Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts. Not mine.

Yes! I finally wrote an insane asylum story! :D Isn't it great?! I mean I read so many and so few of them are ever updated. :( I'll probably update this one more frequently since I like the idea so much more and I'm obsessed with the pairings...ahem Anyways...read. And then Review. Because it'll make me love you. (Hey, that rhymed!)

Ok people, this story, I promise you, will have: ZexionxDemyx, RikuxSora, AxelxRoxas, KairixNamine, LeonxCloud, and whatever else I may feel like throwing in there. :D

Also: Peoples' Ages:
Zexion: 16
Demyx:16
Axel:17
Riku: 15
Sora: 14
Kairi: 14
Namine:14

Warnings: girlxgirl, boyxboy, swearing, cross-dressing, and alternate universe, which means OOC. D: I'm sorry.

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Day One: The Insane

(Zexion's POV)

Only three words had been going through my head in the past two hours. "Fuck. Shit. Damn."

You may be wondering why I had only been thinking those three things. Well, probably because they're all profanities of some sort, which I usually begin and end sentences with when I'm unhappy. You may also be wondering why I was unhappy and clearly unable to think past the first words I would begin my angry sentence with since my mind is normally fully functional and, in fact, I was pretty damn smart usually. However, there were times when I was not smart. At all. There were times when a retarded pit bull high on angel dust about to fling itself unintentionally but clearly off a cliff seemed about twenty-seven times smarter than me.

This was one of those times. Especially since smart people don't usually end up sitting in some insane asylum, waiting to be given a room (because yes, it was already definite that I would be staying here), all because of their aunt, whom mere hours ago found out about said smart person's failed attempt at suicide. Yes, I couldn't even manage to do that correctly.

So here I was. Waiting. Waiting very unhappily. And nervously. I wasn't enjoying this place. It was totally white, everything was white, the god damn floor was white! How did they get the floor to be that white, I mean I guess the patients can't go outside, but what about the workers? Did they clean their freaking shoes before they walked it? And how could these people willingly work here without windows all day. What kind of a person would willingly work in an insane asylum anyways? Wouldn't they be insane themselves? My oh-so-deep thoughts were then interrupted by a high-pitched, cheery, annoying voice.

"Zexion Noruka?" I looked up. And the stupid nurse smiled at me. Her smile was too big. I bet the workers here are more insane than the patients. The stupid, annoyingly happy nurse who I already hated. That's who she was.

"Follow me." And she was still smiling. Ms. Stupid, Annoyingly Happy, Oblivious Nurse probably didn't realize she was currently working in an insane asylum. The whole idea is unnatural, how could someone smile like that while all the people around them are suffering? If they think they're helping and 'lightening the mood' or whatever, they're not. Yeah, so I'm a bit pessimistic. Live with it.

As I looked around, I began to realize why all the people here could possibly be insane. I hadn't been walking in that hall for more than thirty seconds and I already found so many reasons. Take your pick, it could be the blindingly white walls—and ceilings—and floors—and the stupid nurses' coats (yeah, even those were blindingly light, like all their teeth, which was creepy), or it could be the fact that I just saw another smiling nurse—could it be that all of these people were like Ms. Stupid, Annoyingly Happy, Oblivious Nurse? The thought made me shudder (Yes. Zexion. Shudder.)—or it could be all the insane people the insane person was surrounded by...was that boy that just walked by wearing a skirt? They were wearing a skirt, now I need to know if it was a boy or not...that was a rather short-ish skirt too...Won't this be just...peachy.

If only those damn pills had killed me—but no, of course not. Because some sort of godly force somewhere out there either 1) hates me, or 2) really enjoys ruining my life for said godly force's own entertainment. Stupid little pills. He took a whole freaking bottle. And it didn't work. Life was unfair.

Apparently I had been so caught up in my grieving and emo-ing that I hadn't realized that we'd stopped until Ms. Stupid, Annoyingly Happy, Oblivious Nurse cleared her throat...and then smiled...

"Zexion, you'll be in room 69 with Demyx; he's a bit...loud, but I think you'll be ok." Gasp! Did Ms. Stupid, Annoyingly Happy, Oblivious Nurse stop smiling for a moment there when she said 'loud'?!—Wait! Roommate?! Loud roommate?! No! This was not working out for me. I will refuse! But just when I was about to turn to Ms. Stupid, Annoyingly Happy, Oblivious Nurse, I instead found a door. A very white door that had no numbers and the doorknob on the opposite side—meaning I was now on the other side of the door with my…roommate. As I turned back, I came literally face-to-face with someone. Someone with very...interesting hair...it was so...up.

