I need to just stop and settle on one story. Seriously. This is maybe the third one I've thought of. I like the idea of this one, though, so I plan on finishing it.

Disclaimer: I do not own KH or any of the characters or places mentioned therein. Those belong solely to Squeenix and Disney.

Summary: I didn't know what love was until you showed me. And all it took was for me to get Abandoned. Axel x OC.

The cold rain stung his face as he continued walking down the sidewalk. He hated weather like this. This was nothing like he had experienced on his missions. This was seriously cold stuff. He wondered if it could kill him; he'd never been in it before.

He had pulled his hood up over his fiery red hair in an effort to shield him from the freezing downpour, but it was in vain. The poor weather had already soaked through his black trench coat, chilling him to the bone.

He was worried about his own internal temperature as well right about now. He used to joke around with Demyx and Roxas that a fever for him was well over 200 Fahrenheit. His average was probably around 180 for a fire element; right now he guessed it had dropped to somewhere in the hundred-teens. Any lower, he decided, and he might have some problems. He couldn't even light a small fire in the palm of his hand, he was so cold.

He raised his hand, trying to flag down one of the many passing cars. Maybe someone would be kind enough to stop and let him climb inside to dry off and warm up. The complete opposite happened; they either ignored him or some would swing close and drive through a puddle, splashing him and soaking his clothes even more.

His entire body gave a violent shiver in a desperate attempt to warm itself. What had he done to deserve this? His mind traveled back to the events of the day:

Xemnas had announced earlier that day he was going to be away for a few months for some research about the Heartless in the surrounding worlds. While he was away, he was appointing Vexen the Superior until his return. This would give Vexen every last power he had as Superior.

Axel swore he had never seen Vexen grin in such a way in his entire…Nobody life. He thought it best to just stay away from him, lest he remember what he almost did to him.

He had done his best the entire day just to keep himself out of Vexen's line of sight and avoid any sort of contact. Maybe if he kept away from him long enough, he'd forget about everything that happened.

He had barely rounded a corner when he heard "Ah, Axel. There you are."

Something inside Axel seemed to freeze and crash through to the floor when he heard his name being said by the voice of the man he had worked so hard to evade.

Axel forced himself to turn around and face Vexen. "You were looking for me?" he asked almost hesitantly.

"Yes. Please come with me."

Axel followed behind him, afraid of what was going to happen next. He found himself being led into a room that looked somewhat like a conference hall; not the Great Hall he was most familiar with. Marluxia, Larxene, Roxas, and Demyx were there with him.

"So….what's going on in here…a meeting?"

"If you want to call it that, yes," he said in a voice that seemed almost icier than usual. He drummed his fingers on the table and firmly stated "I'm thinking about having you Abandoned."

Axel tried to stifle the gasp that passed his lips; the rest did nothing to make sure theirs weren't heard. Being Abandoned is the worst fate next to death that can befall any Nobody. The Superior in charge at the time of Abandonment forces the Nobody being Abandoned to leave and be sent to a place of the Superior's choosing. The place is usually one that conflicts with the Nobody's element to make them weaker, eventually killing them if they are unfortunate. Even if they do live, they are never allowed to return.

"If this is about Axel trying to kill you, I already told you I had told him to do it!" Marluxia shouted."And he didn't even go through with it!"

"But he would have, and that makes him dangerous. I can't allow him to live under the same roof as the rest of us knowing he's more than capable of doing it again. And who knows who will be the target next time."

"You know Axel wouldn't do that!"

"There's no use in standing up for him, Larxene. I've already made my decision. He leaves tonight."

"But….but…give him another chance."

"He had another chance before I got word of his plans to kill me. I think he's wasted it. He leaves tonight. No exceptions."

Two hours later Vexen opened the portal that would send Axel to his new "home". The rest of the Organization had gathered to see him off, many of them surprised that Vexen would stoop to such a level.

