Hi, everyone. So uh, something went wrong when I uploaded this story and I have it all set out and nice looking and now I find out that everything I had done to it did not happen or save or whatever. Anyway, this is new territory for me as I am not an expert on Kingdom Hearts. In the names below you will see that Xaldin now has a proper name, sorry for the inconvenience.

I added this character thing at the start as a clarification for you as much as me :) stupid I know but I thought it would be alright to see who's who in this story. Also, you will see that Sora appears twice in both lists. This will make more sense as the story progresses. Another thing I wanted to say was that the colours of characters do not in any way have significance in terms of connection between them eg: Marly and Axel are both red but this has no significance.

As always, please review after you read so that I can see if this story has potential and don't hesitate to critique if I have something that offends maniac fans of KH. I'd like to stick to the true characters as the only connection to the fandom will be them.

Please enjoy, muso-artist.

God/Satan: Xemnas the Lord Father (White)

Angels:

Sora the Full Moon (Silver)

Marluxia the Thorned Rose (Red)

Lexaeus the Fortress (Brown)

Zexion the Mysterious Scholar (Grey)

Demyx the Sloth Minstrel (Blue)

Roxas the Blazing Sun (Gold)

Xion the Dark Cloak (Black)

Demons:

Sora the Cresent Moon (Silver)

Saix the Quiet Servant (Blue)

Vexen the Cunning (Green)

Axel the Firey Assasin (Red)

Larxene the Decietful Mistress (Yellow)

Luxord the Gambler (Brown)

Xigbar the Masked Traitor (Grey)

Xaldin the Silent Gale (Purple)

Chapter_1: The Silver Angel

Pale, milky eyes stared down at him through a haze of smoggy air, reluctant to tear themselves away even as he ran awkwardly past scattered bodies and trash cans that had spilled over with garbage and whatnot. He was panicked and scared witless, so basically he was shitting himself.

Just the way he liked it.

With the current legal system of the modern day world, one might believe that killing other people were a crime.

Sora believed it was a sin.

He opened his wings with a thunderous crack and swooped down into the alleyway, the tips of his feathers brushing past rusting fire escapes and cracked, dark windows. There was barely a hushed whisper as he descended, flaring his magnificent wings to land gracefully atop an overhanging clothes line. A touch of silver laced each softly white feather, so that what little light did find its way into the alley was dancing across his form like starlight.

Sora watched as the terrified man scuttled his way closer to him, ignorant of the fact that Sora was already standing in front of him. He shot jittery glances behind him trying to spot the monster that had attack them, making sweat drops flick off in wayward directions. However, he had also completely forgotten about concentrating on what he was doing and ended up kissing the cement after careening into a trash can. Sora couldn't help but laugh as he stepped off the clothesline and onto the ground as though eight feet were a meager distance.

The man lifted his face, spitting out blood and broken chips of teeth to look Sora in the face. He had disheveled, dirty blonde hair cropped short against his scalp and knotted scars across his pock marked face. There was some kind of primal expression he was wearing that could only be described as fearful, raging hate. He wiped his sleeve over his mouth and spat once more, as though it would somehow intimidate him.

"Freak! Go back to the fucked up hellpit you came from!" Then as if to emphasize his distaste he spat once more at Sora's feet. A dark expression spread across his face and he had neatly folded his wings behind him. His rich brown hair froze and his lips pursed as he clenched his fists tightly.

"You have been charged with the murder of the Finwhick family and young Mr. Jerrith. You will be judged before Him."

The man laughed from deep with his throat, giving it a gratingly hoarse sound. It echoed off the bricks that lined the deserted buildings either side of the alley, making it seem even more creepy and ethereal. Sora was all about the ethereal. Suddenly a stunningly intense light blazed around the man, engulfing him in a white inferno. His horrible chuckles were immediately cut off, replaced by screams and guttural choking.

