No Home

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Rain poured down from the heavy grey clouds in harsh torrents, almost overflowing the gutters as they splashed in huge droplets from the sky. With my back to a building's wall, facing the street, I sat down miserably and hugged my knees to my chest, burying my face in my lap. The rain pelted down harder, and I heard the distant sound of thunder reverberating through the humid air. Large drops of water hit my head in an uneven rhythm, steadily soaking the top of my cloak; I leaned my head up a little to take in the scene before me as I mulled over troubling thoughts in my head.

How could It have come to this?

The truth of it still stunned me: I was homeless, kicked out of my house since yesterday. The bills were just too much; I couldn't keep up with the constant payments, and the landlord dismissed me from the premises. I had nowhere to turn to: with my parents dead, no family that I knew of, and a very small circle of friends, my options were limited. Well, I did have one true friend: his name was Saïx. Saïx was my best friend, and would do anything for me; even let me stay at his house for as long as I wanted, but I knew that Saïx was struggling as well.

Saïx was having enough trouble keeping up with his bills and working to keep food in his house; I couldn't just force myself on him and impose. I definitely didn't want him to get evicted, either. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I sighed deeply. All of my belongings were in storage, and as I only paid for a couple of days, I needed to find another place, and fast. But how? I only had $60 in my pockets, and that wouldn't even be enough to book myself a hotel room. Just as I buried my face in my knees again, wondering what on earth I was going to do, I heard the signature sound of an ice cream truck driving towards me.

Who would drive an ice cream truck out in the rain? Only pedophiles and a certain someone I happened to know would come out in such weather. I looked up to see the truck turning around the corner. As it neared closer, I stood up, shivering, and waved my hand at the driver, successfully gaining his attention. Waving back, he parked right behind a black Lexington, his wheels squeaking slightly from the excessive water.

I walked over to the truck with a little difficulty, as my wet clothes clung to my body, but smiled briefly as the little window slid open and a red-headed man with long, slicked back spikes for hair and purple upside-down teardrops tattooed under his eyes looked at me and grinned.

"I knew it couldn't have been anyone but you; only pedophiles try to give out ice cream on a cold and rainy day, Axel," I said with a ghost of a smirk playing at my lips. Axel smirked back.

"You know me too well." Ever since I first bought ice cream from Axel, he had been attempting to hook up with me. Axel's was the only truck I ever bout ice cream from, but it wasn't because I liked him: it was because his was the only one which sold my favorite flavor of ice cream.

"I assume you want the sea-salt ice cream bar?" he stated more than asked. I nodded, wanting to forget my current dilemma with the sweet flavor of my favorite treat, and he went to retrieve me one from beneath the counter; appearing again, he handed it to me with a thoughtful expression. I took it gratefully, and bit down into it, ignoring the chilly rain drenching my back. Axel examined his nails leisurely as I ate my ice cream, giving me a sideways glance.

"I went by your house earlier...It was all boarded up."

"Damn, my landlord works fast. He just evicted me yesterday."Axel quickly looked up.

"You homeless?" I gripped the ice cream stick tightly. "You can move in with me. I have a nice place, and I think you'd like it, but it's a one bedroom house; but I'm sure you wouldn't mind sleeping with me." I rolled my eyes silently. I would never want to sleep in the same bed as Axel; I'd be too frightened that he might rape me. I chuckled wryly.

"Give me some time to think about that." He smiled.

"Alright, well, you know where to find me." I couldn't resist a quick quip at his words, and replied back:

"Yeah, behind the wheel of a ice cream truck, just like twenty other men in this city." Axel winked at me and my cheekiness, and tapped a finger to his forehead.

"Yeah, but I'm the only one who comes out in the rain; got it memorized?"

I nodded and Axel closed the window; starting up the truck's engine, he backed up and drove dangerously around the car in front of him, nearly crashing into it. I went back to my spot and sat back down, fiddling with the ice cream still clutched within my hand. With the other, I reached up and pulled the hood of my cloak down further. Right now, I had on a black cloak with black pants underneath, with boots that stopped just below my knee, with a little heel on the soles. I had tucked my pants into the boots, and wore a black short-sleeved shirt on and black gloves

I sighed and finished up my ice cream. The cold dessert had made my hands sticky, but the rain quickly took care of that. Would I really move in with Axel? Was my situation so dire? Myself so desperate? Axel struck me as a child molester.

