Title: We're Not Done

Author: roxminallo

Disclaimer: I claim no rights in regards to the characters that Disney and Square-Enix own. I only own the plot.

Rating: NC-17 with strong language, and triggers including but not limited to depression and anxiety.

Pairings: AkuRoku, SoRiku

Category: Alternate Universe, romance, humor, drama, and yaoi.

Authors Note: This story is in the process of bring completely overhauled, edited, and finished all at the same time, so please bare with me. It's almost completely finished from the first time I wrote it, three years ago, and now I just need to edit it, and basically change the whole thing. I'm also breaking it up so instead of six chapters, there will be close to twenty. Please review and give me critiques so I know how you all are enjoying, or not enjoying it. I hope you guys like it, because this story is close to my heart, and is based off of one of my very best friends.

Date Begun: May 25th, 2013

Date Posted: July 2nd, 2013

Date Edited: April 26th, 2016

Chapter One: Fuck You in Particular

"How could you even think that? I love you so fucking much, why would I mess that up?"

A frown pulled at the corners of his mouth as he slammed his pencil down onto the table, creating a loud crack that echoed throughout the entire classroom. He didn't need to look up; he could already feel the heat of nineteen pairs of eyes resting delicately on his person. He was never one to be inconspicuous.

"Can you just listen to me? You aren't even letting me explain!"

Looking over to his phone that laid oh-so out in the open, his stare turned to ice seeing the vibrant flashing across the screen. Turning away from the phone, he caught an azure set of eyes, compassion leaking into the classroom around them.

I don't need your sympathy.

He scoffed, picking up his pencil, once more allowing it to glide across the worksheet of integrals and derivatives, filling the boring white blocks with bursts of sadism and death. Mostly death.

"Is there an issue, Roxas?" Professor Vexen questioned, keeping calm after being so rudely interrupted by a No. 2 pencil. There were multiple laughs heard throughout the room, but he didn't need to look. He knew that Vanitas and Larxene were the culprits.

"Unfortunately professor, there are many problems. This class is currently one of them. Maybe not the biggest problem, but I can bet it's a solid contender for second place."

Returning his full attention to the worksheet and his captivating ode to the Grim Reaper, he pressed his pencil hard against the paper, breaking the tip of the lead. He closed his eyes and breathed in heavily, waiting for Vexen's inevitable rebuttal. But none came.

Letting his breath out, he looked up to search for that same pair of blue eyes, this time finding a look of disbelief.

"So pathetic…" Larxene half whispered to Vanitas, loud enough for the entire classroom to hear. Few laughs were heard from the statement, but Vexen immediately calmed down the class and resumed the end of the lesson. Roxas shook his head, staring blankly at the paper.

It's easier to not care about things when you've admitted that you've lost all control. He knew that he had been constantly crossing lines and pushing boundaries relentlessly. He was never a student to bring outside problems into the classroom, but there is a first time for everything. Especially when the object of your misery insisted on apologizing for something, that is unforgivable, every minute of the day.

His stomach twisted, the contents of his lunch, or lack there of, begging to escape as he closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing.

This has been his routine for the past four days. The only reward being getting through the entire day without crying, or making himself so sick that he threw up. Of course, it's gotten better since four days ago. He doesn't throw up as much, but that would actually require him to eat more than a pack of crackers.

Roxas glared at his phone, watching his name appear on the top of the screen for the sixth time today. Of course, he had no reason to reply. He had no desire to do anything.

Thoughts interrupted by the blaring of the school bell signified that his torment of the confined prison had ended, at least till the morning. Muttering under his breath over the homework assignment from Vexen, he stood up and shoved his belongings into his bag.

"Rox, let's walk home today. They say it's going to get a lot colder soon, so I thought we could enjoy it while it lasted. Come with me, we can talk," the redhead spoke, hiking her purse strap onto her shoulder.

"I'll come with you when the coldness of the air matches that of my small, black heart."

