Dis-of-the-claiming: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Obviously!
A/N: This came from the deep confines of my brain one night as I lay, trying to sleep. I would like to thank those that I have been talking to recently for helping me through my insanity.
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I could hear his heavy steps before I could see him stumbling into our house. I could smell his breath before he came near me, glaring hatefully. I backed up against the counter, my hands searching desperately to find something, anything to defend myself before he started his vicious attack. I was shaking when my fingers stumbled across the handle of the knife. I felt the first hit connect with my cheek, sending my head reeling. I fell to the ground, dragging the knife with me.
"Stupid boy! You caused all my problems!" he slurred grabbing me by the neck, squeezing tears from my eyes. I heard his scream of pain before I realized I had even brought my hands up, slicing at his chest. I began thrusting the knife in, deeper, deeper, until I was covered in crimson. Then I began to laugh. I laughed as he slumped against me, falling to the floor. I barely registered the door slamming open and our neighbor rushing in.
"He's dead. He's finally dead. I killed him. I'm free. I'm free. I won't be hurt anymore! I'm safe!" I laughed liked a maniac, rocking back and forth, still shaking. I felt the hands grabbing at me, dragging me to my feet. I heard someone calling an ambulance and the police but it didn't matter. I was safe! I was safe! He wouldn't be able to hurt me any more!
"You are under arrest," An officer warned, ten minutes later. I was still laughing when they put me in the back of the cruiser.
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I had quieted down by the time they got me to my cell, my eyes blurred and my balance off centered. I was half dragged, being placed rather carefully down on the bottom bunk of the small cell. I leaned back against the cold concrete of the wall, hoping it would help me get rid of the head ache I had acquired. I just got settled when someone above me peered over their bunk to look at me. The first thing I noticed about this boy (he didn't look older then 14) was his startling blue eyes. When he spoke, I noticed how sing-song of a voice he had.
"Hi. I'm Roxas. What's your name?" He asked, flipping over and landing on the floor. He sat down on the end of my bed (if that's what you could call this thing) and stared at me with those bright sapphires. I blinked a few times as this was the first time anyone had spoken to me in such an easy manner since ... since she passed.
"I don't know. What is my name? My father," I hissed the word and almost went into another fit of laughter. "He always called me stupid boy. So that would be my name? My mother always called me Axel."
He stared at me for a few minutes before responding. "Why are you all covered in blood?"
I looked down at myself for the first time. Blood was splattered all across my skinny tank top and jeans; my arms were completely red from the caked on blood. I rubbed at it a little, then at my face, which was covered in bruises. I felt my arm twitch slightly as I began to laugh again, realization pouring over me after I calmed. My out burst caused Roxas to scuttle back up onto his bunk, horrified that I would be coming after him. The only thing that would stop my raving s this time was a needle. I didn't like that needle. It made me sleepy.
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My first run in with the red head could have gone better. At first he didn't seem that bad. but then I had to ask about the blood. That was an obvious don't. Ever since he came I heard him sobbing quietly. I wondered if he even noticed. He didn't appear to. I thought that if I talked to him, maybe I could find out what happened and maybe help. Another don't. There was something obviously wrong with his mind. The guards came in with a white straight-jacket after they had washed him off and tightly secured him. That made me nervous. I was stuck in a tiny cell with a mad man!
"Um, sir?" I asked one of the guards on their way out. They looked up at me.
"What is it boy?"
"I'm eighteen, thank you very much. I was just wondering, uh, how long is he gonna be here?"
"No clue. We scheduled a court date as soon as possible for this one. I think he needs to be in a mental institute rather then this place," he replied, continuing on his way. I groaned audibly. I was right. i was stuck with a mental patient.
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I saw what a court procession was like on television before, but I had never actually been to one. I didn't like that all eyes were on me and that I didn't get a say in anything. They asked me a couple questions but they wouldn't let me tell my story. It made me rather upset to know that, really, no one cared about me. I was still that lost little boy.
"Mr. Kato, is it true that you killed your father, Mr. Lexaeus Kato?" Xemnas, the judge, asked, looking down on me as if I were a piece of trash. I opened my mouth to speak but found that I couldn't so i only nodded.
"Notice that the defendant nodded in agreement, proving his guilt."
"I-I ... No! No! I had a good reason!" I cried, finally finding my voice.
"There is now a good reason to kill someone?" Xemnas asked, looking up from his notes.
"H-he... He .. did things. To me."
"What sort of things?"
"He ... he hurt me. He liked to beat up on me. He killed my mother! He killed her! The son-of-a-bitch killed her!" I screamed, tears bursting forth and I began to struggle, screaming. My hands were handcuffed to the desk but the wood around them was starting to splinter. A few big men were on me by now, holding me down against the wood.
"He can't go to jail. It is unsuitable for him. This man is mentally unstable. He needs to go to an institution," Xemnas stated, slamming his gavel on its wooden platform. I was being dragged, tears still streaming down my face, out to a waiting car, which drove me out into the country, to a large white building that looked as formidable as a prison would. They said that I would get better here. Yeah, right. There was nothing wrong with me to fix.
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To be continued
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A/N Well, chapter one done. Poor Axel. I feel so bad. And no worries, more of Roxas will be coming up. I might even through Zemyx in there! Love you all and I would love you even more if you decided to click the poor little review button to tell me how I did.