Axel approached the portal then turned around to get one last look. Many had looks of despair, wondering if this would be the beginning of the end for the rest of them, should they all get Abandoned before Xemnas managed to return.

A closer look showed that Larxene had tears streaming down her face. He swore it was the first time he had ever seen the Savage Nymph cry. Roxas and Demyx looked just as upset.

"Get going," Vexen ordered with a sneer. Axel turned to glare at him, then with one last look as a way to say "farewell," he stepped into the portal. Within seconds he was gone.

'Nothing,' he thought. 'I did absolutely nothing to deserve this.'

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­"Goodness, what horrible weather," said a woman in her mid forties while looking out the window at the ever increasing downpour. "It's knocking the leaves right off the trees."

She turned to her son, a much younger boy who was the splitting image of her. "Go downstairs and check the pump, or we'll be flooded and forced to vacuum it all up." He nodded and quickly disappeared to do what was asked of him.

She continued her work, preparing dinner, alongside her much older daughter. Unlike her son, she was an exact copy of her father, save for her trim figure and long brown hair compared to his short, curly, afro-like hair. She had just finished college and was now working as a teacher's aide at the elementary school in town. She still lived with her mother because her father had passed away years ago, and she needed to help care for her younger brother. She didn't mind it, herself; she barely had enough as it was to rent an apartment, let alone move out.

The rain hammered a little harder against the windows. The daughter looked up. "I'd feel terrible if anyone was caught outside in that."

"I hope no one's stupid enough to do that," the mother said plainly.

"Mom, you're being insensitive."

"I'm stating a fact, Jenna."

The younger boy ran back up the stairs. "The pump wasn't even on, so I fixed it. The hole's fine too, and the hoses."

"Thank you Joel. I really didn't want to have to camp out downstairs like we did the last time."

"Me either. When's dinner?"

"Not for awhile, now shoo." He went into the living room and turned on the TV, sitting near the window. He put his hand on the glass. "It's cold…"

"It's a cold rain, let's hope it doesn't freeze anything," the mother chuckled.

'Or anyone,' the girl couldn't help adding.

Axel wanted to give up. There was no use trying anymore. He was attempting to dry himself off by ducking underneath overhangs, but he kept getting shooed away. "Go someplace else, you punk," they called to him. So far he'd been chased away from two gas stations, a discount store, and a bar.

His arms wrapped around his body as he continued walking. He felt cold, weak, and tired. He wished he could just stop and rest somewhere, but he was afraid of being shooed again.

He looked up from the ground and saw he had entered a sort of cul-de-sac. Maybe someone here would let him just stay under an awning until the rain passed. He went towards the house with the biggest roof and approached the stairs.

'Please,' he begged. 'Just let me stay right here. That's all I ask.' He settled down under the awning by the stairs, leaning up against them. His whole body was still shaking and shivering as he curled up against the wall. At least he was out of the rain at last. He pulled his hood down lower and tried to keep every last inch of him inside his long coat.

"Momma," the young boy said from the living room, "there's a strange guy outside. I saw him come up the driveway."

"Are you sure it wasn't the reflection from the TV?" she asked him.

"Uh-uh. He walked right up the driveway and disappeared behind the stairs. He's in all black."

"I'll go take a look," Jenna offered. "If I have to, I'll scare him off."

She walked into the breezeway and peeked out the window. Sure enough, there was a big black lump lying up against the stairs.

She opened the door. "Hey! What do you think you're doing down there?" She got no reply. "Hello?" she asked, moving a bit closer, but very carefully.

She got to the bottom of the stairs and came a bit closer. She reached out and touched him. "You're ice cold….who are you?"

She reached up for his hood and slowly pulled it back. She was greeted by a pair of vivid green eyes and a flurry of red hair. She let out a gasp.

"Mom! Make some extra room and get another set of clothes, and quickly! It's one of those guys from the Organization! The fiery one! And he's freezing to death!"

Well, there you go. I'm working on the second chapter as we speak, so we'll get to continue regardless of reviews.

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