Disclaimer: Me no own zee Kingdom Heartsness, but me owneth me story.

I started to notice a pattern in Axel. He can be so sweet, but so evil. (He did technically kill Vexen and Zexion, so don't tell me I'm being unfair by this judgement), so I came to the conclusion in my mind where I should make a fic where Axel is BiPolar. If you don't know what that is, I suggest you either look it up in the dictionary or stop reading this. (To save you the trouble, the definition will be at the end of this chapter. )

Ps. I Love Axel. And Roxas, and I KNOW Axel isn't emo or suicidal, and neither is Roxas.

Never Turn Your Back on the Enemy

Axel's POV

"They never told me why I was brought here, and it still confuses me sometimes. Just because I'm Bipolar, doesn't mean I should be here. My parents said that I was going on vacation a few years ago (They're dead now-but I'll get into that later), but I can tell you personally: white walls and needles aren't paradise."

I keep telling myself this everyday, just to keep myself from going insane, even though I apparently already am. I have to talk to myself a lot of the time, because I have nobody else to talk to, although I tend to freak out a lot, and then they stab me with some stupid needle. I wake up in a doctor's office after that, and then they make me talk.

They try to be nice, but they treat me like crap overall. They always give me the worst food (And they wonder why I'm so skinny), and they never let me go outside unless I'm in something they call a straight jacket, and have guards with me. Hell, I don't even have anything to stare at besides these damned white walls. Everything here is white. Just because I'm short-tempered and somewhat depressed, doesn't mean I can't have colors in here!

My time alone is always interrupted as a nurse walks into the room towards me. She has a needle in her hand. I don't know what it does, but I don't want anything to do with it. I try to back away, but the damn white walls are blocking my escape again.

I get up off of my clean white bed and push her out of the way and yell at her (I don't really intend to do that-but you can't help when it you're bipolar, especially when you hate somebody.) and run for the door. I hear the stupid lady call for security, but it's her fault she forgot to close the door again, or even bring reinforcements. It was my chance to be free thanks to her! Too bad for them I'm a fast runner. Hah. This was just too easy.

I took the closest left to me, which led to a white hall. That's right, white. Nothing in here has color. I know I've said that already, but I'm going to keep saying it until I get the hell out of here.

I look around quickly for which way I should go next. The right hall seems like the right choice. I don't care; they all look the same after awhile, anyways. Not wasting my time, I dash down the hall, trying to find an exit. Or, more specifically, an elevator. I can't get out of here when I'm on the 6th floor, y'know. It's not like I'm Superman. Heh. Bipolar man. Oops, I shouldn't be joking about that. Need to focus.

Left, right, left, left. After turning down about 4 halls, I finally reached my goal. The elevators.

"Hey! Stop him!" I heard somebody yell behind me. Already knowing it was one of the security people, I didn't bother to turn around and look at them, and simply pressed the down button for the elevator that much faster.

"C'mon..C'mon! Hurry the fuck up!" I kept yelling at the elevator through my mind, even though it wasn't going to come any faster. The guards were getting closer, and I was starting to get worried.

Bing. The elevator opened. I made a move towards it, but something grabbed my arm. I turned to face the person, my eyes locked on him in dread. It was over; it was over!

Two other men showed up next to him incase I tried anything funny, I guess. The only thing I knew that really hurt a guy (being one myself) was getting kicked in the place right between your legs. So I did that to the man, letting out a cry of rage while doing so, (again blame bipolar disorder-If you think this is an excuse I will burn your fingers off. Got it memorized?) and he fell over, clutching the area for some attempted comfort.

I got away from him and leapt into the elevator. Those other men were there to stop me from trying anything Funny. Not hilarious.

Frantically, I pressed the '1' button on the wall repeatedly, praying for the doors to close and set me free. They did, and those guards were out of my sight. I sighed with relief, waiting for the doors to open and let me out of here.

After what felt like forever, I was finally out of the elevator and I was running for the exit, breathing heavily from all of the running and stress that was on me. I slowed my pace to a halt, however, when I heard a scream of rage. Or was it fear?

"LET GO OF ME!!" somebody (a male, most likely, from the deep voice) demanded at the top of their lungs.

Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I followed to where the scream was coming from. I knew I was giving up my chance of freedom, but the scream had come from nearby, so I figured why not? That lady was going to leave the door open again sometime soon, anyways. Makes me wonder why they haven't fired her yet, actually.

Oh, and before you ask, I know I should be used to people screaming and yelling around here after being in this place for three years (I came here when I was 14, do the math if you want to know how old I am), but I really wanted to see what was happening to this person, and I don't know why.

Turning down a boring corner, I began to get lost. Had I imagined the scream? Where had it come from?

Both of those questions were answered by the same screech I had heard before. Moving quicker this time, I wound up in a hall. The hall. I say that because that's where I found out why the screaming was happening.

