Text Twisted(WARNING NSFW)

[ktscott11 10]

AN: Allow me to say, before we start, that this isn't usually what I write. I can be dramatic, yes, but not on this level of torture, depression, and sadism. I would just like to let you know what the heck you're getting into: gore, mild rape, and the breaking down of one of the peppiness characters ever. Oh yes, and KH3D spoilers GASP.

 

PLEASE don't read if you aren't into dark writings. So now, we begin, and don't let the beginning fool you.

 

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Sora yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as they adjusted to the comfortably dim light of Travserse Town. Wow Meow, his very first Dream Eater, purred behind him as it began to stir.

 

"Good morning!" He yawned again "Time for a brand new day of training!"

 

Wow Meow made an annoyed little whine. Sora laughed, and buried his face in his friends fur "Oh come on! It'll be fun! Think of all the good dreams we'll send!" Wow Meow started licking Sora's face, the teenager giggling "Alright! Alright!"

 

He shifted over, lying on his stomach with his palms pressed against the ground "Okay, push-ups first!"

 

Wow Meow had its legs splayed out, still yawning slightly.

 

Sora then pushed up, then dropped into a perfect push-up "ONE!"

 

Wow Meow lifted its stubby legs in perfect synch. Things continued like that, until Sora exclaimed "FIFTY!" and sat back. He leaned back on his arms despite thei burning protests, and took large, winded breaths.

 

After resting only a moment he went through the rest of his routine: 50 squats, one minute in the plank position, 100 jumping jacks...

 

There was NO WAY he was going to fail the Mark of Mastery exam again. He couldn't stand facing that failure for a second time. What if he took it with someone else? Kairi? Axel?- no, it's Lea now, he reminded himself.

 

He flopped onto the ground, giving himself a quick break. Wow Meow flopped onto him, whining and licking his cheek.

 

"S-stop it!" He weakly protested "Wow Meow! STOP!"

 

It stopped, but barked worriedly. Sora sighed and sat up, cuddling the cat-like creature "Hey, everything's okay..." He scratched it between the ears, a spot he learned many a Spirit loved. Wow Meow purred briefly before whining again, and lightly trying to push him down. Sora squeezed the Dream Eater like a teddy bear, saying "Don't worry! I'm not over-exerting myself."

 

He then set Wow Meow down as he got into a handstand. He had been meaning to add another excercise to his routine, VERTICAL push-ups. As he began pumping his arms, Wow Meow squealed so loud his Aura Lion nearby growled at it in annoyance.

 

"I... Don't... Know... What's... The big... Deal!" Sora grunted, trying not to let the vibrant and disorienting colors of his Spirits make him nauseous. Four more later he collasped onto his back, huffing and puffing. He soon noted all the Dream Eaters gathering around him, worriedly making noises. He conceded, sighing "I guess.... T-ten... Is... Good.... Enough..."

 

The Dream Eaters relaxed, but then grew worried again when Sora added "For now..."

 

Honestly, the whole sky was spinning, he couldn't get enough breath, his throat felt so dry. A Tama Sheep rubbed his face, baa-ing gently and fretfully. He rubbed its soft, cloud-like wool, chuckling "Hey, things.... Things will be alright..."

 

Sora suddenly bolted up, startling several Dream Eaters.

 

Someone was watching from the shadows. He had heard a chuckle, a footstep, a gentle swish. He stood, but ended up leaning on a Pegaslick for support. He was too tired to stand on his own. A Me Me Bunny hopped over, but he sternly said "I'm fine."

 

He looked up, noting a Halbird crying out above. Yep. Someone was deifinitely there.

 

A Keeba Tiger prowled in front of Sora, growling at a shadowed alleyway. Sora got off of the Pegaslick, hobbling over, summoning his Keyblade, and calling out hoarsely "WHO'S THERE?!"

 

He felt a slight tug at his pants, and looked down to find Wow Meow tugging for him to rest. Sora knelt down and gently pulled it off "I can handle myself." It flopped back, whining.

 

Sora meanwhile stepped beyond the safe border provided by the Keeba Tiger, yelling again "WHO'S THERE?!" A loud roar caused him to flinch, and he whirled around to find a Tyranto Rex storming at him angrily.

