Yes, I am alive! And I'd just like to thank those of you who reviewed! And those of you who favorite/alerted, thanks, but can you inspire me a little? Anyway, thanks to the story 'Carmine Complex', my writers block has 'poofed' into non-existence. Thank those lovely authors.

Sitting on the dark green couch, Axel fretted over his friend. Roxas, his sweet little Roxas, was hurting himself all because of him. He couldn't even go in and check on him without worrying the boy would hold true to the death threat he issued. Long, slender hands fumbled around to the pocket of his jeans to find his phone. Pulling the red mobile to his face, Axel had to wipe furiously at his eyes to see the numbers he had to punch in. His fingers finally pressed the right buttons after a few wrong numbers, and a bubbly voice interrupted the dial tone.

"Hey, Axel, my buddy! What's up?" He heard Zexion grumble faintly in the background about something like calling at about four in the morning being impolite.

"D-demyx, grab Zexion and get over here, as fast as you c-can." Axel was surprised at the tone of his own voice; it was like a child looking for its mother out in the rain.

"Axel, is everything alright? You sound pretty upset, are you-"Cutting him off with a choked sob, Axel insisted on him hurrying.

"Demyx, it doesn't m-matter, just get over here, pronto!" He snapped the phone shut, trying not to damage his phone by watering it. Getting up, the teen unlocked their front door for his guests. Then said teen returned to his position on the couch, crying silently. This truly was all his fault, but maybe Demyx could make Roxas see reason. At the very least, Zexion could patch him up.

"Oh man Zexy, Axie sounds bad. I think he was…you know, crying! And Axel only cries when….well, you know." The boy with the mullet gushed to his companion with worry. His partner looked up from underneath his slate colored hair, a black bag slung over his shoulder. Right now the smaller of them was having a debate with himself as to whether or not to tell his boyfriend that someone was hurt. Axel didn't mind if he just showed up, but the fiery teen never demanded his presence. So obviously, he wanted something. And judging by his tone, Zexion figured some one was hurt and needed someone proficient in medicine such as himself.

"Well, Demyx, if he sounds so bad, we should probably hurry." With that said, the blond snatched the shorter boy's hand, racing toward his blue Camaro.

His vision was still blurry, but he didn't care. His consciousness was slipping away, slowly but surely. Maybe he wouldn't regain that consciousness, but the boy didn't care. He would slip away, into the pure, untainted abyss of white, where no one could hurt him, no one could make him do those awful-

A gasp. Not his own, not even just one. Two.

"Roxas! Oh my god Zexy! He'll die like that!" Demyx. Okay, he didn't have to stab himself. Not like he really had the strength to go through with that plan anyway.

"Axel should have called sooner, the stupid…Ah, well, we better work quickly, Demyx. Sit him up. I'll find the peroxide…" He didn't hear the rest, but felt warm arms wrap around his torso before he slipped into darkness.

He didn't know if you could dream in a coma, but this surely wasn't real.

"Oh, Zexy, why are they both so blind? Axel loves Roxas, Roxas loves Axel. Seriously Zexion, they take a whole new meaning on 'love is blind.' Ugh." He couldn't see a thing, but he heard Demyx suck his teeth in distaste. Nope, this definitely wasn't real.

"Demyx, it's not that simple. Roxas is afraid of his own past. Axel is afraid that he'll lose Roxas altogether, and that maybe he isn't good enough for Roxas. So both of them repress their feelings." He heard the other boy mumble incoherently in tough before he responded.

"Well, one, Axel should know better. He should realize Roxas loves him. I understand Roxy's view though. If I got treated like he was, I definitely wouldn't admit my sexuality. Stupid homophobes." Roxas smiled in his unconscious state. Demxy and Zexion were the only ones on the outside who knew. They knew all about his last school, all about the homophobic teasing he used to endure.

"Well, Demyx. You'll have to wait to plan their wedding yet. Don't give me those puppy dog eyes. Roxas will break if we push him. But it looks like the severity of his break down was because he's drunk. Axel said Sora spiked the Kool-Aid."

"What!" Demyx barked, "Sora! I'll kill him! Roxas could've died!" The boy continued on in his rant as Roxas slipped back into dreamless darkness.

