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Yoru: Yes indeed, everyone, it again says 'we'! MisterCreamPie and I have joined forces once more to bring you a story of love, redemption, and character abuse!
Kuronue: You two…I swear…
Yoru: The story is different, the characters are great, and so welcome to "Guardian"! Um, notes, Kuro, please.
Kuronue: Xaldin is seventeen years old – small, slender, and no sideburns. Xigbar is…you'll find out. This fic contains yaoi, rape, abuse of both drugs and children.
Xigbar glanced down at the paper in his hand, frowning. It was typed in such a small font that he could hardly make out the letters.
"Dammit, Zexion! You have to make everything difficult!" he growled. In his fit of anger, he crumpled the paper in his fist; however, he quickly smoothed it out again and brought it close to his face. He sighed as the wrinkles made it even more difficult to read.
Xigbar was clad in a pair of black skinny jeans and an open leather jacket, ignoring the chill from his lack of a shirt. He wasn't even wearing shoes. Luckily, since he couldn't be seen, he didn't have to worry about the stares of other people.
Being dead had its perks.
He came upon an ugly, broken down house, and his eyes widened. This could not be the right address; this house was unholy! He could feel every emotion ever housed in the place, and it made him want to retch. His long white wings twitched in disgust, and he sighed. Going to the door, he raised his hand and knocked.
Xaldin's breathing picked up speed and harshness as the syringe moved closer to his arm. His body shook, anticipating the bliss that the drugs would bring him, the freedom from the pain.
He nearly leaped out of his skin when there was a knock at the door. Growling to himself, he pushed his dreadlocks out of his face and went to the peephole. The man on his doorstep was handsome in a rough way, scarred and with silver streaks in his black hair. His showing eye was a strange shade, almost…gold.
"Who are you?" he snarled, "Do I know you?"
"Hello! I'm your guardian angel! I heard you were having trouble dealing with life, so I'm gonna help youuuuuu!"
Xaldin stared into the peephole.
"Right. And I'm Santa. Go away," he snapped, turning away from the door.
"Open the door before I break it down!" the man outside snarled.
"I'll call the cops on your ass so fast you won't know which way is up!" Xaldin yelled back.
"They can't see meeeee!" the man sang, "I'm finding the door's weak points right now!"
Xaldin rolled his eyes, "Pretty sure they can see you. Go away. I have my phone in my hand."
He didn't hear anything for a moment, and figured the crazy man had left. Just as he calmed down, he heard the man sliding around outside.
He's not…actually going to bash the door down, is he? he thought, starting to panic. He heard the door crack, and then it fell apart. He turned slowly, seeing the crazy man come into the house and sit on the couch.
"Thank you. Now what is it that's bothering you?" the man asked as though Xaldin had willingly let him in. Xaldin blinked, and then pulled out his switchblade.
"Get the fuck out of my house!" he shouted.
"Nope. The outside looks like shit, but the inside's pretty cozy. I like it here. Got any food?" the stranger asked, looking around, " Oh yeah! I forgot. Tell me your problems, for I am your humble servant, Xigbar!"
"Jesus Christ! You're in my fucking house, saying crazy shit…get out!" Xaldin yelled, stumbling backward.
"Can't leave 'til you're fixed. Sorry. You might want to get the door fixed, too, or some crazy person will come in," the man, Xigbar, noted, ignoring Xaldin's fear.
"That's it, I'm calling the cops, and if you try to stop me I'll stab you in the fucking face!" Xaldin snapped, flipping open his phone.
"Go ahead. They'll just think you're a psycho. So, you got any parents or something?" Xigbar asked, finally looking at Xaldin.
"You're just asking me that so you'll know if there's anyone around to hear me screaming," Xaldin hissed, his fingers hovering over the buttons of his phone. If he called the cops, they might find his stashes.
"No, I'm just curious. Are you seriously going to call the cops? Aren't the wings on my back supposed to be like a big 'Duh! Oh my God, he's an angel!' Anyway, got any siblings? Go to school?"
Xaldin looked up. His eyes widened as he stared at the feathery white wings on the man's back. They fluttered, revealing them to be real. The phone dropped from his limp hand.
"What. The. Fuck…" he stammered, falling backward and scurrying away from Xigbar.
"Told ya, Mr. Uptight." Xigbar stood and slowly approached Xaldin. The boy scrambled back more, terror on his face.
"But…but you don't exist! Angels…God…what the fuck, what the fuck…" Xaldi pulled his knees to his chest, clutching his hair, "This can't be happening…"
"Well, that's not nice!" Xigbar frowned, crawling to Xaldin and grabbing his wrists, "Look, I'm real! Wanna feel my wings?"
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" Xaldin screamed, jerking his wrists away and scurrying backwards until he hit the wall.
"I always get the stubborn ones," Xigbar muttered. He crawled to Xaldin, glaring at him.
"No!" Xaldin tried to scramble away.
"STOP SCURRYING AWAY, DAMMIT!" Xigbar snapped. Xaldin flinched, covering his face with his arms.
"P-please go away," he whimpered. Xigbar pulled his arms away from his face and cupped it in his hands.
"Hey! I'm not gonna hurt you!" he said firmly, smiling. Xaldin's face was streaked with tears, and he pulled it out of Xigbar's hands, going for his syringe. Xigbar slapped his hand away, grabbing the syringe and crushing it in his hand. He barely winced as the glass cut into his skin, blood dripping from his fingers.
"No more of this stuff. I'm here to make you clean. You know when your guardian angel appears? It's when you have a near death experience. People don't always make it out alive, kid. I've had to take children home with me; not fun. You're getting clean. Now."
Xaldin stared at the crushed glass, "I n-need it…"
He grabbed at Xigbar's hand, as though searching for it.
"Give it back!"
"It's gone, dude," Xigbar said, straddling Xaldin's waist to keep him down, "You don't need it. It's all in your head. Trust me."
"God…get off me…" Xaldin struggled under Xigbar, eyes widening in panic. Xigbar held him in place.
"No. Now, I'm going to find every bad thing you have here, and I'm going to destroy it. It's bad for your system. You can DIE."
"I DON'T CARE! I DON'T FUCKING CARE, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Xaldin screamed, his struggles intensifying. Xigbar grabbed his wrists and held them down.
"Stop," he said soothingly, letting the angelic quality that he often suppressed seep into his voice.
"G-get off of me…please…" Xaldin begged, finally stilling.
"No. Just relax," Xigbar said quietly, keeping his soothing angelic voice. Xaldin knew his relaxation was unnatural, that it was the angel's voice calming him, but his eyelids felt so heavy.
He fell asleep and knew no more.