I Am So Yours

Authors:

:)SmilinForYa:)

Chazzyheartslexi

Summary: Roxas has multi personalities, and Axel is a dangerous pyromanic. After being sent to an academy for the summer, the two meet, and Axel strangely grows a soft spot for the troubled blonde. Roxas realizes he wasn't as crazy as he thought he was, and that sometimes...it's actually not bad being fucked up, as long as you're not alone! AxelxRoxas and many other pairings!

SmilinForYa: We're writing this together! I wrote Axel's point of view in the beginning, and she wrote Roxas's point of view! I will always write Axel's point of view (only because I write better with the "fiery" people if you know what I mean). She will always write Roxas's point of view. Anyway, enjoy the first chaptr and let us know what you think!

Flames were his weakness.

His soul was practically carved out of the heat of the burning, licking flames. Just the sight of the "living creature" made a delicious shudder go through his spine, and his eyes would seem almost glued to the exquisite sight beholding him. The heat radiating over his skin lit his very spirit on fire, making him feel alive. Without it, his life would be pointless.

Multiple times he had actually reached out to touch his beloved element, and someone would have to pull him away. He never felt the pain people claimed the fire caused him. He only felt the consoling warmth of the dancing flames that flickered before his eyes. He would lose all control of his body, practically on his knees, begging for more fire.

He also liked violence, though he certainly wasn't a sadist. He didn't find the idea of torturing someone to death amusing. Now if fire was involved, he would beg to differ. He simply didn't like peace and tranquility; he preferred chaos and the promise of anything vague coming his way. He waited for surprises, and claimed them without a second thought.

He was Axel. And Axel lived his life, well, differently than most people.

But Axel did hate a lot of things. He hated people, especially stupid people that he claimed "nonexistent". He hated water, and would be disgusted by the mere word. Of course he drank it, but only because his body would perish if it lacked the liquid. He hated fake people and wished they would burn alive while he watched. He surely wasn't psychotic, but his thoughts were…unusually violent. He had strong feelings for certain aspects. He hated it when people messed with his friends, or his possessions. One time, when Axel was a toddler, another boy took his lunch. Needless to say, Axel was sent to the office for trying to stab the child with a fork. Of course Axel rarely regretted his actions. When he did something, he always meant what he did, though he did find himself making rash decisions.

The worst thing he hated? Being forgotten. He absolutely hated it when he ran into his old buddy, and found out he forgot who he even was. So his main motto turned into: Got it memorized? It was an attempt to keep himself in people's minds so they would never forget him. It gave him a sense of implicit power.

So one day, in the very beginning of summer, Axel woke up and simply decided he wanted to burn something. That's how many of his thoughts were created—whenever he woke up.

He always immediately found himself wondering, "What to do?" right when he woke up. It was an instinct.

But what to burn? Axel thought of many places he hated, which were beyond listing because of the vast numbers. But out of all of them, he ended up with the center of his hatred:

School.

Reno, Axel's older brother and guardian, was in the kitchen making waffles. He wore his trademark pink apron that he only wore when he made sure there was nobody at the house, except for Axel.

Axel snickered as he got his camera. He liked taking random pictures of things he thought were..worth taking pictures of. And blackmail was oh-so sweet at times.

"Smile!" Axel chimed loudly, a bright flash going off as he took a picture of Reno flipping a waffle, his hands on his hips in an almost womanly way.

Reno gasped, dropping the spatula. The whole pan fell from the collision, and went with a BANG to the floor. "AXEL!"

"My, my, my," Axel inspected the image on his camera, smirking mischievously. "Wouldn't this look so fitting on your Myspace? Oh, and I know that Zack will just drool over it. Hell, he'd probably put it as his wallpaper on his phone!"

Reno scrambled to regain his composure. "D-don't you dare!"

Axel whistled under his breath and shot Reno a wink. "Don't worry; it might add some drama into your relationship. Drama is always good."

Reno glared heatedly. He raised his spatula like it was a sword. "Axel, give me the camera."

