When Riku is 13 years old he has some family problems which put him in a foster home, thanks to a phone call. A boy next door is who Riku calls his angel. Only problem is, is Riku doesn't know who this angel is! In his sophomore year of high school, he starts to get clues to who saved his life two years before.

Pairings: RikuXSora, AxelXRoxas, CloudXLeon...and it may sound like it in some chapters but there is no RikuXKadajXYazoo stuff going on! It's just for fun. It's called teasing. I don't agree with incest...not even with your foster relative.

Warnings: Abuse, Cursing, drugs (later), death (later), mentions of incest but if you read what I said above it's just them teasing each other, Yaoi (boyXboy), fluff, slash, shonen-ai...call it whatever you want. Its all the same to me.

Disclaimer: Me no own KH2 or Final Fantasy...I wish I did but my wishes never come true.

Angel

A little boy, age 13, lies in bed, trying to concentrate on sleep. He looked around his room, hoping to find one of the many cordless phones lost in his clothes piles.

Voices from below rattled pictures on his wall, causing one to fall and shatter on the floor. He snapped his eyes shut, praying the noise would not be too loud. When his mother heard any kind of noise upstairs, she thought the boy had someone over. Sadly for this unfortunate boy, having someone over was against the rules.

Idly, the boy got up from the bed, tiptoed over to where the fallen picture lay, and started to pick up the glass. He heard a sound which made him shudder, footsteps on the stairs. Tightening his hand into a fist he felt something warm pool in the palm of his hand. The glass dropped to the floor as a tall woman entered the room.

Blood covered the glass and the clean clothes underneath it.

"Hurting yourself? I thought I gave you enough pain. Oh well."

The woman walked over to the boy, picked him up by his shimmering hair, and slammed him into the nearest wall.

Next door, a small boy looked out of his window, into the room across the yard from his. He held a phone in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. Tears were streaming down his face but he remained calm when he spoke.

Not much longer, blue and red lights flashed outside. The silver haired boy knew someone had finally called the police. Someone was finally going to save him.

He heard men coming up the stairs and into his room.

(THE NEXT DAY)

The little boy looked up at the man sitting at the big desk in front of him.

"We're putting you in a foster home for now."

A/N: Reviews please?