The day hadn't been been good that day. Not in the sense that the events had been bad, but there was a twisting feeling in his stomach that told him something was going to go wrong. It was just a feeling, but his gut usually pointed him in the right direction…
After class that day, he went on his way home to the dorm he shared with his friend Roxas. And as he approached the dorms, the knot grew tighter. He tried his best not to run up the stairs to their room, his worrying was probably over nothing. But that didn't stop him. He ran up the stairs as quickly as he could, barely dodging the few people that were going down the staircase.
He push open the door as hard as he could. There was a large crash as it hit the wall, then everything fell silent. There was not a sound within the dorm. No breathing. No moving. Just silence. Vanitas threw his bag onto the couch, and moved through the house as silently as possible.
Something was very wrong…
"Rox! Where are you?" Usually his room mate was home at this time. He never usually left before Van got home. Watching the house or something.
After he spoke, he finally heard something. It was a…soft sobbing?
His heart dropped and he rushed through the small dorm, looking into each room for the younger male. When he reached the end of the hall, the bathroom's door was closed, but not locked. He took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Inside sat Roxas on the toilet, a razor held hard to his wrist. Van would have sworn his heart stopped. Roxas didn't move when Van slammed the door shut. He seemed to press harder, a small bead of blood rolled down his wrist.
Van went from broken, to burning with anger. He bent over and ripped the blade from Roxas' grip and threw it out the door. "Roxas. Why?" His words were curt and sharp. He would not be soft. He wanted to know, and he needed to know now.
Roxas' head fell, eyes trained on the floor. "I just can't deal with this anymore…" Tears began the blur his vision, and a few began to fall.
"Deal with what?" His voice was still harsh, though it had softened a bit. He took a firm hold on Roxas' shoulders and tried to see his face.
"Just…everything. The stress of school, the stress of my family. Nothing is going right, right now…" His voice began to shake. "I can't do this anymore… There's nothing left for me. There's no point…" And his tears began to fall fast, and he didn't try to stop them.
"Roxas…" He rested his hand on the blonds cheek and wiped away the tears. His soft side was showing. Dammit. "There isn't nothing left for you. Rox, you have me." He lifted up his head, and placed a small kiss on the other's lips.
Roxas was stunned, he didn't know how to react. He hadn't been expecting anything like that.
The tears stopped, just a few stray ones falling down. He kissed Van back hesitantly, not sure how to react.
Before he had a chance to react in his usual way, he pulled away. "Rox, you can't just leave.
You can't just leave. Leaving like that won't solve anything. It is a cheap move." He gave Rox as comforting of a smile that he could manage. "So, ya don't want to be doing that."
Rox laughed softly, frown turning up into a small smile. "Y-you are here, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am." Van set his lips on Rox's forehead. "And ya can't leave. You'll leave me hangin'
like this." He leaned over to the cabinet under the sink and pulled out the first aid kit.
"And that would be rude." He cleaned up the small wound and wrapped it in gauze, patting it gently when he was finished. "Also, I better not catch you doing this again. Or I'll knock some sense inta ya." He tapped his fist against Roxas' forehead. "Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it…" He chuckled and rubed his wrist. "I promise you. I won't try to do that again, as long as you're here that is."
"And I'll be here as long as I can be. As long as you want me."
