" I believe in you,Axel."

The last words of the only person I have ever truly loved. I hate to tell a story such as this, but it is a story that needs to be told. I must warn you, this story of mine doesn't have a happy ending. Far from it. However, I implore you to listen. Listen to my story about drugs, hate, hope, sex, ice-cream, blood, blonde hair, passion, vengeance, and death. Listen to my story that is, above all else, about love.

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"Axel, let's get the hell out of here! The fucking cops are here!" The red-head looked up, bloodstains clearly visible on his face.

"Shit!" He released the collar of the shirt that he had been gripping whilst repeatedly punching some nameless punk, and wiped at his face. Somehow the cops always came before he could finish beating the life out of people. He glared at the bloody and halfway unconscious teenager at his feet, and kicked him in the stomach for good measure. Before he began to trail behind his companion, he witnessed the boy curl into the fetal position and cough up red blood. This pleased Axel. It meant he had done some real damage.

"Axel! Hurry up!" Axel snapped back to reality, and his current situation. He knew he couldn't get caught again. He had nearly been thrown into juvie the last time, but had gotten off with a warning from the judge. This was his last chance. Axel picked up the pace a bit, and tried to catch up with the familiar figure he was following.

"S-Saix, wait a sec!" If he was heard, he was ignored, for Saix didn't stop. He didn't even do so much as to slow down. Though this usually wouldn't have mattered to the seemingly heartless Axel, the fact that his best friend was ditching him hurt a little. Yes, even Axel had enough of a heart to be hurt. Axel watched with disdain as Saix disappeared into a rather ominous looking alleyway. At the precise moment that Axel lost sight of Saix, his vision was flooded with incredibly bright white light. For a split-second, he feared that he had been blinded, however, that fear was quickly replaced with a more troublesome reality. To put it simply, Axel had been caught.

Sighing, Axel threw his hands up in surrender. He knew the routine, and didn't need to be told. He braced himself for the next part to come. He was practically tackled into a wall, and his wrists were held against the cold, rust colored brick. Another cop promptly came and patted every inch of Axel's body. Axel silently mused to himself about how he could sue for sexual harassment. Though he had no weapons on him, Axel knew he was still in trouble. Sooner or later they would find the Angel Dust he had shoved in his pockets. Axel decided to make the process go a little faster.

"Check the breast pocket of my coat, and the left back pocket of my pants." The policemen that had been searching paused a moment, and looked at each other incredulously, apparently not used to being told where druggies hid their illegal substances. They reached around and pulled the bags out of both pockets. They then checked the rest of the pockets, just in case. They took his small red cellphone and his wallet. Finding nothing else incriminating, Axel's arms were yanked down harshly to be cuffed. He hissed in pain, feeling a twist in his shoulder, but the cops obviously didn't give a rat's ass, as they shoved him into the back of the police car just as roughly as they had cuffed him.

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To say the very least, Axel was pissed. Here he was, sitting in a holding cell, tired, cranky, and going into withdrawal. He wished he had hidden some extra Dust, cause he needed it bad. His body was twitching all over, and it made him miserable. He hadn't had any Dust in a week. His body could handle a few days of being clean, because he had trained it to do so, but he was now crashing hard. On top of that, he had only been fed stale Cheetos, and told to drink from the small sink in the cell. That wasn't happening. Plus Axel would swear that every cop in the prescient had come to tease him at some point, and he had to go to the bathroom like crazy. But honestly, all of this would have been bearable, had Saix been sitting next to him. But no, he was probably at home, lighting up some Dust, and watching some crappy HBO movie, completely unaware of the hell Axel was being put through. Axel had never felt as betrayed as he did right then.

"So crack-head, how you doin' in there?" Axel had to strongly fight the urge to go rip the cop's face off.

"First off, the technical term for it is Angel Dust. Second, How the fuck do I look like like I'm doing? And third, if you want to keep your face, I highly suggest you get the fuck away from me." The cop was obviously taken aback by Axel's foul mouth, as he literally backed away a little. But he eventually remembered his position as the one not in the cage, and stepped forward again.