"Make me."

"Axel!"

"Oh what's that? You want me to put it on the internet so everyone can see it? Huh? Alright, that's no biggie. I'll do it."

"Axel! I swear—if you put that anywhere except your ass, I will shove this spatula so far—"

"—you're the one who likes it in the ass!"

It took Reno a few moments to calm himself. Finally, he said in a calm and collected voice, "Fine. Go ahead. I'm perfectly aware of your little mind-playing games. I don't care if Zack sees it. I don't care if the whole world sees it! So who's the real victim here? Huh? You are!"

Axel shrugged. "Alright. So I'll just go put it up on goggle and—"

"—AHH!" Reno chunked the spatula at Axel suddenly, aiming for the younger boy's head.

Axel easily caught it with one hand. "Gee no wonder why they kicked you off the baseball team."

Reno, on his knees from throwing so hard, glared at the ground. "T-that was b-because I broke my leg."

"Sure." Axel checked the time. He had to get to the school before anyone else was there. Getting caught definitely wasn't on his to-do list today. "Here's the camera. I was never going to put it on the internet anyway."

Reno sighed in relief.

"But," Axel continued, putting on his shoes, "I did send it to Zack. I'm not going to repeat what he said, but it involved latex and lots and lots of condoms."

"AXEL!"

()

Axel always had matches in his pocket. He took them wherever he went.

He didn't understand why people carried knives with them in hopes of protecting themselves if a gunman decided to harass them. Why not take a match and really hurt him by burning his face permanently?

He made it to the school just in time. Hollow Bastion High stood in front of him, and Axel took a few moments to see the weakest points of the school.

After awhile of trying to think intelligently, Axel gave up and climbed a nearby tree. Why not just burn it all down from top to bottom? Do some real damage. Who cares about weak points. He managed to swing himself from the tree to the roof, landing swiftly on his knees.

The view from the rooftop was stunning, but to Axel, he found it boring. He unsheathed a match, inhaling the smell of the musky scent.

A bird landed a few feet from him. It was a tiny black bird. Oh, I pity you, little bird. So weak…

A larger, bright red bird landed next to the black one. To Axel's surprise, the black one began attacking it.

Axel kicked them and they were gone.

Now, back to the school…

Axel pulled out the kerosene kept in his empty cologne bottle. That probably wasn't safe, keeping it stored in his room in a small spray bottle, but that's how Axel didn't mind. He liked having danger at his door.

He shook it up and was disappointed. There certainly wasn't enough to set the whole school on fire.

But then again, fire could become bigger with anything. It was unpredictable. Axel shrugged, and took the lid off of the kerosene, and began pouring it all over the roof.

There were puddles of kerosene, and Axel still had another bottle. Smirking, he went to the top floor and threw a rock into the window. An alarm went off, but he still poured the kerosene into the room.

And then he lit the match, and sniffed it.

His eyes closed.

The power in such a small stick, what destruction it could create was mind-boggling.

Then he dropped it.

The room instantly erupted into wild flames, and Axel knew it was spreading like a wildfire. He felt himself smiling happily, watching the flames intently as they licked away at the wooden walls. The alarm was getting louder, especially when the fire alarm went off.

He didn't know why or when he liked fire. But he did. And it didn't matter why, it just mattered that he did.

It made sense because it didn't make sense.

He sat himself on the edge of the building, remembering all the horrible memories he had in the terrible place. How many times he was sent to the office, how many times he got into fights with the teachers. So why not burn it? The town would be better without it anyway.

See? I'm doing everyone a favor. They should thank me.

Smoke rose from the chaotic mess into the school, and Axel was right in the middle of it. Soon enough, the flames were surrounding him, gaining on him. He welcomed the fire with open arms, relaxing as he inhaled deeply, loving how his lungs burned from the deadly smoke.

It calmed him. It satisfied him. It did so many things to him.

Am I in heaven?

He didn't realize the fire trucks were there until the firemen were climbing the roof, and the tree, calling out to him.