 

Sora held up the Kingdom Key, and the Spirit halted in its tracks.

 

"STAY." Sora commanded all of them.

 

They then reluctantly backed down, and Sora moved forward again "I said, who's-AGGGH!"

 

A cold blue beam shot out of the shadows and wrapped itself skillfully around Sora's neck. Half a second later shocks racked his weakened body, and he collasped while the Dream Eaters squealed in worry and outrage.

 

Sora felt a hand grab his wrist, and the world faded to black.

 

...

 

He didn't know how much time passed while unconscious. Hours. Days. Same difference. But he finally awoke and age later, and murmured sleepily "huh...?" He tried to rub his eyes, but was granted the welcoming feeling of coarse rope keeping his hands behind this back. His ankles were tied to the legs of his chair, and soon adrenaline started pumping.

 

"Huh?! W-WHO DID THIS?!"

 

He froze upon hearing an all-too-familiar click "We did, tiger."

 

He turned his head, eyes widening at the Arrowgun pointed straight at his head. He then glowered defiantly, as if he was trying to erase the fear he held moments earlier

 

"Xigbar."

 

The elder man laughed, setting aside the gun while the other rested on his shoulder "Oh, so you remember me? How sweet." His single golden eye glinted with mischievous delight.

 

He began pacing, Sora watching every move "We still have plans for a Thirteenth member in our darkness." He stopped, grinning wide and causing the scars across his face to stretch and morph "You willing to accept an invitation?"

 

Sora strained against his bonds, hissing "NEVER."

 

Xigbar laughed, walking again "Oh please, you'll be begging to join when we're through with you."

 

Sora heard a readying click behind him again, and braced for the worst.

 

He jerked slightly and gasped in pain as a bolt went straight through his hands. He felt white-hot tears gather, but he stubbornly wiped them away on his jacket. Xigbar laughed "Oh, little kiddy gonna cry?"

 

"Shut up." Sora growled. He was starting to dislike the queasy feeling of blood gathering in his gloves.

 

"Come on, this is just the tip of the iceberg. If you're crying now, you'll be screaming later." Xigbar grabbed Sora's chin "Just a little darkness, that's all we ask."

 

Sora clamped down on Xigbar's hand, the man jerking it away with a pained cry "OW! You little-"

 

"Xigbar, you obviously have no clue how to handle this situation." Came a low, flat, bored drawl. Sora's chair scooted across the floor as he yelled "YOU!"

 

Xehanort the younger had walked in, skin still a caramel tan, eyes golden like Xigbar's, but far more cold and malicious. He shook his head lightly, white, slicked back hair swaying lightly behind him "You're going to get nowhere with this."

 

Xigbar pouted, still rubbing his hand "Stupid kid bit me."

 

"Yes, because there are RULES to this art." Xehanort sighed.

 

"No one told me that."

 

Xehanort's cold voice became hotter with anger "Begone you imbecile! Now, before I lose my temper!"

 

Xigbar rolled his eyes, but left anyways. He muttered about being ordered around by a child, but soon even his footsteps were gone. Xehanort turned back to Sora.

 

The mortal enemies stared at each other for several minutes, each taking in signs of weakness, signs of anything they could exploit.

 

Xehanort raised his hand, and snapped his fingers. The ropes around Sora's hands slithered aside, latching themselves onto the floor. "I am going to ask you, which would you rather have: your arms, or your life?"

 

Sora laughed mockingly "What life?! The darkness, the way YOU'RE using it, isn't any life at all- AHHHH!!!!!"

 

He was cut off as the ropes began pulling on their own, inducing sickening cracks as his shoulders, elbows, and wrists dislocated. His hands, still held by a single bolt, suddenly sliced through it like butter. They stopped after awhile, leaving Sora to pant as flames of pain rushed along his arms. The agony was almost at his breaking point. He took shaky breaths, gently leaning his head back to keep Xehanort from seeing any sign of weakness, and to very carefully try and put his shoulders back into place.

 

A cold hand ran down his exposed neck, and in surprise Sora's head shot right back up-

 

And he ended up crashing his lips into Xehanort's.

