Title: Guarding me
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: T/M?
Cat: Games
Sub: KH
Summary: HaynerXRoxas Hayner's life was pretty messed up—his dad left, his mom was depressed, and his best friends were now engaged. And to top it all off, he now has an angel following him.
Disclaimer: KH © Squeenix
Chapter one: Mission
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When most people picture heaven, they see angels in white robes with elegant wings. They fly amongst the clouds in all their grandeur.
Well, hate to burst your bubble, but in this story, they don't.
DOOM!
In this story, Heaven isn't much different than Earth—it's just cleaner. It has streets and homes for each of the angels to live in (and no, the streets aren't paved with gold…). In the south end of Paradise Avenue, there's a large building, where the Archangels delivered guardianship to the younger, inexperienced angels. In this meeting, the Archangels were Xemnas, Saix, Luxord, and Xigbar. Their assignments: Namine, Zexion, Demyx, and Roxas. Namine specialized in the power of foresight, Zexion had speed, Demyx used the power of music to keep control of the elements, and Roxas was the bearer of light—meaning he was a natural happiness. Each of these angels was being sent to Earth to watch and take care of an Earthling. Namine was assigned to a young red-head by the name of Kairi, who was with an abusive fiancé and pregnant. Zexion was to watch over a body builder by the name of Lexaeus. Demyx was to aid a way-ward young man by the name of Axel, and guide him back to the light. And this left Roxas.
"Roxas," Archangel Xemnas, muttered, glancing over Roxas' file. The light angel was shorter than the others, possibly one of the shortest angels around, but had a spirit to counter the Seraph. He tucked his hands behind his back, gazing up with eyes the color of the ocean, his disheveled hair jabbing in all directions. "Hmm…our angel of light…We will send you to this young man."
A small file appeared in Roxas' hands. Opening it, he saw a picture of a young man, 19 at the oldest, with platinum blond hair and syrup-colored eyes. He stared at it for a few minutes before reading the file.
Name: Hayner Toshi
Age: 19(I was right, Roxas thought)
Birth date: November twenty-third, Nineteen Eighty-eight
Parents: Dante and Nira Toshi
Siblings: None
Best Friends: Olette Hikiri and Pence Ota
Roxas then gazed confusedly at Xemnas. "Sir…why does he need me? He seems to be fine…"
Xigbar smiled. "This guy needs a little ray of sunshine. His dad's a flake, his mom's emo, and his best friends are so absorbed with each other it's disgusting. He's just a bit too upset. We want to keep him from steering to the road of darkness early. And that's where your little ball of sunshine comes in."
The blond stared, his wings twitching slightly in earnest. "I just need to keep him in line?"
"Simply put," Luxord sighed, "Yes."
"Now go forth," Xemnas told the young angels. "We shall contact you through the mirrors." As he said it, small hand-held mirrors (color coded) materialized in their hands. "Guide the strays…"
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"Oh, shut the fuck up! I'll be back later!" Hayner Toshi wasn't exactly the happiest of people when he slammed the door to his house shut. His mother was getting paranoid that he was going to leave her like his father did(the low-life bastard). And quite frankly, he was tired of her sobbing over it when his father had been gone for six years—he wasn't coming back. He ran a gloved hand through platinum locks, growling slightly. His black combat boots pounded on the pavement as he walks toward sunset station, where he was supposed to meet his best friends: Pence Ota and Olette Hikiri. The silver chains attached to his black jeans sparkled in the low sunlight. He pulled at his black tank top, fanning himself in the summer heat—this summer had been the worst in Hayner's memory.
The nineteen year old growled as his phone began to ring. "For God's sake, mom! Leave me alone!" He then shifted the ringer to silent, preferring not to rant to his mother again.
"You know, Hayner, you should say the Lord's name in vain. It's not polite."
The blond turned lightly, facing the voice. The young man was shorter than he, with Cerulean irises and a mass of blond hair that went all over. He was wearing a black tank top, and a short sleeved jacket with checked patterns. His pants fell to the floor. A smile plastered itself to the teen's face. "Who are you?" Hayner asked, after a moment's hesitation. "And how do you know my name?"
The young man held out a pale hand. "My name is Roxas. I'm your guardian angel."