Hello hello! Ice-chan reporting for duty again! My first and newest KH fic, Your Guardian Angel! Yep, I had this inspiration from our own RJA band!! It's been playing in my mind some time, and Riku bribed me into writing this by telling me he had a video of him and Sora making out. Being a yaoi sucker that I am, I immediately jumped in the offer only to find out that he was just fooling with me. Damn you.

So, I have this new chapter, so enjoy all of you!

Disclaimer: Dude, you're kidding me. I seriously own KH?! Holy shit! Really?! NO? Aw man.

Warnings: Do I really need to say this?! Come on! To all those dipshit who don't know, this is BOY LOVE. So for those who don't dig this things, fuck yourselves, okay? I don't need you crappy shit messing with my story.

Some things to note: Some AkuRoku fanservice to y'all. And some character death, so don't kill me, okay? Riku is gonna be an asshole in this, but he's gonna get better, I promise. Also, typos are completely my own.

500 years. Five hundred freaking years.

Un-bloody-believable!

Suffice it to say that he didn't immediately believe the words that were spewing out of the Dominion's mouth.

"You. Want. Me. To. WHAT?!" He asked through gritted teeth.

"You heard me." Sephiroth, the silver-haired angel, smiled genially at him, and it gave Riku the insane urge to wipe the smile (smirk?) off his face.

"Why the fu–"

"Language, Riku."

"I apologize." He muttered grudgingly. He glared darkly at the higher-ranking angel, who only smiled sweetly back. He growled.

Dominions are what most angels call pains in the asses, since they regulate the works of the lower angels. They could easily bring an angel to a lower level if that angel gave them trouble and they could also do quite the opposite, if you were their favorite. Ah, the bloody irony of it all.

"I've been serving as one of the Virtues for almost five hundred years. Why in the bloody world would you send me to Earth?! And to do the job that ordinary Angels have to do?!" He asked Sephiroth furiously.

"It is the Maker's decision, Riku." He shut up after that, dark thoughts spinning in his head.

No matter what, once the Maker has spoken, it could never be changed. But why, of all the angels here, is he the one to do that job?!

It's not like he's doesn't like his going-to-be job. He was with the Virtues, the world equivalent of the army. He was one of the best soldiers there, which is why he's the one of the few people chosen to guard the Gates of Heaven. In fact, he guarded the gates for the first half of a millennium, slaying every demon that tried to get through the gates, and would still have been if bloody Sephiroth didn't call for him.

"The change would be good for you, Riku." The Dominion continued. "You're lucky to be one of the few people allowed to see the Earth."

If he's thinking that I feel the same way, then he's bloody well wrong, Riku thought. But the silver-haired angel has a point. Angels, as a rule, are not allowed to go down to Earth, but simply observe and act when needed. All the things they did were for its own good, but they may be moved by human emotions, thus clouding their judgment. Only the toughest of the angels come down, but only a few came back after their assigned task.

Sephiroth raised a silver eyebrow at the boy's defiance. Riku was a very impulsive angel, with a potty mouth that got him in trouble more times than the angel could count, and a competitive spirit that would immediately make him rise to the bait. But for Sephiroth to see him like this… well, the Dominion can't say that he's not surprised. Virtues are warriors; they crave the satisfaction of winning, and the feeling of bloodlust as their enemy approached. When Riku became an angel he was immediately enlisted in the army, and, in a short span of 100 years, he became one of the guards of the Gates of Hell.

Sephiroth saw himself in Riku, the impulsiveness, the asshole-ly attitude, everything. He tried not to favor the boy too much, giving him close to impossible tasks, making absolutely sure that Riku would hate his guts. Well it worked, to a certain degree.

"No fucking way that I would baby-sit a human!" Riku snarled.

"The Maker's Word is absolute." Answered Sephiroth in calm voice, with a deadly edge to it. His hand wrapped around Masamune. "You know what happens if you don't comply."

Crap, Riku thought, staring at the sword. There are two choices he has to make. He could either obey… or get his heart stabbed. He was not at that point of his existence that a sword plunging through your soul was a nice thing.

