Yo! This is originally a german story, and I'm still working on it, but I figured translating it to improve my vocabulary couldn't hurt, right? XD

Well, of course it would be ridiculously enjoyable if my life went like plan just one little time.

How did I even manage to get myself into this mess? Oh, yeah...

Blazing sunbeams, lushy shimmering flowers and a beautiful fountain filled with crystal clear water were almost too much of a good thing to be real. Could he have found his place, at last? The place he belonged?

It was a little too good to be true, knowing that home had never really felt like it should have. His own reflection in the water reminded him of the family he left behind, the sad faces, the chastened mood, and still neither the pain nor the loneliness he had expected set in. If anything, they knew he was alright. And he knew they were.

And had the first day been great! Everyone was so nice and intelligent, worth his time. Finally something that he was interested in. The beautiful environment, almost like paradise, could it be more lovely? Probably not.

This place made him lose any will to have a home. Made him want to stay here any and every second he could. Of course he knew that wouldn't work out, especially with the things he planned.

He would still make it his personal haven, the place he could come to whenever he felt bad. His apartment wasn't far from here anyways, so it made sense.

Speaking of it, he should probably go there now. With all his excitement and nervousness he had had lost his appetite in the last days so he was pretty short on supplies. Unfortunately, he was equally short on money, so food was luxury for him at the moment.

Naturally, he could ask his parents but he didn't really want to bother them with this. They already helped him more than enough dispite the fact that they weren't exactly happy with his choice of studies.

He sighed and got up to leave his newly found sanctuary in order to get himself something to eat at home. The way out of the gorgeous park looked to him as if it were made out of pure gold. How lucky he was to live that near to a place like this.

Wasn't destiny beautiful sometimes?

This city was pure idyll, pure life, pure emotion. There were so many happy people it almost felt like the unhappy ones were non-existent. It was ironic. He had never been one to believe in perfection.

Not far now, he thought while thinking through what he was going to eat for the next week or so. Bread, butter, confiture, so far so good. Breakfast was important. He didn't really care much about the evening, he was a terrible cook so packet soup would probably do. He only worried about the university's canteen.

Oh well, maybe he wouldn't eat there at all!

He turned the corner and even before he saw what lay ahead of him, he felt a tingle, adrenaline, excitement and even anger flow through his body and stagnated for a moment, lost in shock, like a trance. Where did that come from? As his sight cleared up, he had a theory.

Because he would probably never in his life be able to forget those eyes. Gilded like heaven, veiled like hell.

„Ventus."

Icy cold wasn't enough to describe the tearing shiver running down his back. What had he feared more than to ever meet this guy again, for which he had only met him randomly at the university? The day would presumably have been too easy, too nice, too perfect.

Wasn't destiny nasty sometimes?

He shook his head in disbelief. Shouldn't he have known it? Lady luck surely wasn't on his side anymore.

As if he were able to read his thoughts, Ventus's counterpart grinned thus sardonically that it almost caused him nausea.

„What's up?", the blonde asked trying to stay cool, hoping this guy was just mistaken in some way. Wanted to turn someone else's life into hell. He begged there was mercy for him somewhere.

„Oh, why so cold? I thought someone new, like you, would have trouble finding the way back home."

„Err...no, I'm fine..."

„What a pity."

The barely taller man took a few steps back in the direction he had just come from and in the last second, Ventus hoped he just wouldn't stop. But again, he was disappointed. Instead, the guy stopped exactly where Ven had hoped he wouldn't. In front of the house in which his own apartment lay.

Oh heaven, what had he gotten himself into this time? How did this weird guy know...how? It wasn't like the university was allowed to hand out his personal data just like that. It was damn scary...

„I guess you'll have to entertain me in another way then, now that I was willing to make it for you."

„Why would I do that?"

„You sure don't want to get on my bad side, do you?"

The only thing Ven knew was that he wanted was to get off of the street because this guy just really freaked him out. Even the way he spoke. So...narcistically.

Thus he walked past the guy, knowing he would follow him. That wasn't good to begin with, but he had a weird feeling that locking him out wouldn't be the best idea either. He wasn't good with strangers, especially with putting them in their place.

This was the main reason he didn't exactly see any chance to keep him out of his apartment. It was a strangling feeling. He had to call the police, they would settle this, right?

„You sure don't care about tidying up once in a while, do you?", he was asked the second they got in and would have countered something but that guy had already let himself drop on the sofa. How could one person be that...cheeky? Only his black hair, that spiky mess, was visible over the backrest of the furniture. They didn't look soft and curly like his own, rather brutal and dangerous. Actually fitting. Still, this adolescent style just didn't quite want to fit him.

Ven's problem was another one, though. He walked around the sofa and saw what he had feared to see. Feet. No, even worse, shoes. On his sofa. Dirty shoes. That did it, he was angered to the maximum and without any warning pulled the guy's feet off of the fabric.

„Wow. There is temper inside you after all."

„Look, if you really have to get on my nerves, just leave the furniture alone!"

„Whatever."

By the looks of it, the raven had already gotten bored in this place anyway, got up and went to the kitchen without even asking for permission. Exactly how dumb was Ven to let this happen? What stopped him from kicking this guy out of his apartment?

„The fridge is empty. Is there any explainable reason for this circumstance?"

„Ever heard of financial difficulties? Stupid. I didn't even allow you to touch anything. Just eat at home. What do you what from me?"

„Could you stop being so uptight? Gee, you're complicated."

With those words the monster approached him again, laying a hand on his shoulder. It burned without hurting him and he didn't like it. As if being in a trance, Ventus only noticed what happened when he saw something dangling before his eyes – keys. His keys.

„And now be good until I get back. Maybe I'll bring something better than bread that almost walks off on its own", the raven said with his dark, evil tone.

Not even when the door snapped was Ventus able to move but a single muscle.

What the hell had gotten into him? Had his panic, his confusion really been enormous enough to let all of this happen?

Something went terribly wrong. And at this point, he didn't even know by which overwhelming means.

Wasn't destiny awfully suffocating sometimes?