"What the fuck is your problem?"

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"My problem is that since I've gotten home, you've been in a shitty-ass mood and completely ignoring me, Roxas. What the fuck is this, huh? This isn't how you have a fucking relationship, dammit!"

Roxas was crying. The thing about Roxas was that he wasn't very strong. He could deal it, but he couldn't take it-especially when it was related to Axel and Axel was completely right.

Namine and I glanced at each other and nodded, silently communicating our plan of attack an isolate, because we had seen many of these fights, (though generally not between Roxas and Axel) and Roxas always started swinging fists.

As soon as Roxas raised a fist, Namine tackled him to the ground and I tackled Axel (because Namine was small, and Axel was heavier than he looked) into the wall and pulled him by the hair out of the apartment, avoiding his flailing limbs and ignoring the feral snarls that erupted from his throat.

Axel and Roxas had three types of fights; the bickering of an old couple, ending in sex; the I hate you, you ass, which resulted in a three-day silent treatment, and then sex; and the full-out fight, which ended either in black eyes and broken bones, or someone separating them for a week and then slowly integrating them back into their lives step by step.

This was, unfortunately, the third type, or as those of us who hung around the couple called it; Phase three: attack and isolate.

Phase three often resulted in Axel crying on my bed for three hours straight, completely inconsolable.

This state of being for Axel was both heart-breaking and hilarious, as he would occasionally attempt to seek comfort from either Vanitus or my father, both of whom hated him.

Currently, he was wrapped around Vanitas, sobbing into the grossed out and frightened man's shoulder as Vanitas stood in the doorway of my bedroom, wondering if he could borrow a video game and also be rid of the strange sobbing growth that afflicted him suddenly.

"Never fall in love, Xion," Axel said, glancing over at me. "All it does is open up any wounds you have ever had for infection."

I stared blankly at him, eliciting a 'harrumph" from the lanky redhead as he rolled over.

"I wish he would open up," he muttered. "He makes me tell him every little thing, but never tells me anything."

"That's because he's under the notion that his manhood will be jeopardized if he expresses his concerns aloud."

"You know what's wrong with him, don't you?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you."

"I won't tell him you did."

"I don't trust you."

"Well, that's your problem. Now tell me-what's wrong with him?"

"He thinks we slept together."

Axel blinked. "So..? I sleep with you all the time."

"No, I mean, he thinks we fucked. I remember nothing of it, though."

"Did you guys, ah, drink a bit too much?"

"Would you be angrier at us for getting wasted without you, or for being completely sober the entire time?"

Axel narrowed his eyes. "What happened, Xion? Like, not what Roxas said happened."

"Um, we went through your movie stash," I said, testing his response. "And then Roxas forced me to watch Bruno and Twilight with him, so I hid in the corner and died a little, and then he kissed me, and I don't remember anything until I woke up and he was flipping out trying to pull his hair out."

Axel blinked. "Oh. Well, that's not so bad- I mean, even if you guys did fuck, it's not really a big deal," he said, frowning. "I mean, it's not like you'd ever return any sort of affection towards him, so it doesn't really threaten me at all."

"I told him you wouldn't give two shits," I said, rolling my eyes.

"It's you, so I'm not really concerned. I mean, hell- he wouldn't get pissed off if we fucked."

"He probably would, actually."

"Oh, right..."

I patted him on the head and got up off the futon, pounding the side of my fist into the power button of the TV. "Harry Potter marathon," I explained, tossing the remote at him. "I'll go make popcorn."

"Come on, Firecrotch. Go take a shower and put some pants on," I said, poking and prodding the creep in my bed. "It's time for you and Roxas to be within five yards of each other."

Axel's face lit up. "Really?"

I nodded, and shoved him off my futon. Axel rolled off the side and stood up, stumbling off into the bathroom for a much-needed shower.

An hour later found us at a Chinese-all-you-can-eat buffet, sitting awkwardly across from Namine and Roxas, eating poorly prepared Chinese food.

"So...how are you two?" I asked, grinning weakly.

Namine smiled up at me. "We're good, Xion, thank you for asking. How are you two?"

"Axel finally stopped crying on Vani and my dad, so I guess we're good."

Axel shoved me out of the booth.

"Yep, we're all good," I said, grinning as I slipped back into the seat. "So, Roxas, what did those noodles do to you?" I winced as the blond stabbed at his ambiguous noodle dish with a vengeance.