"Oh, is that right. Well now, it seems that you might have a bit of trouble carrying that threat out, considering where you are." The cop gave a smug smile, as if challenging Axel. The smile didn't last long though. Before the cop could discern what was happening, Axel's fingernails were digging into his face, and tearing at the skin.

He screamed out in pain as Axel pulled back, then lunged again, digging his fingernails as deep into the flesh as he could. He got in another good round of scratches before two guards pulled the mutilated Cop away. Axel grinned proudly at the sight. The man had scratches that stretched from his brow to his chin, and blood was trickling steadily from each. He was muttering incoherently, and all that Axel picked up was, "Fucking Monster..." He found great pleasure in the fact that he had terrified the sanity out of a grown man. A cop at that! The guards disappeared around the corner, dragging the bleeding idiot with them. Axel watched, then sat and waited, knowing full well that his violent outburst wouldn't go unnoticed. While waiting he carefully removed the man's skin from underneath his fingernails. He didn't have to wait long, because two minutes later, a more mature looking cop with unruly blonde hair came around the corner. He came to the little cell containing Axel, but kept a good distance from it, obviously not wanting to meet the same fate as his colleague.

"Axel, I presume." Axel rolled his eyes. As if he didn't know.

"Who the hell else are you expecting? Jesus?" The Cop looked a bit amused at that.

"No. Now, Axel, you realize that you're already in quite a bit of trouble, correct?"

"Well no fucking shit Sherlock." The cop forced himself to contain his growing rage at the teen.

"Then why, I must ask, would you make it even worse on yourself?" Axel growled.

"Look, He wouldn't leave me the fuck alone! I warned him, and he decided to ignore me. It's not my fucking fault that he can't take a goddamn hint." The cop sighed.

"I can understand your irritation, however, what you did was over the top."

"Fuck you."

"... You do know that you're going to Juvie, right?" Axel, though he had known this in his heart, hadn't felt the full impact until he heard them spoken by the cop.

"... I know." He let it sink in. Axel was notorious for not giving a shit, however, this was just a facade. If he was being honest with himself, the thought alone scared the living hell out of him. He didn't want to go. Axel subconsciously pulled his knees into his chest and wrapped his arms around himself. No one had ever seen Axel like this before, but he couldn't hide his fear at the moment. It didn't matter that the cop could see him in the rare moment of vulnerability. However, contrary to what Axel had assumed would happen, the Blonde cop seemed to sympathize with him.

"Axel... Look, you can talk to me about it... I"

"Go the fuck away." Then man hesitated, and Axel's temper flared. "I said Fuck off! I don't need your Goddamn sympathy" The man finally gave in, and walked around the corner, leaving Axel to contemplate what was inevitably going to happen to him.

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"Very well." The judged stood. "The defendant is hereby charged of drug possession, public dispute, and physical assault of a pedestrian and an officer. This is his fifth offense."

Axel groaned, wishing they would just get it over with. He had plead guilty after all. But of course his stupid fuck of an appointed lawyer had to point out that he was under the influence of strong drugs at the time. Axel supposed that he should be grateful to him, considering that the suggested sentence had been lowered. However, Axel had gone nearly two week without any dust, and he was absolutely miserable, not to mention that his lawyer didn't actually give a damn in hell what happened to him. He was only there because the state paid him to be. Axel felt like he would drop dead at any given moment.

"Therefore, I have decided to sentence him to two years in the juvenile facilities, then a consecutive three in a federal pri..."

"Wait!" Every head in the room turned at the random command. Axel was sure that he wasn't the only one surprised to see a tiny blonde boy standing boldly in the middle of the courtroom. Axel couldn't place it, but he looked somewhat familiar. The boy bravely started walking forward, towards the judge. He got about halfway there before a familiar face came behind him and grabbed his arm.

That's where I've seen him! He looks like that cop!

"Roxas, sit down!" The little blonde looked back at taller one defiantly.

"No! Let me talk!" The cop attempted to pull the blonde back to his seat, but he was too quick, and got away easily enough. Once free, he ran to the judge's stand and looked the judge right in the eye.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the cop was quick on his tail, and grabbed him yet again, this time around the waist.

