OOC: Yeah Zato dies, what of it? Venom and Zato deserve happy endings. He lives in this fic. No buts people! THIS IS FINAL. No ranting at me for this or my strange taste in pairings either. And umm… Who's Megumi? shifty eyes No I haven't seen her since that freak lightening rod/thunder incident...

Axl scowled. Why were Ky and Sol so happy together? They had their little tiffs and Ky got plenty pissed with Sol but they seemed really happy together. Sort of… Complete in a way. They looked good together and obviously felt good together so why couldn't Axl just do that? Seeing those two made him feel all empty inside, like something was really missing. He knew what but he didn't know what he could do about it. Even Zato and Venom seemed happy. And Zato had been ignoring Venom as a love interest for god knows how long! Why was everybody so bloody happy apart from him?

He sighed, slouching down in his chair on the bus. He hated public transport. Especially buses. He hated everything right now. He just wanted to grab his bandana and hang himself there and then. But then again, the bus driver would probably try and fine him for something stupid that he hadn't even done half way through. And then he'd say that a bandana wasn't very good for hanging people and he should use the safety handles instead. Axl closed his eyes.

Think positive thoughts Axl; think positive, happy, bunny-rabbits skipping through fields before being mashed by a combine harvester, positive thoughts…

For some reason this didn't help.

He didn't get much time to beam happy thoughts to himself though. Someone jabbed him sharply in the arm. He opened an eye lazily. Maybe this was the love of his life he'd been waiting for…?

He hoped not. A sour-faced man glared at him. "Whossamatter with you then?" He smelt rather like dogs in the middle of a rainstorm after rolling around in cow dung. Not that Axl knew what this particular odour smelt like, he was just guessing.

"Pfft, bugger off."

"Jeeze, I was just asking…" And the man wandered off, returning to his seat across the bus.

Well he'd certainly need a better approach if he wanted to find that special someone. Yes, Axl Low, sex god and blonde bomber (In his own mind at least. He was curious to know how many people thought of him in that way exactly and how well their medication was going.), was looking for love. "Shouldn't be too hard…" He muttered to himself, gazing at the slowly clearing sky as he stepped off the bus.

He had spoken too soon. The clouds seemed to burst and it began to pour down. There were already puddles from the last shower and as the bus drove off, water flew up and soaked him through from the ankles to his stomach. He swore, then tried to compose himself. It couldn't get too much worse. And then, somewhere in the background, thunder cracked and lightening flashed. Axl glowered, brushed a strand of hair out of his face and stomped along the road, wishing he'd had the sense to bring an umbrella of sorts.

-One Hour and Twenty Minutes Later-

Axl reviewed his actions over the last hour. Basically he'd been soaking in a nice hot bath that had taken ages to get the temperature right and this perfection of bathwater was now only lukewarm. Oh well. At least it smelt nice. He had used up half a bottle of bubble bath and had almost drowned in the massive sea of froth he had managed to create. He leant against the edge of the bath, sighing. He'd been half asleep most of the while, but the shower head had just fallen on his head and he was sure he'd have a nice big bruise there in the 'morrow.

Now he was properly focused- Well, sort of. He was still angsting after the bruise that could possibly appear- he went back to thinking about his search to fill the emptiness. God that sounded pathetic. He wrinkled his nose, sighing softly. "This is so pointless…" He muttered. "I'm just moping around sulking because I'm a lonely old git." He said aloud to no one in particular. Hmm. He paused. Maybe the steam was getting into his brain and clogging up his thoughts and therefore making him talk to himself.

Oh dear, definitely time to get out.

-Another Twenty Minutes Later-

"Ooookay then. That's much better."

The whir of the hairdryer was comforting. Sure it was loud and even a little irritating sometimes but it blotted out the sound of him talking to himself. He was sat on the floor by his bed, sorting through CDs and drying his hair at the same time. This really wasn't helping him much at all but… He needed something to cheer him up after all. He couldn't go around like this; he'd go blue and melt. Or at least that's what his mother had told him. He shoved a CD in the CD player at random and pressed play. For the next few minutes he belted out 'It's so Easy' along with it.

He felt a little better for it actually.

He switched off the hairdryer and played with his hair. It had gone all fuzzy. He frowned and brushed it down a little, sitting up on the bed instead of the floor. "I'm so helpless." He announced. "I can't do a thing with any part of me." He was doing it again. Axl shuddered and quickly gave his hair a quite brush over and switched off the light.

Hopefully sleeping would reduce the probability of him talking to himself. He was feeling unhappy and grumpy but he couldn't help that. His chest felt all blocked and he was all achy. Was this what being the only person not in love was doing to him? Either that or he had a slight case of flu from being in the rain. He was hoping for the latter.