I'm re-doing just about every chapter, to make it seem a little better. But the story line will be the same! Just improving the writing of it.

Well, here we go with the first chapter! Hope you like it.

There was a light drizzle outside and soft cold winds passing by. In a run down shack on the edge of Twilight Town was a group of the town's 'less fortunate' folk. There was only four in the beat up shack.

Every year the population of homeless people in Twilight Town grew. The taxies were always growing too. And business owners were finding better ways of getting the job done with fewer workers. But not only were people becoming homeless because they lots their jobs and could no longer keep their home but some of them were having children on the streets as well. That's how Roxas came to live on the streets. His mother did the best she could to try and raise him. And his father died from an illness he caught before Roxas was born.

Among the four people in the run down shack on the edge of town were Roxas and his mother. Roxas was five at this time and also getting quite hungry.

"Mommy when can we eat? I'm hungry." He said as he looked up at his mother.

"I'm sorry baby, but we don't have any food right now." She told him. Roxas wasn't the only one who was hungry in that shack.

An old man on the other side of the cold room heard what the little boy had said and walked over to him.

"Here." The old man had a raspy but kind voice. He held out his hand with a piece of bread in it.

Roxas looked up at him and then at his mother as if to ask 'is it alright?' His mother nodded to him and he took the bread and ate it in almost one bite. The old man patted his head and walked back to the corner from which he came.

The only light in the shack came from a fire burning in an aluminum trash bin in the middle of the room. It also gave them warmth as night approached.

It rained that night. And the tin roof had plenty of holes due to rust. But Roxas and his mother found a dry corner to sleep in. In the morning they sadly found out that the old man who had given his bread to Roxas, had died. The other man in the shack had gone to notify the police on what had happened so they could take the body. When this happed the police told the Town's government about the serious problem growing in the town. And that something had to be done to help the homeless. The Governor soon had a homeless shelter built. And it was open to any homeless person who wanted a temporary home. It provided food, beds, showers, and medical treatment. When the shelter was finally completed Roxas was seven years old. Roxas' mother quickly took her son to the homeless shelter.

"Wow mom, can we really live here?" Said Roxas as he looked around the room that had been given to them.

"Yes, but not forever. Mommy is eventually going to get a job and get enough money to get ourselves a house to live in together." His mother smiled to him.

Roxas when over to his mother and gave her a big smile and hug. He had never been happier. He got his first actual shower that night and a whole meal to eat for dinner. Then got to sleep in his first bed that had a mattress, sheets and pillows.

A week later Roxas' mother got very sick. When she finally got better the doctor told her she would need to be on a special medication for the rest of her life. And when she would run out of her medicine she would take the train to the other side of Twilight Town to get some more. The homeless shelter had paid for her medicine.

"Roxas, mommy is going to go down to the doctors again to get her medicine. I'll be back in a little while." She told him.

"But can I come with you?" He asked.

"No sweetie it's dark and I don't want you getting lost in the dark." She said to him and then was out the door.

Roxas hated it when she wasn't around. He was incredibly shy. He never spoke to any of the volunteers at the shelter or the other kids. An hour had passed and she still wasn't back. So the volunteers put him to bed and told him he would see his mother in the morning.

It was the next morning and she still wasn't back. Days went by and she never came back for him. Roxas was crushed. She was the only person who truly ever cared or loved him. And after that, he never talked to anyone. He only answered yes or no questions with a shake or nod of his head. When he was feeling sick he never said anything. When he was hungry he never said anything. Eventually he ran away when he was nine. He tried living alone on the streets by stealing for food and sleeping on the benches in the park and when it rained he slept in the playground tunnels.

He kept that up for about two weeks, until he crossed paths with a very unusual looking young man. He was very tall and slender, and had bright red spiky hair…

They met one early morning sometime in September. Roxas was trying his best to climb up on trash cans that he had piled together to reach a glass of water someone had placed on a window sill on the second floor of an apartment structure. When he had his arm stretched out to the point that his fingertips were touching the glass – a strong gust of wind knocked him off balance and Roxas fell off and hit can after can all the way to the ground.

"Ah! What the hell happened!" he yelled out of his pain and disappointment. He was really thirsty…

"I'd say that was a pretty admiral attempt there, but your going about it all wrong little guy." Said a voice from somewhere behind Roxas. He whipped his head around to look at who said that. And there stood the spiky red head.

"And who are you?" Roxas asked, sounding defensive.

"No one of importance to you, I'm sure." The young man said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Hey, are you look 'in for a fight?" Roxas said as he got up off the ground.

"Haha! Fine. Come on then." The red head said. He then crouched slightly and held his arms to his sides, as if to brace himself. But Roxas didn't charge him, in fact, he actually took a step backward and lowered his head. "Yep, that's what I thought."

Roxas started to walk off when the red head called out to him –

"So what did you think you were doing? Climbing up on that unstable pile of trash cans for?"

"None of your business."

"Oh, well what if I made it my business?"

At that Roxas turned around to look at him again, "Why do you wanna know so badly?"

"I'm a noisy person." The red head said with a smile and crossing his arms.

"I was just thirsty is all." Was Roxas' reply. Then continued to walk away.

"I can get you something to drink."

Again, Roxas turned to look at him, "You can?" he said in a slightly excited voice.

"Oh yeah, but your gonna have to follow me across town. And no, I'm not a dirty pedophile. Your just going to have to trust me if you want as much cold water as you can drink."

Roxas didn't need anymore persuading than that, but came over slowly and reluctantly to the young man standing about 20 yards away from him. Then they began walking down the streets of Twilight Town together. Along the way, the red head was asking Roxas a few questions.

"You look awful filthy and beat up for just falling off of trash cans. Where do you live?" he asked.

"…Nowhere." Was Roxas' reply.

"Nowhere? Great!"

"'Great'? How is that great?"

"I don't really live anywhere ether, so if you want and if my friends like ya, you can stay with me and all of them. They're a friendly bunch, at times, but I'm sure you'll like 'em and they'll like you."

Roxas stopped walking for a moment, the sound of a home and friends was too good to be true, but then quickly caught up to the red head again.

"How old are you anyway kid?"

"I'm nine."

"Nine, and you have no home! Where are your parents?"

"Well, I never knew my dad and my mom…left me at a shelter" Roxas said, trying hard not to say "ditched".

"If you were at that shelter, why didn't you stay?"

"Just didn't like the place…so I ran away."

"So kid, you gotta name?"

"It's Roxas."

The red head stopped and turned to Roxas, "Nice to met you Roxas, I'm Axel." And Axel held out a hand to Roxas, he took it and they shook hands.

Hope you enjoyed!

-Dragon's Blood