WARNING: This is yaoi. Which means boys either in love, or doing naughty things are ahead. If you don't like it, don't waste your time reading it. :)

Author Note: I know, I knoooow. I'm suppose to be writing chapters for 'Happy Halloween' so people don't cry, right? Yeah, it's getting there. They're coming. Promise. :) But for now, here's a NEW STORY! :D Just a little something I thought up. I'm in a demon phase, and of course reading thousands of stories about demons don't have anything to do with it. ;*

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, whatsoever. Wish I did. But I don't. All copy right goes to respected owners.

Please enjoy, read, and review! I'd love to get some feed back. Oh, and grammar and spelling correcting is always welcome!

On with the story!

"Dammit!" The young blonde cursed as he struggled agents his restraints.

The captor let out a low chuckle, finding her latest little toy very amusing. He had blonde hair, bright sky blue eyes, very lightly tanned skin, fairly skinny, yet somehow managed to be lightly muscular as well.

'Perfect.' She thought to herself.

'Oh, and let's not forget how much I love my blondes.'

The woman continued to laugh at the boys despair in a very high-pitched, almost squeaky voice. Which displeased the lad greatly.

"I don't see what's so funny, demon! I'll be out of this in no time, and you'll be begging for mercy!"

"Mm-hm. Just keep telling yourself that, handsome."

The blonde backed as far as he could against the wall, as the demon ran her finger up his chin. His wrists burned with a great passion, and all he wanted was to rip the gooey substance that restrained him to shreds, and snap the hell bound and heartless woman's head clean off.

'But how.'

He began to panic a bit, seeing as demons weren't exactly his forte. He was a Vampire Slayer after all. Not a Demon Hunter. But, could demons really be much different? And besides, he has distant Demon Hunting friends who do this for a living. If they can do it, well then he sure as hell can too.

He looked at the demon with disgust as she smiled ever so creepy and seductively. Then, something caught his eye.

A dagger.

'Yes!'

Our young Vampire Slayer quickly formed a plan in his head, then began to set it to the test. Yes. He cold possibly die. But, they didn't call him an expert for nothing. Being a 'Expert Vampire Slayer' means you must be cunning enough to deceive evil beings like vampires-or demons, be able to get your ass out of trouble if needed, and if you fail and die, well then that's your own fault. You must be willing to take any risk necessary. Even if it cost you your life.

Even though he wasn't an expert in demons, he knew the basics. Like what demons were what. He was dealing with a level B-C demon. Which is more on the difficult side. But he could take something as simple as a Slut Demon, even if it was a Level B-C.

He smirked at the seducing evil being, which threw it off guard, and angered it greatly.

'Slut Demons; Complete and utter sluts, and easily angered. So be careful. They're more than capable of cutting your balls off.'

He recited in his head the amusingly clever words of an old Demon Hunter friend of his.

"What's so funny you little maggot?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how I'd rather be put through a meat grinder, than have sex with an ugly slut like you.'

The Slut's face twisted into a face of such furiousness, it could make the most fearless man run away screaming like a child.

"Why you-"

"So why don't you just go ahead and kill me now? I know that your going to get to that anyways. You Slut Demons are SO predictable."

"P-Predictable?"

The demons face went from horrified, to a smirk that could give Satan's a run for its munny.

'She's loosing it. She's just trying to keep her cool. But I'm slowly breaking her...'

"Well you must think you're a big shot, huh? Seeing as you think you know everything about us. True. We do very much enjoy killing our victims after we have our fun with them. But, you're a special case."

"Oh?"

"Mm-hm. Wasn't planning on killing you. Maybe a little torturing, which will make you just wish you were dead. But never fully kill, love."

The demon whispered deathly close to his ear. Our blonde felt shivers go down his spine, and a sick feeling fill his stomach as he felt his plan slowly crumbling.

'No. I've still got this! This is just about all I'm against, but she is a demon, not a human.'

He reminded himself as leaned back as far as he could, away form the sickening creature, and lunged himself forward.

