Oh yeah, plot is gunna hit this story. And hard! Just enjoy the beginnings of trouble for Rox for now.

The black depths of the ice cold water rushing beneath my feet were calling to me in a swift voice. They were luring me into their sweet embrace, whispering my name softly in my ear in a gurgling voice, almost menacing in the muggy summer air. It was tempting. My feet began to slowly inch their way towards the edge of the railing to the bridge I was perched on. Beneath me, who knows how many feet below, you could hear the calm rush of the waters.

They were about to take my troubling life out of my hands.

I drew in a deep, summer scented breath, trying to settle my frazzled nerves. I could feel enlightenment on the edges of my consciousness, murmuring all the truths of the world to me. I felt around the edge of the railing cautiously with my toe, uncertain about everything. But I felt free, like I was growing wings sprouting from my back. I raised my arms to my sides and lifted my face to the blackened sky, feeling as if I was flexing my long unused wings. They stretched and rose to great, spanning lengths above me, granting me my freedom.

I had a taste and I wanted more.

With my last gulp of air, I took that important final step off the edge of the earth, plummeting into darkness.

But the wind did not rush past my ears, whistling their approval in great cheers for me as I took my own life, the cold water did not rush up from underneath me, enveloping me in its prickling, cold arms; no numbing sensation filled me up, nothing washed away all of my fears and erased my body from this earth. I was still here, still breathing, suspended, somehow, in mid air.

I opened my eyes, trying to make sense of my sudden suspension of gravity.

Instead of the cold, I felt warm, strong arms wrapped securely around my waist, holding me away from the water, keeping me on that ledge. After a moment or two, they pulled me down from the ledge even, setting me down safely on the cobblestone bridge. My eyes were wide with shock, my breathing shallow and uneven, my heart racing in my chest. I felt someone's face suddenly drop on to my shoulder, letting out a long, heated breath on the back of my neck, sending a shiver up my spine. Their grip around me never loosened for an instant, keeping me tightly against their chest.

With a shaky laugh, the stranger's voice vibrating through my frame, he breathed into my ear, "Thought I was too late for a second there."

The voice was smokey, burning through my eardrum like hot coals, a fire spreading through my veins from those low cinders. I let myself relax, melting into his heat. Had it been only seconds ago that I was wishing for the coldness of death?

Suddenly remembering myself, I steeled myself over, roughly shoving away from the stranger's arms. I took a few steps back, turning around to face him, a scowl glued to my face.

When I saw him, however, my expression faltered for a second. He had spiky, red hair with deep, black roots jutting out from his head in a windblown way. His eyes were emeralds surrounded by a layer of thick black eyelashes, tear shaped tattoos were under both of his eyes, giving him the appearance of a ridiculous clown. He was dressed head to toe in black, blending in perfectly to the night, save for his fire hair.

His features were breathtaking, to say the least. He looked devilish under the orange glow of a near by street lamp, hardly illuminating his sharp face.

I hardened myself over once again, recovering from the initial shock of...him. I drew in a shaky breath, crossing my arms over my chest and narrowing my eyes at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing," I shouted.

A hurt look filled those green eyes, confusion evident on his face as he replied, "I was saving you."

"What if I didn't want to be saved," I bit back.

"But you were going to jump off the bridge," he stated plainly, the confusion was creeping into his tone now, "you would've drowned."

"That was the point," I snapped, looking away towards the railing I had previously been standing on. Just over the edge, I could make out the reflection of the light bouncing off the water's surface...it seemed so far away. I looked back to the red head who was staring plainly at me. His lack of expression threw me off.

"Why did you want to kill yourself," He asked, demeanor completely serious.

"That...is a complicated question," I muttered under my breath, staring at my shoes for a moment, thinking back to all the events that lead up to this drastic decision. I quickly lifted my blue gaze to stare into his emerald eyes once again as I asked him, "Why did you stop me?"

A small smirk graced his features, seeming to light up his entire face, a welcomed change from the hard expression he wore just moments ago. With a cluck of his tongue he replied, "Ah, now that's the easiest question. I'm your guardian angel, of course."

I turned around and left.

My back to him, I began to walk myself...to where, I had no idea. After the last little incident back at home, there was no way I was going back to that hell hole. I couldn't walk up to a friend's house at 2 in the morning on a thursday night, I'd get kicked out, no doubt about it. So...where would I go tonight was the big question?

While I was lost in my thoughts, trying to plan out the rest of my evening, the best one so far being to spend my measly 10 dollars i had in my back pocket wasting away over a cup of coffee at a late night restaurant, I hadn't realized who was fallowing me. That was, however, until he spoke up.