He ignored them, lost in his own world.

"Hey!" One broke through his thoughts, and Axel snapped.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He shouted. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Sir," The man continued, landing on the roof. There was a mask to protect his face, and a gas mask. "The smoke is lethal right now. If you don't get off the roof, it'll collapse."

"I don't need a damn mask." Axel snapped. "And the roof won't collapse. That's bullshit."

"You need medical attention. The fire will burn you!"

Axel shrugged.

Suddenly the fireman began running at Axel. "Sir, your sleeve! It's—"

Too late. Axel felt his eyes itch, and he simply took the bottom of his shirt, which felt warmer than usual, to scratch it. It took him awhile to realize his shirt was on fire.

The fireman quickly took out a knife and sliced off Axel's shirt. Axel felt an odd tingling right beneath his eye, right above his cheeks.

"What's—" Axel began, and touched his cheek. His skin burned under his fingers.

"Your face is burned!" The man yelled, grabbing Axel's hands away from his face. He quickly patted out the fire on Axel's skin, and Axel felt numb in the area. "Wow."

"What?"

"The burns—they almost look like upside down tear drops. Almost like tattoos." The man suddenly remembered the fire. Axel's vision was getting blurry, and dots were everywhere.

Why do I feel so faint?

The man threw Axel over his shoulder. "Hold on—I'll get you to safety."

Axel didn't reply.

All he felt was…nothing. Especially below his eyes. It was weird.

And then…he fainted.

()

"Axel," Axel woke up to see Reno above him. "Axel, I'm going to KILL you!"

"Hello to you, too." Axel replied sarcastically with a tiny, weak grin.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Reno cried dramatically, swinging his arms around. "ANY IDEA?"

"Nope."

"You burned down the school!"

"That was my intention."

Reno slapped Axel. "You're an asshole! AN ASSHOLE!"

"Geez," Axel groaned, rubbing the throbbing cheek that Reno slapped. "Violent much?"

"Do you have any idea what you've done? You could go to jail! JAIL!" Axel swore he saw Reno's eye twitch in fury.

He also wasn't surprised when Reno suddenly began choking him out of anger, though not to the point where it could kill him.

"Boys!" A nurse waddled in, frantically shooing away Reno, who was now panting, his face red.

"Axel," Reno growled, "why? Why did you even want to burn down the school?"

"He didn't burn it all down." The nurse chimed in, trying to help. "Only the roof. It caved in."

That didn't help Reno.

"I hate school." Was all Axel said.

"So what! I hate all kinds of things! I hate icing, but do you see me burning every single icing can I find? NO!" Reno was having a fit now, jumping up and down. "There are just some things in life that you won't like, but that doesn't mean you CAN JUST BURN THEM DOWN!"

"Why not?"

Reno pinched the bridge of his nose, taking steady deep breaths. That was his way of calming himself down, which normally worked.

"You have two burns under your eyes," The nurse told Axel cheerfully. "They may burn regularly, so if you want, you can put this lotion on it to ease the burning sensation."

Axel blinked. "In case you haven't already noticed lady, this burning sensation isn't burning. At all. In fact, it just feels numb. Really numb."

"That's right." She was unfazed. "Still, put on the lotion or you'll get wrinkles."

Axel narrowed his eyes. "Don't take me for an idiot. I know a scammer when I see one. You just want me to buy the goddamn lotion."

The nurse blinked. "It's for free."

"Oh." Well that's something new.

The nurse left, humming quietly under her breath.

Reno was back in Axel's face, but he was calmer than before. In fact, he looked sad. Really sad.

"You know what you got yourself into?" Reno whispered. "They're taking you away."

"They're really sending me to jail?" Now that was unexpected.

"No, you idiot!" Reno calmed down again. "They're sending you somewhere. They said you have some disorders or some kind of bullshit. What did they say? Oh! You're a pyromaniac, and have a slight bit of anger management. Some psychologist has been watching you for years, and he says he's definitely going to send you somewhere."