 

Instantly he tried pulling away, making all sorts of displeased noises, but Xehanort grabbed the back of his hair and forced him in. His first kiss was being shared with a monster he had no love in his heart for, and that made him FURIOUS. He struggled as much as he could, but soon found there were a few guilty pleasures in this horrid act as Xehanort ignored every sense of the words "personal space". He HATED this, the hand forcing him to stay in this submissive place, the other exploring everywhere, the fact the cruelest person he knew was causing him to react in ways he never had.

 

But something inside of him wanted more of this. A continuation. He didn't know if it was curiosity or desire, but it scared him.

 

Xehanort suddenly backed away, yanking Sora's head back. Sora grunted as his arms inflamed in pain again, but then softly gasped and shuddered as kisses were tenderly placed on his collarbone. He felt a hand massaging his leg, not liking its steady, upward creep.

 

But then he took opprotunity, and managed to ram his broken shoulder into Xehanort in an attempt to get him off. He winced as Xehanort yanked at his hair-

 

He froze as he heard an unzipping noise. He glanced fearfully at Xehanort, finding the young man's expression, not to be its usual flatness, but full of triumph.

 

"No...!" He whispered pleadingly, shaking his head quickly "No! please!"

 

"Oh? Did I do something you're actually aware of, you naive little boy?" He chuckled darkly.

 

"No! No no no no no! PLEASE!" Sora cried desperately.

 

Xehanort leaned in, and kissed Sora again while re-zipping his pants, then slowly backed away with a full expression of success and victory.

 

Sora sank back, relieved but finding tears to fall without any consent.

 

"Now you know, my dear, dearest little Sora," Xehanort crooned "How to injure a heart to its fullest. You bring them over the edge, and yank them back right as they fall."

 

Sora only half-listened, too scared, too pained. He yelped when Xehanort traced his cheek, asking plainly "Pain, or pleasure?"

 

"W-what?!"

 

Xehanort rolled his eyes, as if not believing how slow Sora was "I'm giving you a choice, you ignorant boy: pain or pleasure?"

 

"T-that's nice..." Sora said softly. Xehanort laughed "It's as nice as we'll be. So, what's your choice? Pain," Sora gasped for air as his throat was suddenly strangled "or pleasure?" He then felt the other hand on his leg again.

 

he finally put two and two together, and screamed "Pain! I chose pain!"

 

Xehanort sighed disappointedly, but relinquished his grip and turned to leave "Then wait here for your choice." He stopped in the doorway, then said unnervingly "I hope you realize how you made a horrible decision."

 

And Sora was alone. He shuddered, still feeling mental and physical anguish. What did he do to deserve this? He tried summoning his Keyblade to escape, but the moment the warm metal touched his broken hands he cried out in agony, and his only hope of survival vanished into light.

 

Suddenly, his head was yanked back, and a sweet tasting cordial was shoved down his throat. The light burning sensation all over made him sigh in relief: a Hi-Potion! Someone had finally come to save him-

 

His eyes widened in horror as he found himself staring at the icy calm, slightly scarred face of the Lunar Divener himself, Saïx.

 

The man sighed "Oh please, quit acting so broken." He took the empty bottle out of Sora's mouth and tossed it away "I haven't even started yet."

 

Sora leaned forward, fervently trying to undo his ropes-

 

He felt a boot shove him, chair and all, into the floor, his face skidding painfully along it.

 

"You are such a brat." Saïx spat, but his voice remained as jarringly even and calm as it had always been. He saw Saïx's boot, but didn't comment: his bonds were finally loosening. He struggled with the rope, trying to make a hand-sized loop-

 

The chair splintered as Saïx's claymore slammed into it and Sora.

 

Pro: only my hands are tied.

 

Con: MY HANDS ARE TIED AND THERE'S A BERSERKING PSYCHOPATH IN THE SAME ROOM.

 

Another blow quickly smacked Sora to the other side of the room, and as he tried recooperating Saïx yanked him up by his hair "I am NOT letting you get away that easily, Sora, Roxas...Ventus."