"I obey." He answered grumpily. A fallen angel. That's what's going to happen to an angel if they break a major rule. A higher angel would stab their sword through their hearts, making them unable to return Home. They would live on as a human, and when they die… whey would be cast off inside the Gates of Hell. And insubordination is one of those major rules that could get them killed. Literally.

The Dominion's posture relaxed, letting his hands fall freely to his side again. "Very well." With a swish of his white robes, he disappeared from Riku's view.

"Damned show-off," Riku muttered, his robes swirling around him as he spread out his wings and flew, landing silently in front of the gate that he protected for almost all of his immortal life.

"Riku? What are you doing here?" Zack, one of the Virtues and his superior, was walking towards him. "I thought Seph asked for you."

"He did." He answered through gritted teeth. "He wants me to go down to Earth."

-/-

"That's it for today, students. Please fix your things. We're through for the day." Sister Aerith called out to her pupils after the bell had rung. At once, the students moved as if in sync. They picked up their books, fixed their bags, met with their respective friends. A chocolate-haired youth was at his table, fixing his notes when a blond student approached him. "Ready, Sora?"

Sapphire eyes looked up to the speaker and immediately brightened up. "Give me a minute," he fixed his things faster, and, in a flash, stood up. "Geez Sora, you sure like to hurry up." The blond, Roxas, snorted at him. The brunette pouted at him. "Shut up, Rox! Just because I take my time doesn't mean I'm slow!"

The blond laughed, sounding like a wind-bell in Sora's ears. "Yeah right. You're fast, and I'm a nun."

"What I would give to see Roxy dressed like that…" A familiar voice interrupted smoothly, which made Sora perk up in delight and Roxas scowl, a pink stain dusting his cheeks.

"Axel!" Sora shouted happily. "Yo." A fiery redhead stood before them, with sharp green eyes and teardrop-like tattoos slashed across his cheeks.

"Hey Sky," He ruffled the brunette's hair playfully. To the blond, however, he gave a teasing wink. "'Sup, Roxy?"

"It's Roxas, you moron." The blond quickly turned away, huffing. Sora giggled. Axel feigned hurt. "Ouch, Roxy, you wound me." He sauntered to Roxas, placing himself beside the blond without the said blond noticing. "But still…"

He whispered against Roxas' ear.

"It wouldn't hurt to steal a kiss now, would it?"

Roxas turned to him, with shock attempting to show on his face, if not for the fact that Axel was right beside him. In the minutes that followed, Sora was transfixed, unable to look away from the sight before him.

Hello, blackmail material!! Sora thought giddily.

Roxas' face would put Axel's hair to shame.

Axel grinned so widely he looked as if his face was about to crack.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!"

The redhead skipped away from the blonde's enraged grip.

"Baby, I'm a BASTARD! Got it memorized?!" He called over from his shoulder as he ran away.

Roxas would've followed after him, if Sora hadn't restrained the fuming blond.

"Let me go, dammit! I'm gonna fucking kill that guy!"

"Cool it, Roxas! Nothing happened!" Sora said between laughs.

"Nothing happened?! NOTHING HAPPENED??!! He KISSED me! You call that nothing?!"

"It's not like you've been kissed before! Stop overreacting, Rox! Just admit that you have a crush on him already!"

"I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON THAT FUCKING SON OF A–"

"Mr. Strife? Mr. Leonheart? Is there something the matter?" Sister Aerith appeared, having heard all the commotion.

"Nothing, sister. Roxas was just being teased by Axel." Sora answered in a tone so innocent that even Roxas would believe it… if he wasn't living in the Leonheart household.

"Mr. Sinclair? Mr. Strife sounded so angry." Roxas started to protest that he wasn't angry when a hand clamped on his mouth. "It's okay, sister. I got it under control. Roxas will cool down in a while."

"If you say so then…" The nun went away, and Roxas struggled at Sora's grip.

"Oh, sorry!" Sora released him immediately. Panting heavily, He glared darkly at his best friend. "Do you want to freaking kill me?!"

"Sorry, Rox. My bad." The blond looked around. "Rox? You okay now?"

"Yeah, Sora. I'm just freaking peachy." His tone dripped sarcasm. "Oh come on, you still can't be angry with me after that!" Both of them started towards the grounds.

"I'm not angry, Sora. I'm bloody fuming."