Axel grinned. "So I'm a pyro? And have anger management? Who knew!"

"This isn't funny! This is serious. The psychologist said that being a pyromaniac is something to worry about. He's going to send you somewhere called "Birth By Sleep". It sounds like bullshit to me, but there's not much I can do."

"Eh, let him send me there!"

"What?"

"I'll go." Axel laid his head on the pillow, closing his eyes. "It'll be nice for a change. All I do all summer anyway is watch you make waffles with that apron on."

"There is nothing wrong with me making waffles or wearing an apron!"

"I never said there was something wrong. All I said was that maybe this'll be actually kind of fun."

"Fun?" Reno spat the word in disgust. "This is an academy. Do you know what that is, Axel? It's like school, and we both know how much you hate school!"

"Does it have algebra?"

"What does algebra have to do with anything?"

"Just answer the question."

"The psychologist said that all the classes are like rehab—they're about dealing with those urges of burning things or something."

Axel shrugged. "As long as there's no algebra I'm fine." He paused. "Wait. Do I have to pay to get in?"

"No. He's forcing you to go there. God you're such a cheapskate!"

"Way to point out the obvious." Axel snuggled into his pillow. "Now get the hell outta here. I'm trying to get some sleep."

Reno rubbed the back of his neck. "Fine. I'll go tell the psychologist that you'll go."

"Mmhh."

"Axel?"

"Hm?"

"I love you, man." Reno whispered. "You're really fucked up, you know that right?"

Axel's eyes opened slightly. "Yeah. I know."

Axel felt Reno pat his shoulder sympathetically. "Also, you have some burn scars below your eyes. They almost look like upside down tear drops. The nurse was right though, they do look like tattoos. Maybe people won't notice they're burn marks."

Axel said nothing.

"Well, yeah." Reno left awkwardly, closing the door behind him softly, leaving Axel alone in the darkness of the room.

Yeah. I'm definitely fucked up.

"Who came up with the theory of evolution?" Mr. Vexen, a strict teacher asked the class one Tuesday morning.

"Charles Darwin!" A random kid answered. Roxas, however, decided to tune all of this noise out as his cerulean eyes gazed out the window of the classroom. Honestly. Why did biology class have to always be so boring? Couldn't he talk about something more interesting? Thoughts like these buzzed through his head as they did nearly every day. It was these meaningless musings that got him through the school day anyway as they were the only thing that kept him awake when he would much rather doze off. At least it was the last day of school. Just a few more hours, and he'd be out for summer vacation. Hey, that's a cool bird! His eyes widened at the particularly random thought. What was that all about? He then spotted a ruby feathered bird perched on a tree in front of him. Okay. So at least I'm not completely crazy. He decided as he tried to push his other side away.

Yeah. That's right, Roxas carried a terrible secret- he had three personalities. One was his every day, normal side that he was accustomed to. The others, however, were much different. Sora, as he named one of his personalities, was the hyper side of him. He was very random and always had a smile on his face, bursting with a strange kind of energy that he himself didn't have. Then there was his other side, Vanitus, who was, well, the total opposite. It was easy to see that Roxas had enough to deal with- especially since these sides of him wanted to break free all the time. That's why he usually opted to zone out during class as it wasn't at the top of his list of worries. His main concern was that people would find out about his secret. So far, he had been keeping his personalities in check, but who's to say that it would be that way forever? If only he'd paid attention to the onyx bird that had shoved the red bird aside, effectively taking his spot on the branch- then he may have noticed that fate had terrible plans for him that day.

"Alright class, turn to page six in your textbooks," strangely enough, Roxas did what the teacher requested, trying to block out the thoughts coming from Sora. "Now, as you've all probably guessed, today we're going to be learning about Charles Darwin and evolution." Great. Now we get to learn about monkeys evolving into humans. Ooooh! It's a chicken! He practically banged his head against the desk as Sora was inwardly gushing over a cute picture of a chicken in the textbook. Shut up! He urged to himself, as if he could actually tell off another side of himself. No! I like the chicken!