Okayyy, so I was face-to-face with...someone. Time to back away. Very quickly.

"Hi!" Oh no, not more overly happy people! I decided the best reaction would be to just give the other boy a weird look.

"Whatsyername?!" God, this guy wasn't loud, he was already freaking obnoxious. I was beginning to get the feeling I was going to be one of those people mentioned earlier—the ones that stay 'insane' here due to the people they're surrounded by.

When the blonde didn't get a reaction for at least a minute, he blinked several times and his face began to droop a little...ok, he looked like a kicked puppy that had then been left out in the snow. I didn't like that face...wait, why didn't I like it? But of course my damn mouth responded before my brain could think anything through.

"Zexion." And suddenly the blonde looked like he could fly through the effing roof. And we were on the second floor. Out of nineteen.

"I'm Demyx!" Once again, this...'Demyx' person was doing that whole 'invading Zexion's personal space' thing. However, being against a wall, I couldn't really do much about it...well...this was an interesting position...too close...

"Um...hi?" Thankfully, the idiot—err, the 'Demyx' moved a little farther away, so I could breathe now.

"So, why'd they throw you in here?"...he said that smiling.

"Failed at suicide."

"Really? Me too." Wait...this guy tried to commit suicide? This one? Right here? What the HELL. I imagined my face looked pretty confused right now because the blonde just said "What?"

"You tried to kill yourself? But you're so...annoyingly happy."

"Yeah well, I'm not always all that happy. Little bit bipolar..."

"Just a little bit?"

"Well...a lot. But I'm usually happy!"

Where the hell was that ringing coming from?! "Am I going more insane, or is there...ringing?"

"Oh, that means food time." He just called dinner 'food time.' These people are weird. Yes, all two of them that I've met. Why does he keep smiling?! But before I could respond to his smile in a very angry manner—probably involving some not-so-polite words, 'Demyx' was dragging me by my wrist out into the hall—damn it, I didn't even get to put any of my crap away...not that there actually looked to be much of an 'away' in the room, there were only two beds and probably some other assorted items I didn't actually get to see due to 'Demyx's' stupid head.

So, walking down the white, white, white hallways. There was seriously nothing there. NOTHING. I really can't stress enough how little I understand that people are expected to be rid of their depression by going...here! It was depressing. And stupid. Yes. Stupid. What an amazing brain I have...

And after a while of that, we were in what was apparently the cafeteria, and—OH MY GOD, THERE WAS A WINDOW! A real live window! And you could see trees and the sky and birds and everything! It was so...pretty. Amazing. However, it was too high to possibly break open and escape through. Damn. Yeah, yeah, I haven't been in there that long right? Well this place freaks you out, ok? Lack of windows and any green—or any colors at all for that matter—has an effect on you, alright?

So I'm guessing we went through the line and got our food by now, because, well, I was holding a tray of food, and I was now (still) being pulled from the small line of people to a table and being pulled into a chair next to that blonde kid with the mohawk. 'Demyx.'

There were several other people at the table. All of whom were staring at me. Hey it was that kid with the skirt! Yup, definitely a boy...why were they staring at me?! All of them looked pretty damn weird to me...oh yeah, I'm 'new' aren't I?

'Demyx' cleared his throat. Very loudly. And for a very long time. "Everyone, this is Zexy!"

"Zexion." I corrected. Though I doubt he was listening at all.

"Huh, we never get new people. So why're you in this hell-hole?" Some tall guy with really really red hair asked. How was his hair that red?! Oh right, he asked a question, better answer.

"Attempted suicide."

"Yeah, we've got a lot of those." He laughed. "I'm Axel; set myself on fire. Sort of purposefully..." He started rubbing the back of his neck and laughing nervously.

I guess this started a circle activity (AN: the tables are circles, ok!), because a girl with auburn hair sitting next to Axel started speaking.

"I'm Kairi! Multiple personalities." After a few seconds, she elbowed the blonde, pale girl next to her, who looked up, a little startled.

"Namine...I don't like to eat much..." The girl next to her—Kairi?—frowned.

"Riku. Heroin. I'm sticking with the story that I didn't know I wasn't supposed to do it." Skirt-boy next to him glared a little.

"Sora! Apparently I'm extremely bipolar!" Smiling. Always.

"And he has gender confusion, which explains the skirt." This earned Riku another glare from skirt-boy—I mean Sora.

