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Save Me, Please

'What the hell?'

'Where am I?'

'Why can't I move?'

'Come on, keep it together Alex, find out where you are.'

'Think.'

Alexander sprinted around the corner that led to what was probably the dirtiest alleyway in the whole area. Not that he cared, especially since he was being chased for his life. Any alleyway, as long as it was a way, was good enough for him. Why the hell did he have to go and pull that damned trigger? It was a question that he constantly asked himself. At least, it has been the question for the past hour or so. The goons behind him were persistent sons of bitches; that's for sure. Pursuing him for this long at this time of night; he almost couldn't believe they would do such a thing. However, he did just kill their precious boss in cold blood.

He was beginning to become tired; he wasn't much of a runner. His chest was burning, his throat was pleading to him for water, and his brain was threatening him with the possibility of fainting. Regardless of all that, he still ran. Getting caught was equivalent to getting killed. After all, that's what they wanted to do to him, right? With gangs, it was always that ridiculous 'an eye for an eye' notion. He passed an old factory and soon, he came across a school. Perfect. They couldn't enter school grounds; it would put them at risk. The question is: would they take that risk? He would just have to find out.

He ran into the front gate of the school and glanced back over his shoulder. Only one guy, a huge and intimidating guy, was stupid enough to follow him in. A goon's love for his boss; it was something Alexander would never understand. He spotted an open door to a building and thought of it as a safe haven. He thought he was lucky; it was a terrible, terrible assumption. He tripped and fell. He wanted to blame it on the uneven ground, but it was clearly his lack of focus that landed him in his current position.

Pain; it was the only thing he felt, and maybe terror but he wouldn't admit to it. The feeling of a knife as it penetrates your skin over and over; it definitely isn't pleasant. What makes the pain worse is the fact that if he didn't fall and if he had gotten through that door, then he wouldn't have to endure such pain. Things started getting fuzzy; he blamed blood loss. Was he going to die? With the life he's lived, death was probably the best gift anyone could give him. That didn't mean he wanted it. Not now.

"Hey! Get the hell off of him!"

Those were the last words he heard before passing out.

It was an unfamiliar voice.

A comforting, unfamiliar voice.

It saved him.

Was it real?

Hopefully.

After remembering what happened, Alexander's eyes shot open and he quickly sat up. Pain shot up his sides, arms, and back simultaneously. He winced and clutched at his sides, applying pressure and willing the pain away. His breathing was heavy and his headache was equivalent to the kind you'd get with a hangover. He could feel the bandages tightly wrapped around his skin. Who put them there? Where was he? There was a door in front of him and another bed across from the one he was in. Was this place a room? A dorm room? He was in a dormitory. At a school? Most likely.

"Oh, so you're finally awake?"

It was the same unfamiliar voice from before. He was shocked to hear it; after all, he thought he'd imagined it earlier. He turned his head around only to find a guy that was about his age with brown hair. "Who the hell are you?" Alexander words were full of spite, regardless of his situation.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"

"Don't fuck around with me! Where the hell am I and who the fuck are you?" He was being unnecessarily harsh this stranger. Although he was like this to everybody; it was a form of self protection. Getting close to people hurts, so it's better to stay away; that was Alexander's notion of life.

"Quiet down before we get caught. You're at my school's dormitory, Kadic Academy. My name's Ulrich and I saved you."

"Saved me? Well, whatever, I'm leaving." Alexander couldn't stay here anymore. This situation scared him, even more than being stabbed multiple times. No one has ever helped him before. Ulrich's kindness was terrifying. He swung his legs off the bed and stood up rather quickly. However, nausea pinned him back to his dreadful place on the bed.

"You're way to hurt to be trying to leave. Stay for awhile, just until you're better, and then leave. Besides, I don't know if those guys are still out there or not. It's not safe for you to be walking around now."

"Who the hell do you think you are? Don't decide what's good for me! You don't even know me! I'm a stranger to you!"

"And I'm a stranger to you, but I'm helping you anyways. I saw you being murdered and I helped. Stop complaining about it."

Alexander shot the taller boy a glare, "You could have just let me be killed."

"That would've been bad for my conscience."

"Fuck your conscience."

"It saved you, didn't it? Be grateful."

"Shut up."

"Fine, get some rest."

"Whatever." With all that said, Alexander gave in and rested. He didn't sleep, though he did pretend to be. He listened to Ulrich's movements; his breathing, the swiveling of the chair he was in, even the pencil he used for his homework as it marked the paper. He stayed there in total silence for minutes, maybe hours. He wondered how long he would let Ulrich's kindness sink in before pushing it all away. He couldn't get close this boy because he would end up hurt afterwards. He had already put up walls between them but Ulrich quickly, and with a few words, tore through them; leaving Alexander defenseless.

Soon, exhaustion from today's antics got the better of him.

He slept peacefully.

It scared him.

He's never been at peace.

"Wake up."

They were the words that triggered Alexander's rude awakening. Their source: Ulrich, the boy that scared Alexander more than most. 'Shouldn't he be in class or something? Or was today a weekend? I can't remember.' Alexander thought as he sat up. He shot a tired glare in the brunette's direction. "What?" He asked with clear irritation dripping from his voice.

"You're bleeding through your bandages."

"What?" This time, his voice sound more confused.

"You heard me." Ulrich was assertive with him.

"So what?"

"So let me fix it."

"No way."

Ulrich flicked Alexander's forehead, "Let me."

"What the hell? No way!"

"I'll leave you alone afterwards."

"Tch, fine."

Ulrich smirked as if he had just won a war and sat down next to Alexander on the bed. He popped open a first aid kit and prepared new bandages before removing Alex's current ones. He cleaned the stab wound with peroxide and began tightly wrapping the bandage around his arm. While doing all this, he took notice of Alexander's current scars and his overall appearance. Alexander had jet black, short hair that hung lightly against his neck, deep emerald green eyes, and pale skin. He was skinny but had a small layer of muscle. He was shorter than Ulrich, maybe by a centimeter or less. Lastly, he always wore a melancholy, troubled, or irate expression.

"So why was that guy trying to kill you?" Ulrich was curious to know.

"That doesn't matter." Alexander ignored the question entirely.

"Yes it does."

"Why?"

"Because,"

"Because what?"

"He tried to kill you."

"So?"

"If you don't want to tell me, then don't." Ulrich gave up. He closed the first aid kit and left Alex alone on the bed. "Tell me your name." This was more of a command than a request.

"Alexander,"

"Great, Alexander, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Nothing."

"I'll go get you something anyways." Ulrich said as he left the room.

Alexander rolled his eyes and looked around, noticing for the first time this morning that there was a blonde guy in the bed across from him. "What the hell?" He voiced his thought aloud. 'If that guy slept there, then where the hell did Ulrich sleep? Am I using his bed? Fuck.' He thought as he fell back against the pillow. He felt like he was being spoiled by the brunette. He kept trying to convince himself that it was simply medical care; it was only to help him get better so he could leave. That's what he liked to believe.

He watched the door, silently waiting.

He couldn't help but feel anxious.

It was the only thing he felt since Ulrich left the room.

A/N: Oi, -Ryter here! What do you think? Aren't you just loving Alexander? He's so complicated, serious, and KAWAII~! I'm definitely going to continue this! It'll probably end up being a Shounen Ai, but I might put a little Yaoi towards the end.

Arigatou for reading!

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