Wow...I don't even know. This is from a random mental explosion that happened late one night while I Role Played with my buddy (the same awesome buddy who helped me with Wolfen.)

...Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this is oddly similar to that last scene in Sweeny Todd. 'Cause that's what I feel from it...Only it's kinda opposite and different and stuff, but whatever.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to their respetive owners (not me)

Warnings: Yaoi, blood, death, attempted suicide, insanity

...Also, has anyone else noticed that the two yaoi pairings I seem to like most...have ppls with RED and YELLOW hair??

Also, sorries for mistakes and junk and stuff. -ded-

Roxas looked on in horror as the object of his affection lifted the warpedblade of a gure butcher knife to his throat.

"Axel!" he cried hoarsely as tears slid down his cheeks and splattered on the kitchen floor. "Please...don't!"

The fiery-haired man paused and stared at the blonde with empty eyes. He looked so broken, sitting there in a pool of blood from his ruined left hand. His body was limp and his eyes were red from crying, though he wasn't.

Roxas lowered his voice and inched closer, reaching tentatively for the deadlt blade. "I'm so sorry. I just...wanted to p-protect you, but..." he was trembling as he placed the cold steel farther away. Soulless emerald eyes watched every movement. The pounding of his tortured heart was all Axel heard as Roxas' whispered words danecd around him.

"I didn't know what to do; I was so scared, and...when I was her hurting you, I..." He choked on words he couldn't grasp, and looked away. When he lifted his gaze, the aquamarine eyes were moist again. "I c-couldn't control it...!"

"It doesm't matter now." Roxas started at the sound of Axel's husky voice, and blinked at the strange smile on the lightly bruised lips. A flicker of hope flashed across his face before being replaced with terror. That cold, dark smirk, almost a sneer, didn't belong to the kind man he loved. No...There was something haunting behind his eyes.

"Nothing matters anymore." The redhead moved closer, slowly, whispering seductively to the other. Roxas scrambled backwards, near petrified at Axel's behavior. "Only us..." Time seemed to stop as Roxas backed away and Axel sprang at him, crying, "We can start anew...!"

Roxas was faintly aware of yelling and being shoved to the ground with a body on top of his own. He struggled vainly against Axel's superior strength and fought the lipsthat pressed almost lovingly against his own. But there was no fighting it. There was no fighting him.

He had wanted for so long to be there, to be so close to the other...He eventually relaxed into the touch and clung desperately to the redhead. It felt so wrong, so right...

He didn't even notice Axel's good hand inching ever nearer to the forgotten knife. The crazed man swept up his beloved balde and, with fiery eyes and in one quick motion, brought it down again and again. The screams fell on deaf ears, and his world was stained with blood again.