"Where are you going?"

I let out my breath in an aggravated sigh. The crazy man was fallowing me. Who the hell did he think he was "saving" me like that? Then going on the claim that he was a fucking guardian angel. Why wouldn't he just leave me the hell alone!

"I don't know," I replied through gritted teeth.

"Well, why don't you come home with me?"

I wheeled on him, coming up only inches away from him, glaring defiantly into his bright, green eyes. With a scowl I asked, "What are you, some kind of freaky pedophile who likes to pick up little boys?"

With a crooked grin he shook his head and replied, "Nah, I already told you. I'm your guardian angel."

I groaned, spinning around on my heel to continue walking again off into the distant night. I didn't want to admit that I actually did, in fact, need his help because in all reality I had no where else to go. My family, or so they claimed to be, probably wouldn't even open the front door for me. I had to face it...I was pretty much a bum at this point. My temper was flaring at this moment though, due to this red head's utter stupidity, and I refused to admit anything. "Not again with the 'guardian angel' thing."

"Whaddya mean," He asked, running up to walk by my side. He was leaning over in my face, trying to see my expression, but I kept my eyes securely downwards. "I'm not lying if that's what you're thinking. I was really sent by the higher ups. Face it kid, I'm stuck with you and you're stuck with me."

"Like hell," I snapped, taking a sharp right down another path out of the park and onto a street sidewalk. They were virtually empty save for a few late night drunkards who just wanted to forget they had wives to go home to. Unfortunately for me, he turned sharply on his heel and ran to catch up with my brisk pace.

"So if you're not gunna bunk with me," he trailed off in a lofty voice, "then where are ya gunna go? Home?"

"No," I spat.

"Friend's house?"

"No," my reply was sullen.

"Family member of any kind?"

I was silent.

"So...basically all you have left is me, right," He concluded, fishing around for something in the pockets of his black jeans. I looked over at him to see what it was. He pulled out a cigarette and placed the elegant looking stick into his mouth, at the same moment whipping out a lighter and flashing it across his face, a spark igniting for a split second in the darkness of the night. I watched, waiting for him to spark it again to light his cigarette, but he merely put it away. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion...until I saw the end lighting up with dull cinders.

"How did you do that," I asked softly.

He looked over at me, curious to see what I was talking about. With a knowing smirk, he tapped the ashes off the end and stuck the butt back in his mouth. "It's magic."

I rolled my eyes and continued walking, "So you're a guardian angel sent from heaven to watch over me...who smokes."

"I've got a couple of piercings too," he replied, a wicked smile on his face, "wanna see em?"

I blanched and smacked his arm.

He rubbed his wounded arm with an amused look, turning his face to the sky above us where the stars twinkled coldly in the distance, not bothering with petty, human life. With a deep sigh he told me, "It's the mystery of earth. Human vices got to me." He turned his face to look at me long and hard with those emerald eyes once again. "So kid, you gunna bunk with me or not?"

I didn't reply for an extended amount of time, trying in vain to prolong the moment until I would have to surrender to this stranger's will. We continued walking as I held my breath. I knew that if I released it, it would come out as a white flag.

"Blondie," he finally asked, poking me in the side.

I released the air with a tormented, "Fine!"

A huge, lopsided grin stole over his face; wide, green eyes were sparkling with his sudden enthusiasm as my surrender finally registered in his brain. He dropped his cigarette to the ground, rubbing it firmly into the concrete. Suddenly, his long, lanky arms swept me up in a vice grip of a hug, crushing me to his chest as he chuckled lightly. After my initial moment of shock, I started to struggle again his hold, kicking my legs, trying to break free...but eventually gave up on that as well. I felt broken all of a sudden. My moment of freedom back on the bridge felt so far away...

"Alright, kid, lets get some food in you," he finally said, setting me back on my feet so I could breathe. "I'll bet you're starving, near death experiences and everything. I'll show you my favorite late night place. Come on, stop looking so morose, you're not 6 feet under water and I'm not castrated because of it, so count your blessings for the both of us."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I dead panned, "And my name's not kid, or blondie. It's Roxas."

With a crooked, devilish smile, he winked at me and replied, "Nice to meet ya Roxas. Name's Axel."

My was face falling by degrees as I realized I had just given up to him of all the random strangers in the world. There was something about him that just generally irked me. I felt like I had to win against him somehow...but I just lost. Now I was at his mercy and I couldn't imagine any other place I would rather not be.

He's got a rotten attitude. But hey, with good reason.