So... This is my first-ever semi-decent fan fiction... I wrote it immediately after a stupid exam, and I was tired. Guess that's why it's so crazy? Well, be gentle please? D: I might build upon this... Dunno. Maybe if enough people like it?

I own nothing but the story. Seriously. If I owned these guys, some very strange things would happen...


I seem to be finding myself here a lot lately. Where is "here"? "Here" is the top of an apartment building, looking down at the glowing ants on their black path. This hive of bees seems to think I'm an interesting topic to buzz about. I'm sick of it. Maybe that's why I keep coming p here. I wonder what would happen if I just put my foot over the edge? I try it. Nothing happens. Weird. Whatever happened to those stories? You know, the ones where someone stops the suicidal maniac from falling off the edge just in time? Then that someone becomes the hero.

Stupid stories are always fiction.

Maybe you have to fall first? I grin and put my weight on the airborne foot. Why, hello little ants! Nice night we're having, isn't it? Catch me if no one else does, will you?

Suddenly, I feel something tugging me back. Arms? No, tentacles; they wrap around my shoulders from below – or is it above? – And prevent me from playing with the ants. I let out a giggle as I hear someone using my name. I giggle more as the tentacles pull me back to the top of the beehive. I begin to laugh as I finally am allowed to see the hero. No tentacles. Strange. Instead, there's flaming red hair, and bright sea foam-green eyes, normally feline and flirtatious, are filled with tears and worry. I feel the cat – that's what he was, of course – pull me close into a tight hug.

It's warm. It's nice contrast to the cold weather we've been having. It looks like it'll start snowing any day now. The cat's shaking. That's right; the cat doesn't have much fur, and it's only wearing a pair of flannel pants. Weird, why's a cat wearing pants? I try to free myself so I can give him my thick jacket, but he only squeezes me tighter.

"Kitty," I mumble into the warmth of his neck. Kitty's ticklish, apparently, 'cause he makes a weird sound and shakes more.

"Kitty, do you want my jacket? It's cold out." I think he says thanks, for he moves so his bony chin rubs gently against the top of my head.

"Roxas," Kitty mews, "Don't do that again. I thought I'd really lost you this time."

"Okay, Kitty." He makes that weird sound again. Wait, he's not stopping. That's weird. I feel something wet sink through my hair and to my scalp. Is it snowing already? I look up, and more wet gets on my face. It's coming from Kitty. He looks like he's in pain.

"Are you okay, Kitty?" I want to reach out and touch the black things under his eyes, but his paw pushes my head against his neck again. I feel his chin rubbing along the top of my head again. Funny, I never noticed that it'd stopped. I snuggle closer, and he does the same. It feels nice.

"Kitty?" Not response. "Kitty, can we go inside now?" Kitty gives a few big shakes, and a new sound comes out of his mouth. He doesn't say anything, but he adjusts his legs. I feel my weight moving to crush him, but it's okay. I remember, Kitty does this all the time. He takes me inside, but we don't stop when we normally do. He takes me outside again. I make a sound of protest – I don't want Kitty to be cold – but he ignores it. I try biting his neck, and I feel him flinch, but he keeps going.

We stop for a moment, and I hear something jingling. I remember that sound as the word "keys". He put me in his ant and locks me in. He shows up on the other side of the ant, and locks himself in as well. His face is wet, and his eyes and nose are red. Not as red as his fur, though. The ant's lights blink on and it roars to life.

"Where are we going, Kitty?" He doesn't say, but he makes one of those weird noises again. Water starts flowing out of his eyes. The ant moves for a really long time, but stops with the other ants from time to time. Red lights are always far ahead of us when that happens. The ant stops roaring when we get really close to a tall white hive. My heart stops beating. I feel sick.

"Sorry, Roxas," Kitty whines. He just looks at the wheel in front of him. The water hasn't stopped since I asked where we were going. I understand now, as he makes another odd sound.

"I'm so, so sorry…"

They're going to lock me up again.

I start to copy Kitty. He unlocks us and pulls me into his lap. He holds me for a while, but I start to hear buzzing. The awful, awful buzzing. I hate bees.

"I love you, Kitty," I cry.

"I love you too, Roxas," He cries back, but it's more intense than my pathetic whine. The bees open the ant and pull me away from Kitty. I scream and fight back, just like every other time we've been to the white hive. I really, really hate bees. Can't they see? Are the bees blind? I don't want to go back. I have to take care of Kitty?

No. "Kitty" has to take care of me.

I stop the fighting and screaming as I finally, truly, comprehend what's happening. I curl into a ball as the workers carry me by my arms. I start to cry again. Not that I ever stopped, it had just been angry just then. It's sad again now.

"Axel…" I sob, hoping to whatever ruled the heavens or what have you that he'll hear. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Roxas…" I don't know how, but I managed to hear his quiet sob. I hated doing this to him. So, so much. I keep up my apologetic mantra. Not that he'll hear it now. It's just something to help me cope, I guess.

Why is it that the only place I'll ever be sane is the house of the insane?

I'm placed in my old room. After I finally finish sobbing, I look up. I instantly freeze as I see the bright yellow paint on the wall.

Welcome home, Sunshine.

I want to scream; I feel it building in my chest. I settle for returning to my protected ball and crying my eyes out again.

Welcome home. Welcome home…