"That doesn't seem like something that would get you put in here." I said with a bit of a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, well, my parents didn't wanna deal with me I guess." Ah. Uncaring, asshat parents. I could sympathize with that. Mine stopped taking care of me when I was about five. Which is where my aunt came in.

"So, you got stuck with Demyx as a roommate?" Thanks for reminding me overly-red-head.

"Hey! I'm right here!"

"Well, you know, the other people that are roommates at this table are all in denial about a certain...something, I'm just sayin' that it might be some sort of thing that could happen with any people that become roommates, and well…"

"I am not in denial about anything!" Four responses. One rather quiet and less angry, but four identical responses nonetheless. Huh. So who went with who?

"Oh please, you people wanna get in each others' pants so damn bad it's not even funny anymore, just admit it already!"

"Listen up bitch-pants, I am not in denial about wanting to get in Namine's dress, you got that?" Kairi suddenly got...darker and the spork in her right hand was beginning to look particularly menacing.

While Axel began to shut up, and the others continued talking—being extra careful about what they said to Kairi, which is when Demyx finally spoke up. Or more, whispered.

"That's Kairi's...angry side, to put it lightly. Be careful what you say to her when she's like that, cause she'll start causing physical damage sometimes...hehehh..." Nervous laugh again. "And then there's the normal happy Kairi you saw a minute ago, then there's overly depressed Kairi, and then the really loving Kairi. That Kairi only ever really comes out around Namine though." A giggle.

"I see...so there's Namine and Kairi that are—according to Axel—'in denial', and then Sora and Riku?"

"Yup."

"So now he assumes that whomever gets a roommate will end up liking that person?"

"Yup." I gave him a disbelieving look.

"Eh, Ax's mind works in a funny way. The doctors said some of the smoke from the fire he started might have screwed up his brain." Again with the giggling.

"And...why'd he set himself on fire?"

The blonde shrugged. "Attempt at suicide; at least, he said it was 'something like that'."

"Hm...what about the other three?"

"Well Namine...we don't really know much about her, well, Kairi does, but the rest of us don't really. We know that something made her stop eating, we just don't really know what...And then Sora, well, that one's sort of self explanatory. He told us his problems just sorta developed over time. And Riku...all I know is he lost whatever he had and started doing drugs; he doesn't smile much..."

"This whole place is rather...depressing..."

And then a very loud, sharp bell; this place is like a school...

We said bye to everyone and started walking back to our room.

"So, what exactly do we do here?"

"Well, you came at dinner, so nothing. But before that, it's mostly just group therapy, once a week there's one-on-one therapy between you and some other person that works here, and other than that, we pretty much do whatever we want."

"...That doesn't sound very...efficient."

"Yeah, it's not really. But it's not all that bad."

We walked into our room so I could put my stuff away and sleep. And just as I thought before, there wasn't much of an 'away' in here. Now that Demyx's head was out of the way, I could see that there were two beds (white), two nightstands (white), a dresser (also white), some other random items (not white! I'm assuming Demyx brought them then...), and…a guitar? I thought you weren't allowed to have guitars here. Or knives. Or matches. Or pills. Or...anyways.

"Hey, why's there a guitar?"

"Oh, they let me have one."

"...Why?"

"It helps me calm down sometimes, they said it was 'good' for me, so I got to keep it." He said, beaming.

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After unpacking, I sat down on my...lovely new overly white bed.

"Hey, how'd you try to kill yourself?" I don't know why I asked, or why I would even care. I didn't expect to ever actually waste my words on someone like...well, like Demyx. He was annoying...I guess my mouth just started moving.

He looked at me sort of funny for a second, and then smiled. "I jumped off a building. But I survived. What about you?"

"Pills." Then there were a few moments of silence.

"Well, I'm tired. Night Zexy!"

"My name isn't Zexy." I doubt he was actually listening though, Demyx already looked like he'd passed out.

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I woke up that night. I don't know what time it was and I didn't want to move to check because I heard something.

Demyx was playing the guitar and singing...not more than a whisper, but still singing...it sounded sort of...pretty...but I will never admit that I even thought such a thing.

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Well that wasn't as good as I'd hoped it to be...Ah well. I'm sorry people. I'll try to make the next chapter better.

Yes, I made Riku the druggie, please don't kill me everybody! D: Come on, I mean doesn't Sora in a skirt make up for it?

And Roxy shall come into the story later. (Yes Akuroku fans, I'm making you wait. Muhaha!) Other characters may come into the story later as well (COUGH!CloudandLeonCOUGH!), and maybe other people.

Reviews anyone? I hope?