"Why? Because Axel kissed you?"

"YES, bloody dammit! That asshole kissed me!"

"And you liked it."

"YES, I like-" He realized what he would say and stopped. He glanced at Sora, whose blue eyes danced with mirth. "Oh, so you liked it then?" he teased.

"I DID NOT!!!" A pink tinge appeared on the blond's cheeks.

"You were about to say it, Roxy. Don't deny it." Sora prodded further and he got a withering look from his friend.

"Ass."

"Hole." The brunette replied cheekily.

"Fuck you, Sora."

"No, let Axel fuck you! And thanks for the material, Roxy! It'll come in handy!" Sora said, cackling.

"Sora come back here, you bastard!!"

-/-

"We're home!" Both teens called out at the front step of the Leonheart residence. With no one answering, they made their way to the kitchen where they found a note:

Hey guys.

If you found this, I'm probably out somewhere. Food's in the fridge. Help yourselves.

Be back at 10.

Leon

P.S. Don't destroy the house. There are people living in it.

"Nice way to tell us, Leon." Sora snorted. Roxas has his head already stuck inside the fridge, with his ass waving in the air. "Down, ass, down!" He slapped Roxas' butt, opening a bag of potato chips he found in the counter. The blond head shot up sharply, hitting his head on the edge of the freezer.

"Nice move, asswipe." He scowled. The brunette laughed.

Sora sat on the dining table, accidentally knocking down a picture frame that was resting on it. "Ah, sorry!"

He picked up the frame and his mood went from hyper to depressed. Roxas noticed the brunette's silence. "Sora? What's wrong?" He took a look at what Sora was seeing, and had to fight the melancholic emotions that threatened to surface.

It was a picture of them. Roxas and Sora had their arms around each other, their faces showing complete happiness. Leon, Sora's older brother, has his hand ruffling Sora's hair. The older brunette has his arms around a blond man just about his age, with the latter hugging Roxas with his outer arm. The blond man was clearly smiling, with his blue eyes twinkling with comfort and affection. Leon wasn't smiling as broadly as the others, but if one could look closely, the usually serious man has his lips turned up slightly, the cobalt eyes swirling with emotion.

Sora slowly touched the immobile faces in the photograph. "It's been so long…" he whispered sadly. He looked the blond, who was decidedly not looking at him, though he perfectly knew that there were tears falling down on Roxas' cheeks.

The older blond man in the photograph was Cloud Strife, Roxas' older brother and Leon's best friend. He suddenly died in a motorcycle accident a few months before. It was a big blow for them all.

'NO!!! Cloud, don't leave me!'

'Roxas, stop it! He can't hear you anymore!'

'Shut up, Sora! Let me go! Cloud needs me!'

'Roxas, stop!! Cloud is gone! He's de–'

'NEVER SAY THAT WORD, SORA!! COME ON CLOUD, YOU'RE STRONGER THAN THIS! YOU WON'T LEAVE, RIGHT?! YOU WON'T LAEVE ME ALONE!'

'Roxas, calm down.'

'LEON! HOW COULD YOU JUST STAND THERE LIKE THAT!? DON'T YOU CARE WHAT HAPPENED TO CLOUD?!?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE HIS BEST FRIEND!!'

'Because I promised to Cloud.'

Roxas stopped, looking that the brunette's face, his clouded blue eyes shocked to see empty blue-grey eyes.

Leon was beyond grief.

He was broken.

'I promised Cloud that I'm not going to cry. Not anymore.'

Both of them turned simultaneously to the calendar on the countertop and saw the date. Their expression became from sadness to quiet comprehension.

"I can't believe it's been six months already." Sora whispered quietly, jumping off from the table and replacing the picture back in its original position.

"That's probably why Leon isn't in the house." Roxas answered, trying to discreetly wiping his face.

A gloomy air persisted, and Sora, who is unable to take silences well, went out of the room. The moment Sora stepped out, Roxas immediately broke down, unable to stop the tears falling from his face. It hurt. It still hurt. Cloud was a parent to him, the only person who took care of him when they were abandoned by their parents, or so he'd been told. Cloud always fought his battles for him, and he was the person who kept him alive after all this years.

