Me: Woo! We got reviews!
Axel: Only cuz of my sexiness
Roxas: You haven't entered the story yet. It's cuz of my craziness.
Axel: -sniffle-
Me: Don't even start it, Roxas Axel wants pity sex
Roxas: AGAIN!
Me: Yeah, LOL!
Roxas: Oh Em Kay did you just LOL?
Axel: You just OMK'd? What is OMD?
Roxas: Oh My Keyblade
Me: Wow, that's retarded
Roxas: You made it up
Me: Oh so true, moving on. Don't own characters,wish I did, but I don't.
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She was showing him to his room, he didn't want to see this new room of his. He knew it was bound to be chaos and he couldn't stand chaos. He heard multiple screams and he flinched wanting to stop and sheild his ears. Roxas touched the door knobs as they walked and wiped his hand on his jeans. He would have to change them when he reached his room. He tapped each one and counted the tiles, vaugley listening to the doctor as they walked.
"You'll have to share with one of the other students for now. We're kind of underbudget and understaffed." Dr. Yuffie said and Roxas stared at her nametag. Dr. Yuffie Kisaragi, fourteen letters, he sighed really wishing it had been fifteen. Fifteen was a good number but it was not ten. It was not ten like Roxas Heart. The picture on the name tag was the smiling young woman. She seemed a little older now, how long had she worked here. Roxas stared at the bleery white walls counting the tiles on the floor. Sixty seven so far as he walked.
He stared up at the bleach white lights that made his head hurt and he stared around him. "Is that okay Roxas?" She asked stopping and Roxas stopped abrupbtly and stared at her with wide azure eyes. "Yeah." He whispered answering her question.
"Great, classes won't start until tomarrow, so you can just chill out for today. Your roommate is in classes right now, and won't be out until four. If you have any trouble with him just tell me. He knows how to rile people up." She said and Roxas nodded and Yuffie pressed a keycard into the slot and the door unlocked and Roxas walked in.
He nearly went into a panic attack. He clenched his fists, this room was so chokingly small. Pale white walls on one side, the other side plastered with posters of random bands Roxas had never dreamed of hearing. The color red was so loud it made Roxas want to hold his ears as he was tossed from his world of white and clean to brilliant flames. He felt like he had stepped into a furnace.
Fire was plastered on everything around, the pillow case was black with red and orange flames and a picture on a deask was of a young man with long flaming red hair and sunglasses on his head with bright green eyes was in the picture sticking out his toungue. 'Is that him?' Roxas wondered staring at the pale person with the the thin face and smooth thin lips. He had decorative red markings sliding under each of his eyes. 'Who tattoos their face?' Roxas thought terrified at the idea of needles even coming close to his skin.
Roxas could point out a thousand unkempt items just on the desk itself. He wanted to so badly organize it but he also didn't know what germs could possibly infest the desk and that scared him even more then the mess.
"You gonna be okay?" Roxas turned to the young doctor who smiled gently at him and he nodded. "Please leave the door open." He said his voice barely above a whisper and Dr. Yuffie nodded with a smile and turned but then spun back around and pointed a finger at him. He froze at the sudden movement feeling like moving away from her but at the same time he couldn't move.
"Almost forgot, your stuff will be done with processing in about fifteen. It'll be brought to you. Feel free to explore or just whatever. It's a closed campus, so please don't go past the yellow line in the lawn, and wear this at all time. Don't worry it's been sterilized." Dr. Yuffie said passing him a bulky black wrist watch that he secured around his wrist. He had given a sigh of relief when she added that it had been sterilized. He hated to wear anything around his wrists it was almost choking him he supposed. He moved it on his wrist feeling the tightness rub against his wrist making it sore. It really bothered him, but he supposed there was nothing he could do.
"It's so we know where your at, it's not that we don't trust you, it's just that some of the patients have a tendancy of trying to escape. It's not that big of deal, but if you take it off we'll know and it's waterproof. So don't ever take it off, got it." Dr. Yuffie said and Roxas nodded. He had gotten the point before she made her speech but he felt it best not to interupt.
