him to either take a seat or get out. Of course Sora tried to explain that there was white stuff on the chair and that it would get all over his pants if he sat.

The professor simply replied, "I'm sure you are use to all kinds of disgusting white stuff decorating you, you are after all, one of them."

Sora just smiled and gave the teacher the two middle finger salute before walking out of the class.

Sora had sat out on the campus grounds under a tree waiting for his next class to start. When he was sure no one was around, he allowed his facade to slip away showing a tierd, depressed boy. Sora didn't know whether to curse God or himself. Was it Gods fualt for his lack of desire towards women? He would give anything to desire one, anything was better then this hell he was living in. But being gay was not a choice. When he looked at a women he don't feel anything. He tried, but it was like a stright girl looking at another girl, you feel nothing. He always had these feelings. He to tried like girls. He did every thing imaginable to try and get himself attracted to them. It didn't work.

Snapping himself out of his depressed thoughts, Sora stood up and walked to his next class. As he walked into the building and towards his classroom, Sora heard someone saying something from behind him. He paid no mind to it but finally the group of boys caught up with him.

"Hey faggot, I'm talking to you. You are the little prick that got us in trouble." The stranger said.

Sora turned around and was shocked to see the boy who jumped him last night. "I got you in trouble? You guys should be in jail for what you tried to do! If it wasn't for this school being so fucking homophobic, you would have been." Sora was feed up with these assholes. Today was not his day.

"What did you say you little cock sucker?!"

Before the boy and his friends could do anything a professor from a class near by came out and asked what was going on. Sora used the time to get safely into his own class. Sighing to himself, Sora walked over to an empty desk and sat down. He was greatful that the scene in the hall didn't esculate to something far more worse. Verbal abuse he could deal with; although it still hurt, however, physical violence wasn't fun either.

The teacher, Mr Leon, called the class into order. This was the only class Sora liked. Leon was extremely nice to him and prevented anyone in his class from picking on him. Like Sora, Leon was gay. The difference between the two is that students and teachers didn't really give him any greif. Sora thought it was because they feared what Leon would do to them if they even thought about messing with him. He was built and very strong. Before becoming a teacher he was a national champion heavy weight boxer. He won the world title twice. He is also a black belt in martial arts.

Leon waved to Sora and then began class. Sora smiled slightly to himself. If his other classes were like this one he wouldn't mind coming to class every day. But sadly, the world is full of small minded people.

The class went smoothly for the most part. One kid tried to shoot a spit-ball at Sora and Leon saw it happen. Leon stopped writing on the black board, turned around quickly and threw a piece of chalk; hitting the kid right between the eyes. The kid fell off his seat with a howl of pain. Leon told him to get the fuck out of his classroom and never return.

Sora's schedual was only half a day, so when Leon class was over he was free to do what ever he wanted. Unfortunately for Sora, he had to go to work. He worked at a gaming store that also sold anime and manga. It was an easy job but some times, days like this, Sora just felt like going back to his room to crawl under his blanket and sleep the rest of the day away.

Sora walked across the campus lawn twords the entrence gate. He was busy digging in his bookbag for his student I.D card, causing him to bump into someone. Sora lifted his head to apologise to the stranger but when his eyes made contact with the person he bumped into, a chill of dread raced down his spine. It was the asshole and his gang again.

"Well, if it isn't the fudge packer. Are you following me you little bastard?" The man sneered.

Sora tried to walk around the group of baboons.

"Where you going hot stuff? Don't you want to play with us jocks? You little piece of shit."

Sora could hold his own in a fight that was one on one, but fighting a group of guys that were on the varsity football team was plain suicide. These guys were use to 250 pound line backers slamming into them, Sora couldn't compete with that. He looked around to see if there was anyone that could help him. He knew it was fruitsless, no one would help him for fear of getting on these assholes bad side. Things were looking bad.

Without warning the group grabbed hold of Sora and pulled him into the bushes on the side of the dorm building. Sora kicked, scratched, bit, anyone he could. Fear was creeping into his gut. Would no one help him? His back was slammed down on the dirt, the wind knocked out of him. His hazy vision noticed that he was in a little clearing surrounded by trees. No one passing by would know he was there unless he screamed, which he couldn't.

"Should we gag him?" One of the assholes said.

"No need. He can't talk. The little fairy won't be able to make a scream." Sneered another one.

"Lets fuck him up. The little queer deserves anything we can give him."

The leader of the group, the asshole that always starts things, told the other four to each grab hold of Sora's arms and legs; pinning him down. Tears came to Sora's eyes making tracks down his dirt covered face. His mouth hung open, trying to make some kind of sound but nothing would exscape except gusts of air. The leader ripped Sora's shirt off with a pocket knife. The blade lightly scratched his chest causing a thin line of blood to appear. His shoes and socks followed. His pants and underwear was viciously torn away leaving him bare to the world.

"Geez, would you look at this. This guys built like a chick. Maybe we should tie him to a tree and give it to him." One of the guys holding Sora's arm down said with a slight luagh. "I bet the little queer would like that."

The leader sneered at Sora. "No, the little faggot might like that too much. Lets just beat his ass up."

As the others held Sora down, the leader began his assualt. His first punch was directed at Sora's left thigh. Pain seared though Sora like never before. The force of the blow made his leg wacks against the ground. A sharp rock in the ground cut the underside of his thigh. His other leg recieved the same treatment. The other decided to join in while still holding him down. They punched at his arms and pulled at his hair. This torment felt like ages to Sora but in reality it only lasted ten minutes. The learder threw a punch at Sora's bare chest. A craking sound echoded through the clearing. The boys luaghter stopped when a hoarse scream that sound like a wild animal being tortured, ripped from Sora's lips.

"Jesus, what the hell did you do to him? I think you broke one of his ribs." One of the boys said, quickly letting go of Sora and standing up.

"This isn't funny any more guys. I'm out of here." Another one said in panic. Sora was now cuaghing up a little blood.

"Let's go man." The first one spoke again to the leader. The leader nodded his head and picked up Sora's clothes taking them with him. They left Sora withering in pain on the ground, naked.

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TBC

Well let me know if you guys are interested in read more. I didn't re-read this so there are typos in it. Gomen. Please review, thank you.