I mean, I'm 15, but I tell everybody that I'm 16, for my birthday is not for a couple more months. I gripped the stick tightly in my hand, almost cracking the wet wood; I felt like crying, and could feel the strong emotions bubbling up to the surface. I was homeless, and I might move in with a (supposed) rapist. I tossed the stick to the side, not hearing it hit the ground. By chance, I looked to the side, to see a very muscular man coming out of the store that I was sitting in front of, with a grocery bag in his hand. The store I was sitting in front of was a small mini-market. He had a brown jacket on with a white shirt underneath and pants on. He had auburn color hair that was slicked back into rather odd, messy spikes. He caught me staring and raised an eyebrow; I blushed and lowered my gaze, apologetic, but he didn't seem angry for some strange reason. He walked over to me and bent down, placing his plastic bag on the ground.

"Why are you sitting out in the cold rain? Do you need a ride home?" I shook my head no.

"I'm fine, mister." He looked at me skeptically, raising an auburn eyebrow.

"Are you sure? You don't look fine."

I gave him a weak smile and said,"I'm fine, sir; I just want to be alone." He looked at me with a thoughtful gaze, and tapped his chin lightly.

"I think I've seen you before; you used to live on chestnut street, didn't you?" I nodded, surprised. I had never seen him before (believe me, I would have remembered him if I did), and so merely nodded silently. He nodded as well. "Your house was boarded up. Did you get kicked out?" I stared down at my feet. "Are you homeless?"he asked. I cringed at the word, hating it with a passion. It was such an ugly word, such a pitiful, pathetic word. He grabbed his bag and stood up straight, with a new look on his face.

"Come on," he said. I looked up at him and he repeated himself. "Come on." I slowly stood up, cautiously wondering what his intentions were. "Follow me," he directed. I followed him to his car, which was right in front of me, and stood off to the side awkwardly, suddenly mute. So he was the owner of that black Lexington. He had to be at least somewhat rich: that car came out yesterday, and from what I heard, was very expensive.

He unlocked the trunk and placed his (somewhat wet) grocery bag in there, and closed the door. This man kind of frightened me: I just met him was about to enter the car with him; this is just asbad as moving in with Axel. But at least I had a pretty good idea that I wasn't going to get molested. He opened the passenger door for me; I just stood there, wondering if this was a good idea. He smiled reassuringly.

"Come on, you're getting soaked." He was right; the rain was falling down even harder.

I got in the car and he closed the door; he then walked over around the other side and opened his door and climbed in. I didn't notice it until now but he smelled really good. The smell was intoxicating. He smelled earthy, similar to freshly-tilled soil, but I knew I liked it. I wondered if that was his cologne or was that how he naturally smelled every day. He started up his car and turned on the heat. The speed of it was impressive: the car was already warming up. He looked at me and smiled again.

"You know, you can take off your hood now that you're out of the rain."

I reached up with one hand and pulled it down further, hiding my face so much that only my lips and chin still remained visible. He sighed and backed the car up, driving off down the street. We stopped at the light when said, "My name is Lexaeus... What's yours?" I didn't answer at first, though after a few moments, I guessed that I should be nicer to this man; after all, he was being friendly to me, some random kid off the cold, wet street. The light turned green and he made a left down the street. I waited a couple more minutes before introducing myself quietly.

"My name is Zexion..." The man smiled, glad at receiving a response from me.

"That's a nice name."We turned a couple more corners, before we were down to an area that lead to a mansion (though, to be honest, it was a little smaller then a mansion; but it still was one).

The driveway was preceded by a large, ornate gate, and as soon as we approached, the gate opened and we drove through it We parked in front of the mansion and we stepped out, with Lexaeus carrying his grocery bag as we walked up to the doors. With his free hand, he dug in his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. With so many jangling, I thought that there had to be at least 13 keys on the key ring. He found the right one and put it in the door and opened it.

