Summary: When Roxas woke up that night, wishing for someone to help him, he didn't realize it would come in a form of someone who just crashed through his window. And wasn't human. AkuRoku Soku XigDem

Dedication: Meleiyu (if she even reads this :smile:) and xXxFailingDreamsxXx (Happy Birthday!)

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Roxas violently wiped tears away from his eyes, not allowing himself to cry now. He heard his mother and stepfather yelling at each other again though he wasn't really surprised. They usually were fighing, since the only reason they were married was image. His mother, Elena, had been with Rufus Shinra (his real dad) for the longest time until he caught her cheating. So, she married some no-namer that was becoming big in a rival company. Roxas couldn't even remember his name.

He collapsed on to his bed, reaching out and grabbing his sketchbook that lay on the ground next to his bed. He always drew when he felt upset. Only his cousin, Namine, knew about what went on at home, and she swore never to tell anyone. He was actually very close to her, and was teaching to to draw when he saw her. A small smile made it's way on his face and he began drawing. He wasn't sure what yet, but it would form.

He pressed the pencil harder when the yelling increased and he heard them throwing things and hitting each other. More tears welled in his eyes and he wiped them away. He sat there for an hour, focusing on what he was drawing. It had slowly became a sketch of his half-brother, Cloud. Cloud was nice, if only a little quiet. Roxas jumped when he heard footsteps and his mom walked through the door. She looked strained and her lip was bleeding.

"Roxas, we're leaving for the weekend, okay?" At his look, she frowned. "Don't worry, I'll have someone come in and check on you every now and then, okay?"

He snorted. "Whatever, why even bother. You don't care."

He frowned when she didn't argue, just muttering under her breathe before she left. The tears came again, but this time he didn't fight it. He held in the sobs until he heard the car pulling away, hiding his face in his knees. Elena never wanted kids, she had made that much clear. And his new dad hated his guts since he looked like Rufus. He wasn't allowed to see his friends a lot and the only person he could talk to, Cloud, was six hours away.

'Please...' he thought sadly, folding in on himself and trying to drift off. 'Please, someone...help me,'

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His mind was spinning. He knew blood was dripping all over him, but he couldn't do anything about it. His back pusled and agony rushed over him again. He gripped his side, crying out loudly. They had done a number on him. He smiled humorlessly. Well, he had done the worse crime, after all. He had rejected the Lord's son.

The lack of blood made him dizzy. He began swaying, and lost his balance. He began falling, through the darkness and the rain (when had it begun raining?) and he knew sooner or later, he'd crash into something. If he was lucky, he'd die before that happened. Then he could just...stop feeling. He should've known...

He never was lucky.

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Roxas groaned, prying his eyes open from sleep. It was storming outside, and he sighed. He hated storms. The rain made him depressed and he felt like he got that enough already. He looked at the clock at his bedside, cursing. It was two in the morning. What had woken him up?

He jumped, eyes widening as he heard a loud crash. Hesitating, he got to his feet and ran downstairs into the living room. He froze, seeing the broken window and glass was everywhere. He paled when he saw there was blood on the white carpet and a body. Had someone tried breaking in? Were they hurt? Did someone attack them? He inched forward, moving around the glass and making his way to the body. He began shaking. Of all the times for his mom to leave too...

He flipped the light switch that was right next to him before kneeling. The man (teen?) had bright red hair, but the rain had darkened it and it clung to his face. His eyes were closed and he was lean, skinny, and unbelievably tall, even laying on the floor. He was wearing all black, but it was even darker where there was blood; Roxas shuddered, knowing he should help him but not sure how.

He gulped, reaching out and moving his shirt up. It revealed pale skin and an open gash. But that wasn't where all the blood was coming from. On his back was a giant...hole. Like someone had just ripped out the skin and everything underneith. The thought made Roxas almost sick. Blood was everywhere around it and didn't seem to be stopping. He'd bleed to death if the blond didn't do something.

Getting to his feet, Roxas rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the bandages and cleaning solution and tape. He brought it back to the man, calming his nerves as he began helping him. He had always been nervous around blood but he had to do this. Cleaning and bandaging him was hard, since he had to prop the teen on his lap. The red head groaned in his sleep, whimpering as Roxas tightened the bandages.

"Hey, are you awake?" Roxas whispered, leaning forward.

He opened his eyes, revealing emerald, neon-green eyes. Roxas's breathe hitched. He had never seen such gorgeous eyes before. It seemed like the teen had eyeliner and red eyeshadow, but it had been washed off in the rain.

"Who...?"

Roxas smiled. "My name's Roxas. You crashed through my window. Are you okay?"

He groaned, hands clenched. "Hurts."

"I-I'm sorry, I was bandaging them..." Roxas blushed. "I can get you some painkillers if you want."

He nodded. Roxas gently removed him from his lap and went to the kitchen, getting a glass of water and three pills that were over the sink. He came back, proping the red head back on to him and offered both objects for him to take. He nodded his thanks, swallowing the pills before drinking the water.

"You can sleep in the guest room, since it's on the first floor..." Roxas was mostly talking to himself, but the red head was listening intently. "You should probably sleep, since those look bad..."

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Roxas wasn't sure how it happened, but he had ended up sleeping next to the unknown red head. He had passed out the second Roxas laid him on the bed, but had clutched the blond's shirt. He couldn't get him to release it, so he just got next to him, basking the warmth he gave off. And now, it was around nine in the morning, and he was trying to figure out how he was going to get the red head up.

"Hey." Roxas gently shook him, mindful of his injuries as he sat up. "Hey, wake up."

He wasn't sure what happened, but those green eyes flew open and he shoved Roxas away. Roxas grunted, his butt hitting the floor as the other looked around wildly.

"W-what..."

"That hurt." Roxas muttered. "You can push for someone hurt."

The red head's eyes widened, looking him over. "Who are you? Where am I?"

Roxas scuffed. "My house. I told you last night that you crashed through my window, but I guess you forgot. My name's Roxas."

"Roxas..." He frowned. "I'm sorry for shoving you, I..."

Roxas shook his head, getting up. "It's fine. Anyway, what's your name? How did you get hurt?"

"My name's Axel...And, I was...hurt?" he looked confused.

"Yeah. There was a gash on your side and back." the blond explained, frowning. How could someone forget getting that hurt?

Axel's eyes went wide again, and he reached behind him, feeling his back. He paled. "No..."

"What?" Roxas asked. "What's wrong?"

"T-they took it..." Axel removed the badages, and Roxas gaped when he saw nothing there from last night except caked blood. But on his back was a large silve scar. "They really it..."

"What?" Roxas was beginning to get annoyed. "What did they take, Axel?"

Axel laughed, hiding his face into his arms. "My wing...they took one of my wings."

It was then that a large bone grew out of Axel's back. It began growing feather, black, and bent and shaped joints. It had to be at least ten feet long when stretched. Roxas gaped, not sure how to take this. He had an angel in his house.

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Hmm...I like it. Beginning's kinda iffy, but over all, I like it. :nodds: Hope you do as well and will review and say nice things. I probably shouldn't be writing another story, but oh well. Plot bunnies like to rape my mind. XP
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