Roxas glowered up at me, snarling.

"Um...okay. Nami, did you get him tested for Rabies?"

"He's fine, they upped his T dosage a couple weeks back."

"Oh. So he's just got T-rage and is taking it out on his food and acting like a feral cat. Okay. Typical Roxas stuff."

Roxas flung a noodle at me.

I dare say this means war.

I launched myself across the table (meaning I sat on my knees and leaned over it) and pinched his cheeks, roughly pulling on them, which earned me nails in my forearms and a hissing noise.

"Um...can you two please leave?"

I blinked, releasing the blond's cheeks and staring at Namine.

"Xion, Roxas- if you can't behave like civil adults, please leave until you can."

I shrugged. "Okay. C'mon, Rox, let's go get ice cream."

"Ah-wait-" Axel said, frowning.

"Don't worry, Axel, I'm just going to get him a sea-salt ice cream and bring him back."

Axel frowned and nodded, staring down at his plate and stirring the food around.

"I'm sorry for the noodle fling."

"I'm sorry for the cheek pinching."

"More like cheek ripping," Roxas said, rubbing his face.

"Well, it worked, didn't it?"

"I guess so," he said, grinning. He looked down at his ice cream. "Xion, I've been thinking a lot, and... I don't think I should be with Axel any more."

"Why not?"

"Because... maybe we aren't meant to be together, if all we ever do when we're together is fight..."

"But you love him."

Roxas frowned. "Maybe I don't," he said, glancing up at me. "Maybe all this time I was just confusing my contempt for him for love."

"I don't think the two are that easily confused... especially not for so long."

"I blamed him for my parent's divorce, you know- and every-time Namine cried, I would beat the crap out of him... and he just took it... maybe I'm not meant to be with anyone. Maybe I'm just a selfish, abusive, and unlovable piece of dirt."

"So what? You've always gotten in fights. Some people fight a lot. That doesn't make you unlovable- I mean, obviously Axel loves the shit out of you,- and you're not small enough to be a piece of dirt."

"I might as well be."

"No, Roxas. You're not-hmphg," I doubled back as his mouth was suddenly on mine and swung my fist at him, hitting him in the cheek. "What the fuck, dude? I am trying to have a goddamn conversation with you, my girlfriends' brother, not get my mouth fucking molested by yours!"

Roxas rubbed his cheek and looked up at me, wide eyed.

"God, Roxas- you have a boyfriend, don't fucking do shit like this-he loves you. I don't."

"I set Axel and Namine up way back," he said. "And then I stole him from her."

"I don't give a shit, Roxas, I'm not gay."

Roxas wiped at his face rapidly. "I'm sorry. I'm a horrible, horrible, stupid person."

"Roxas, pull yourself together. You're being unreasonable- stop crying, and go make up with Axel, because you two are both complete messes without each other, and get whatever this is out of your system."

"Xion...don't...don't tell them, okay?"

"I'm sorry, Roxas, but it's for the best, really," I said, sighing. "Now, c'mon. Let's go tell them what your problem actually is."

"So that's what this entire thing lately has been about," I finished, sitting back in my seat.

"Oh. You didn't tell me that, Roxas," Namine said, blinking.

"I...didn't want to...fuck up what you and Xion have anymore than I already had..."

Namine shrugged. "It was... a mistake. And... I knew it would happen. So, really, I'm not horribly concerned."

Roxas stared at her, and then winced before glancing at Axel, who was drumming his fingers on the table, not really listening or caring.

"Oh-sorry, did you say something, Rox?"

Roxas shook his head, looking all the world like a kicked puppy.

Axel smiled. "Then can we please be done with this whole separation thing? 'Cause damn, I haven't gotten any in forever."

Namine and I exchanged equal looks of disgust and let the two leave, returning in peace to our now-cold Chinese food.

It's slightly more toxic when it's cold.

A/N: fun fact; this chapter is titled 'Xion 14' on my computer.

egyptian1995: oh, good. xD Lonely, perhaps, crazy, maybe.
Becca was the girl who harassed Xion in high school. She's a couple chapters back, haha.
I have this inability to write consistently coherent stories, so... that's probably confusion due to my derp.

My stomach is twitching. I think it wants food... but I'm not sure.