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Summary: Everyone's sixteen. Their life's actually close to normal. School, fights, hookups, breakups, and the works. Then Ray and Kai stumble upon an unusual girl. She'll turn their normal teenage life upside down. Of course it won't be easy with her trying to outlive her past. Can she forget her past experiences and in the process melt the ice from the heart of another? Guess we'll find out! Kai x OC

A Fiery Phoenix and a Shadow Wolf

Chapter 1:

Pain.

That sums up everything I could feel. I painfully forced my eyes open and took in my dark surroundings. My eyes chose to close and I had to fight to get them open. They only focused half-heatedly as if they didn't really care one way or the other. The cold stone walls of the alley met my gaze and I sighed mentally.

An indescribable pain erupted from every nerve in my body as I pushed myself from the cold wet ground. Wait why was it wet? It hadn't rained had it? As I managed to stand shakily I turned to see the dark blood that stained the ground where my sore body had lain moments ago. My blood.

Gritting my teeth against the pain that throbbed through my body I limped towards the light that signaled the end of the alley. My foot caught on something and I tripped, my knees smashing to the hard ground. Years of experience had taught me not to yell out and I bit my lip instead. The metallic taste of blood entered my mouth but I ignored it, pulling myself back onto shaky legs. This time I chose to use the way to help me on my journey and I finally reached the end of the alley.

I wasn't sure how much more of the pain I could take but I wouldn't have admitted that to anybody, no matter how grave the consequences. I growled at myself angrily, the small noise scratching the back of my dry throat like sandpaper. But I didn't care; how could I be so weak? My breath already came in ragged gasps and my limbs shook uncontrollably.

My legs gave way and I found myself on the ground once more. Had anyone been walking by the alley they would have seen the dangerous fangs that were showing in a snarl. What was left of her control over her body seemed to disappear as she slid limply to the now blood splattered ground.

'Why didn't I die? Why did I always survive everything? It always just led to more pain. The memories wouldn't go away! They wouldn't leave me alone!'

The thoughts disintegrated just as quickly as they had come as I blacked out...

A raven-haired boy walked slowly down the deserted street. Nobody really used the street and it was easy to see why. It was in poor condition and didn't lead to anywhere important. It was lined with a few alleyways but other than that only trash seemed to keep the street from being completely empty.

A few years ago there had been a major gang fight held there and most people were still scared to venture onto the turf. The boy's amber eyes gleamed in the sunlight as he glanced around at the numerous graffiti markings.

As his eyes wandered the tarnished walls his ken sight caught a small movement. He stopped dead, expecting a tattooed boy to jump out at him, gun held at the ready. Instead, the panic left his eyes, as he saw a small black lump.

'Probably a stray dog...' he mumbled to himself as he continued walking. His course soon had him walking past the lump and as he turned his head to confirm his suspicions, the panic returned to his eyes. He dashed over to the ''lump'' and kneeled beside it hesitantly.

Grabbing the lump he turned it over and pulled it closer to him. Moving strands of hair, he soon revealed a girl's face. Her stringy black hair plastered itself to her face and clothes. Her clothes were tattered, dirty, and...wet? He pulled his hand back from where he had been moving the girl's hair from her face and saw the blood.

His eyes flooded with worry as he scooped the girl up bridal style and took off running. A short while later found them both standing on someone's front porch. Shifting the girl's weight slightly in his grip, he moved a hand and rapped on the large front door. When no one answered he beat harder and gave it a swift kick. There was a small click as the door unlocked and the knob twisted slowly as if still wanting him only to go away.

"What are you doing here Ray? And who the hell is that?"

Ray looked up to see a teenage boy his age staring at the girl. "She hurt," Ray replied. "Why don't you take her to your place then?" "Because it's to far away Kai!" Kai gave another disapproving look towards the girl but stepped aside to allow Ray through. As he walked in, it was obvious he had been here before. He told Kai he was going to fix the girl up before heading for a bathroom.

Once Ray had lain her down to work on her injuries he saw just how fragile she looked. Her slim body was covered in long cuts and what looked like whip marks, and bruises were scattered across her body. Her black t-shirt and baggy black pants had helped to hide the blood from view and he noted they were soaking wet with blood. As he lifted her shirt up slightly to reach a gash across her abdomen he saw the effects of malnutrition. Her ribs showed clearly and her stomach looked like it was used to maybe a meal every couple of days if that.

After he had finished bandaging her he pondered on what to do. Kai would never let her stay with her clothes full of blood. It wasn't that he was a bad guy, a little distant but not bad. He just wouldn't want someone to blame him for her injuries. He had enough to put up with without that attention. Standing up he turned to the sink and filled a small glass with cold water.

Kneeling back down to where she was lying on the floor he lifted her head up from the ground and tipped the glass to her parched lips. For second or two, the water juts drizzled down the sides of her face and he was about to give up when the water disappeared. A glance towards her small throat concluded that she was drinking the water and Ray smiled triumphantly.

Something cold ran into my mouth and I couldn't help but take a sip. Who wouldn't after being deprived of food for a little over a week now? The water was so cold it seemed to burn my dry throat but I didn't stop drinking. When the refreshing water was taken from my grasp I forced my eyes open to find the culprit.

