Whilst walking down the narrow sidewalk, trying to backtrack his steps towards a place he knows he shouldn't have been in the first place, much less going back to, Roxas was on red alert. His head was flipping this way and that, his eyes darting from one moving object to the other, not really resting on anything in particular, his mind moving faster than he himself could follow.

He knew what he was doing was wrong, and he know what he should be doing, but so help him, he wouldn't let Sora have died for nothing. He could accept the fact that Sora had died, but he couldn't accept that Sora, sweet, innocent, fun, giggly, bubbly personality-ed SORA, was murdered, and his murderers would never see the inside of a cell. That couldn't happen. Not while Roxas was around to avenge his little brother.

Roxas was now turning corners without paying attention to which street he was turning on. A building he recognized, and knew shouldn't be on his way back caught his attention, and his head snapped up. Shit! he thought. How the hell did I end up on the wrong side of downtown?

With an exasperated and quite frustrated sigh, he heaved himself around and started back the way he just came.

He ran his fingers gently through his hair as he stopped for a second and leaned against a brick building. He needed to calm down, or he wouldn't be able to do what he so desperately needed to. He reached into his pocket, trying not to disturb the pocket with the bullets in it, and grabbed out his pack of cigarettes. As he put it up to his mouth and lit it, he smiled as he recalled Sora's voice, saying the sentence he always said when he saw Roxas spark up a bogey.

Roxas, no! Sara usually tried to grab the cigarette out of Roxas' hand at this point. Those are so bad for you, I can't even begin to explain! Put it out, Roxas! Put it out now! Do you want to die from lung cancer, or end up like one of those people on those God awful commercials on television? You'll have a hole in your throat or end up green and moldy looking! Put it out!

Roxas had heard that speech more than once, and by the time Sora was done yelling at him, his cigarette was almost gone anyways, so he flicked it. When Sora was alive, he hated hearing him say that. He hated when his younger brother tried to preach to him about how "Bad he was being and just how bad his bad habits were", but at that moment in time, as tears started to well up in Roxas' eyes, he wished he could hear that speech just once more. He wished he could hear Sora's laughter, or see Sora's smile for a last time.

As Roxas felt the tear stream down his face, he became enraged. He puffed on the cigarette one last time and scowled at it as he flicked it into the road. He pushed himself off the wall, and started towards the docks with more anger inside himself than he thought possible, and he knew what he wanted, no. What he needed to do, and by God, he was going to do it.

He clenched his fists tighter as he walked at a brisk pace towards his destination. His mind no longer swirled, but was focused on the task at hand.

No one will stop me. Roxas thought to himself.
No one CAN stop me.
Nothing can go wrong.
I know what I'm doing.
I will…

Roxas' train on thought was interrupted when a not so small hand grasped his wrist, and started leading him away from the direction he was walking, and was dragged into an alley. As he was being pulled, he looked at the man pulling him, and was startled. Roxas wasn't gay, but the tall, slender, flame red haired man with bright, emerald eyes had to have been the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. His body was thin, but muscular. His eyes sparkled in the darkness of the alley, and Roxas could tell they would sparkle even more in the sun. His hair was the brightest red he'd ever seen, but it fit the man. Roxas would have known if he'd ever seen him before, and he hadn't.

Although the mans appearance distracted Roxas slightly, when he came back to reality, the man had him pinned against a wall, and that infuriated Roxas, but at the same time, he was also worried for his life, for his family.

Who was this man? What did he want? Why did he choose Roxas?

That's when the man spoke.

"Just what in the HELL do you think you're doing?" The flame head said. Roxas looked at him, confused and worried. "Let me GO!" Roxas urged as he tried to flail his arms and legs at the man, but it was useless. The man might look slender, but he sure was strong. Roxas gave up the losing battle and just stood there, staring at the man. "What do you want? I don't have any jewelry, and I only have $20 on me. I don't use credit cards. I have a family. Please, have mercy on me.." As Roxas trailed off on the last line, he looked into the red head's eyes, and he could have sworn there was a tinge of hurt.

"Look, man. I don't want anything from you. I don't want your money or your family, or anything. What I want…." The emerald eyed man trailed off, and looked at the ground for a moment, like he didn't know what he wanted. "Listen. I know what you're on your way to do, I know you feel like you have to, but trying to kill those men won't bring Sora back, Roxas! Can't you see that?" The man spoke slightly louder than he meant to, and he looked away.

"How do you know my name? How do you know about Sora? Who are you? WHAT are you?" Roxas demanded.

With a sigh, the red head put Roxas down. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle. "Nothing I'm doing is working. Nothing is changing. Why do you have to be so hard headed?" The red head asked without actually wanting an answer.

He lifted the bottle, took out the cork, and put a pill in his hand. "I'm sorry. You'll thank me eventually." He put the bottle safely back in his trench coat pocket, then grabbed Roxas.

As the red head tried to shove what ever was in his hand, that Roxas couldn't see, in his mouth, Roxas fought. He had no idea what it was, and had no intention of finding out, but it seemed like the red head knew what he was going to do before he was going to do it. How is he managing this? Roxas thought to himself as he swung for the red head and missed. Then, the red head backed up, and Roxas began wondering what was going on. Before Roxas thought the entire sentence, the red head closed the distance between them with a jump, and was on top of Roxas.

It was easier for the emerald eyed man to get the pill in Roxas' mouth once he had jumped on him. He got it in his mouth, then got off of him.

As Roxas lay staring at the man, the man spoke to him. "I'm sorry, but it had to be this way. You'll know why in a short time. The name is Axel. Got it memorized?" The man pointed to his temple, the turned around and started walking. Roxas found himself unable to move, and unable to speak. He was slowly but surely losing consciousness when the man turned once more.

"Maybe one day, I'll be able to explain this all to you. Dtí go chéad uair eile a*." He then winked, and walked away as Roxas lost all consciousness.

Dtí go chéad uair eile a: Irish, meaning Until next time.

So haii :D This happens to be the first story EVER for me to upload! :D So, for when she DOES read this, I'd LOVE to give a huge thanks to Raiden Amour, my lovely best friend/roommate/super hero pal. :3

I know I left with a LOT of mystery, sort of. And I apologize for any mistakes that I may have made, and this chapter might be a bit short, but that's the first chapter. ^.^

The rest of the story to be uploaded will be BEFORE all this happens to go down. I know, I know. Might be a bit confusing. But, please bear with me.

That is, of course, assuming anyone reads this.. Aaaand now I feel like I'm talking to myself.. xD

Anyways, just in case some one DOES read this, fanksss. :3

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