Chapter 1 – Demon or Angel?

"'Cause I want it now, I want it now, give me your heart and your soul, and I'm not breaking down, I'm breaking out, last chance to lose control,"

Roxas, do you remember when we first met? It was a Friday in July, you'd just moved to Twilight town. Your cousin Sora was showing you around, and when you came to Paralyzed's garage where we had band practice you were like a shiny new toy. I remember it clearly, because my life changed that day.

"And I want you now, I want you now, I'll feel my heart implode, and I'm breaking out, escaping now, feeling my faith erode,"

Band practise was important for us, me Axel (19) on vocals, Riku (18) on bass, Demyx (17) on guitar and Zexion (19) on drums. Of course we didn't have any original songs. We were just playing songs of bands we admired. Still, I wanted to do better…

"Geeze, why are we playing this song over and over again?" I complained and let myself slip into the green couch beside the door. It was already here when we rented the garage, so it's a part of this little place I call Paradise.

"Because we're going to play at the advent soon, we can't have flaws, you know that Axel!" Riku sighed and let his fingers brush over the bass strings, making a beautiful dark tone.

"But it's so B-O-R-I-N-G!" I sighed and flipped a smoke from my right pocket then I took the silver lighter up from my left and lit the smoke.

"Shut up Axel, you're just jealous of the lyrics," Zexion scolded me as I inhaled the smoke, it made me at ease.

"I agree with Axel, playing Hysteria over and over again won't do, I feel tired," Demyx was always on my side.

"Do as you'd like," Zexion growled and threw the drumsticks through the room. "And put out that smoke, will you? You know I am sensitive to smell!" he hissed and got up from his seat, making his purple hair fall into his face.

"I want to play classic songs, like the Rolling Stones," Demyx sighed and stretched his skinny body. Not that he's skinny, but he's small for an average 17 year old.

"We can't start practising new songs it's only 3 days until the advent!" Riku let his fingers trail through his long white hair. I'd always thought it was weird, an 18 year old with gray hair like an old man. I bet he's perverted like one too.

"You're mean Riku," Demyx pouted as moisture filled his eyes. Dem-Dem had always been an easy crier, crying over anything. But it is how he is, and we really can't change that. I don't think anyone would want to change that…

"Oh yeah Riku, wasn't Sora coming today?" I asked as I let my eyes wander around the room. Sora is Riku's best friend, or that's what he told us, but everyone in this room, even the naïve Demyx knows that there is more than that between those two. I guess they don't like coming out public. But Sora isn't in our band, he's just a personal fan or what else can we call him?

"Yes, he was talking about taking a relative with him, his cousin…what was his name?" Riku started mumbling trying to remember the other's name, I didn't care about it.

Everyone became quiet as we heard someone on the other side, I bet everyone was excited about this person, I wasn't, how could I care about some brat, probably some snob that would mock us.

"It's really quiet, I wonder if they were lazy and decided to slack off today," I heard Sora's voice. How nice of him.

"Some band huh, your schedule must be thin…" There was another person with him, a guy. He wasn't nice either.

"Hey, show some respect, if Axel heard you speak like that he would surely kick your ass or something," Sora surely knew me, exactly what I though, mocking brat…

"Hah," was all I could hear from the stranger, then the door opened, I was blinded by bright light, I saw Sora coming smiling, and next to him… it must have been an angel or something.

"Good evening!" Sora shouted and smiled even brighter, "so you're all here," he said and turned towards the angel. He had no wings, maybe he was sent from hell to trick me down with him.

"This is the gang, Paralyzed," Sora said as he were lecturing the angel.

"Paralyzed huh?" He rolled his eyes over Zexion, Demyx and Riku. He still hadn't noticed me in the couch beside the door.

"WELCOME!" Demyx jumped and sat on his knees in front of him like a dog.

"Uh…thanks," the angel spoke, apologizing.

"I am Demyx," he placed a hand on his chest, "this is Zexion," he pointed a finger towards the sighing purple haired guy.

"And that is Axel?" He raised and eyebrow pointing at Riku as I inhaled the smoke.

"No, that's Riku," Sora explained as the smoke left my lungs.

I got up from the couch. The angel noticed the movement behind him and turned to look up at me. I inhaled smoke and reached out, preparing for a proper handshake.

"Axel," I said and smiled. He looked up at me and didn't even move an inch he just blurted out a "Roxas," and didn't even shake my hand. What did I say? Brat!

My day was ruined, the brat had poked me with his mocking and I had come to a conclusion, this weekend would be test days, if he couldn't behave I would refuse to sing if he were around.

We'd put the practise on hold to get to know him, I had actually wanted to practise some more, but Demyx had refused since he wanted to get to know Roxas as fast as possible, I may quote him with, "I want to make friends with him fast, he must be lonely, new in this town and all,". I also think you were lonely back then, but you didn't say anything.

"You're 16?" Demyx gasped, he and Roxas were sitting at the lunch table talking. Riku was jamming with Demyx's guitar while Sora was sitting patiently beside him like a dog. Zexion was listening to music on his mp3-player while reading this really thick book it was probably about 800 pages or so. I had crashed down on the green couch I was half asleep on it listening to each person. So Roxas was 16, the same age as Sora of course.

"Somewhat, my birthday is September the 3rd." Roxas said in a happy tone, maybe he wasn't as bratty as I thought.

"I thought you were 17 or so?" Demyx placed his head in his hands and sighed.

"And you're 15?" Roxas couldn't see Demmy's real age either.

"NO, I'm 17.. 17!" Demyx shouted and got up on his two feet.

"Hah, you look younger than me and Sora, aren't you faking," Roxas scowled at Demyx with an evil smirk.

"NO… That's mean," Demyx pouted and ran over to Zexion, sitting beside him, holding his hand. "Zexion, Roxas is mean..." he said as crocodile tears rolled down his cheeks. Zexion replied by looking up at Roxas sighing and sweat dropping and then look at Demyx.

So Roxas was a kid who liked bullying other kids. Yes I was referring Demyx as a kid.

I got out of my slumber and stretched my slim body. I have had enough of this stupid rambling, I wanted to sing.

"Let's play," I said in such a serious way that Demyx stopped crying. Riku grinned to me and reached for his bass.

" Lose control, increasing pace, warped and bewitched, intention erased

Whatever they say, these people are torn, wild and bereft

Assassin is born…"

I still remember the way you looked at me, with those angelic eyes of yours, with such innocence and strength, pulling me into your demonic grasp. I knew I wouldn't be able to get out of it, I still haven't, remember Roxas? The day we first met?

To be Continued