 

Sora suddenly blue-screened. He was familliar with being called Roxas, but VENTUS? The name had an uncanny resemblance to Ven, a name he had been called in the ruins of The World That Never Was. Ven had been a gentle call: Ventus was a commanding scream. He realized had been called that name before-

 

He was suddenly brought out of his blue screen of death by something sharp impaling his arm against the wall. He screamed, trying to get away from the pain but only making it worse. "Just like some feral creature." Saïx noted "How pathetic." He then backed away, summoning his claymore and patiently waiting.

 

"What..." Sora gasped, clutching his arm while trying to pull out the firmly stuck knife "what are you doing?"

 

Saïx's claymore glinted cruelly "Wating for a fight."

 

"A FIGHT?!" Sora shrieked at him. He then ripped out the knife and bared it with his fury "FINE! YOU'RE GONNA REGRET IT!!!" He charged, swung, but was blocked- Quick as a flash, the same claymore that blocked him tossed him away easily. By the time Sora looked up again, it was too late.

 

There was a bloodcurdling, agonized scream as Saïx's claymore ripped across Sora's eyes.

 

Sora collasped, the knife clattering to the floor as his hands clutched his bloodied face uselessly. His senses were all drowned out to the deafening pain: eyes broken, ears filled with his own wail of torment, feeling nothing but blood on his skin, the metallic taste filling his mouth, and a horrid smell he couldn't describe.

 

He felt Saïx lift him by his cut arm, and he grabbed the hand sobbing "I can't see! I can't see!"

 

Saïx shoved him away, remarking "What an excellent observation."

 

Sora stumbled back, then got on his hands and knees to look for the knife. Being unresultful, he stood again and shakily summoned the Kingdom Key "Y-you expect a fair fight from me?!"

 

Saïx cleaned his claymore, saying dully "Your senses are crippled, your good arm is useless, your mind is panicking, your heart is teetering on the edge of darkness..." He readied the massive blade

 

"In short: NO."

 

Sora couldn't react when Saïx leaped at him, tearing his side open like paper, then ramming the claymore through his stomach and into the wall. Sora had no energy left to scream, just enough to pitifully cough up blood from his own demolished insides. Saïx then repeated the earlier gesture of pinning Sora's arm to the wall, but this time he continued, moving on to his other arm and then feet. He finally removed his claymore after that, asking mockingly "Cozy enough for you?"

 

Sora struggled to breathe, to maintain consiousness. He had to stay alive, for his friends, for Kairi. Falling asleep or unconscious meant victory for darkness and a crippling blow to light.

 

Saïx traced a vein in Sora's arm, continuing cruelly "I suppose it is. Perhaps that Kairi girl would love this."

 

Sora raised his head, eyes wide with fear and mouth hanging open in shock. "No! NO LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!" He suddenly started coughing up more blood violently, his impaled limbs shooting out pain as he involuntarily strained against the knives holding them in place. It's sad... He thought, I can't tell what's tears and what's blood anymore... Can I even still cry...?

 

"My next step," Saïx whispered in Sora's ear "is to rob you of your other senses: I will dull your touch with agony" Sora weakly moaned as Saïx twisted a knife "taint your taste with blood," sora felt a finger collect some of the blood from his eyes, and force its way into his mouth "smell only the scent of fear..." He trailed off suddenly, then pulled out his finger and said "I'll leave your ears to go deaf from your own screams..."

 

Saïx laughed "You know, I think I'll leave you here. I'll be back shortly."

 

There was a soft swoosh, and Sora was once again alone. He sighed, hoping the worst was over. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but it was useless. Okay, checklist, he thought, trying to add some semblance of order-even when he HATED checklists-

eyes, gone,

legs, pinned,

arms, pinned,

blood loss, I dunno but I'm gonna die soon if this continues without a potion,

torso...

...

I don't think I could call it that anymore...

 

He paused, sickened with himself for being so blunt. What if this was someone else? Pleading helplessly for him to tell them how they were? He lowered his head, feeling ashamed.

 

Another swoosh carried a voice with it, and Sora froze in horror.

 

"Let go of me! LET GO! Let go of me or Riku or Sora will- SORA!!"

 

Good God that's KAIRI. KAIRI. And Sora thought things couldn't get any worse.

 

He heard Saïx chuckle "If your prince needs you, go to him."

 

He groaned when he felt Kairi tackle him weeping "What did he do to you?"

 

"Ow... Kairi.... Ow... Hurts..."

