9/28/05

"Mr. DuPont, I would appreciate it if you would cease harassing the—MISTER DUPONT!" A woman clad in a white nurse's uniform came charging into the room, towards a small blonde who was quite obviously coming onto a new, male orderly.

The blonde smiled and turned his gaze from the other male, giving the nurse an uninterested stare. "What do you want, Mary?"

"You will address me as Nurse Broderick, and I would appreciate it if you stopped harassing the new orderly!" She placed her hands on her hips and huffed, and the boy just shook his head sadly before turning back to the brunette.

"So, what're you doing after work?" He murmured, bringing a hand up to finger at the other's uniform. He stuttered pathetically, glancing at the nurse to hopefully toss him a lifeline.

"Alright Mr. DuPont, that's it. You're going in for your appointment with the doctor early." She grabbed the blonde by the arm, still grinning, and dragged him off in the direction of a hard wood door. He turned to glance over his shoulder at the brunette, mouthing 'Call me,' before being shoved behind the door.

"Ah, Roxas. What have you done this time?" The man sitting behind the desk (which was the main furnishing of the room) questioned, glancing up from his papers. Roxas shrugged and plopped into one of the chairs, wondering if his shrink's slate grey hair was a soft as it looked.

"There's a new orderly, his name is Sora or something…" He shrugged again. "He's cute. I wouldn't mind taking him into solitary confinement with me for a few hours." He laughed and leaned back, smiling.

"Roxas, you need to stop this. You need to get help." The man behind the desk removed his glasses, combing a hand through his hair and fixing Roxas with a leveling gaze.

The blonde, unaffected, leaned forward and got close enough to take a deep breath and enjoy the sweet smell of the doctor. "What if I don't want to?" He purred.

Zexion slammed a book down on his desk and Roxas shot backwards, but not exactly looking surprised. "I don't care if you don't want to; you're going to. But I can tell you this right now: You're not getting it from me."

That being said he moved from around the desk, around and behind Roxas, and through the door. The blonde continued to sit in his chair, a triumphant smile on his face as he listened to the nurses and orderlies ask Zexion why he was leaving, if he was leaving.

"Three doctors, three months? You're on a role, Roxas." He murmured to himself. Just as the words had fallen from his lips, a nurse hurried into the room to collect him, sending him back to his room.

4/16/07

"Uhm…Mah-Mister DuPont…I d-don't think…" Roxas growled at the new orderly, his lips pressing roughly against his neck and hands raking across his chest.

"Shut up, will you? I'd rather spend the limited time we have doing something other than talking."

The orderly stuttered a little more, but Roxas paid him no mind. He leaned up and wound his fingers in blonde hair that was so much like his own, his lips dragging across the other's collar bone.

"And for Christ's sake, call me Roxas."

They carried on like this for a few more moments, Roxas delighting in the kid's moans (he hadn't even taken the time to look at his name tag), and was about to really get where he had been heading when the inevitable happened.

"Mister DuPont!" It was a nurse (thank God) who had wandered into the supply closest, presumably to actually get something, and caught them. Lovely.

The blonde moved away from the other, frowning, before turning to glare at the nurse. "If you can't see, I'm kind of in the middle of something. Shoo."

She clicked her tongue and shook her head, getting over the initial shock of her discovery, walking over to grab his arm and cart him off to his room. "Come on, you little deviant." Halfway out the door, she turned back to the orderly, who was half naked, and frowned. "Get dressed. Today's probably going to be your last day, and you might as well leave with some dignity."

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"Mr. DuPont…I understand this is the sixth offense you've had in regards to sexual relations with male orderlies?" Ah, the new doctor. She, yes she, thought she was so smart. She thought that Roxas could be cured. Yeah, well, hate to break it to you, but how do you cure someone who's not sick?

"What can I say?" He shrugged, grinning. "I'm deprived. This place doesn't allow for…sexual relations. And its not my fault you guys can't stop hiring cute assistants who just so happen to be horny and unsure about their sexuality."

She sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair. It made Roxas want to dye his. "Mr. DuPont, most of the men we hire to work here are older than you, you realize."

He shrugged again. "So? I just so happen to be sure of my sexual orientation, and I'm not horny, per se, just…deprived."

"That's hardly an excuse."

He snorted, scratching at his over-sized white t-shirt which he was required to wear at "the asylum," as he liked to call it. "The only reason you're able to say that is because you're probably still a virgin, let alone seeing anyone. Am I right, Larxene?"

The doctor opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Roxas smirked at her, leaning forward. "Now, I want you to listen to me while it appears you're incapable of speaking. You're not going to fix me, because there's nothing to fix. So don't you go parading around here like you know what's wrong with everyone and you're going to be the saving grace that turns their lives around. You're just a newbie who's fresh out of med school who thinks that she knows everything. So before you try to fix me, why don't you grow some balls and figure out what's wrong with me first?"

They sat there for a moment in silence before Larxene stood up, her expression blank, and moved towards the door. Roxas sat back, the look of triumph replaced instead my a look of irritation. He heard the doctor and a nurse muttering something outside the door before said nurse walked in sadly and escorted Roxas back to his room. It wasn't long before he saw the moving crew coming into the hospital and moving all of her things out of the office.

7/28/09

"Come on, everyone. Let's get ready to greet the new doctor." Nurse Broderick was running around the ward, trying to get all of the patients together and looking even a little presentable. Roxas groaned, standing up and taking his customary place right by the door.

"I don't know why you're putting so much effort into this. Its not like the guy's gonna last long, anyway."

"Roxas, be more positive. Maybe this one can actually help you and get you out and into the real world again. That's what you want, isn't it?"

The blonde shrugged, indifferent. "I'm perfectly fine in here, thank-you very much. Plus, I don't need help."

At that, the door beside him opened, and a tall redhead walked into the room. He glanced around the day room, which was still a mess, smiling. He had a stack of files under his arm (Roxas noticed that his was on top) and a pair of glasses hanging around his neck, and teardrop tattoos on his cheeks. And he was really, really tall.

The blonde stepped out in front of him, causing the redhead to look at him expectantly, and held out his hand. "Roxas DuPont." He muttered.

This new guy took his hand, shaking it firmly (very, very firmly) and smiling wider. "Axel Russo. Nice to meet you, Roxas."

"Likewise." Roxas smiled at him, a very fake smile, of course, and folded his hands behind his back. "Not to offend, but you're not exactly the stereotypical psychiatric hospital ward doctor."

"Ah, but Roxas, stereotypes are for those who care enough what other people think about them to give people similar to them a label." Axel smiled and allowed his gaze to continue to sweep over the room.

Roxas frowned. "Interesting way of looking at it." He cleared his throat, affectively drawing Axel's eyes back to himself, and shrugging.

"So, DuPont, you said your name was?" Axel muttered, going to fish through his files but finding that the one he was looking for was already on top.

"That's my name; don't wear it out." The blonde replied, mostly out of habit than anything else.

"Ah, yes. You're the trouble maker that they've been telling me about." Axel said, laughing. "Sexually harasses the orderlies, male doctors, male nurses, and once a medical technician. Enjoys "raising hell" on the ward, doesn't follow rules, refuses to take medication, and constantly insists that he is not, in fact, crazy." He snapped the folder shut and smiled at Roxas, who frowned at him.

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, Roxas." Axel said, patting the blonde on the head. Roxas, in response, glared at him.

"Don't get the idea in your head that you're going to be able to cure me." He growled, his voice dangerously low.

"But Roxas, if you're not crazy, what is there to cure?" Axel smiled at him and walked away, making his way around the ward, introducing himself to the other patients.