""Two gangs, both alike in dignity,

In troubled Destiny Islands where we lay our scene,

From a legendary grudge they break to new hostility,

Where criminal blood makes criminal hands unclean.

From the belligerence of these two foes

A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;

Whose unforeseen heartbreaking overthrows

Do with their death destroy their comrades' strife.

The fearful course of their death-marked love,

And the continuance of their comrades' rage,

Which, but these children's end, never could fade,

Is now the storyline of this stage.


The story if you with patient eyes attend,

The tale once unclear, my toil shall strive to mend.""

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"Get back up, you worthless excuse for breath."

The world was spinning for the fifteen-year-old. His mind was in a hazy torrent of pain and dizziness as he struggled to push himself to his feet. In the back of his thoughts he kept asking himself why did he endure this…why did he want to join in the first place?

He bit his lip to stop himself from screaming out as his tired body writhed inwardly in pain. He was bleeding from various cuts and gashes all over his body. And the blood that couldn't escape littered his frail, beaten form with large, ugly bruises. Luckily, he had no broken bones, which surprised him very much. At the rate they had been going, he was sure they'd damage him permanently, at the very least.

Finally, he rose to his feet weakly, nearly falling over immediately but he held onto a nearby brick wall for support. As soon as he was up a fist was slammed into his face, knocking him back down to the ground with force. He groaned as he felt slick blood pass over his cheek.

He was then pushed onto his stomach, in which he couldn't help but wince at the contact between his bruised ribs and the rough, ragged street. Suddenly, a searing, burning pain was pressed into his neck, causing him to scream out. It was pressed harder into his soft skin, making him writhe in agony. After what seemed like hours the hot brand was removed, and he struggled to catch his breath in uneven gasps.

The leader smirked, satisfied.

"Welcome to The Disorder, Roxas."

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He traced over the burn marks gingerly, making out the numerals 'XIV' that were pressed deeply into his skin.

That had been a little under a week ago.

Roxas ran a hand through his spiked blonde mass of hair, and looked down at the sidewalk he was seated on. His strong desire to join The Disorder still mystified him. True, he may've been a high school drop out, a smoker, a rebel, and pretty much every parent's nightmare, but he wasn't a very violent kid. He avoided fights when he could, really. But when they did come along and he just happened to get shoved into the middle, he'd fight like a pro and knock them all out before he was even touched. It was no wonder why his best friend asked him to join his gang.

But why the boy actually agreed was another story altogether…

"Yo Roxas!"

The boy looked up to see the aforementioned man walking over. He responded, "Hey Axel."

Axel was an interesting person, about 22 years old. He was as thin as stick and pretty pale, giving him a sickly, vampiric appearance that girls just fell in love with for some reason. His eyes were a striking sea green color, which contrasted sharply with his bright red, severely spiked back hair. Under his eyes he had two brownish diamond-shaped marks. If anyone asked about them, he'd totally shut down. But everyone knew what they meant anyways, so no one had to ask.

The lanky man sat down next to his younger friend. "What's happenin' with you?"

"Not much." Roxas said. "Do we have a meeting today?"

"Yea. The Boss has plans for getting control of that old court down town. You know the one, right?"

The boy nodded. The court he was talking about was an old basketball court. However, out of all the courts on Destiny Islands, it was the most central in respects to each of the gangs' locations. Control of that court would mean a better watch on each other without looking overly suspicious.

Axel plucked a cigarette out of his pocket and lighted it. He inhaled it deeply and held it before releasing the thick smoke. He looked at Roxas. "Want one?"

He nodded, "Yea." The redhead gave him a cig and lit it for him. The two sat there for a while, smoking their cigarettes in silence as they watched old beat up cars speed down and up the road. They checked out any of the women that strode down the street to pass the time, whistling and making crude comments and earning themselves filthy looks from the ladies.

The skies faded from light grey to dark grey to even darker grey with faint, twinkling stars before they knew it, which signaled it was about time to go see their gang members. They flicked their lifeless cig butts at the ground without a care, and walked off into the dark, twisting alleys of downtown D.I.

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"You two are late."

"Yea, yea, whatever. It don't matter." Axel replied, waving the man off nonchalantly.

The members of The Disorder were waiting for the two in their private alley, a closed off area that had easy access to the rest of the winding alleys throughout the island. A few trashcans were scatted about the meeting area, a small, controlled fire lit within each to help illuminate the dark alleyway.