"Good morning, Twilight Town! It is Sunday, April thirteenth!" He head one of the familiar news announcers send his overly perky voice into the broadcast.

Reaching a thin arm out, he dropped the glassed beverage onto the coaster atop the round table. The liquid in the container actually was pretty foul, but he figured Reno's 'Hangover Be Gone!' tonic would be a big boost in getting Roxas to forgive him. Not to mention the face that he was cooking his best friends' favorite breakfast-eggs, waffles, and bacon.

At the thought of the eggs, Axel wandered back over to the pan on the stove to scramble the protein rich food.

"Aw crap. Hey, Zexy, do you remember if Roxy likes his eggs cheesy or not?" He called over his shoulder toward the living room. His two friends had opted to hang out and watch television until they made sure Roxas was alright. Zexion didn't reply to his inquiry, and neither did Demyx.

"No, I don't. And don't call me Roxy, Axel." He swirled around to see the owner of the soft voice, the steaming pan still in his bare hand.

"Roxas," he breathed," I'm glad you're up." He tired to restrain the shy smile tugging at his lips, but the effort failed tremendously. The cause of that grin looked up at him gratefully, but then stared down at his waist in wonder.

"Um…the pan, Axel?" His carmine brows arched, then shot up as the sensation in his hand registered with his brain. Throwing ht pan back on the counter, he inhaled sharply to refrain from howling in pain at the burn. His eyes, although stinging, saw Roxas rush back to him. Wait, he left? No, the fridge door was still open, and Roxas' other hand was fumbling around in it. The boy held the small bottle out to him.

"Do you want me to rub it on, or you? It will hurt a little…" his voice trailed off as he shut the door, his other hand now occupied with ice wrapped in a towel. Axel let his gaze fall to the bottle being shoved at him, 'Aloe Vera with Lidocaine.'

"Lidocaine? That shit burns, Rox!!! You'll have to rub it on yourself….or I will SCREAM. I don't care how ridiculous that sounds." Shaking his hand back and forth vigorously to try and dull the pain, he looked expectantly to Roxas to find him smiling brightly.

"It's okay Axel. Burns hurt. Humph, look who I'm talking to…you know." He snickered quietly, gingerly grabbing his friend's wrist. The blond boy tilted the bottle slightly, and once a quarter sized blob of blue gel was on the reddening palm, Roxas set the Aloe Vera on the counter. Axel met Roxas' eyes to reassure him that it was alright to go on. After smiling apologetically up at him, the boy gently rubbed Axel's stinging hand with his fingers. The burning sensation coursed through his veins…alongside another feeling. Axel felt his face heat up, not quite the temperature of his palm, but getting up there with it. As Roxas continued to run his fingers over his hands, the red head's heart swelled and he felt as if he were going down on a rollercoaster. One of those cheesy feelings of ecstasy, one could say. When Roxas withdrew his hand, believing that the gel was thoroughly spread, the awkward pleasure he felt receded ever so slightly. It was still there, oh yes, but the sensation was calm enough to allow Axel to breathe again.

Roxas shuffled backward and thrust the ice pack toward him. Axel reached out to grab the numbing cold, noticing that his friend's gaze was now turned toward the ground.

"Look, Axel…about last night…I'm...sorry..." the blond spoke timidly, his hands clasped behind his back. The red head opened his mouth to respond, but the sudden weight on his chest stopped the action. The small arms wound their way around his torso hesitantly, then upon seeing no sign of fighting the motion, tightened around his middle.

"I'm really sorry, Axel…" Roxas spoke into his chest, slightly muffling the sound. Axel sighed, resting his good hand on the mop of blond hair, and proceeding to run his fingers through it.

"Roxas, it was my fault anyways. And Zexion told me you were drunk…But, I…you really scared me. You almost killed yourself, you know? Just…promise you won't do that to me again." He felt a pair of lips turn upward against his chest before the response.

"I promise Axel."

Yes, I do realize it was shorter than last chapter. But I'll try to make up for it next chapter, and muahaha, was what happened in Roxas' dream 'for real…or not?' Yes, Demyx and Zexion's entrance was caused by Roxas being dramatic. And drunk for that matter. Anyway, this chapter was relatively shorter because it's late, and I really want to keep updating this story. One way you can inspire me to write faster? Reviews my friends, reviews. They make meh happeh. :3.