Disclaimer:: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

Warning:: Cussing and one incredibly angsty blonde.

II; One-X

"Daddy?"

Eyes the color of the sky searched the interior of the small brick house from the doorway. The usually cozy atmosphere had been smothered out by a new one. The petite blonde's 5-year-old mind couldn't process the feeling, but he knew something was off.

"Daddy?" He called out again, his voice drowned out by the suddenly large and empty home. "Daddy, I'm back from school!" He tried again, stepping tentatively in and closing the door behind him with his left hand, seeing as his right was holding a ceramic key. The blonde boy looked around, not used to the new kind of quiet that had settled around the house.

"Daddy, look!" He said, hearing something in the dining room and running happily towards it. "I made a-!" The boy's words caught in his throat at the sight before him. The key slipped from his lifeless grip and fell, shattering into pieces against the marble floor. The boy's 5-year-old mind couldn't understand what he was seeing; wouldn't accept what he was seeing.

"M… Mommy?"

"A-are you okay??"

I jolted awake, only to find that I'd been strapped down to the bed. It took me a minute to realize just where exactly I was, and by then, my erratic breathing had slowed down to a normal pace. It was the same white room that smelled like bleach shit and had the fucking bright lights, but by now, I was used to them. One thing was different, though. In the once vacant chair next to my half-assed bed, a girl now sat.

"Y-you're awake!" She said, looking relieved. Ha, what a joke that was.

"Get out."

"Wh-what?"

"I said get the fuck out. What, you retarded or something? Can't fucking hear something the first time?"

"I… Uh… Well, no, I-" She stuttered, tucking some of her auburn hair behind her ear. She took a deep breath and then looked me dead in the eyes. "I'm afraid I can't leave," she said with confidence. That only pissed me off more.

"You think you're scary, bitch?" I said, staring her right back in the eyes. "Let me answer that for you; no, you're not. You don't know shit."

"I guess I deserved that, after what I did to you…" She mumbled, looking down at the floor again.

"And what the hell did you do to me, Princess, besides be a waste of my space?" The girl looked up at me, her blue eyes filled with tears. I'd finally broken her.

"Look, I'm sorry!" She said through sobs. "I'm sorry I hit you, I'm sorry for staying here so long, and I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll make it up to you," she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'll pay for your medical bills."

"Serious?" I laughed bitterly. "This is fucking ridiculous…" She looked at me, confused. "I don't need your charity, 'kay, Princess?"

"But I'm responsible for you being in the hospital!" She said, undoing the straps that kept me tied to the bed. Why, I don't know. Maybe she felt sorry for me. Maybe she thought she was helping. Whatever it was, I sat up, sore thanks to the fucking marvelous restraints. "I hit you with my car at the intersection with the Stewart's and the Firestone! Don't you remember?"

"Like hell I do!" I yelled at her. "I've been fucking drugged from the moment I got into this shitty excuse of a hospital. All 'cause you apparently can't fucking drive right! And now you're gonna 'make it up to me'?" By now, my heart rate was through the roof, and the constant beeping was proof of it. The beeping, the crying, the yelling, it was too much. I ripped whatever wires they'd attached to me off and made a break for the door. I was still wearing my clothes instead of those half-assed hospital gowns like everyone else, but I was covered in bandages and had a cast on my left arm. Jesus Christ, how fast was she fucking going??

I pushed past a mob of people and ran out the door. The minute I step foot outside, I felt like I'd just been attacked by a tidal wave. The sudden shock of it made me stop in my tracks. Oh, this was just fucking wonderful. Latham had never had a flood in the time that I'd lived there, but when it rained, it fucking poured. I could hear the girl's voice calling after me. It was now or never. I could run away from that psycho bitch and into a fucking monsoon, or I could go back inside where it was warm, but have to deal with all of the shit she was gonna send my way.

I ran as fast as I possibly could.

133.

The number stared at me, boring a hole in between my eyes.

I fished for my keys in my pocket, praying to God that he wasn't home. Hoping that for once, I could go to sleep without having to deal with that bastard. Wishing that I could go to school tomorrow not looking like I just got mauled by a bear.

But praying, hoping, wishing, didn't do shit.

I knew he'd be home.

I knew I'd have to deal with him.

I knew I'd get hurt.

It was the same fucking cycle, every day of every year ever since- I stopped my train of thought right there. I'd spent to goddamn long trying to forget what happened, there was no way in hell I was gonna let all that back in.

I felt my fingers curl around a cold, metallic loop and pulled out my keys, finding the right one that would open the door ahead of me. Seconds turned to hours as the dread of what was waiting on the other side took over.

I was a badass kinda guy. Nothing scared me. Nothing even fazed me.

Except for him.

I opened the door, suddenly wishing I hadn't. My assumption had been right. There he was, standing there in front of me, leaning against the wall for support.

"Where the fuck are your shoes, you little shit?"

And right then was the worst time to realize I'd run all the way from Albany Medical Center to here shoeless.

"Olette?"

"Present."

"Pence?"

"Here, sir."

"Roxas?"

"… Here." Everyone turned to look at me. I was at the door, wearing my usual t-shirt and jeans, except now I had both a cast and black eye. Don't fucking stare at me, I wanted to yell, but I kept my cool and sat down at my seat.

"Um, Roxas," my homeroom and science teacher, Mr. Shields, said.

"Yes, Mr. Shields?" I said with clenched teeth.

"… Nice of you to finally join us," he said, finishing role-call. Even though that was signal that we could all talk, the room was dead quiet. I could feel everyone's eyes on the back of my neck, and it was infuriating. I stood up, and everyone seemed to take a breath in.

"Do you need something, Roxas?" Mr. Shields asked. I completely ignored him and walked out the door. I could do whatever I wanted these days. Just have a couple bruises, maybe a cut here or there, and teachers would let you get away with just about anything. Fucktards.

I walked to my locker at the end of the hall and put my combo into the lock. Screw the school, I wasn't dealing with shit today. People staring and whispering, no thanks. Worst of all, feeling sorry for me. I was just gonna get out. Let the school gossip about it like a couple of slutty broads in the girl's bathroom and then have it blow over when the next big thing comes. I opened my locker, and I have to admit, I was pretty fucking surprised.

There, in my locker, cleaned and shined, were my black high tops I'd left at the hospital last night along with a post-it note that read:

555-6737

I'll make it up to you somehow. I promise.

-Kairi

And it was just then that I realized I'd been hit by the renowned Kairi von Theissen.

Goddamnit.

Hm, this chapter disappoints me. D: Oh, well! I published it anyway! Fufufufu… Thanks again to my lovely beta, the Colonel! My stories would be full of fail without you! :D [Well, there will always be some bits and pieces of fail cookie here and there, but I post anywayz! Bahahah!]