"I'm so sorry about this! He promised he'd be good if I brought him! It won't happen again." The little blonde was struggling for all he was worth, kicking and flailing as hard as he could, desperately attempting to regain his freedom. The judge seemed overwhelmed by the unrealistic amount of energy suddenly thrust into his courtroom.

"N-Not at all. But it seems he has something he'd like to say. Why don't you let him speak, Cloud. It couldn't hurt." Cloud seemed to be in a state of disbelief that the judge had taken Roxas' side. Roxas stopped struggling, and waited patiently to be let down. Cloud reluctantly released him, and he straightened out his clothes before speaking.

"Okay. So, you said that he gets in a lot of trouble, right?" Axel watched as the blonde gestured at him. The judge nodded at him. "And you've punished him before, right?" Again the judge nodded. "But that obviously didn't work. So, maybe instead of punishing him, you should try to help him!" Axel nearly chuckled at the idiocy of this kid. He obviously had no inclination as to how the courts worked. Things simply weren't that... Simple.

"Oh, and what do you suggest I do?" Axel was incredulous. The judge was actually considering it! The blonde smiled, proud of himself.

"You should send him home with me!" The entire courtroom looked at the blonde in disbelief.

"Um, I don't think that's quite... Appropriate..."

"Why not?" Roxas challenged. "Cloud's an officer, so he'll keep him out of trouble! And you said earlier on in the trial that he lived alone, so maybe having a family will be good for him!" The judge thought about this. Cloud, however, didn't seem to want to so much as consider it.

"W-Wait! Roxas, you can't just go deciding all this for yourself! Maybe I don't want him in my house!" Roxas turned and glared at the bigger blonde.

"You don't want to try and help him? You'd rather he go rot behind bars for five years? I mean, he's bad now, but at least he still alive! He still has something to offer the world! If you send him off to prison, he's gonna lose that!" His little speech seemed to hit a chord with the entire courtroom, and many a glare was directed at Cloud. After a moment of harsh silence, He finally cracked under the pressure.

"Oh, fine! Whatever! Man, you always do this." He folded his arms across his chest in what seemed to be a pout. Roxas smiled, and turned back to the judge, looking at him expectantly. The man seemed to think it over quite deeply before finally answering.

"... Very well. He will stay with you until he comes of age." Roxas' face lit up. "However, I have a few rules. First off, he gets three strikes. If he violates all three, he will be sent off immediately. Second, he is to steadily attend school. Third, he needs to stop his drug habit." At this point, Axel couldn't help himself. He stood up abruptly.

"Um, yeah, excuse me for reigning on your fucking parade, but don't I get a say in this? What if I don't want to go with them? What if..." Roxas cut him off, walking up to him.

"So you'd rather go to jail? Really? Because it seems to me like you're awfully afraid to. I think you just want us all to think you're super tough. So, I think you should sit down and shut up before you actually do get sent off." Axel looked at the blonde, who was at least two heads shorter than him, and was dumbfounded. How on earth had this five year old pegged him so well? And where did he get off talking to Axel like that? Still, he was right. Despite how much it injured his pride, Axel sat back down and pouted while his fate was sorted out.

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A/N: Wow, Axel has a foul mouth! I don't think I've heard the word fuck come out of someone's mouth so many times since Agito! Anywho, Thanks for reading! I really like this one so far. Don't ask me why, because I don't know. But I am trying something new with this. See, I usually get an idea, and then just start writing. But this time I actually took the time to jot down an overview of the entire plot, as well as a few details. So far, it's been a lot smoother! I actually know what to write next, so it's pretty nice. Okay, now for some explanations! Cloud is the cop that came and talked with Axel after he mutilated that poor guy's face. Roxas is Cloud's little brother, and they live together. And no, Roxas isn't actually five. Axel was exaggerating. Next, I know something like this is totally unrealistic, however, this is called fanfiction for a reason. So yeah, fun fun. Um... I'm really tired! I haven't slept in ages! So, I don't own any of the Kingdom Hearts characters. (Yes, Cloud counts as a KH character.) Though I do own pretty much everything that has Kingdom hearts themes... Seriously, I have all the games, the manga, tons of T-Shirts, a chair, plushies... I even have a blanket! But enough bragging! Thanks again for reading!