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Summary: After a deadly accident, Axel finds himself acting as a guardian over an abrasive blond kid named Roxas. And he accidentally opens the door to the undead. Oops.

Pairings: Akuroku, Soriku

Disclaimer: D: seriously? I only wish I owned them. If I did, the game will be filled with boy love.

Well, this sucks

Prologue

He was not particularly good, nor was he particularly bad. There were times when he had done great deeds, and times when he experienced a lapse of judgment.

If one were to ask a close friend of his about his character, their remarks would vary.

The boy with a mullet-Mohawk had cheerfully piped, "Oh! He is such a great guy! He always helps me out!" The mullet boy paused for a moment. "…Though, there was that one time at a Christmas party…" Whatever was said afterwards was lost because of his mouth traveling more than 100 mph. But there was something about a flamethrower, a gerbil, and a CD by a group called Toy-Box.

A flowery boy with a love for anything pink had said, with a huff, "He's an inconsiderate jerk. He set my lovely, prize winning petunias on fire just to see if the fire would change color!" He had given another huff before cooing to his orchids.

In another account, a slate haired boy with a giant book had said, "…whatever." One would later find that the not-good-nor-bad boy had helped the slate haired boy get rid of some pent up…frustrations. One would also find that the slate haired boy had a thing for a certain mullet-Mohawk boy. So when not-good-nor-bad boy had caught whiff of this juicy piece of news, he had set up a perfect plan. It involved a Christmas party, a flamethrower, a gerbil, and a CD by a group called Toy-Box.

He was a nice boy; he had helped when he saw it fit to do so. He had gone out of his way to do things others had ignored. But because of his trouble making ways and an unhealthy obsession with fire, he was in a bit of a predicament.

Some believe that when you die you either go to Heaven or Hell. Those who are good will undoubtedly go to Heaven. Those who are bad will burn in the fiery pits of Hell forevermore. Some believe that there is a middle named Purgatory. Others believe such a thing doesn't exist. So if the middle doesn't exist, where would one go if they go to neither Heaven nor Hell?

Now, our not-good-nor-bad boy had just tripped out of his house (he really should put his shoes away) and hopped off his porch at precisely 11:36 a.m. He was supposed to meet a mullet-mohawk boy at precisely 11:57 a.m. (because round numbers were over-rated) at some café with a mouse head as its emblem. He was a bit late, for the walk took about 32 minutes and 23 seconds. He had timed himself once.

He had either two options: Walk and endure a hissy fit that would probably last longer than he'd like from his mullet friend, or he could sprint and hope he would make it.

He had gone with the latter.

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Hollow Bastion was a bustling city full of fast paced inhabitants. No one had much time to look around; everyone was rather busy with their own lives. So no one took notice of a small girl running out on to the busy streets yelling, "Ms. Foofoo! Where are you going?" Ms. Foofoo, who was a stuffed rabbit in a bright yellow floral dress, had tumbled out into the streets, jerking farther away as each car passed by.

It was at this moment that our main boy had turned a corner and noticed the small girl running out. It didn't take long for the scene to register, and soon his long legs had moved on its own accord towards the little girl.

The scene felt like it was playing in slow motion. Yet, it had happened so fast no one could really fully explain what happened.

Most people had said something about a red blob zooming past them, jumping onto the streets, and pushing a girl to the sidewalk. The next thing they know it there was a loud bang and a lanky, tall boy with wild red hair had flown about 8 feet back.

Not too far away, a blond mullet head wondered why his friend was so late; it was precisely 11:58 a.m.

His head hurt. His head hurt like hell.

He let out an overly loud moan, trying to wait for his monstrous headache to subside a little.

There was a small gasp, followed by a sugary voice stating, "Oh my gosh! Look, he's up!" Someone grunted in response.

He heard footsteps pattering nearby; the person was getting closer. Then, the footsteps stopped. A few seconds later, he felt someone poke his head rather harshly.

He let out another moan. Without thinking much of it, he opened his eyes quickly, ready to give the attacker a beating. He yelped at the sudden bright light that greeted him.

Why was the room so damn bright? After rubbing his eyes and waiting for them to adjust, he got up and looked around.

It looked like… a receptionist room. Except, it didn't have all those old magazines scattered across a table. And it was white, very white.

He then noticed two people looking at him. Well, one was glaring and chewing on a toothpick.

The first person, who he assumed to be the attacker, was a short, hyper looking girl. She had short black hair with a black headband, and had happy brown eyes. She also seemed to like to show her stomach and legs.

The second person was a gruffy looking man who had short blond hair and wore goggles. It also looked like he wasn't much of a smiler. His feet were propped up on a desk in front of him. Next to him were a computer (which was also white) and a pile of discarded, chewed toothpicks.

"Yer Axel, right?" The gruffy man said, looking at the confused, and semi blind red head standing in front of him.

Axel would have usually thought of some smart alec come back, but due to the circumstances (him being confused and his head still throbbing up a storm), he had just gave a slow nod. The grumpy man grunted again. He brought his feet back, turned around and sifted through a bunch of files below the desk.

The short haired girl suddenly appeared in front of him and gave him a bright smile.

"Hi! I'm Yuffie!" She said, offering a hand to Axel, who took it reluctantly. "Mr. Grumpy over there is Cid. He's not that bad once you get to know him, but he's not very social. You see this one time…"

Axel chose to tune her out. He really did have to sort out his problem, which was, where the hell was he? The last thing he remembered was running to get to Demyx on time and something about a small girl and a large bang.

Oh god, Demyx. He was so going to kill him for being late.

"Hey! You aren't even listening to me!" Yuffie huffed, breaking Axel out of his train of thought.

"Yeah, that's great. Listen, I really have to go. I'm late meeting my friend and I-" Axel started.

"Oh! Oh no! We didn't tell you!" Yuffie gasped.

Axel gave her a questioning look. "Tell me what?"

"Well….Uh… You see… You…Uh…"

"Yer dead kid." Cid interjected.

"Cid!" Yuffie exclaimed. "You aren't supposed to be so blunt about it!"

"No use beatin' aroun' the bush, kid." He discarded his toothpick, placing it among the pile. He pushed out of his chair and walked over to Axel, who was staring blankly at him. "Look, here's yer file. Whatcha gotta do is go through those doors back there. You'll get to this huge room an' you'll see some guy standin' behin' some desk. Just give 'im this file and tell 'im yer name. Got it?" Cid handed him the files.

Axel blinked stupidly at him.

"Yer a smart one aren't ya?" Cid scoffed. He grabbed Axel by the collar and led him to the doors. "Hurry up ya punk." He gave Axel a swift kick out the door.

Axel blinked at the closed doors….What the hell is happening?

And there's the prologue! Please review! And no flames please.

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