Shooting Star

A/N: Ok, so please just bear with me. If you’re reading my other fic ‘The New Me’ I intend to update it soon. I just, I read this Angsty Yaoi Manga, and I like angst. I do, but my other story isn’t angst. If I don’t write this, my happy little shonen-ai’s gonna end all ANGST! And who wants that?


DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the characters. Nor do I make any money off of them. The characters are property of their respective creators/companies.
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It always seemed like it was raining around here. But then again, it could be sunny, and you’d never know in the Slums. It was always gloomy, dark, a little dangerous; whether you were avoiding tugs, or the random leaks and breaks that came down from the plate, life down here was one day at a time.

It wasn’t supposed to be, with a name like Destiny Island, you’d think this city was a paradise, and it was if you lived in the world above. A beautiful city lingering among the heavens, its appearance from the distance gave it the illusion of an island metropolis hovering about the ground, which is how it gained its grandiose name. But if you live in the slums, you knew different. Down here it was hell, literally.

You were cheated out of your money for every expense, what you did keep was in constant threat of being stolen. Your house was only your own if you could fend off beguilers, squatters, and rift-raft that wanted to take it from you, deeds meant nothing. If you had no home and no money, you had the option of death, becoming one of the many deviants, or working for a pimp. Not that that was safe either, everyday, someone was killed by their whore or a whore killed.

“Just look today,” a black glove picked up a discarded paper on the street, “Man found dead…autopsy shows he was forced to eat his…” he threw the paper away. “I need some good news for mom.” Sea-green eyes looked up at the bottom of the plate, “I guess I could lie and say that they found out the rain form the plate really is water…”

Riku shook his head wondering what was rebounding off his umbrella. He hated the slums. But it was wear he lived, went to school, played, and wished for more. So much more; his mother used to live on the plate before moving down here to work for the social programs designed to help the people that lived here. All she wanted was to improve life down here, make things better. And what happened? Instead they gave her him and her illness.

Riku reached into his pocket to check one more time to be sure he still had the bottle of pills he had to pick up form the drug store. ‘They’re probably crap. But she thinks it helps.’ He looked both ways at an intersection before darting across the road.

He still had five blocks to cover before he was home. But if he could help it he wouldn’t take the streets. He turned and headed in the opposite direction of his house, not far from the street there was an abandoned building. It made for a great short-cut home. The building had several little bridges, and archways that connected it to a couple of other block size buildings. His mom told him when he was little it used to be the hospital she worked at, even the one where he was born.

He walked around the back of the abandoned building, double checking to make sure no one was around, before forcing his way inside.

The building kind of looked like a hospital, Riku had only ever been in one once, when his mother first became bedridden. He stepped over a few overturned beds, some shelves, and made his way around a desk. The trek through here was easy, no one was around, so you never had to worry about running into other people, thugs, or-

He stopped walking and listened. He swore he heard a loud crash just now.

‘No way, no ones ever in here…’ He looked around, moving his silver locks out of the way of his eyes. ‘It has to be a cat,’ he started walking again. ‘Or maybe a dog.’

But there was another loud crash, and this time a scream. Riku stopped in his tracks. ‘If I just keep on my way, I’ll be fine…’ He kept walking, hoping the noise would become more distant, but luck wasn’t with him today. With ever step he took toward his destination, the louder and louder the commotion became.

‘WHY!’ he screamed in his head, ‘Why this way, can’t you attack people somewhere else.’ He finally stopped, the screaming was so loud, it was as if the person where there in the room with him. They weren’t screaming anything intelligible, other than ‘Help’ and ‘Leave’. But now he could hear other people screaming too, obviously they were chasing the other voice. Riku leaned up against a wall, he had made his way to the final little bridge into the last building. After this, he should be home. But he decided to sit and wait for the voices to settle down.

‘Three guys?” he asked himself as he listened to the people shouting in the distance. “Maybe on female…” Riku took his mother’s pills out and examined them. There were only ten in the little orange bottle. Ten little white pills. “They’re chasing a boy…” Riku sighed and shook his head. This is why he hated the slums the most, nothing mattered to the people around here. Male, female, kid, adult, cat, dog! It was terrible…he looked around the hospital’s vacant walls, still listening to the fading sound of the voices.

