This chappter is for: sanamimorris Serena McKeenzo my first reviewers your reviews mean so much to me, they make me wanna write more.

Shortish chappter, im kinda happy with it. Hopefully the next chappter will be longer. Till then R&R ok!

Tap tap tap tap tap tap!!! Urgent foot falls one after the other muffled by stealth, a steady rhythum killing the silence but also trying to obay it. Bt the louder sound was that of his racing heart. He sould be used to it by now, but still his heart always raced. It was a weakness he didnt want to admit. He was still afraid and discusted. He felt as if his heart was a ferocious beast trying to brak free of its prison.

His job.... if you could call it a job, terified him. One thing he knew, he could lose. He couldnt afford to disobay. His heart beat againt his cheast like a caged animal, it hurt. It wanted to burst free.

He realised he had stopped, lost in thought and the stampeding of his heart. Calm down. He had to calm down. Take a deep breath. Move. Get it over with. Forget.

Forget. If onlt it was that simple. No time for that now though. He had to keep moving.

The stead silent beat of his feet stopped. Again. He was hear. It was time. A glint of metel. Cold and crule. Voice that didn't register, nothing made sence. An explosion. Smoke, red, everything was red. And then the welcomeing black ness.

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Clencing his fist tight he took a deep breath. Stupid fool. Why had he even accepted the womans invitaion.

'Because she was the first to treat you like a person.' his mind stated simply.

Stupid mind. Always butting in. And then there was the boy, the one with black hair. He had felt naked under that stare. The one the boy gave him so early in the morning. It was so scrutanizeing. But there was no hate in thoughs eyes, just curiosty. Like that of a childs seeing something new that it didn't fully understand.

Stupid. It was stupid to humor these thoughs. That he could forget, no, he could never forget. He didn't deserve to. He heaved a deep sigh gulping creed amounts of oxigen, only then did he realise that he was sobing, that tears were creating a silent river down his face. He had to leave. He had to go home.

Home, were was home. Home was a lost memory and the house he lived in now nothing but a shetler. A shiled against the world. Agains his worst fear, people.

The rain, beating down on him. He hadn't noticed the rain. It fell down his face, body, numbing him. Cold. The cold was good.

"Hey Sora dont run away!"

Run away? He had alway run away. It was all he could do, all he knew. The rain, it would always find him though. And beat him. It was his reminder. And the cold.

A gentle hand on his shoulder for comfort, he flinched. He didn't deserve pity.

"Whatever iv'e done to upset you im sorry Sora. Forgive me?" a sincear voice. So true. So careing. He didn't desere it.

"No, i don't. You've done nothing to forgive. Now leave, i want to be alone."

Voice so cold. Cold, yes, the welcomeing cold. He needed it's warmth, its comfort. The cold.

"No way, somethings wrong. I ain't leaving you hear."

Why did the fool have to care. Couldn't he just let him wallow in his self pitty.

"Leave." the voice was dangerous and threatining now. Were was the cold, he didn't want to be like this. Not agoin no, the cold was good. But the dangerous side of him, no.

"At least let me give you a ride home."

That word again, home? What was home? Were was home? He didn't have a home, didn't deserve one.

"Ok." his voice was quiet, a lost child. He hated showing weakness, he was not weak, would never be weak. The darkness, the spining sickness. The head ache that suddenly came on. There was no light.

"Woah!" Zax said in surprize as the boy fell into his arms. He had fainted. He blinked slightly in shoke. Saw the wet paths the tears had carved into his pale cheeks. Who was this boy?

Zax shifted his weight and lifted the boy into his arms. He was surprizingly light. Worry filled him and a strange feeling surged through him. But he needed to get the boy home. It was dark and cold and he was only wearing a thin shirt.

"Who are you?" Zax whispered as he walked to the car. He was glad he bought the car. The rain was soking his shirt and numbing his limbs.

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"What happened?"

"I dunno he just fainted, out like a light." a gentle hand reached for the blonds forhead.

"Oh, hes burning up, get him to the guest room now. And get him out of though wet clothes, he'll catch his death of cold."

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So hot, he felt like death. Falling falling forever. And it was so dark, like him.

'You're a failiour boy.'

'You can't do anything right'

'Fool!!'

'You can't escape who you are, you will always be a killer.'

'Killer!!Murderer!Monster!EVIL!!'

'You can't escape who you are, what you are.'

'YOU CAN NEVER FORGET!'

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"Sora? Sora, hey Sora. Wake up."

'Were am am, what happened. Why am i here? Who am i? What..... What happened?'

"Sora?"

"Who's Sora?" his voice was croaky like a taod and his mouth felt like a desert.

"You're Sora you idiot, now here drink this." Warm coforting liquid wet his throat. No he didn't deserve comfort. No, he was a monster.

"What happened?"

"You fainted. You have a temerature too. Are you feeling better now Sora?"

Sora, whos Sora. Oh, yes, now he remembered, he was Sora now. He wouldn't be that monster any more. He wouldnt be Clo........

"Ah, Sora your awake. Good. The doctor was here earlyer, he said you sould get pleanty of rest and to take these twice a day." the woman from earlyer handed him a small bottle of pills.

"Stay here tonight ok, its late and you need to rest. If you need anything Zax will help you, i have to go into work. Ok, sleep well now." and she left.

His head hurt, it was light road works were going on iside it. He close his eyes against the blinding light. It hurt.

"Too bright." there were shuffling foot steps and a click. The bright light was gone. He let out a content sigh. That was better. He was so comroftable, even the banging in his head couldnt discomfort him. He felt a large hand rest gently on his forhead.

"You're still hot." there was the sound of water. Something being dipped into a bowl. Then dripping. Then the cold, the pain in his head eased. The water trickled to his eyes. He didnt care. He was too comfortable. But the gentle hand was there again, to brush away the water that dripped from the flanal.

"Why do you care?"

"Why? Because you needed help, i couldn't just leave you there. What are friends for."

"Friends?"

"Yup, if thats ok with."

"Friends." he'd never had a friend. He always hurt the people who got near him. What would make this boy any diffrent.

"I need to sleep now." there was a tired sigh and a shuffle of feet.

"Call me if you need anything." Zax was greeted without a reply.

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