Roxas

His attitude was normal. He looked normal. His lunch consisted of normal foods. He was the epitome of normal...on the outside. He cursed whatever suicidal bitch tried to stab themselves with the plastic knives they used to give them awhile back. Now he had to eat with his hands. It wasn't a very fun situation. Not when there was so much...greasy, saucy, or watery foods. He picked up a potato, taking a nibble at it. e closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose.

Cloud.

"Shut up," Roxas murmured to himself.

Cloud. Cloud. Cloud. Cloud. DAMMIT CLOUD.

"Shut up!" Roxas screamed, throwing his tray of food on the floor. Everyone looked at him, then back to whomever they were talking to. It wasn't unusual for people to act out like that. Not at all.

Roxas sat back down, picked up his food, began eating again. He closed his eyes, listening as Demyx screamed, pinned down by a large, brunette nurse. He gagged as the pill was forcefully shoved down his throat.

Obediently, Roxas took his pill. Demyx was a reminder to everyone, never break the rules of Oblivion. Don't disturb the Universe. Robert Cormier had warned.

Do I dare disturb the universe? Roxas wondered. I did disturb the Universe. I disturbed my World. My Universe.

Cloud.

It was about two in he morning when Roxas hovered over his seventeen year old brother's bed, knife in hand. A sardonic smile graced his features, his eyes growing comically wide. A cold laugh echoed through the room, shadows bouncing off the walls as Roxas shifted. He watched his brother's eyes crack open, a confused expression at first, then one of pure terror. Roxas, only thirteen years old, smiled even wider.

"Night night big bro. Sleep comfortably!"

The knife went down, but didn't quite make it. Roxas turned, to the best of his ability, and it was his mother who had stopped him. Perhaps she heard the loud laughter, or maybe the scream Cloud had made. He would never be sure. Nothing was ever sure.

Roxas absently poked at his applesauce. How did they expect him to eat this shit? He wasn't going to face-dive into it like Demyx had shamefully displayed. He had a little more class than that.

Sora

"Hey Roxas!" Sora screamed, scooting next to Roxas. "They took Riku away!" he cried, draping himself ungracefully over the other. "Heyyy, did you hear about that new level zero? Apparently they're going to let him be a level one now! You still don't have a roommate, right?! That means you might have him as a roommate!"

Roxas shrugged, and muttered something unintelligable, obviously extremely uninterested. Who needed roommates?

Sora sighed, drumming his fingers on the table. "You know in Hallow Bastion I made a lot of friends..."

Roxas ignored him.

"One of them was named Cloud. Have you ever visited Hallow Bastion? I can hear you screaming that name at night. Have you met Cloud before? He's real tall, with blonde spiky hair, kind of like yours, and blue blue BLUE eyes!"

Roxa's eyes went wide, though only a fraction. He tried to hide his surpise.

Cloud.

Zexion

"Cloud?" the mauve-haired boy smirked. "Sounds like a gay ass name if you ask me!" he snorted. Zexion looked at Roxas, the other had ignored his statement, and Sora was too busy going on about his fantasy world to notice.

"I said it sounds like a gay ass name," Zexion said, a little more stern when he spoke, making sure he was loud and clear. Still ignored by Roxas.

"I said-!" Zexion was cut short, Roxas' hand wrapped around his throat, some pressure applied.

"You know, Zexion. If you weren't such an attention whore you'd probably be a level five and out of this place!" he growled, applying more pressure, causing Zexion to gasp.

Zexion sighed in relief, however, Lexaeus to the rescue. The other scooted closer to Zexion, putting his hand on Roxas' wrist. He contemplated something for a moment, then released Roxas' wrist, still fine and intact. Zexion's eyes went wide, and his brows furrowed, his mouth forced open by the pressure on his throat.

That was when Lexaeus proposed a deal. A deal that would make Zexion hate him forever, he was sure.

Lexaeus

"Zexion...Roxas is right. If you didn't beg for attention you'd be out of here right now. Zexion...please...I'm not the enemy. I just want you to be free of this burden...I want you to be free..." Lexaeus looked at the pure hatred roiling behind Zexion's eyes. It killed him, but he couldn't handle him being so depressed, confined in this place.

Roxas let go of Zexion's throat, turning back to his food. He sighed and poked at the applesauce again, the scene of when he first lost his mind replaying in his head.

Zexion stood up, fierce looking eyes focused intently on Lexaeus, he rose his hand, a loud sound emiting from where it made contact with Lexaeus' cheek. Lexaeus' head jerked to the side, stayed there, expression baffled.

"I'm taking my rec time now! Don't take yours now too!" Zexion yelled at Lexaeus, glaring daggers at him. He turned on his heel, strutting off. He stopped at the door, telling the guard that he needed to be escorted to the recreation room, where he would most likely read a book.

Everyone stared, Lexaeus and Zexion were the most affectionate, touchy-feely, couple in all of Oblivion. They had never once been in a fight. Lexaeus was always there to protect Zexion.

Marluxia

"Zexion...?" the pink haired boy, flamboyant in every way, looked up from a potted Anemone. Zexion was all alone. It was a strange sight, he was usually with Lexaeus. No...that was an understatement. He was ALWAYS with Lexaeus.

Marluxia made a bold move by approaching Zexion, the boy had been crying over a copy of The Kite Runner for almost five minutes now. Marluxia knew he had to be cautious, Zexion was emotionally unstable.

is hand rested ever so gently on the smaller boy's shoulder, and he leaned in a bit, crouching down. "Hey...Zexy. You okay?" Marluxia's voice was soft, like a bath of roses. He was so kind, and so gentle. Zexion had too much vexation broiling inside of him to notice the kindness, and he lashed out, pushing MArluxia back, yelling.

Marluxia frowned, pulling his hand away as he receded back into another corner of the room, leaving Zexion be. Maybe he'd try later...let the boy calm down a bit. Maybe he wouldn't try ever again...