This is just a little bit of what I have written out so far. Rated for themes, later yaoi, don't like it don't read it. Pairings still under debate, though it is under Sora and Roxas, so.....

Warnings: Underage drinking, drug use, etc.

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Roxas was not happy. That was a constant state of being. He also felt guilty for his aunt, who had been dealing with him for the last few months. Still, he didn't stop his bad habits -- it was too late for that now, anyway.

So when he woke up with a monsterous hangover, he was not surprised. He stumbled out of his room and down to the kitchen, knowing there wasd no point trying to hide it. He slowed when he was a man in a suit standing by the front door.

His aunt was there too, tears pooling behind mismatched eyes.

Resigned, Roxas sighed, remaining suspicious. "Aunt Yuna? Who's that?"
"I'm sorry, Roxas," Yuna sobbed, hugging herself.

"Hello, I assume you are Mr. Roxas Orion --"

"Heartilly," Roxas interrupted, bristling.

"Heartilly, my apologies." He was Wutain, Roxas thought, with that dot and dark hair. "Why don't you go upstairs and pack." It wasn't a question.

Roxas took a step back, staring blankly. "What's going on?"

"Miss Burress here is sending you to a rehabilitation center."

"Hmm," Roxas said, glancing at Yuna.

"I really am so sorry," Yuna said meekly. "It's just... You're so out of control now, Roxas. It seemed like the only way. I really can't..." Her voice dropped. "... Can't deal with this anymore."

Roxas shook his head. "Whatever." It wasn't the first time he'd been passed off like this; he'd been through several homes since his mother died. Though, he'd admit -- he'd never wanted to end up like his father. And anyway -- he hadn't expected his mother's little sister to take care of him for very long.

The man waited patiently for him while Roxas gathered what little things he had in possession -- to be a little spiteful, he left the empty liquor bottles beneath his bed and in the closet. Also, the full ones left; he didn't think they'd let him take them anyway. He chuckled cynically -- his aunt was certainly in for a surprise.

He dragged his suitcase downstairs, letting it clunk heavily behind him.

The man stared at him for a moment, then nodded and disappeared out the door, as if giving Yuna and him a moment to say goodbye. Personally, Roxas didn't want it.

"So," Roxas said, on the opposite side of the room from his aunt.

"Roxas, I --"
"I'll see you whenever, unless I... don't, I guess. Bye." And he left, ignoring her cry behind him.

"I'm sorry."

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This story has a match on um, fictionpress too, but it was originally a KH.