We entered his house; I was struck dumb by the sheer size of the interior. It was huge.

That's when a man, most likely in his 40's, and dressed in full butler attire, walked over.

"Welcome back, master Lexaeus." He took the bag from Lexaeus; when he saw me he bowed. "And how do you do, mister….?"I shoved my hands into my pockets, fidgeting slightly.

"Zexion." He nodded and said," Good evening, master Zexion." I looked down, unsure of what to say, and settling for nodding in return.

"Do you have any belongings?" asked Lexaeus suddenly. I nodded again.

"Yes, they're in storage."

"Do you have the key?" I groped around in my pocket and pulled out the key that would open the storage unit. I handed it to him and he said, "I'll get your belongings; and in the mean time, William, give him our finest room." So, the butler was named William. He nodded and Lexaeus left. I took in a deep breath, smiling softly: his house smelled just like him.

Moments after the kind gentleman left, William drew in a deep breath and yelled,"Xigbar!" A man that wore the same butler outfit as William entered the room. I couldn't help but notice how this man had long, dark hair that had a several grey streaks in it, tied up into a ponytail. Once he came over, I saw that he had gold eyes, elf-like ears, and upturned eyebrows. He also had two prominent injuries on his face: the first being a damaged right eye covered by an eye patch, while the other is a large jagged scar extending from his left cheek to just under his left eye.

"Yeah?" William handed the bag of groceries to him and said, "Take these to the kitchen and unpack them, while I escort young master Zexion to his room." Xigbar cast an amused eye over at me.

"Hey, kiddo," he greeted with a grin, much to my displeasure.

"Please don't address me as 'kiddo'," I asked. Xigbar chuckled, turned around, and went walking away through another door without replying.

William bowed once more.

"Now if the young master would follow me..." I nodded and tugged my hood down further. I followed him up the stairs and down the hallway; soon, we took a turn to our left. We stopped halfway down the elegant corridor in front of a door. The butler opened it for me, and I walked in. He bowed once more. "If you need anything, please call me."I nodded and he left, closing the door behind him.

I looked around the room, not quite believing what I was seeing, nor the course of events that had just happened. The bedroom was quite large; the bed looked like it could fit 7 people. There was a nightstand next to it, with a dresser on the right wall under a flat-screen TV. I looked to my left and saw a door that lead into a bathroom.

I guess I should take a shower... Nah, I think I'll take a bath.

I wondered how long Lexaeus would allow me to stay here for. I sighed and reached up with both hands and flipped off my hood. My large mirror reflected my long, steel-blue hair, sporting messy, layered bangs covering my right eye, and reaching one or two inches past my chin. My bangs, though still rather long, were shorter on the left side, partially covering my ear. A few stray strands of hair fell over the exposed section of my face. The back of my hair was quite a bit shorter than the front. After examining my hair (and frowning at how wet it was), I unzipped my cloak and tossed it off; it landed on top of the dresser. I then took off my boots and stripped down, before walking into the bathroom.

The tub was huge; you could have party in the tub. I saw that there were bath beads on the sink's counter. I started the water, turning the crystal faucets gingerly, and slowly added the bath beads. Once the tub was filled, and the bubbles were about tall as me, I turned off the water. I hopped in the water, gasping briefly, then laughing silently. I should have known that the newly-drawn water was hot. I winced in pain as I slid myself in; it was my fault for turning the water on that hot. I fully got in once I got used to the heat; the water was relaxing. I leaned my head up and let out a sigh of relief.

I wish Lexaeus was in here with me...

Whoa, where did that come from?

I'm not interested in Lexaeus, no matter how muscular he was, or how big his biceps were or…. I shook my head. I just needed to relax. I can't be falling for him. I shook away those feelings and relaxed in the tub, forgetting all about Lexaeus…


Alright guys, hope you liked it! LexZex is my favorite couple, so please review!

Yaoi will be coming up, so be prepared. Is Zexion falling for Lexaeus? Also I would like to thank my Beta MidnightSchemer13 for betaing this story. Without her this story wouldn't be possible. So thank my beta for this story.Please Read&Review&Suscribe. Stay tuned for the next chapter: New Home