A.N. Oh no! 'Tis chapter seven! Whatever shall we do?! (I know, you're all thinking, 'Read it, you stupid idiot,' but whatever. Heh heh) Anyhoo, you'll just have to R&R if ya wanna find out if our favoritest blonde is going to end up with Riku or Axel. Heh heh…those of you who get my drift, you get a…moose? I dunno. Anyway, just read the damn thing. Nyeah.

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Roxas cried out in pain as he felt the cruelly sharp incisors bury themselves in his neck. He was an idiot, letting himself get too close. Now he was going to be a dead idiot.

Riku growled, but it was more quizzical than menacing. His senses slowly returned, and the violet drained from his eyes again, for the last time. The silver-haired wolf's grip loosened, and Roxas slumped from his grasp, standing but staggering.

And as Roxas' vision blurred, the lat thing he remembered was the look of abject horror on Riku's—his Riku's—face. Then everything went black, and the shame and self-hatred and pain were lost to the merciful darkness of unconsciousness. He welcomed it gratefully, vaguely wondering if he would ever wake up again.

Riku whimpered, watching the blonde fold onto the soft, damp soil. Agony sprang through his entire body, wracking him, but it was overpowered by immense hatred for his tainted self. He just…killed, or at least hurt badly…the Nobody. Roxas. He whined, nudging Roxas' still form. He didn't move. Riku whimpered again.

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Roxas slowly awakened, thoughts barely forming in his sluggish mind. Wasn't he supposed to be dead..? 'No,' he decided, as waves of increasingly sharp pain swept through his psyche, 'It hurts too much.'

He struggled to his feet, amazed that he still had the energy to stand. His legs trembled violently, threatening to buckle, but he willed himself to stay erect. Looking around slowly, he saw no sign of the silver wolf.

Actually, that wasn't entirely true. A trail of blood stretched into the forest, dark and fresh. Roxas sniffed it. Yep, definitely Riku. But what was he doing? Where did he think he was going?

Forcing himself to move, he stumbled through the forest, fighting dizziness and nausea. Through practice, he knew that the wounds would heal incredibly swiftly, but that didn't do a damn thing for him right now. His head swam with blood loss, vision blurring in and out of focus. But it was still clear enough to see the blood shining on the ground.

After a while, he had recovered enough to also see that it was beginning to get just a bit lighter. There was only, probably, about an hour or two of furriness left, then they would return to normal. Well, as normal as they could.

It was obvious enough, to Roxas at least, that Riku was slowing down. There were several large patches of blood where it looked like he had fallen or collapsed. Roxas picked up his pace, trotting, ignoring the spasms of pain that sang through his body. It wasn't too long after that that he finally saw a flash of bright silver between the trees ahead of him.

It was Riku, and he was definitely not doing as well as Roxas. The broken leg prevented him from going anywhere fast, and blood streaked down his entire body, staining the floor of the forest a deep vermillion that shone in the bright moonlight. That same light shone off of his fur, each crystal strand capturing the shine, and the scarlet striping down his body appeared vivid in contrast.

He heard Roxas approach, turning his head slowly. Sorrow emanated from his eyes, the emotion becoming lost in a mix of relief, pain, and anger as he tilted, collapsing. Roxas cried out, rushing to his side as fast as his broken body would allow him.

Riku was definitely in worse shape than he was, Roxas concluded, staring down at the older boy and his demolished body. And he knew that as soon as the sun came up and they changed back, Riku would be left in the middle of the forest, without protection in any form, the wounds on his body exposed even more than they were now. After all, neither human or Nobody had fur.

He stared about him desperately, and for the first time wished that the sun would stay down for just a bit longer. Taking one last look at Riku, he tore off through the woods, trying his best to disregard the waves of dizziness and pain. As he streaked through the rapidly brightening forest, wooziness nearly causing him to crash into obstacles, but he reached the edge soon enough at the rate he was going, flying across the white sands with clouds of ivory grains following his steps.

Sora's house wasn't dark. The idiot had one back, and was still there. Roxas swore to himself, making a mental note to teach Sora as much as he could about werewolves before this was all over. But first, he had Riku to think about.

The door was sent flying off its hinges as he smashed his torn body into it, barely aware that he had left a huge red splotch on it's otherwise unflawed whiteness, but the noise caused Sora, sitting restlessly on the couch, to leap up and scream.

"Jesus Christ!" he panted, seeing who it was. "Roxas, don't—Oh my God, what happened to you?"

Roxas whined. Sora's hand flew to his open mouth as the blonde folded carefully to the carpet. "Hang on!" he whimpered, scared. "I'll get first aid…o-or something!"

He left, and Roxas immediately scrambled to his feet, rushing into a bedroom. With his teeth, he managed, after a shirt period of puzzling it over desperately, to open the closet, tearing two shirts and two pairs of pants from the hangers, hoping that his teeth wouldn't leave punctured holes. At the thought of punctures, however, his body resounded with pain again, so he quickly shoved the thought aside.

Just as he was emerging from the room, Sora came back in hurriedly, looking at Roxas in confusion, rolls of bandages in his hands. Without even pausing, Roxas rushed him, snatching the white material from his hands in his already-stuffed mouth, and was gone through the door before Sora even had time to draw breath in shock.

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As he ran, Roxas hoped against hope and time that he would make it back before the sun came up. He had to.

Light was just hitting the tops of the trees as he found the older canine again, the mutilated body having not moved from the spot where Roxas had originally found him. Roxas whined, dropping everything as his body Changed, mouth no longer big enough to fit everything.

Riku lay facedown on the ground, and Roxas was finally able to see the full extent of the damage. Abhorrence assaulted him as he registered that it was he who caused this horrifying demolition.

Dressing quickly, he grabbed the slightly damp roll of bandages from where they lay on the ground. Tearing off a chunk, he began to methodically dress the unconscious boy's wounds, the whole time wiping off the still-flowing blood from the pale skin.

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A.N. I know, I know, not a very satisfying chapter, but it's…oh, crap, its 12:30. Time sure flies when you're writing angst, doesn't it? Anyway, not a very satisfying chapter, but it's late and I like to update as often as I can. Plus, I thought that this was a good stopping point. But don't worry, chapter—oh my God, eight? Chapter eight? You have to be kidding me. This was going to be a really shirt fic, but I guess it kinda got out of hand, didn't it? Anyway, review or whatever. I love you all. Now let me go to sleep.

P.S. Roxas is sneaky. He planned that whole thing with Sora out. Tricky little devil, inne? Gotta love the bastard. ♥