The man that Axel had waved off didn't exactly appreciate the disrespect. He glared at Axel and growled, "Be on time, #hithead."

The man giving them a hard time was Brixag, who was probably one of the sternest of the gang alongside a few others. Brixag was a heavy drinker who knew how to hold his liquor and hold it well. He was constantly in a serious mood, and didn't like to be bothered with. He was a pretty old guy, too; he had long, grey hair streaked with thinning black strips tied into a ponytail. His eyes were deep and scary, their menacing gold color cutting through anyone and anything. The scar over his cheek and the eye patch didn't help much, either.

Axel was about to snap rudely at him when his younger friend stopped him. "We're sorry, Brixag. It won't happen again." Roxas assured the man. The drinker grunted and walked back to the spot where he was previously. The blonde looked around and realized the leader was missing. He turned to another of his friends and asked, "Where's Xradenom?"

The woman whom he had asked was Ralexen, a kind, timid, and sweet person who was rather new to the gang like he was. She had black hair that was slicked back with the exception of two antennae like pieces sticking out and to the sides. She also had bright gold eyes that reflected her friendly personality. He had asked her because, although the leader never thought much of anyone, the two were the only females in the gang and they had a somewhat close 'relationship', if you could call it that.

The girl looked up at Roxas and said, "I'm not sure…she went off to take care of something this afternoon." She looked down, feeling bad. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of anymore help…"

"Aww, don't say that Ralexen!" the man who was sitting right next to her said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. "I'm sure you were a great help! Right Roxas?"

The blonde smiled and nodded. "Right, Xenzio."

Xenzio was a man who had feminine traits and interests, like his love to shop, but was certainly a very friendly person. He had pale blonde hair with pale orange highlights mixed in that fell over the side of his face and concealed his eye. His amber eyes shone with compassion for others, and he always had a smile on his face. He and Ralexen had been boyfriend and girlfriend for quite some time, and Roxas found it very sweet.

Ralexen smiled a little. "Okay…thanks, Xenzio."

The man smiled and kissed her cheek. "Anytime."

Axel made gagging noises, totally disgusted by the level of sweetness, and the fifteen year old elbowed him in the ribs to get him to stop.

"So everyone is here now."

Everyone knew that cold voice, and turned their heads in the direction from which it came from.

Standing there was Xradenom, a rather young girl of about fifteen years old. She had long, wavy blonde hair that fell a little short to her mid-back and cold, pale grey eyes that had a flicker of undying anger in them. Everything about her seemed cruel and uncaring. Her posture, her presence, her expression, everything. Her lips were set in a perpetual frown, and her eyes were fixated in an everlasting glare.

"We have much to discuss." She said simply, and all the other members gave her their undivided attention. She was one person that you did NOT want to anger, or even annoy.

As she went over the plan in a quick and efficient manner, Roxas couldn't help but gaze at the girl longingly. The boy had taken an instant liking to her despite her cold, evil disposition. Xradenom was an intelligent, strong being who wasn't afraid to take charge. She didn't take #hit from anyone, and he admired her for it. On top of all that, he found her absolutely stunning and beautiful.

"Psst, Roxas!"

A hissed whisper snapped the boy out of his trance and he looked over at the owner of the whisper, Axel. The redhead snickered and smirked at his friend.

"Getting a piece of that eye candy, I see?"

Roxas blushed angrily. "Shut up, Axel!"

"Axel. Roxas."

The two looked over at Xradenom, who was glaring back at them.

She said, "Shut the #uck up."

The two murmured their acknowledgements, and went back to listening quietly. Though, Roxas sighed inwardly, sadly, as he continued to gaze at the leader for a little longer.

It's too bad she'll never like me back…

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Done the second chapter at last!

It's been a while since I've written proper full-length chapters for a story, so please forgive my lateness. (gives all her readers cookies)

Also, I think I'm going to do Chapter Previews for this story, like I did for Bring Me To Life. So here we go:

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Chapter 3 Preview:

"Roxas, man, maybe its just time for you to move on. Find another girl, y'know?"

"This is our court, so back off!"

"Make us, #uckers!"

"I think this can be settled with a quick fight."

Roxas gave his opponent a strange look. Who was this guy?

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Until next time, ya'll!