SAIX POV

In all aspects, this was turning out to be one of the darker of my days. Of course all days for me are dull; blame that on my lack of a heart. But today was just especially dismal. Xemnas had declared today to be a rare vacation day. An early confrontation with an inebriated Xigbar began a chain of events leading up to a sneak attack by Larxene. Apparently, Xigbar had stolen an item of hers, and when she witnessed me speaking to him she interpreted it as me being an accomplice. I blame this on my lack of foresight, I should have known that when came out of Vexen's lab nursing a head injury that I would be next. But now here I sit, several hours and several stinging flesh wounds later. The one on my left side was particularly irksome.

I am certain that if I were capable of possessing an ego, this incident would ruin it.

And it was there, quietly meditating on existence, that I met my second challenge of the day.

With a loud crash, the trio of Xigbar, Xaldin, and Luxord stumbled through the door, obviously…drunk off their asses. Xaldin appeared to be missing his left boot, while Xigbar was just missing his cloak entirely.

" 'Oi, Saix!"

Oh…what is it this time.

I turned, and with a loud and thud found myself pinned to the floor underneath a hiccupping Luxord. Shock waves of pain emanated from the poorly tended wound on my left side. I winced as I felt stitches twinge.

Damn Vexen. Can't he even bind a wound correctly?

"Hic! Head's up mate!"

Sigh, first Larxene, now these idiots? " Number X, remove yourself from me at once. Or suffer the consequences."

Xigbar and Xaldin were now doubled over in fits of drunken laughter.

"Hic! I'm sorry 'luv. Ca' you repea' 'at?"

A growl slipped past my clenched jaws. This is becoming less and less tolerable by the second.

Fed up, I mustered what strength I could without agitating my wound. Met with slight resistance, I pushed Luxord off of me. He simply went lax and slid to the floor, not quite unconscious, but very close. I turned, Xigbar and Xaldin were now watching me, but trying very hard to retain laughter, and failing at it.

"My patience with you three grows thin. If you wish to retain your existence, I suggest you go bother Vexen."

"Awwww, is the Faiwy boi mad at Vexen?" Xigbar had adopted a childishly condescending tone.

Xaldin had not spoken yet, I found this odd as Xaldin almost always interrupts others when he gets drunk. He was eyeing me with something close to a carefully practiced poker face, and the next second, I found out why.

The bitter smell of alcohol filled my nose as a half empty cup of rum landed on the front of my cloak. I imagined something snapping, as this act was, for me, the proverbial last straw. With one fluid movement I was standing upright, and with another I summoned Lunatic and had two of its spikes poised under the chins of the drunken idiots. Their laughter slowed, and then peetered out as confusion replaced their countenance.

"Heeeey Saaiix. I was Juust comin' iin too saayy hiii…..noo need too hic! Threeeaaten uuss." Xaldin slurred in his speech.

"I suggest you should have considered doing that while not intoxicated and stumbling around like idiots." I released Lunatic, it disappeared in a short flash of light and some sparks. Lifting the heavy sword had put more strain on my poorly stitched wound; I felt small trickles of blood begin to flow down from the slash.

Damn. I must go tend to this myself. Obviously that is the only way to get anything done right. I have no more time to waste on these fools.

Pushing myself past the duo, I stepped out of the room and prepared to walk down the hall, but apparently, fate had other plans for me. With an immense shot of pain I felt myself crumble to the ground. My vision was tinted red as waves of fire wracked through me.

What? Something is not right; it did not hurt even this much when I received the wound.

The pain continued, but then the red in my vision was replaced with white. I felt myself being lifted, I was weightless. Then I crashed to the ground. It was soft, I only caught a glimpse of a brown couch, before I blacked out.

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SHILO POV

"Hey Shilo! Don't forget you're helping me babysit Daisy tomorrow at 2:30! My parents will throw a fit if you're late again!"

"That was ONE TIME Dane and it was because my freaking car broke down in the middle of the road!"

"Alright alright! See 'ya tomorrow!"

God, sometimes Dane is such a worrywart. Oh well.

I started down the street, walking with a purpose. It was only 5 minutes from the school to my home of 17 years on Halloway Avenue, but it was a brutal walk. I was the middle of winter and temperatures in Parkton Virginia were hitting record low at about 30 degrees. The Tripp jacket I had on did practically nothing for protection, bad thinking on my part.

Damn it's cold! I really should have worn my hoodie today instead of this. Hot Topic may have cool stuff, but they certainly don't take the freaking elements into account when making their stuff. Damn.

I rounded the corner of Vernon onto Halloway and my house came into sight. It was just a plain white and green construction with two stories and about 5 windows. The ivy growing up the side of it had gotten a bit out of hand though, and the house looked eerily haunted. Most people would think it was. All the neighbors ever saw me do was walk to school, walk back, and drive to the supermarket and places like that. Nobody really spoke to me that much, except the O'Hara's. I lived alone, for the time being. I wore all black, nothing gothic though. Just black but apparently that was a sin to normal people. They looked at me like some kind of Satan worshipper. I guess it was to be expected, I'm pretty reserved. My uncle worked at the general hospital about 45 minutes away, and lived even farther down the road. I kinda miss him.

I reached the door of my house. My keys jingled as I inserted them in the lock and opened the door. But before walking in, I just stood there, feeling the routine pang of loneliness.

C'mon Shilo, time to move on.

The four stairs to my living room squeaked as I descended them, and just before I got to the couch to flop down…I tripped, on nothing.

"Ow! What the He-" I looked back and almost had a heart attack. There was a man lying on my floor, he wasn't breathing. I felt something wet under my knees.

Don't look down…don't look down don't-

I looked down, and barley suppressed the urge to run to the bathroom and puke.

It was blood.

CLAYMOREKAEDE- So! Thank you al for reading my story! If you just started reading, bravo! If you are already a fan and are confused as to why the first chapter is different, here is your explanation. Looking back, I thought that this chapter really made Saix go OOC, and didn't fit much with the rest of the story, so I changed it ^^ I hope you all like this revised version. REVIEW!