Instead of the man I was expecting to see, I saw a raven-haired boy that could be no older than me. His golden eyes shone happily with triumph at my awakening and the smile on his face was genuine. Ignoring the pain that had returned to my aching body, I hurriedly pushed myself up to a sitting position. Even though he didn't make a move I did, scooting farther away from him until my back was pressed against a cold, smooth surface.

And no, I wasn't scared. It was more of an instinct for me. I mean, I came from a place where a drop of water or crumb of food cost you dearly. And I'm not talking cash. And here this boy had just given me an entire cup of water. Doesn't seem like much to you does it? Well when you're used to paying for it with your own sweat and blood...it's ALOT.

I could see the confused expression on his face but I wasn't going to correct him. Damn, I was still trying to figure out how to handle the situation I was in! I couldn't make up my mind whether I should bolt right then or bid my time. Wait for a hot meal or leave before I found out I'd have to pay for that too. Should I play dumb or just jump out that window above my head?

I didn't have time to ponder long because the golden eyed neko jin was already on his feet. He disappeared from the room and I couldn't help but blink in surprise. But he returned a few minutes later with an armload of clothes. 'See what happens when you get thirsty? You end up having to do the laundry.'

I stood up expectantly, waiting for him to dump the load of clothes in my arms. Instead however, only three things were thrown in my direction: a shirt, some pants, and a pair of boxers. I looked at him questioningly and he pointed wordlessly to something behind me. Turning I saw what my back had been against earlier, a shower.

I turned back to the boy but he had already disappeared. My mouth faltered on the question I had been about to ask and I hurried to the door. Closing the door, I heard a small 'click' as the lock snapped into place. My eyes shifted from the window to the shower and back again as I tried to figure out which way I wanted to go.

Settling on the shower I hurried over and after a small difficulty, had warm water spraying from the shower head. I could always run afterwards right? And plus, if he had done all this then wouldn't he also fix me something to eat? Don't get me wrong, I don't like taking advantage of anybody's hospitality, not that I got much, but I was starving and my stomach growled faintly.

I struggled out of the blood soaked clothes and left them on the floor before jumping into the shower. As the warm water rolled over mybody I sighed almost happily. The warm water was cleansing and I soon started scrubbing the dried blood from my body. The soap burned my numerous cuts and aches and the bandges that I had found wrapped around my body came off in the water. After I had washed my hair as well I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel protectively around myself.

I cut off the water and dried myself off quickly before changing into the clothes that the boy had left for me. I wiped the steam from the mirror to see the final effect and nearly fell over laughing. And believe me, I don't laugh easily. It was just something about the way I looked, I guess.

The baggy black pants had to be held up by a belt wrapped twice around my slender waist and the dark grey shirt was loose and baggy. The there was my hair, which, instead of being plastered stringily to my face hung wetly down my back. My snort of laughter was cut short as me gaze met its reflection.

I cursed my eyes whenever I got the chance. It wasn't because I didn't like them, it was because everyone else seemed to dislike them. The left was a light grey with the right was a dark grey. Why people didn't like them I would never be certain. They just didn't and I had stopped questioning it a long time ago.

Grabbing my clothes and towel, I unlocked the door and stepped out into the hallway. Looking left to right I was immediately lost. I stood in the hallway awkwardly, unsure of which way to go. I was about to rethink the 'jumping out the window' plan when someone walked around a corner. Uncertainly, I waited for the two toned haired boy to walk by to see if he said anything.

As he passed, he stopped. This didn't look like the same beat up girl that Ray had just brought in a awhile ago. "Ray's that way," the boy commented, pointing a finger over his shoulder. His voice was emotionless and sounded slightly gruff from lack of use. Obviously not the talkative kind of person.

Sprinting in the direction the boy had just pointed, I was hoping that Ray was the boy I had seen and not some weirdo that I had never seen before. I sighed in relief as I entered a door at the far end of the hall and saw ''Ray'' sitting on a couch. He looked up with a smile as I entered the room and started laughing. Obviously my clothes were as bad as I thought they were.

But sad for him, I hated people laughing at me. I had had people laugh at me all the time and it was never for a good reason. Thus I had built up a unusual strong disliking for it. His laughing was good-natured, I could hear it in his voice. But my instincts could have cared less. They sent me bolting for the large doors that I guessed was the exit.

I heard his laughing stop suddenly as he realized I was gone but I was already at the door. Flinging it open, I sprinted across the porch, down the stairs, and through the yard. I had no idea where I was running to but I didn't stop either. Ok so you thought that was stupid right? Running off because someone laughed? For you it might be but that's just the way I'm used to living.

Why run? Well that's easy. Birds burst into flight at the sound of unfamiliar footsteps and rabbits dart to their burrows at the sight of an uninterested dog. It's just like that with me. It's an instinct I'm not sure if I'd ever be able to live down. When I don't like my surroundings or something doesn't feel right, my instincts say one thing. RUN. And who am I to challenge them?

Am I crazy? you might ask. No, not yet. This is just my life...

Lost And Fading: Hope you liked it and please review! I wanna know if you think I should continue this or just drop it! Thanks!