The demon's mouth fell open, and an ear piercingly loud, high-pitched shriek came out, as he drove his knee as far into the Slut's stomach as he could. The horrifying form backed herself away form the Vampire Slayer, holding her stomach, facial expression consisting of nothing more than sheer pain and anger.

"WHY YOU BASTERD!"

She shrieked loudly, voice ringing all threw out the abandoned tunnel, practically removing her victims hearing for good. As the young blonde managed to get most of his hearing back, he looked up at a horrific sight, seeing the Slut Demon coming at him, full force, dagger in hand, pointing straight at him.

He forced his attention fully upon the evil form coming at him, as he felt the familiar tingling of the rush you get when in these situations, that came with his job. He quickly twisted his head to the side, missing the dagger by millimeters.

He heard a displeased groan as she pulled the dagger out of the tunnel wall, going for her target again. The blonde pulled against the gooey substance that restrained his right hand, stretching it as close to his head as he could. The demon lashed at him, missing his head again, this time hitting the stretched ectoplasm which she had restrained him with.

'Yes.'

The blonde smirked as the ectoplasm was cut from his right hand, he immediately grabbed the hell bound one's arm, while she gaped at him, snatching the dagger from her hand as he quickly pulled it to the side, and slit the demons throat.

Bright eye sight torturing red blood, poured out of the being as it fell on the ground, holding it's neck, coughing.

The Vampire Slayer cut the ectoplasm off his other wrist, looking down at his work, as he reached into his pocket for a grenade.

A slit to the throat wouldn't kill it. It couldn't. The only way to fully dispose of a demon; is to make sure it ended up in pieces. Which is exactly what he had planned on doing.

The Slut Demon looked up at him in pure disgust, as blood pooled around her. All our little demon killer could do was smirk. Oh how he loved those looks.

He snatched the cap off with his teeth, and placed the grenade about five feet away from the demon, so that she couldn't dislodge it somehow before it went off.

He grabbed the fire lit lantern hung on a nail, and started off with a run. Not really wishing to get blown to pieces like the demon was soon to be.

He eventually slowed down and walked calmly as he began to reach the end of the tunnel. He counted in his head as he reached the outside, knowing exactly how long it took for a grenade to go off. But it never did. He turned around, lifting the lantern to get a better view. He watched as he saw the demon licking the grenade, leaving it covered in ectoplasm like he was tied up with, somehow delaying the explosion.

He glared at the Slut Demon, as it smirked back. Until he pulled out a gun from his pocket, and shot the grenade. The tunnel filled with fire, burnt rocks and bricks flying towards the Vampire Slayer, who dodged them. He stood and watched as the fire filled tunnel began to change, to a tunnel filled with black and red stone. And the familiar smell of something burning filled the air.

He sighed, as he looked up at the sky, wondering if this is all he'll ever be good for. Killing. He had done this ever since he was a child, just as long as he had dreamed for change. But he knew it wouldn't come, and that there was no hope you him. This is all he'll ever be good for. All that will ever consume his life. All that he'll ever make of himself.

He looked down in shame. He hated his life. The life of a Vampire Slayer was not easy, and certainly not a life he had chosen. If he had the chance, he would have chosen to live a normal, humans life. With his small human family. Him, his mother, and younger twin brother.

'Him. It's all his fault. He did this to me.'

His face scrunched as he thought of the person he despised the most. The one who's responsible for making him hate his life.

'My father.'

He thought in disgust, as he almost barfed simply thinking about the wretched being. Until something on the ground caught his eye. Something he had stared at this entire time, but was far to caught up in his own thoughts to notice.

He reached down, and picked up a small, folded up, piece of paper.

"A note?"

The blonde unfolded the small paper, and began to read.

Roxas,

You are to be back at headquarters at once.

You're doing work that you haven't been given permission to do.

Be prepared for the consequences.

- Superior

"Dammit!"

Our young blonde known as Roxas cursed, as he walked down the street, finding a nice and dark alley, creating a portal to take him back to headquarters.

Where a furious Superior, and familiar faces awaited.