Sillhouettes

There are many different people in the world. Each one has thier own life and thier own story.

But this has nothing to do with our subject.

Our subject doesn't have these things, in fact he doesn't even have a story or a memory to his name.

This person lives in another world one where there aren't others...or so he thinks.

Everyday thinking the same thoughts.

'Maybe today there will be somebody else like me.'

Sadly he is dissapointed as the boy walks in search of others like him on a barren wasteland. Houses that used to be full of life. He calls this place Twilight Town, though not remembering why.

"My name is Roxas" he says.
"I was born into this world many years ago. I'm all alone. I just want to find somebody out there, among the thousands of empty houses, and empty streets. I just want to know I'm not the only one. But nothing is born into this world. Nothing dies in this world. Because this world was not meant to exist." He speakes to himself quietly.

He doesnt know there are others like him. He doesn't know that one of them is watching him at this very moment. One with a very bad sense of balance. Out off of a roof top the watcher falls. Roxas screams when he sees the figure and decides to hide. Why? Because Roxas believes that there is no way something with hair the color of fire is a good person. Wait. Another person? How could this be. He thought he was the only living thing left on this planet. He thought that everything was dead, that he was...alone.

Roxas decided to see if the man that fell was dead. Dreading to know the real answer the blonde cautiously walks over to the figure lying on the ground.

"H-Hello? Are you still alive?" Roxas crouches down to get a better look at the red haired man. He's in awe of beautiful features, sharp jaw lines and clean face. This man...he was amazingly beautiful. But is he still breathing? Roxas bends down and puts his head on the mans chest to check his breathing. He feels it move and feels air fill his lungs. Blushing he moves out of the way to take another look. This man was all he could hope for. But the only drawback: he was unconscience.

Roxas decides he shouldn't leave somebody out cold in the middle of a road, no matter how deserted. So he takes the red haired man back to his house.

Roxas thought his house was a very comfy home. An old mansion built before most of the town he suspected. It had fifteen bedrooms, a large kitchen, seven bath, three living rooms, and a sunken parlor including all the furnishings and food he could find. Not to menton an attic and a cellar which he simply refused to go near. It had a few missing shingles and a few problems but he loved it anyway. The blonde thought his old house had character.

Roxas carries Mr. Red (as he began to refer to him as) up to the largest bedroom. This room had a beautiful canopy bed with large pilows and a huge red velvet comforter and quilt with a heart pattern on the front of it. It had three comfy chairs in each of the corners and a desk on the other end with an easel set up beside it. The easel held a painting depicted the town in fine detail; which he had painted on a boredom streak. Inside of the desk was ink pens, charcoal, paint, and any other art medium imaginable. If you were to look at the ceiling a small gray blue chandelier hung by a shiny metal chain. Roxas' favorite feature of the room however was the large mirror hanging in the left corner closest to the bed. It was wooden with silver glass. All around the frame it was crafted in roses and vines. At the very top of the mirror was a face looking so calm that it gave you a safe and warm feeling just from looking at it.

Roxas lays Mr. Red down onto the bed and tries to look for injuries. Finding none he felt satisfied enough to leave.

Closing the door behind him, Roxas makes his way to the kitchen.

I wonder if he's okay. Maybe I could make us something special to eat when he wakes up. After all I have a lot of things to cook with.

Roxas enters the kitchen and sets himself to work getting pots and pans out of the cupboard. Deciding on what to make he gets all of the ingredients out and heats up the oven.

~2 hours and a fire later~

There. It's finally finished.

The boy checks to make sure he turned off the oven and put everything away before setting the table. For the first time in his life; for two people.

Upstairs the man began to wake up and see he had been moved.

"Aw geez where am I? Nice work Axel, just freaking great."

Axel gets out of bed and clears his head to look around.

"Wow this place is amazing! How'd that blonde kid manage to find such a great place?"

Looking towards the middle of the room he sees the window and goes to take a look. Moving the large and heavy drapery Axel pushes it towards the side and opens the window. Outside is a large garden with rose bushes simply every where and a small green house with a river to the side of it.

"Just beautiful. Hey is that?"

Axel smells the air and shakes his head at the smell of fire and food. Instantly his stomach grumbles.

"Guess it's time that I should quit hanging around and head downstairs then."

A/N Okay so... Yes I know that I started another chapter story with out finishing the first one.
BUT in my defense The last of his days= NO INSPIRATION
If you noticed there are two things mentioned in this chapter:
1. Niijuni's (probably spelt wrong plz correct me) Mirror.
2. The side story in an anime called Clannad.
I'M HOLDING CHAPTER TWO IN BARBED WIRE IF YOU WANT IT SAFE LEAVE A REVIEW AND NO NOBODIES GET HURT!
Please no flames. It makes Axel look bad. :(