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Disclaimer: The only thing I own is a dime, this Roxel plushie, and some lint.

Warning: If you actually played the game you would know this is BoyXBoy, and is extremely dangerous to the eyes, and brain. Side affects may include, massive squealing, doujinishi's, you becoming a pervert, and of course, pie. Because the cake is a lie.

Enjoy!~

I expected something a little less violent then this, but honestly. The kids' parents were literally mangled, not to mention one of them was scalped. Weird thing was...

There was nobody around, just the kid, and the kid was just staring at his parents bodies with a blank expression, to tell you the truth it kind of scared me that the kid was just staring at them, no crying, no heavy breathing, not even talking, he was just standing there, like a motionless robot who had just lost his batteries.

Another weird thing was, his parents bodies seem to have claw marks on them, it couldn't have been an animal though. But, I wonder if this kid has any relatives to take him in. It wouldn't be bright to just leave him to fend for himself, he was as short as a twelve year old, and I was pretty sure he wouldn't go up to another person for help.

"Hey, kid." What a bright way to put it, I am so nice.

No reply.

"You there, bud?"

No reply...

"Hey, listen to people when they're talking to you."

No. Freaking. Reply.

I sighed, placing a hand to my hair, and slightly messing it up, before it went right back up to it's normal, weird-looking, self.

"Literally kid, you're parents just died, and you're not replying, do you have any relatives that can take you in? You can just nod, if you want." Hopefully that did something, but honestly, he looked as if he were in another world. His dark blue eyes had no emotion what-so-ever, and the only phyiscal thing he was doing was breathing.

But then he turned around, and started staring at me.

That made everything a lot creepier, I'll tell you that. He looked pitiful, worn out, and beaten, he had dark bags under his eyes, and blood was everywhere, and there was something I didn't notice in his hand, a bunny doll, with button eyes, held by the arm.

Strange.

"You're not going to answer anytime soon, so come on." I walked over to him, and grabbed his hand, he actually showed a little emotion, fear, well that wasn't good can't have the kid fearing me, but that wasn't important right now, he was ice cold, and obviously he couldn't get sent to an orphanage like this.

We finally stopped when we got to the police car, I opened the door for him, and yet again, he just stared.

"What never seen a car before?" I didn't laugh this time, honestly, this kid had to have seen a car before, I mean everyone has, but he just looked at it as if it were the first thing he'd ever seen.

He actually did something! I'll have to write that down! Good job, Axel! We're already progessing! Too bad the only thing he did was shake his head.

"Just get in," I sighed, "I'll put the seat belt on you, or atleast help you put the seat belt on." He stepped in, slowly, sitting down on the seat, and surprisingly buckling in his seat belt by himself, he must have had SOME brains.

I got in to, buckling in my own seat belt, and starting the car, before driving out of the scene, heading towards my apartment. I wasn't poor, but I wasn't rich either. I had gotten kicked out of my house right when I turned eighteen because lets face it, my parents hated me, and I hated them, I wonder if this kid hated his parents.

"They weren't my real parents you know." Oh my god, the kid actually spoke, I wanted to get up and hug something for that, but I couldn't because I was driving. But, his voice sounded soft, slightly choked out, but it was there, the only problem was he was whispering, and I had a feeling he was in a pretty deep state of shock.

"Oh, yeah?" I looked into the mirrior, staring at the kid for awhile, now that I thought about it, he had the face of a fourteen year old, but I doubt he was that old.

"My real parents neglected me, before child services came and took my to an orphanage, there I was beat up, until I finally got adopted several times, all in which the parents died, and I kept getting sent back, each death was a different way, this one just so happens to be one of the less violent, so you can thank the murderer for that." He said in a monotone voice, and honestly, less violent?

"What was the most violent one you could remember?" I hated asking, but I had a feeling that I was going to ask sooner or later anyway, better to ask now then later.

"Completly chopped up, as if they were a piece of salami."

I literally felt like vomiting after that, that was disgusting, and obviously someone is stalking the kid, it wouldn't be safe to put him back in an orphanage, and I felt bad for the kid, and for some reason didn't really want him to go anyway.

"I'll tell you what, you can stay at my place, until we get you to your relatives, deal?" I looked back at him again, well atleast in the mirrior I was looking at him.

"I don't have any relatives." He replied again, once again in a dead voice, that seemed to sting everytime he spoke.

"Oh yeah, that's right you're an orphan, fine. I'll see what I can do."

If only it was that easy, I had to find a secret orphanage, for smart people. The only orphanages around here were, extremely open orphanages, for dumb kids, who lost there parents, due to idiotic redneck accidents.

We finally got to the apartment complex, and I got out, strolled over to his door, opened his door, grabbed his hand, and off to the stairs we went.

The place was a mess, poor kid. The cat must've seen that squirrel again, and went on one of his crazy rampages, the kid however strolled right in and sat on the couch, as if he were already completly at home.

"Hey, kid. What's your name?"

"Roxas."

"The names, Axel, got it memorized?"

He better have.

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