"This theory has been around for a very long time," the teacher continued, completely unaware of the inner conflict the blonde boy was having in his head. If you say it one more time, I swear!"Before we start, does anyone know how he came up with this idea in the first place?" CHICKEN!

"SHUT UP, Sora!" Roxas suddenly yelled, startling the whole class as he banged his fist against the desk. "I don't want to hear anything else about you or a DAMN chicken!" Vexen's emerald eyes twitched in confusion, one unnaturally larger than the other and it was then that Roxas realized what he had just done. "Uh…I-"

"Who's Sora?" A kid in the back of the room asked, causing Roxas to flush in embarrassment. Of course there was no one named Sora in the school- just his luck! All eyes in the classroom were focused on him and it suddenly felt like the room was spinning. What had he just done?

"Roxas, I suggest that you go to the office," Vexen said, already writing a report to send to the nurse. Normally he would have guessed that the boy had been texting someone, but since the school had started a new no-phones-at-school rule, he knew that that couldn't be the case. "You can't be swearing in the classroom."

"I'm sorry!" Roxas insisted, praying to god that this was just a dream and that none of this was actually happening. "I-I was dreaming, I think." He stuttered, his voice shaky as a sweat drop formed on his head. How was he going to work himself out of this one?

"While you were wide awake?" The teacher questioned with a sigh. This boy obviously needed some help.

"Y-yeah?" Roxas replied pitifully as he received the pink slip from Vexen. Somehow, he knew that a phone call to his foster parents was in store at the end of this. He could do nothing, however, but walk out of the classroom, seeing as there was nothing else he could do at the moment. Unbeknownst to him, the black bird was cawing outside, as if laughing at Roxas's ordeal.

()

Thankfully for Roxas, probably as a stroke of luck more than anything, he was sent to the nurse's office first. Although that was a torture in itself, at least he wouldn't have to deal with the stern, rough bearded principal first thing. "Hello, Roxas!" She greeted with a smile as he handed her the paper that would judge the state of the rest of his life. It seemed like Ventus wanted to take over now, as Roxas felt self-conscious, only nodding in silence as she scanned the words on the paper. "Alright, now sweetie, would you mind telling me who Sora is?"

Roxas suddenly found the floor very interesting as he rubbed the back of his head, trying to think of a good excuse to give. "He's a friend of mine," he lied, still not looking up at the brown haired woman.

"Oh, where is he from?" Gosh! What was with all of the questions? He then became even more nervous than before as Ventus's thoughts ran through his mind. I probably look so dumb right now. What do I do? SHUT UP VENTUS!

The nurse caught sight of the boy's narrowed eyes, as if he were having an inner conflict with himself. Roxas never noticed this as his inner rant continued. S-sorry… YEAH, NOW BE QUIET! WE DON'T WANT A REPEAT OF EARLIER. Then Sora decided to come back out of nowhere. Yeah, at least we weren't the ones who screamed about chickens in the middle of the classroom. SORA, YOU STAY OUT OF THIS! He didn't even realize that he was muttering these things as the conflict only continued in his head. Sora, you're going to make him mad… Bleh. He doesn't scare me! "I said, shut it!" He hissed as he put a hand to his head, unable to stop these thoughts from coming in his head.

"You did?" The nurse asked, baffled by the boy's behavior. "I don't remember you telling me to be quiet."

Roxas looked up with a horrified look on his face. SHIT! He did it again! Why did this keep happening? He couldn't control himself anymore. His mouth opened to form a reply, but no sound came out. He was doomed, he just knew it.

When the nurse noticed this, she got the sinking feeling that there was more than met the eye with this boy. It's almost as if he has multiple personalities… She thought, recalling how nervous he was when he first came here, only to tell her to shut up, and then look terrified later. That must be it! I better let his parents know that the disorder might be a possibility. She turned and looked through the school records, intent on finding their phone number.

