Peice of Heaven By: Seiyji Author notes and Warnings: There is rape in the first chapter please! If you don't like shounen ai/yaoi DO NOT READ THIS STORY!

Chapter 1:Gift from Heaven In a dark alley in the busy city, the snow fell heavely on the body of a younge human. It was hard to even tell if it was a boy or a girl from the way they where huddled up to keep warm. It was the coldest day on record for this time of year. The poor thing had looked for the warmest place to sit. The only place he could find was behind the laundry mat, where he could sit by one of the outlets for the dryers. No one ever looked into the allies to see if any one was in them. They where just a place for trash and rats.
The figured sneezed a little high pitched sneeze. The Figure heard the sound of something rustling above him and watched a peice of cloth fell from the sky right infront of him. He grabbed it and wrapped it around himself. It was so warm. He smiled. It was his blanket now, His blanket from heaven, or so that's where it looked like it came from.
The boy, For it was a boy, Fell to sleep in the warmth of the blanket. It was almost unnaturally warm, but he did not mind if it was only a dream. A dream that was warm was better then a cold one. He sighed happily.

From the Roof tops a figure smiled down at the boy in the Alley. He had been watching him for some time. The poor thing did what he could for money and food, but he never had enough for cloths to keep himself warm. The figure spread out his large wings, which picked up the dim light from the serounding area. He flew into the sky and back to his home. A Feather drifting to the ground by the boy's side.

The next morning the boy woke up to the sounds of people in the Alley. He opened his eyes to see several people walking towards him. He tensed up and clutched to his blanket. "Hey Dirt bag, how did you manage to get such a nice blanket? Did you steal it?" What looked to be the leader said to the small boy. The boy shook his head and backed up from the men in the ally.
"Give it up Dirt bag. You don't Deserve something as nice. You should just save the trouble and Freeze to death." The man grinned and walked forward grabbing ahold of the blanket. The boy made a protesting noise. The man glared at him and slapped him as hard as he could. The boy yelped and released the blanket. He looked up at him with tear filled eyes. The man threw the blanket to the ground and pulled a lighter from his packet. His reached down and lit the blanket on Fire. The boy cried out and tried to go save his blanket. If it was burned Heaven would never give him anything else.
The man spotted the boy out of the corner of his eye and turned around. He kicked the boy hard in the ribs. "I don't think so Street scum. Boy's do as you like to the little brat." He grinned miscieviously. The other men started to walk towards the boy. The boy looked up at them and backed up away, not wanting them to touch him, One of the men kicked him hard in the chest. He cried out in pain, a cracking sound being heard. This made the men laugh. "Be a good boy and there will be less pain." One of them said as he unbuttoned his pants. The boy's eyes widdened as he tried to escape, but the other two grabbed him and held him in place.
The man pushed his pulsin erection twords the boy, but he looked away. The man grabbed him by his hair. "And if you bite, you will get the shit knocked out of ya!" The boy whimpered in fright. The man Shoving his Erection into the boys mouth. Tears ran down his cheeks. He wanted so bad for some one to help him.

Across town a man woke up from a deep sleep. It took him several minutes to fully wake up. He stood and stretched his black wings. His blond hair falling down his back. He felt a pain in his heart. the boy was in trouble, He could feel it. he could not tell what it was though. He got dressed in his deep red sleevless shirt and tight black pants. He put his trench coat on and tied back his hair. He rushed to the door, picking up the keys on his way. He had to go help the boy he could be in trouble. He locked the door and ran from the apartment. He quickly ran to the ally that the boy called home, and saw four men standing there. The boy was unconsious on the ground, with the men standing around him. One was Zipping up his pants. He looked over and saw the blanket burned. One of the men moved out of the way so he could get a better look at the boy. He cloths where torn and there was a mixture of white and pink liquid slipping down his legs. This angered him more then anything. "You know, It is not polite to burn a gift some one give to someone else"
The leader turned around and looked at the one that had just entered the alley. "And what would you care? Who the hell are you?" The man smirked and removed his trench coat, letting his wings unfurl. "I am Azarel. I will kill any one who harms the choosen one!" He formed a ball of energy in his hands and let it fly at the first man. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
"Boss!" The other's ran to him and picked him up. In a Panic they ran to the end of the alley and hopped the fence. Azarel sighed and shook his head, walking over to the boy. He ripped off a peice of the burnt blanket and cleaned him up. He covered the boy in his trench coat and conjured up some food, placing it near the boy. "There, That should do for now." He thought a moment and then conjured up a tube of cream and placed it on the ground. It was used for numbing pain away. The boy might be able to use it. "Be safe little prince, I will be back for you when things are ready." He gently brushed the boys hair from his face. He stood up and spread his wings, taking off again into the air.