"Rox, cut the dramatics," Kairi laughed lightly, placing a hand on the top of his head, ruffling it gently.

"Why do you ask when you know the answer?" Roxas spoke, emotionless as he sighed and swatted away his best friends hand. Why do people think there is a hidden meaning when he says he doesn't want to talk? If he wanted to talk, he would. He didn't want to open up and let more people into the cut that hasn't even had time to scab. Most importantly, he didn't want Kairi of all people to know about his problems with her brother.

"Why do you give the same answer when you know I won't accept it? You have to. No longer will I come to school to see you ripping your small, black heart out," she smiled playfully, throwing his words back at him. "You do enough of that at home."

"Fine," he spat, walking past her at such a brisk pace that he knew she would have to jog to catch up. He navigated the halls mindlessly, allowing his legs to take him clear across the building and into the senior locker bank. Twisting the lock effortlessly, he opened his locker, throwing his backpack onto the floor, and stuffed his sweatshirt into his bag.

"You may need that sweatshirt."

"Thanks mom, but your definition of cold isn't cold."

He didn't know why he kept shutting her down. He knew that she was just trying to help, he just couldn't shake the fact that she wanted to know more about this than he was willing to release, and he didn't feel that he needed to share.

"Your phone's ringing."

"I have voicemail for a reason," he picked up his backpack, shut his locker swiftly, and re-locked it before walking down the hall. If Kairi wanted to talk, she would have to start walking.

He walked by person after person, names flying through his mind. He knew everybody, but that didn't necessarily mean they were friends. There were always the people that hated him for no reason, the people who didn't talk to anybody, and the close-knit group of fuck-ups that somehow loved you no matter what. He had Sora of course, but he was bound by blood, and there was unfortunately no escaping that. He had Selphie and Tidus, even though they spent more time with their hands in each other's pants than maintaining a friendship. He had Demyx and Zexion, and he had Axel.

Had.

"You're going to have to answer it eventually," Kairi spoke simply; finally catching up to the pace Roxas had set.

"And why is that? I do believe that I don't have to answer any phone call I receive. That's the beauty of the decline button. I do believe, that I can delete text messages before even reading them if I want to. I don't have to answer shit. Fucking stop."

And then there was the time every day, for the past four days, when he finally snapped. He would notice the hurt in one of his friend's eyes for something he said, and he would immediately regret it.

"I'm sorry. Okay?" He paused, stopping completely just outside the school doors. "I'm on edge right now. It's a little hard to come to terms with losing somebody that has been my main focus for almost three years now," he apologized, hoping that Kairi would brush his outburst aside.

Kairi was a good friend. She had always brushed his outbursts aside.

"I know Rox… But you need to talk to him. You didn't even let him say anything to you. You just blew up, and left. How do you think he feels being blamed for doing something that he didn't-"

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're on his side too?" Roxas looked at her incredulously. "You truly think he didn't cheat on me? When the evidence is clearly in front of us? People saw him and Vanitas go into that bedroom together," Roxas shook his head. "I know what I believe. My trust was shattered, and there is no backing out of this. I know he did it Kairi," he looked down, clenching his eyes trying his hardest to squeeze the tears back into his head. "You know… You know when you have that gut feeling telling you something is wrong?" He asked, receiving a small nod from his best friend.

"I had that feeling at the party. I just… I just knew something had happened, and the fact that he acted like everything was normal makes me just believe that he really did cheat on me."

"Roxas, just stop it," Kairi spat, grabbing his arm roughly when he began to walk away. "I'm going to say this once, and only once," she glared at him. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Kairi, get off me."

"Shut up. So this is what you're going to do. You're going to call him, and you're going to talk to him; and when you realize that you're blowing this way out of proportion, he'll be there waiting for you with open arms," she let go of his arm, backing away from him slowly.

You're just as stupid.

"We'll see about that," he pushed her away gently, and turned to go, immediately feeling her hand grab his arm again. Instead of turning around, he ripped his arm away, leaving his best friend behind him in the courtyard.