“If the people that run the slums weren’t such a gang of thugs…Mom would have made this place work…” Riku sighed again and sat up. He couldn’t hear people shouting anymore, so he was sure that whom ever it was had been caught or had made their escape.

“Either way,” he started over the bridge, “I better get going.”

It wasn’t until he was bout half way across that he realized, something was wrong. He couldn’t quite tell what, but he could feel it. Like that eerie feeling you get when someone’s watching you...or when you know something’s about to happen. Riku sopped walking and looked behind him. His eyes scanned the corridor carefully. As nothing came he felt himself breathe harder, at times holding in his breath for an extra few seconds before releasing it. His mouth ran dry from the anticipation, he knew, he was sure of it. But it never came. He found himself staring out into the darkness of an abandoned building for five minutes, before finally his stomach told him that if he didn’t move, it was going to hurl.

He shook his head and turned on his heels, “Nothing ,but-” he turned around, it finally came, a little late but it came.

It came fast, running like crazy. It carried a bag over its shoulder, had on a white trench coat, yellow zip up boots, wore a red dress, blue belt, white gloves, and a necklace. Light brown hair falling over its face and down its back, Riku looked into the blue eyes charging at him. The person they belonged to was in his mind cute and could suddenly understand why they had pursuers. He motioned like he as going to say something, but his action was ignored as they ran past. Riku started turn around a little annoyed, but stopped when he heard more foot steps.

Out of the darkness sprung three men, all running like mad. Riku only had to catch a quick glance of them before he turned tail and followed the white coat disappearing up a head of him.

Who ever they were, they weren’t too fast. Riku caught up with the runner in a few quick strides. “Great ! Just Great!” The other runner turned to look at him as they rounded a corner. “I mean, I always wanted to be gangbanged in a hospital.”

“Really?” Riku looked blinked, surprised to get a response, “Well then, stop running. Buy me some time would you?” They turned their head and winked at him before turning left at a dead end hallway. Riku watched them and contemplated going right to possibly get back to his exit….

After having split from the silver haired boy, the owner of the trench coat found themselves running down a hall of offices. They ducked into the first open one the found.

He couldn’t help but feel a little panicked. He had always been told not to go down to the slums, but this was insane! And them of all people, “It’s like Ansem knew I was planning to ditch…”

He looked around the room before finding a window, at once he began trying to open it. It was rusted shut. “For the love of God…” he rest his head on his window.

“Oh, Sora, look what you’ve done…well, even if I die, I’ve give everyone good reason to teach those Heartless bastards a lesson.”

“Who says you’re going to die?” Sora spun around to see one of his pursuers standing in the door way, but he wasn’t much. Shadow was by far, the most pathetic member of Ansem’s gang. He was a scrawny effeminate looking young man with long black hair pulled back into to crimped ponytails; he wore an entirely black outfit, except the inside of his jacket was white. He had dark skin, completely flawless except for the tattoo of the gang’s symbol on his neck. Where he should have had dark eyes, but he wore cosmetic contacts making his pupils appear a deep glowing yellow, which in Sora’s opinion was tacky.

Sora smirked, “Did I say die? Sorry about that, I though I was in real danger. But if it’s just you I’ll be on my way.”

Shadow slammed the door, “No way kid, you’re just the break I’ve been looking for.”

“Really? Life’s gotten that bad for you down here that you have to pick on teenagers to get some respect?” Sora shook his head and smirked even more. “You really do suck at life, don’t cha’?”

“We’ll see who sucks what.” Shadow jumped across the room at Sora, who ducked and ran for the door. Just as he put his hand on the handle it flew open. He backed up and frowned when he got a look at the two men in the door way.