I watched in horror as I saw it all. A boy with spiky blonde hair-who looked about a year younger than me- was struggling immensely in two male nurses' grasps, to the point where they had to pin him onto the ground just to keep him there. He looked new. Believe me I would know. He wasn't showing it, but I could tell he was scared out of his mind. At least he was trying to stay strong. That was a good sign, but he would break eventually, like I did. Everybody did, which is another reason why I hated this place. It ruined everybody's lives.

One of the nurses took out a needle and injected the kid with the sedative, causing him to groan in pain.

"Typical…poor guy." I thought, rolling my eyes at the nurse that had done that to him.

Suddenly, he looked over at me. I froze in place, staring at his bright blue eyes with my bright green ones. Now I could see the fear clearly, and it sent a shiver down my spine, because he reminded me of me. He only had the chance to stare at me for a moment, before the sedative took hold of him. I don't know why, but I wanted to help him. I needed to protect him. And he needed me too, if he was going to get through this. No, folks. I, Axel, am not gay. I had a girlfriend before I wound up in here. I felt like a brother to that kid, and I didn't even know his name.

My epiphany was cut short, as one of the guards spotted me watching, while the other brought the kid to an elevator nearby. My eyes widened as I made a break for it back down the hall I had come from, wondering what room they had brought the blonde kid to. (leave me alone about the kid thing, would ya? I know what you're thinking.)

Eventually my legs gave out and I fell face first onto the floor, my arms sprawled out in front of me. I blame the drugs they give me here. I used to be able to run for really long distances. I was even on the track team at my school. See, I'm bipolar, but I'm a nice guy. Give me a chance, and I'm okay, but..well I have four words of warning to you, and they are:

Don't. Piss. Me. Off. Because I will get mad, and I will use violence.

Now the stupid guard gave me another needle (like I didn't get enough of them already). He started talking to me, in what he tried to be a calming tone. He said things like "It's okay...Just calm down and we'll get you back to your room." and "Count to ten. You'll be in your room in no time." He said the first thing because I was yelling at him for doing that (you know why by now), and well..When you fall flat on your nose and then have a needle jabbed into you, it just doesn't put you in a good mood to begin with. The second thing was obvious. But then...He started rubbing my back! Either he's a rapist, a freak, or a freaky rapist. I was human, not an animal! Why do they treat me so different? I'm just as normal as any teenager outside this building!

One more warning that only has three words:

Don't. Touch. Me. It connects to the second half of rule number one. If I wasn't being sedated, or held down by the stupid jerk that caused this rant, I would be beating (more like burning-I'm a pyro, but again, I'll get into that later) him to death right now. I can't stand when people touch me. Another reason why I hate those nurses. Or anybobdy in here that has to touch me. Well, they don't have to, but they do anyways. Pisses me off to no end, I tell you.

And let me say one more thing: Sedatives suck. Your muscles feel as though they have 50 pound weights stuck to them, and it feels like your mind is frozen. Now, I'm kind of tired, and things are going black, so…I'll have to look for that blonde kid…later.

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That's right guys, you heard Axel. He's not gay. So sorry to disappoint some of you, but this will be non-Yaoi, and AkuRoku friendship only.

Thanks for reading, and please read and review. I worked really hard on this chapter, and I should have a new one up by tomorrow or the next day. Also, I will try to write more chapters for my other fics tonight or tomorrow morning.

Bipolar Disorder:

People with bipolar disorder, or manic depressive disorder, experience alternating mood swings, from emotional highs (mania) to lows (depression). The condition can range from mild to severe. It is not known what causes bipolar disorder. Research suggests that people with the condition have a genetic disposition. It tends to run in families. Drug abuse and stressful or traumatic events may contribute to or trigger episodes.

Symptoms of mania include:

• Feelings of euphoria, extreme optimism, exaggerated self-esteem

• Rapid speech, racing thoughts

• Decreased need for sleep

• Extreme irritability

• Impulsive and potentially reckless behaviour.

Symptoms of the depression phase are the same as in major depression, described above.

Treatment is Available. Depression and bipolar disorder are treatable. Learning to recognize the signs and triggers enables people to work with their doctors, other health professionals, family and friends to prevent recurrences from becoming severe.

The great majority of depressed people respond to treatment and nearly all who seek treatment will get some relief from their symptoms. Both medication and some forms of counselling or psychotherapy have been demonstrated to be effective.

Throughout this, I will try to make Axel show all of those symptoms, either minorly, or majorly. He definitely won't sleep a lot, I can tell you that.

A/N: I know it says it's treatable, but you'll find out eventually why he's in an asylum instead. Thanks again for reading. Also, if it seems like Axel's ranting, it's part of the Bipolar thing, so don't flame me for that either.