He wasn't lost.
He wasn't disoriented either.
He knew exactly where he was.
Hell.
His happy place. He was in his happy place now.
As happy as a place called Hell could be anyway.
There were little children, shinyhappy little children smiling, laughing and playfully beating each other until they puked up rainbows, showing the rest of the world how colorful they were on the inside and how freakish they were on the outside.
Parents smiled to each other, one wild eye on their charges, the other constantly on those around them, covering up their falsities and insecurities with the ability of lying through their teeth, and sidetracking with their eyes.
He blinked, and the children swam, diving in and out of his vision as the adults smiled till their faces split in half.
One mother, with her purse and child in hand, grinned particularly hard.
She grinned until her prettyhappyshiny face split.
She smiled at first, listening to her happy child happily tell her the evils of the world, and she smiled as he wiped the rainbow from the corners of his mouth and showed off the silly purple face paint daddy and the other kids all applied to his face, and she grinned wider then anyone when the little boy shrieked with happiness, and fell to the ground, rolling in the wonderful color he and his friends had created.
She grinned so much her mouth ripped open, her carefully applied lipstick spreading until she looked to be the happiest person there.
It ripped right up to her ears as she swooped down on the kid and grappled him into a loving hug, a bone-crushing hug filled with the emotion she didn't show on her face, until the child stopped shrieking. Until he sat there in her arms, and she stood, looked at the other smiling mothers, and hurried off, replacing her falseness and slipping slightly in the fluffycolorful rainbow probably produced by her own loving child.
He blinked again.
Washed out.
The colors had faded and he tilted his head.
No good.
If Hell faded, everything else would become to bright.
He shook his head, closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
When he opened his eyes, the rainbow children and broken mothers were gone, replaced by his own quivering sibling and the filthy spot on the couch that represented their mother.
He sighed and drug his feet from the room, onto the streets, so dull compared to his Hell.
He kept moving until he reached another house. Without knocking, he pushed in and practically rolled down the stairs.
"Hey Roxas."
He looked up to brightshinyrainbowgreen eyes and allowed a smile.
"Here."
He was pulled down next to his friends, all people who had somehow lost their rainbow innards, and took part in the one thing that could restore it, if even for a little bit.
He wasn't lost. He was in Hell. His own happyshinyrainbow Hell.