She gave a smile, a wave, and then turned and left. Roxas turned and looked at his bed and sat himself down on it. He layed back and stared up at the tiles on the ceiling and counted the tiles. "One hundred and twenty." He whispered and frowned wishing it had been 150. So much for changing his clothes, they wouldn't be back here until fifteen minutes passed. He counted the seconds until then. He really did. He turned on his side and stared at his hands. They were somewhat reddened from the earlier scrubbing. He felt the scratchy cloth beneath him and wanted to move but his heart was heavy.
He wanted to cry, a miserable imperfection. Not even his parents wanted him. Sora was the one they wanted. Why not, the perfect child he was. He was normal. Roxas sat up and felt tears stinging the back of his eyes and he shut his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. "Deep breath, what does not kill you makes you stronger. I'm okay." He whispered.
He did the relaxation excersises Aeris had taught him and suddenly felt someone staring at him. The peircing eyes, his eyes snapped open and stared at the person in the doorway. Spikey blonde hair, and almost glowing blue eyes and pale skin. He stared at Roxas with an awkward expression and Roxas stared back at him.
He was older then Roxas, he didn't know by how much and suddenly a man appeared behind him. He had long silver hair and glowing green eyes. He had an evil look about him and Roxas stared at him with fear evident in his eyes and the man stared back at him confused and Roxas blinked and the silver haired man was gone. "Who are you?" The man asked. "Roxas Heart." Roxas whispered.
"Cloud." The blondes voice was quiet, not whispery, just a quiet tone that was smooth and comfortable to listen to. Yet also seemed as if he were hiding something behind that voice and Roxas stared at him waiting for the completion. He really hated it when people did not say their last name, he always said his last name. "Sorry, Cloud Strife." Roxas counted the letters in his name. Eleven. He gave a sigh. Oh well.
"You're a little young, how old are you?" Cloud asked staring at him with those glowing blue eyes. "Sixteen." Roxas whispered and Cloud gave a comforting look. Roxas did not know why, but that really scared him. "You must be one of them. They brought me here because I was the other, but you are the nobody." Cloud whispered and Roxas stared at him trying not to be fightened but Cloud Strifes gaze was intense, almost psychotic.
"We all have problems, can you see him?" Cloud asked staring at him with those glowing blue eyes. "Can you see his face, it haunts me to." Cloud asked desperation in his voice and Roxas stared at him feeling his chest starting to tighten. Had he really seen that dark figure behind Cloud? "Cloud." A man with shoulderlength brown hair and brown eyes with a scar across his forehead, touched his shoulder. "Leon." Cloud turned away from Roxas for a moment and Leon stared past Cloud at Roxas who stared back at Leon with wide blue eyes.
He was afraid of these people, these strangers. He wanted to go home, back to the order of his room and his twin Sora. He wanted Sora here with him telling him to calm down, Sora could calm him down when nobody could. Sora, imperfect perfect Sora, his twin. 'Please Sora, please make them go away.' He pleaded in his brain. Roxas clenched his fists so hard he felt his nails dig into his palms and he shook slightly his chest tightening and his throat constricting. Please would they please just stop staring at him.
"Let's go." Leon said and Cloud gave Roxas a nod and left the room and Roxas sat on his bed for a moment before curling up and hugging his knees to his chest. He wanted to go back home. All he ever wanted to do was be perfect for them, all he ever wanted was to be normal. He stared at his hands. His reddened hands, now with markings where his nails had dug in.
He rubbed his hands against eachother until they hurt and he exposed them to himself again seeing the markings dissapear. He really felt miserable, and he hated the itchy sheets and he hated the blinding white walls and the cramped rooms and how nothing was perfect here. Even with everything sterile, even with everything clean and germ free, he didn't feel safe.
It was hell to him, total and complete hell. They had lied to him, why did they lie to him. This was a place for insane people. He felt tears well into his eyes and really all he wanted to do was cry but that would mean he would have to wash his face and the last time he cried his mom had to take him to the hopital cuz Roxas had scrubbed his perfect cherub face raw. So instead he counted the seconds until he went to sleep.
Exactly 100 seconds later he was asleep, exhaustion pushing past his primal fear of sleeping in a bed that was not his.
Remember kids, reviews mean the world
Roxas: THE WORLD!
Axel: -whispers- the world...
Roxas: Okay creepy.
