A/N: I am starting this story on the fact I am bored with everything else and I need something raw and delicious. No one has appeased me so I have to set out to do it myself. I do not know where it is going but I hope I will not disappoint. Note I am terrible with grammar cannot even spell the word. In other words, grammar is out the window. I am sorry, to everyone who reads this story.

And alas (I told you my grammar was bad) this is AU I will be using some facts and some fiction and some things I just want in there for my own selfishness. This is Yaoi aka GAY. Got a problem? No? Good. Pairings: 1x2 Warnings: Yaoi, murder, action, explosives, cussing, abuse, rape, fatigue, starvation, neglect; and whatever my fucked up head can fathom. Enjoy.

Story Title: I am Not the One

Prologue

I watched in horror, as he jumped in front of the bus. He had to save me from them. He had to bring me back alive, along with himself. He looked at me with those dark crystal eyes. Then we both saw it coming. The bus, the enemy was barreling down towards me in the bus. I became frozen not able to move; I said prayers to the saints, and god. Then right before impact, I felt it I saw it, he jumped. I was on the curb clutching the cross my Father had given me. He was on the street head to the pavement. People began gathering. I sat there stunned.

"Phone an ambulance!" a person shouted from the circle around him.

I gained my composure and went forward. I did not have enough time to talk to him. He did not tell me anything except I was in danger. I did not believe him I walked away. The bus, that bus was for me. I saw three men in black coming towards me and the mystery blue eyed man. They packed guns. I was unarmed.

"I'm a doctor let me through" I said pushing my way through the crowd. I could not leave his corpse there. When I entered, I was amazed as was everyone else. The man sat up and cracked his neck. He shot me a dirty look, I grinned guiltily. We were in this predicament over me, not him.

"You're a doctor?" He said I nodded. "Get a cab I need a hospital."

I helped him up as he feigned patient. He eyed the three suits and I miraculously got into a cab him with me. The crowd looked confused. I was confused.

"Where am I taking you?"The cab driver with a heavy accent said in front of us.

"853 West Ave; step on it." The blue-eyed man said and glared at me.

"What the fuck just happened back there!" I shouted. The driver shot us a suspicious look.

"Answers will come soon." The blue-eyed man said. He then sat back and closed his eyes.

"What about those men following us?" I said a nervous mess my hand holding my head up as my braid slumped to the floor. "Why the hells are they after you; what do you want with me?

"Hn." Was the only response I received. "Driver use back streets; money is of no problem. Step on it again." He told the driver then pulled a pistol out and flashed it at him. "I do mean it."

The ride taking the backstreets in the city lasted thirty minutes. There was thirty minutes of silence, as I feared for my life. There was thirty minutes of the driver, eyeing the gun nervously when we pulled up to, the back entrance of wherever the driver dropped us off. The blue-eyed man pointed the gun at me. My captor gave the driver 200 dollars and the driver gladly pulled away ignoring me the hostage.

"Inside". He said. I looked at his more closely now. He was magnificent looking. The muscles so toned. He had tanned skin that was pure not a blemish. His eyes were dark crystal blue that could kill you if you looked wrong. His hair was messy; it suited him brown and spiky and just a messy look. He was wearing a green shirt and some jeans. Nothing was out of the ordinary with him, except he had a gun to me.

"Do you speak a different language perhaps?" He muttered glaring. Those eyes made me fearful. I shook my head negatively and listened to his original order. I went to the door opening it. He was behind me. I felt him jab the barrel of the pistol into my back. "Keep going." Was all he had to say. I was well on my way.

We were in what looked like an abandoned building in the city. Not surprising, West Ave was full of them. 20 years ago, West Ave was booming; now it was poverty-stricken.

"What do you want with me?" I said softly after he grabbed my shoulder stopping me.

"We don't want you; we just don't want them to have you."

"Wait who is we? Who are them… and who the hell are you?" I said I was about to turn around when I felt a painful blow to my head. I fell backward; I looked into crystal blue eyes as I fell. They were emotionless; they were so blue, so very very blue.