"Gerard Darcy, you have been found guilty. In the power of the Lord Almighty, I sever the strings that bind you to this world and hereby banish you. You may never return." The screaming then faltered and became a long, moaning wail. The heavenlight faded and the shade of Gerard Darcy was drawn from his body and dissolved into nothingness.

Sora turned away and bowed his head, bringing his hands together in prayer.

Lord have mercy, forgive my sins.

Let blood not fall from your children.

Bless them with your favor as you have blessed me.

Give me the strength and courage to continue,

So that I may rid your world of the sin of man.

His pearl-white eyes opened once he finished and his wings spread once more. Time for his next victim.

The warehouse was always a safe place for him and the others. But he had never seen it as a place of security. On the outside, it was as plain and greywashed as every other warehouse in the district. Zexion always said to them, "Where do you hide a tree? In a forest." Still, there was no energy in the place and if the condition it was in was any indication that this dead space was long deserted and forgotten.

As he glided closer and closer to a particular building, one that was close enough to the harbor but still as inconspicuous as all the warehouses. It lay uniformed in a blank, gray coat with uncharacterized grime covered windows that had shattered many years ago to reveal the empty darkness behind.

A huge roller door stood guard on the south side of the warehouse, the side Sora was flying toward. It had rusted into a sullen red/brown color and sported many holes where the rust had simply fallen away. However, there was a second layer just beneath it made of a stainless steel alloy reinforced with iron. A hatch on the inside of the warehouse was one of only two ways to open the roller door.

The other, Sora held out in his hand. The door screeched in protest until the powerful mechanism that opened and closed it kicked into gear. Sora was coming in fast and he folded his wings in, slipping through under the door before it had even reached the top. he landed squarely, brandishing his snowy wings before settling them away.

"I'm back!" he shouted to no one.

A head poked out from behind a pile of cardboard boxes. His distant expression and goggle headset let Sora know that Zexion was alive as he ever was. He was the resident metal-man who was all knowledgeable in all things iron, steel and silver. In his right hand he held a spanner and in his left some contraption he had recently constructed.

"You're here early. Did you complete your rounds?" He gestured to a room that used to have been an office and set down his spanner. "Never mind, I can show you my new invention."

"What is it this time, Zexion? A self-spinning screwdriver?" Sora sat down, resting his cheek on his fist.

"No, I already have one of those."

"Figures."

"It's a tracker, customized of course. You can now locate any Fallen, Risen or Unfortunate within a hundred mile radius." Sora perked up at the mention of this.

"That should cover the whole city."

"Exactly," sighed Zexion.

"Is anyone else back?" Sora asked, completely forgetting about the device.

"Is that all? I make your job so much more easier for you and you want to know what everyone else is doing?"

"I'm sorry, Zex. Thank you for the..."

"Locator. Simple as always," he answered for Sora.

"Thank you for the locator, Zex. Can I see it?" he asked.

"Here, but be careful. It's just a prototype." Zexion passed the device over with care, making sure that Sora also handled it with care.

"So is anyone else here?"

"No, just you and I."

"Really? Roxas and Demyx are still out? What do you think is taking them so long?" he wondered.

"They're engaged in more," he paused to search for the right word, "social indulgences."

"Figures."

"What does it matter? We're here for one reason, what someone else does is none of our concern. You would do well to remember, Sora."

Sora didn't really want to know about what Roxas and Demyx got up to, because once he had finished his rounds, Sora didn't do anything else. At all. The other boys always went out on the town or to see some big concert or just go to the movies, and almost every time manage to bring a different girl back with them. Sora always felt so awkward when he came out of his room only to bump into some random woman he'd never even met. It wasn't professional.

That was another thing. Demyx, though lazy and selfish sometimes, always introduced his tag-alongs and even stayed with the same one for at least a week. But Roxas had a different one every two or three nights. It was disgusting.

"You're right."

"Of course I am right. I'm always right," smiled Zexion.

"Fuck you," he laughed, then cried out in surprise when his chair was upended suddenly by Zexion. Sora was sprawled out on the floor, his heart pounding away as he attempted to stand back up.