 

Kairi backed away, making a light, disgusted noise. "Don't worry, dear," Saïx told her "His blood looks good on you."

 

Kairi made an even louder disgusted noise, and yelled at him "You monster!"

 

Sora felt her hand stroke his cheek "I can't believe they did this to you." Sora shook his head "Kairi, get out of here or this will be you...!"

 

"No, Sora, I am not going to leave you here like this. I... I..." She skipped the formalities and just kissed him. Unpleasant and all-too-fresh memories of Xehanort rose, and he pulled away instantly, his heart racing, breaths fast and terrified.

 

"Do you... You don't...?" Kairi asked, confused and broken-hearted. Sora lightly shook his head, gasping through fresh pain "No... No I do feel the same Kairi. It's just.... Just-"

 

"You're scared." She finished. Sora didn't like hearing her so torn and disappointed. "They've... Done a lot more than this..." She kept her hands on his cheeks, stroking his face gently and soothingly "Haven't they?"

 

Sora nodded lightly, wishing he could hold her closer, smell the familiar scent of the sea she had always carried, say that nothing had happened to him at all. Kairi made a little sob, and Sora leaned his head on her shoulder. It hurt, it hurt so much, to do so, but he did it anyway. "Shhhh... I'm right here."

 

"But that's the problem, you're HERE. Not safe, not happy!"

 

Sora only pulled away, and said firmly "I'm happy when you are."

 

Kairi leaned in again, but pulled away and asked softly "Can I?"

 

Sora's mouth twitched in a semblance of a smile, and he whispered "Of course... Thank you... Thank you so much for asking..." They gently kissed.

 

Sora felt fireworks go off in his head. Happiness, love, light. Yes, finally something good was happening. His first real kiss with Kairi, the one he had been dreaming about forever. The circumstances he didn't necessarily enjoy, but Kairi was enough- Kairi's eyes suddenly snapped open, wide in alarm. Her hands fell limply to her side, legs beginning to buckle.

 

Saïx had taken opprotunity to send a blade right through her neck and Sora's, and with surgical accuracy snapped both their spinal cords-

 

 

"KAIRI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sora woke, sitting bolt upright and screaming bloody murder. Wow Meow, tucked under his arm, yelped and rolled away in panic. The Aura Lion and Keeba Tiger behind him, forming a pillow, roared in surprised unison. Several other Dream Eaters yelled in surprise and confusion at their beloved master's distress.

 

Sora panted "Kairi..." As he gripped the fabric of his poofy pants. It was all a dream- No, a nightmare. A sick, twisted, nightmare. HIS nightmare, but he wouldn't admit it.

 

"WHERE WERE YOU?!" He yelled at his Spirits, several shrinking away and whimpering. Sora's tears spilled over as he continued "THAT WAS THE WORST NIGHTMARE OF MY LIFE!"

 

Broken, crippled, shocked, Sora curled up, wrapping his arms around his knees and sobbing. The Spirits shifted uncomfortably: no Nightmare Dream Eaters had arrived, no, they wouldn't risk getting so close to so many Spirits, but this horrible dream had come from Sora's own anxiety, his own demons.

 

Wow Meow bounded over, squeezing itself under Sora's arms. Sora quickly scooped it up, squeezing hard and shakily whispering "It was so real!!" Wow Meow solemnly licked Sora's cheek, purring gently. "It was so real..." Sora whispered again while the other Dream Eaters gathered around him.

 

"So real..."

 

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DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK. I am NOT crazy. Just figured I'd give horror a spin...

 

ANSEM/MANSEX/XEHANORT/VANITAS MADE ME DO IT!(runs off)

 

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(Comes back) oh yeah, and critique is very much appreciated!(runs off again)

[GN_Otaku 70]

Good work

[ktscott11 10]

Good work

OMG THE FIRST PERSON TO READ AND THEY DON'T RUN SCREAMING.THANK YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH.(Sorry, doing backflips right now WEEEEEE)

[GN_Otaku 70]

OMG THE FIRST PERSON TO READ AND THEY DON'T RUN SCREAMING.

 

THANK YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH.

 

(Sorry, doing backflips right now WEEEEEE)

NP looks like you put alot into it!