Axel finally finished yelling at Lexaeus, the giant storming off in the opposite direction he was walking. He sighed, looking around. No one around. No sound either. Fuck I need to get a car, he thought pulling a cigarette out of the pack he kept in his back pocket, sticking it between his lips. He popped open his silver lighter, a small flame emitting from the end.

A chuckle suddenly echoed out from the darkness. Axel clicked the lighter closed, looking around, the cigarette emitting a small glow. "I thought you quit smoking." He jumped slightly at the voice. He turned to see a man standing behind him, a few inches shorter than Axel, the moonlight revealing his rose colored, layered hair.

"And I thought you were in jail," the red head responded, eyes narrowing.

"Ever hear of 'early release for good behavior'?" he asked, slowly walking in a circle around the taller man, smirking. "The guards there loved me. I had them begging for more my first night there."

"I highly doubt that," Axel said in a low voice, his malachite eyes following him.

"What's wrong? Didn't you miss me? I missed you." He lifted his hand, as if to touch Axel's face, but the red head stepped back.

"Why the fuck would I miss you, Marluxia? After what you did-"

"Only out of love darling-"

"You call stabbing me four times love? I'm lucky to be alive, fucker. Leave me the fuck alone or I'll call the police," Axel said storming past him, taking a drag from his cigarette.

A hand closed around his wrist and pulled him back against Marluxia's body. He struggled, shoving against the pink-haired man, but froze when the blade of a knife was pressed against his throat. "Now I thought you'd be a little foul tempered, especially seeing me after such a…pointless argument. If you would've just listened-"

"After hearing your 'requests'- I don't do shit like that unless I'm on top, fucker-" Axel winced slightly, feeling the sharp steel press harder on his neck.

"Language, Axel darling. You always were a bit too strong minded for your own good. Doesn't take much to fix that, however." The red head flinched, feeling a pair of warm lips on the nape of his neck. He gritted his teeth and, without really thinking, thrust his free arm back, elbowing Marluxia in the gut.

The pinkette wheezed, releasing Axel at once, folding his arms around his middle. The taller took off immediately, running to the side-walk, keeping his eyes glued to the litter of lights a few blocks ahead.

An ear-shattering BANG erupted through the night. The red head fell, pain splintering up his leg from his ankle. He bit his lower lip, pressing a hand over the small wound above his ankle bone, which was bleeding profusely. He hissed in a breath and looked up.

Marluxia was walking toward him, laughing softly, returning a steaming pistol to his jacket pocket. Axel tried edging away, but his leg wouldn't let him do so. The other man knelt beside him, placing a hand on his pale cheek. "I always get what I want, Axel." The red head moved away, just in time to see a flash of silver. He gasped in a breath, blood spilling out onto the concrete. He brought a hand to his throat, holding it against the gash.

Marluxia kissed his forehead and raised the knife to strike again. Axel looked him dead in the eye, not letting him be satisfied by seeing his fear. The pinkette stopped abruptly, seeing two dots of light appear in the distance. He chuckled slightly and stood up. "I'll see you later, love." He winked and ran across the street, disappearing into the woods.

Axel blinked furiously, trying to stop tears of pain from leaking out. He looked up at the fast approaching car. I need to get their attention, he thought. He bit his lower lip and brought his good leg forward. He stood, with difficultly, trying to keep weight off his ankle. He kept a hand clamped around his neck, but the bleeding wouldn't stop. His vision was starting to blur.

He could see the outline of the car. Red? Then again, everything was starting to look red. He stumbled off the curb, falling onto his knees when weight hit his bad ankle. He looked up to see bright headlights. He heard a screech of breaks and his head hit the pavement, everything going black.

"Axel? Can you hear me?"

Said red head groaned upon hearing his name. His head, throat, and ankle were throbbing in pain. Last thing he could remember was blacking out on the street. He slowly opened his eyes to blinding white light. He blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes. A boy with spiked up blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes came into focus. He smiled slightly and sat down, having been leaning forward. "Glad you're finally awake. I was worried."

"R-Roxas?" Axel said with difficultly. He felt like he had a rope around his neck.

The blonde shook his head. "I wouldn't talk much right now. You…have a bad cut on your throat."

"Don't care. Shit like this has happened to me before," Axel said looking up at the ceiling.

Roxas sighed. "Fine. What happened? I mean, I can see what happened but who hurt you? I saw you on the sidewalk…you fell and I nearly hit you."

Axel shrugged. "Ex-boyfriend. Just got out of prison. Heh, guess he's going back," he said with a slight smirk.

Roxas frowned. "It's not funny, Axel. You could have bled to death."

"One less sin on the street." The blonde scowled and Axel laughed. "You're cute, kid."

Roxas seemed taken aback by this. His cheeks turned pink and he looked down at the floor. "Um, I got your phone before the doctors took you back," he said pulling the thin device out of his pocket. I didn't know who to call so…"

"Oh. Demyx. Boyfriend. He'll freak out if I'm not home. Scratch that, he's probably freaking out at the moment." He held his hand out for the phone.

"Rest," Roxas said standing, flipping the cell open. "I'll call him. Anyone else?" Axel shook his head. Roxas walked toward the door.

"Maybe Reno." Roxas looked back. "Twin brother. Guess he should know I'm here." The blonde nodded, stepping outside.

He saw the doctor he'd talked to when he'd gotten to the hospital walking toward him. "Um, Dr. Valentine? Axel is awake now."

"Thank you, Mr. Hart," he said sweeping his long, black hair back as he walked into Axel's room.

Roxas sighed and found Demyx in the phone's contact list and pressed send, bringing it to his ear.

It rang three times before he finally got an answer. "'lo?"

Roxas looked at the phone. The voice sounded very sleepy. "Is this Demyx?"

"Quit playing 'round, Axy. Mm trying to sleep. What'd ya want?"

Roxas sighed. Some boyfriend. "It's not Axel. My name is Roxas. I'm his new neighbor. We…haven't formally met."

"Oh," Demyx responded, yawning loudly. "What's up? Why do you have Axy's phone?"

"…Axel is in the hospital-"

"WHAT? What happened?"

Roxas had held the phone out then he'd yelled. He brought it back to his ear and said, "Someone attacked him. I was driving home when I saw him on the sidewalk. I called 911 and followed the ambulance here."

Demyx sniffed, like he was trying not to cry. "Did Axy say who…?"

"Mm-mm. All he said was ex-boyfriend. Anyway, he told me to call-"

"Marluxia."

"you so you- huh?"

"Um, nothing. What hospital and room number?"

"Twilight General and 206."

"'Kay. Tell Axy I'll be there soon."

The other line clicked in Roxas's ear and he sighed, closing the phone. He glanced back down the hall. Dr. Valentine stepped out of Axel's room, closing the door behind him. His red eyes were glued to a paper on the clipboard in his hands. He stepped across the hall, opened another patient's door, and disappeared inside.

Roxas flipped the phone open again and went to the contacts list. He pressed send when he found Reno.

I made Marluxia a bad guy again... I'm sorry he's a good bad guy! Dx