"W-what are you doing?" Roxas finally asked, although he was sure that he already knew the answer to the question.

"I'm sorry, but I have to inform your parents about all of this." Well, it seems as if today was officially the worst one of his life, well besides the other one that lay deeper in his memory. He couldn't drone on that though, because seconds later, the nurse had picked up the phone. "Hello. Yes, this is the nurse. Would you come up to the school? I think there's something we need to discuss."

That was how he found himself face-to-face with his foster parents as they walked into the office some time later. He looked anywhere but at them, ashamed of himself. They were always good to him, after all. Even if they did ignore him most of the time… All this aside, he had to think about the problem at hand. What was he going to do? Tell them that you didn't get enough sleep last night and- SHUT IT SORA! Gosh, he really was sick of that side of him.

"What seems to be the problem?" Mrs. Tomoya, his foster mom, asked as she looked at her watch, hoping that this wouldn't take too long. Alright. Maybe Roxas's life really was fucked up, but what could he do? Even his "mom" didn't care much about him. Life sucked sometimes…

"Does your son know anyone by the name of Sora?" She asked, recalling the name that Vexen had written on the paper.

"Not that I know of," Mr. Tomoya replied. How would he know? He's never home! Well. At least it was him thinking and not Sora again…

"Well, you see, he had an outburst during class today," the nurse started, motioning towards Roxas. "From what the teacher wrote, I gather that he suddenly stood up and yelled 'Shut up Sora' when there's no one named Sora in the class." Did she have to explain all of this to his parents when he was in the office?

"What's wrong with that?" His mother asked, still not understanding the big picture here. "So he said some weird things, but all kids do that."

"Well, you see…" The nurse hesitated, giving Roxas a sympathetic glance. "I think that he may have a multiple personality disorder." Roxas flinched as soon as the words left her mouth. So he was messed up in the head? That's great for your self confidence…

"What?" His father asked, shocked at the proposition. "That's not true! I'm sure that the teacher was mistaken, right Roxas?" He sent a troubling look in the boy's direction, hoping that his suspicions weren't right.

This only caused Roxas to become more nervous as he played with his fingers. "I-"

"I highly doubt it, sir," the nurse said, effectively cutting him off. "Earlier, he told me something that caught my awareness as well. I really think that you should consider him having MPD."

"Well, what do you suggest that we do if he does have it?" His mother asked, not too worried about the time now. Wow. That was a miracle. "Do we send him to a doctor or something?" Roxas finally looked up at this, a pleading look on his face. No! Anything but that!

"You could," the nurse replied, thinking about what she should recommend. "This might be a better idea though." She took out a piece of paper from a drawer and placed it on top of her desk. Roxas looked at it and read, "Birth By Sleep Camp!" What the heck was that? "I usually receive these papers in the mail, but I think this will be the best option for your child."

"What is it?" His father asked, his chocolate eyes glancing over the page. "A camp?"

"Yes, it's a summer camp for people with disorders," she explained, passing the paper to his parents so they could have a closer look at it. "And since today is the last day of school, it would be perfect to send him. Perhaps he could deal with his problems over the summer and come back feeling a lot better for the new school year." WHAT?

"That sounds like a good idea," his father remarked. "How much is it?"

"Believe it or not, it's actually free." She replied with a genuine smile. "That's all the help that I can give you right now."

"Thank you," his mother said before looking at Roxas, astounded that he hadn't said much throughout the entire ordeal. How could he say anything in a situation that he couldn't run away from? Arguing wouldn't help him anyway. "Well, Roxas, it starts in two days, so you had better start packing your bags, alright?" Just great! It seems like my summer vacation is over… before it even started! Little did he know that this vacation would turn out to be a momentous one, even more so then any other that he had lived through before.

SmilinForYa: Behold the first chapter! Let us know what you think! Things may be a bit confusing, but try to remember that it's only the beginning! We shall update ASAP! Also we will take turns writing the author's notes. I obviously have this chapter, and chazzyheartslex shall have the next!