The groan of the roller door alerted Sora and Zexion to the arrival of the other boys. Two figures, one smaller than the other appeared as silhouettes in the moonlit night air until they came closer to the light. The first to touch down was the taller one, who sported a mullet and a mohawk that basically stood on end because of all the gel plastered through it. He grinned broadly when he saw Sora on the floor.

"Evening, Sora. Zex. Having fun for once?"

"Hey, Demyx," Sora cringed with a grimace.

Then with a whoop, the other figure swooped in, fluttering his beautiful blonde wings with a flourish. They were the same shade as his hair; light, creamy, heavenly. Were it not for the incredibly boastful expression he wore every single day, his golden hair and wings were definitely what attracted the women. Sora always thought that Roxas' wings had been dipped in sunlight and his own were swathed in moonlight.

"I will now receive your applause," cried Roxas, spreading his wings out so that they looked more impressive.

Collective eye-roll.

"Thank-you! Thank-you! No, you are amazing!"

"Watch out, Roxas. We don't want that big head of yours to burst."

"Jealousy isn't going to get you anywhere, Sora," he smirked.

"No, I just know that I'd be the one stuck with cleaning it up." Sora turned around and walked out of the room, eager for a shower and some peace and quiet. Roxas and Demyx could have their fun, he didn't care. When he reached his room, Sora found his towel and headed for the showers.

He had only been here for just over a year and when the others found him, they had taken him back to this warehouse and that was when he found out exactly who he was. What he was. But he was lucky, they told him. Apparently, they found him in a dumpster, close to death, and that he had been muttering incoherently. Sora became good friends with Xexion, Demyx and another called Marluxia, and now it was like he had always been a part of the team.

The bathroom wasn't far from the bedrooms and he relaxed a little once the hot water loosened his tense shoulders. Sora knew he could never tell the others what he did, that it was completely against everything they all worked so hard for.

"Sora?"

"What the fuck! Roxas? What are you doing in here?"

"It's okay limpdick I'm not here for a perve. We all just wanna know if everything is okay with you. You seem a little, odd lately."

"And it couldn't wait until I got out of the shower? Not cool, man. Not cool."

"Well there was that, and the fact that I know very well you're edgy about the showers."

"Get out."

"Sheesh, fine. Well if you're feeling up to it, why don't you come out with me and Demyx tomorrow night? We're hitting the nightclubs and we all think you could use the-"
"Roxas, get the fuck out!"

"Okay, okay, I'm gone."

Sora heard the door shut and sighed a breath of relief. The steam from the water was pretty thick, leaving only his chocolate topped head sticking out. He still wasn't comfortable with the open house showers. Of course, they were the only showers, and if he wanted to have one then he always had to pick a time when everyone else wasn't having one. Which wasn't easy.

He closed his eyes, letting the warm water splash over his face and his wings unfurled reflexively. He could feel the water collect on the feathers and the slight glow that they emitted was refracting through the droplets creating tiny glimpses of rainbows around him. Sora loved his wings. He cleaned them regularly and made sure that they were in peak physical condition, so that any unexpected long distances weren't going to be a problem.

Sora.

Sora nearly hit the ceiling, wheeling around to find the owner of the wispy voice. "Roxas, if that's you-"

Sora.

"H-hello?" He cast a worried glance behind him in case he had misplaced the voice. Which was nearly impossible. Being an Angel meant that he was an Extrasensory, so he could always pinpoint a voice in normal conditions. But the whites of his eyes

Sora.

"Screw this," he said, and quickly turned the tap off. Sora grabbed his towel off a hook on the wall and wrapped it about him tightly. With enough force to bring down a wall, he barreled through the shower room door. Demyx and Zexion stood staring in surprise as the Silver Angel bolted past them to his room, throwing the door shut.

"I guess it worked," Demyx shrugged to Zexion.

"I guess it did," he agreed.