"Cloud… I miss you so much…"

-/-

A bouquet of fresh flowers and a pot of smoking incense were in front of a grave.

A brunet was sitting in front of the grave, watching the smoke rising out from the burned incense. Its sweet smell filled the air, making the man close his eyes and inhale deeply.

Vanilla. His mind quickly recognized the scent.

'You smell like a girl, Cloud.'

'At least I don't smell bad like you, Squall.'

He relished in the small memory, making his wounds throb painfully in his heart. He opened his eyes and touched the gravestone in front of him, feeling the deep dents in which a name was carved in.

Cloud Strife.

"Hey Cloud." He spoke out loud. To hell what people would think.

"You must be sick of seeing my face everyday huh? Well, sorry about that. Sora and Rox are okay, at least, that's what I thought until I saw Sora with his hair dyed red last week. They still won't stop annoying each other."

He sighed deeply. A light breeze went through the grounds, and the flowers in the vase danced with the wind.

Blue Roses. Cloud's favorite kind.

'Squall, how did you get these roses? I mean–'

'Don't ask how, idiot.'

'…thanks.'

He didn't realize that his forehead had already touched the cool stone, his eyes splashed with tears.

Why did you take him away from us this early? I didn't even have the chance to say how much I love him…

-/-

Sora flopped boneless-ly on his bed, the exhaustion finally getting to his system. God, the day sucked. Roxas is crying again, and Leon probably was sitting beside Cloud's grave again.

Everyone missed Cloud. They were jokingly told once that they were like a family. Leon was the father, Cloud was the 'mother', and he and Rox were their children. They usually called the older blond "Mom", every time both of them would come home, mush to Cloud's irritation. They only stopped when the blond threatened to castrate them in their sleep.

Sora and Leon's real parents died in a car crash when Sora was a year old. It was Leon who worked hard to sustain them both, and it was in junior high when he met Cloud. And the rest, he said, was history. Sora shifted to side and looked at their family picture, the happy family that they had a few months ago.

I miss you, Cloud. No, that's not right.

He looked at the face of his blond surrogate parent, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes.

I miss you, mom.

He cried himself to sleep.

-/-

A pair of pale feet touched the window ledge lightly, and a thin hand grasped the edge tightly. A slender body clothed in glowing white silk slowly came in through the window, silvery hair glinting ethereally in the pale moonlight. Pair of white wings was behind his back, and the wings gradually disappeared as he jumped to the wooden floor lightly, his feet barely making a sound as aquamarine orbs observed his surroundings.

It was a room, he mused. Posters of different kinds were plastered on the walls, although it was too dark in the room to know what kind. CDs were placed haphazardly on one corner, with a couple of clothes strewn on the floor. There was a bed with its sheets strewn out everywhere with a lump in the middle. There was a desk on one corner, a closet on another one and there was a door leading to who-knows-where. While the room wasn't a pigsty, the place isn't the immaculate model of cleanliness either.

Humans are really strange creatures, he thought, stepping over what seemed like a wad of shirts stuck together.

Don't tell me that I'm going to stay in his hellhole! He said in disbelief.

A groan was heard from the side of the bed. His head snapped quickly to the direction of the sound, with one hand gripping his sword, his posture taking an offensive stance.

Idiot! Humans can't see you! His mind chided him. He could almost see a mini-him rolling his eyes at, well… him. He eventually loosened up and cautiously approached the bed. And he wasn't expecting the sight that greeted him.

A boy was sleeping soundly. His chocolate brown hair spiked up in all directions, framing his effeminate face beautifully. The boy's tanned skin glinted mutely in the darkness of the room. Long curled up lashes accentuated his eyes, and the steady rising of his chest told him quite clearly that the boy was dead to the world.

A brat? They sent me to earth just to take care of a brat?! He asked indignantly. He strode to the bedside, sat down and huffed, taking another glance at the sleeping brunet.

Look at him! He's small! He's a kid! He's probably ten or something. And he's probably a pain in the ass…

His hand reached forward and tweaked a wayward spike. The boy mumbled a protest and swatted the hand away. The angel drew back quickly as if he'd been electrocuted.

What the…?