One was tall and lanky, similar Shadow’s build but without the effeminate air to his looks. He had short dirty grey looking hair, and eyes so pale they almost appeared solid white in the dim lighting. He wore a long sleeve blue shirt, black pants and black shoes. The other was shirtless, he wore red baggy jeans with a few wallet chains wrapped around them here and there. He had slightly tanned skin, tight with muscles, and pulsing veins; his black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, allowing you to get a clear look at his brown eyes. On his chest and the other’s hand was the same symbol that was on Shadow’s neck. A blackheart crisscrossed with red thorns leading down to a three pronged arrow.

“Soilder, Body, you guys finally got here!” Shadow picked himself up off the floor

The grey haired boy chuckled, “That’s the only good thing about you, Shadow. You’re fast. Other wise you’re useless.”

“Heh, yea, but thanks for keeping the kid busy,” the larger of the two reached out for Sora.

“Now then, if you’d just come with us…”

Sora backed up to a free space on the wall. Shadow walked up to him from the right and Solider from the left. The two smiled at each other before rushing at the cornered teenager. Sora dove forward, ducking under his two attackers, and rushed the door. He figured he cold easily slip between Body’s two legs, and he would have made it, if not for his coat.

The large muscular boy grabbed the end of Sora’s coat and used it to forcefully drag him back into the room. The force of the pull caused Sora to sprawl out on the floor. He lay there for a moment before struggling to get up. The two thinner boys grabbed his legs and wrist, and forced him back down.

“Get off me!”

“Hey,” Shadow looked around, “How big a reward do you think we’ll get for catching him?”

“Rewards, rewards…Is that all you think about?” Solider slammed down on Sora’s ankles to stop him from kicking. “Who cares what Ansem will give us, I’m more concerned in what he can give us.”

“I love that brain of yours,” Body knelt down over Sora’s stomach, and smiled down at him. “But we have to be sure to leave enough for the boss.”

Sora stopped struggling as soon as the largest boy began to loom over him. Up until now, he had figured he always had a way out of this situation, but it suddenly occurred to him, that what he thought was happening, and what was coming were two totally different things. Sine the moment he started running from these three, all he could think of was being beat up, kidnapped, and held hostage for weeks on end. But this? Why this? What made them think they could gain anything form him by misusing his body.

Sora remained motionless, thinking, maybe he was wrong. If he just lay her long enough, Body would bring his fist crashing down into Sora’s face. But that’s not what happened. He leaned forward and brought his face up Sora’s. He lingered there for a moment before bringing his lips crashing down onto his. He wasn’t gentle; Body pressed there mouths together with such intensity that the back of Sora’s lips grazed against his teeth. The large boy kept this up for a few moments, before using his teeth to seize Sora’s bottom lip and viciously began drawing blood.

At this Sora cried out, although it was muffled, and began kicking and shifting his body. Solider, took Sora’s ankles into each hand and pushed back against him. He brought the boys legs up and apart to restrain his movement further, but also to get a look at what he was wearing under the dress.

“Please,” Shadow smirked ass he looked over Body’s back and into Soldier’s smug expression, “Tell me he’s not wearing panties under that thing.”

Solider smiled and acted like he was going to say something, but he never got it out. Just as he opened his mouth, a glass jar slammed into the back of his head. He seemed stunned for a moment, before releasing Sora to touch the back of his head.

A bloody mess.

Body sat up as the third boy fell over; Shadow still clung to Sora’s writs as the all turned their heads toward the door. And it was there that they saw a very shocked silver haired young man. His yellow shirt peaking through his black rain coat, sea-green eye wide in amazement that he had such good aim and horror that he wasn’t running.

“Who the hell’s that!?” Shadow looked angry.

“Don’t know,” the other boy stood up, “Bt were going to find out.”

Sora bit his bleeding bottom lip, and sent his leg flying up into the crouch of the boy now standing over him. And while he was temporarily stunned by the sudden shock to the groin, Sora cried a quick ‘Run!’.

Riku didn’t have to hear it twice, he turned on his heals and ran.

This was why he hated the slums the most, the Heartless gang was always causing him trouble.

A/N, P.S.: No updates on this soon, as I’m not too sure where its going, despite the summary, and most likely more pairings in chapters to come…