(This is a redone/reedit of my first Roxanne story. Needless to say, I had some issues with it but now I feel that I have done this some justice.) I used two songs, which you can easily find from the titles, that inspired this AU and twisted world utilizing characters that are from the Star Fox universe but not entirely made up of the Star Fox personalities that we have come to know.

Enjoy.

Every Breath You Take

My first night with her was the best thing that ever happened to me.

She was svelte but not a stick . . .

Sexy but not a whore . . .

And cute but not a dress up doll. She was everything to me. And I was probably nothing to her. Things as trivial as that didn't matter though, because I craved for her more and more. It wasn't a simple thing that I could just shake off. Drugs? I can shake that.

She wasn't an obsession. She was my life.

Her name, you might want to know, is Roxanne. Around her turf she was called Roxy, short for Roxy the foxy lady.

I'm not sure why she continued to do it. Was it for the pleasure? The money? Some psychological thing? For perhaps she was a secret attention whore who wanted people like me to obsess over her. Well, she did her job right on that part.

I never understand and I don't ever recall trying to. That was my fault. I should have pressured her into telling me. It's all my fault that she went away.

Y' know, I would greet her every morning as she went to her job. Always giving her a trinket of some sort. She would always give me a shy smile and accept it, sometimes she would tell me how sweet I was.

At times I would follow her to her next client. She would tell me that she didn't need the protection but I'm sure that she didn't mind. Besides I'm positively certain that she wanted the company.

I mean, she never told me to fuck it, an alteration to fuck off, like how I've seen her say to some clients. Well . . .

Depending on what you mean she said that to all of her clients. How adorable.

Such a sweet gal. Never afraid to say what was on her mind and yet she was so good at lying to people. She had such a fire, such a passion when it came to words, among other things.

I remember this one time I followed her and her client into the building and watched all the action from the door. I knew she was lying when she told the poor sod that he was the greatest fuck in the world. Poor bastard, he never suspected it.

Want to know how I know? Because she told me that night that I was the best fuck she had. You know, I might have believed that she lied to me then had she not wanted me to stick around. But who else does she let get close to her? Me. No one else. No one else gave her presents. No one else waited for her in the morning at that curb. No one else loved her like how I loved her.

No one.

And I know that she was afraid to love me back. Afraid of what would happen if we got too close and her employer found out. Oh, I know very well what happens to those who run off. Ha ha. Nasty stories and ugly endings not fit for Disney; though I'm sure they would find a way around that. I wouldn't want that to happen to my dear Roxanne so I let her fuck every guy out there. It's to keep her safe.

Or it was. And so I thought . . .

Y' know, there's only so much that I can take before I decide that enough is enough. I can't continue to live on knowing that my darling Roxanne was out there with some other guy. They probably don't even treat her right.

But, luckily for me, my Roxanne was a strong, independent girl. That was the only reason she could handle it . . . and that was also the reason why she was so damn stubborn.

One morning I followed her after handing her the present. I called out to her and asked her to stop whoring out her body, that it wasn't healthy for her. Needless to say, it didn't end too well. I guess she didn't appreciate me grabbing her arm and telling her what to do.

Besides, she was scared. And I know that she was scarred.

Of leaving with me.

Shit, when you've got your life to lose I would be scared too.

After that confrontation, she stayed away from me. She didn't pass by the curb in the morning.

Y' know, I was hurt. I really was. But it was obvious that she didn't want to be seen with me. Apparently her contractor didn't want me near her either. One of their croonies snuck up behind me and beat the living shit out of me. Broke my trinket too. Told me to stay away from Roxy.

So I gave her time to get back into the routine and for me to get back into shape. A month. By then she had changed up her route completely . . . but that wasn't a problem. I watched her for a few weeks now to know which alley she took.

She probably thought that I had given up on her. I could tell from that look on her face as she went to work every morning. She would always be watching her back and it was obvious to me that she was looking for me. I felt sorry that I wasn't there to show myself to her but there were her employer's croonies keeping me at bay.

But Roxanne needn't worry about those bastards for much longer. I've been saving up for some tools. Read in the papers that there was a sale at the local arms shop. Had to order the silencer from a privately funded arms manufacturer from another planet. Gonna show those bastards what happens when they mess with our love.

It wasn't too hard finding the croonie that broke my trinket. All it took was a little coaxing by stepping into their turf and that same bastard was coming at me from behind. Fucking moron. Everyone knows not to use the same tactic twice.

Broke his fucking snout and then his skull. Monkey wrenches were pretty effective against monkeys. Who would've guessed?

His friend came around the corner a second later. I shot his knee caps out. All of his yelling wouldn't help him. I knew that only two of them patrolled the area in the morning.

Oh, I wish Roxanne had been there with me when I skinned that fucker's friend. He wasn't too happy with me cutting off his tail and his ears but that didn't matter. After I shoved those down his throat I let him bleed out. I think it took a day before he bled out. Then came the hard task of preparing a fine coat out of his lovely pelt. For my Roxanne.

I hung the fur where she would be able to see it - even attached a note to it signed by me. She seemed so shocked through the binoculars when she saw the coat and read my note. I know I would be shocked too if someone loved me enough to skin me a coat. She didn't take the coat though and I didn't blame her. I'm not sure that I did a good job and she seemed like a girl who preferred finer things. If only I didn't spend my cash on fireworks and guns.

After I sent her contractor the message I think he stopped sending her out in order to hurt me. But that didn't matter.

I would just go to them.