Slowly he reached out again, stopping a millimeter where their skin should have meet. The boy shifted in his sleep, and was now facing him. Blood pulsed through his fingers, toward the part where their flesh is about to meet. Lightly he touched a smooth cheek, feeling the softness of the boy skin. At once, electricity surged through his body, and an overwhelming feeling crashed, making him jerk back again.

What is this I'm feeling?!

He looked at his hand, still tingling from the shock. He looked at the brunet, still sleeping peacefully. He was still feeling that power… the power that wanted him to submit fully to this boy. And he surrenders to no one, dammit.

What are you doing to me, you brat?

He was unconsciously leaning over, his green eyes skimming the contours of the brunette's face, the less-angled jaw line, the smooth baby cheeks, the way his lips parted when he breathed slowly in…

He gave himself a mental smacking. What the fuck?! What the hell am I doing?! Not ten minutes in this world and I'm already going insane!

The brunette shifted. The angel immediately flew away from the bed, not realizing that he had already opened his wings. He flew back on the windowsill, sitting as he watched the brunette wake from his slumber.

-/-

Sora groaned, trying to flex his otherwise locked joints. He opened his eyes, trying to focus his still blurred vision. "Urgh…" He moaned, sitting up in his bed, and rubbing his eyes, a headache coming quickly. "I swear, crying yourself to sleep is worse than a hangover…"

He opened his eyes and stared at the digital clock that he cursed for ruining his peaceful dreams. Once he chucked that spawn of Satan outside his window and when came back later, his clock was there, untouched, forever tormenting him.

12 am. God.

His room was virtually untouched except by him. He used to be nagged by Cloud to clean his room, which he flat out refused to do.

'Dammit Sora! One day, a snake's gonna come and live in your room!'

'Cool! I wanted a pet anyways! Thanks for the idea Mom!'

'SORA LEONHEART!! COME BACK HERE SO I CAN CASTARTE YOU!!'

He sighed and shook the painful memory away. This is not the time to remember again. He stood up from his bed, knowing by intuition which part of the floor is safe to stand in. He stretched and looked at his disheveled sheets.

Aw man! I swear Cloud; you are still alive and eating at my conscience.

He picked up the stuff on his floor one by one, pouting. He could almost see the triumphant smirk on the blond's face. Damned Cloud.

He took a glance at his window.

The stuff that he's been collecting for well, eternity scattered on the now dirty floor.

His eyes widened and he involuntary took a step backward.

Holy… if this was reality he would've died happily with a nosebleed. Yeah, he was gayer than Michael Jackson. Wait, he did not just think of that.

But shit, the guy sitting on his windowsill just brought the word 'sex god' into a live 3-Dimensional picture.

Man, he's hot!!! Inner Sora squealed.

Shut up! Why is he here in the first place?! The more responsible side of him asked.

You shut up! In my sixteen years of existence I have never seen anyone this fucking gorgeous!

Dude, he's glowing! Seriously! And look, you can see through him!

It took a moment to realize that he was staring at a translucent person.

And there were a pair of wings sprouting from his back.

He was staring at an angel. Quite literally.

And the said angel was staring at him with those gorgeous deep green eyes.

"What… are you?!" Sora gasped.

The angel looked incredulous, so to speak.

"You… can see me?!" He asked slowly, his aquamarine ayes showing confusion and slight shock. He stepped down from the window and stood right in front of the brunet. He stood a couple of inches higher than Sora, who was openly gawking at him. Riku cocked his head to the side and observed the younger boy.

"What am I? I'm an angel."

"A-angel?!"

"Your Guardian Angel, to be precise."

Sora fainted.

Don't kill me for killing Spiky!!! It hurts me to write this chapter because I just can't stand to see Leon crying! Don't worry though. Cleon is one of my favorite pairs so I'm sure as hell am gonna give some action! Aw, poor Sora, fainting at Riku's sexiness. And big daddy Seph is making an entrance in this fic!

So, like it? Hate it? Worship it and create an altar for it? Shred it to pieces and burn it to the ground? Tell me!! I love reviews. It makes me feel all fuzzy inside (god that sounded corny). Hey, it won't even take 10 seconds to type "It's great!" or "It's crap." So please, I grovel and beg at you knees, review! Constructive criticism I like, but flames? Well, go and fuck yourselves cause I'm not listening to you.