I always forget these kinds of things. This is rated for violence, very VERY occasional language, suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, and awkward moments (So far only in chapter 2, but I've only written half of chapter 3. I'm sure there will be PLENTY more of those.). CONSTAINS SPOILERS FOR TWILIGHT'S DESTINY!

Because Shadow traces so well (He did the pic art thing. It's Xane and Onix as lions. -ignoring obviousness-), I decided to get this up ASAP. Now, I type this the night I posted the prologue soo... We'll see when this gets out.

DISCLAIMER: I no own Kingdom Hearts. Nor do I own Xane. I wish I was awesome enough to own both, but I'm not, so I don't. XP I DO OWN ONIX THOUGH!

Chapter 1~ Sleep

I hold the knife in my hand, staring blankly at the blood crusting on the edge. I slowly let it drop to rest it against my wrist, taking another look around the alleyway.

It's not a well used one. A few trash cans here, a strewn away box there. It's abandoned, almost. I should know, considering I basically live here. I shouldn't be disturbed. Maybe I can die in peace.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes.

I've done so much. I deserve to die. Should have a long time ago.

I press down sharply with the knife, ripping it across my skin Deep cuts soon appear al over my arms as I visciously tear them apart. I finally lean back against the wall, vision swimming. My eyes slip closed as my body limply slaps the ground.

"...ey."

What?

"Hey. Wake up."

"... Wh-who?..."

"I'll tell ya' if you wake up."

But I don't wanna. I'm supposed to be dead. Why am I still alive? My wrists itch. Like... they've been bandaged.

A hand carefully and slowly moves under my back and gently pushes me up. Whatever. I moan in protest and comply, blearily opening my eyes.

I'm in a bed, a plain black comforter pooled around my lap and hanging off one shoulder. Taking a glance around the room, I find it's pretty well-kept.
A dresser up against the right wall, the bed I'm on against the left. It's a small room, with only the neccessities. My eyes drift over the doorway with the boy standing in it.

... Wait. What?

He has spikey, messy black hair. A few bangs fall in front of his cerulean eyes, so similar in shade to my own. He wears a black robe-cloak thing with matching black shoes. A sly smirk plays on his face, even though he's trying to look stern and cool at the same time by leaning on the door post with his arms crossed. He looks to be maybe a year older than me so about... fifteen, maybe?

My eyes drift down to my arms. They're bandaged up to just under my elbows. I look back up at the boy.

"Did you?..."

"Save you? Yeah, that's me."

"... Why?"

"Because." He walks over to me and places his hands over my wrists, raising an eyebrow when I flinch. "I felt like it."

I hate him. I don't even know his name and still I hate him. I loath him. "But I... don't deser-"

"Deserve to live?" He cuts me off and scoffs. "What could you have done that's so bad?"

I scowl and look away, tears springing to my eyes. "Y-you... wouldn't understand... any of what I say."

A hand on my chin forces me to look into the ravenette's azure eyes. "Try me. I've seen and done more than it looks like I would have."

Looking into his eyes... There's so much more there. Most people wouldn't understand Light and Darkness 'psychobabble'. But he looks like he'd understand. Maybe... It'd be nice if someone did know what I say...

I feel my eyes harden with my facade. "Fine. I got one friend locked inside the Realm of Darkness, another got taken over by a creepy old man and got amnesia, another friend was eradicated from existence, and I got the guy I love in a coma with his heart shattered for ten years." I rip my head from his grasp and look away. "Happy?"

A light yet dark chuckle. "Nope. Can't be. Physically incapable of it."

My head jerks back to look at the boy questioningly. His distant gaze locks with mine and turns amused and shrewed as he answeres my unspoken question.

"Maybe some other time."

He stands up and shifts towards the door as if he's about to leave. My eyes widen.

"W-wait!" He looks back at me for a second before shifting his gaze down. A light heat rises to my face as I realize I've grabbed his sleeve, but don't let go.

He rasies an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

"I-I just..."

"... Yeah?"

"What's your name?"

"What's yours?"

I grit my teeth angrily. "I asked you first!"

He completely turns around and leans into my face, his breath hot against my skin. He moves closer to my ear. I immediatly start scolding my pounding heart. Then he whispers, "I figured since I saved your life you'd go first. But I'll let it slip this time. The name's Xane. Now," A gloved hand pushes itself under my bangs and against my forehead. "Go to sleep."

Magic. It has to be.

I can already feel myself slipping under conciousness. "N-no..."

Too late.

I feel myself being gently eased back into the pillow as my head lolls to the side to catch a small glimpse of black. Somebody gently pulls th ecovers over me as my breathing evens out.

The last thing I register is a light chuckle and a, "Night."