Chapter 21

TITLE: My Delirium

Disclaimer: I have an Akuroku problem, and if I owned Kh, it'd just be Akuroku.

Roxas' POV

In my head I was screaming for Axel to say but my mouth was on autopilot and my Fathers gaze never left my eyes, almost waiting to see when and if I would break. He's always done this so I'd learnt to build a wall and not let either of them see anything about me. Fuck, if they knew it all and just from this little discretion, I was more than sure things were heading back down and this time was going to be harder to crawl out.

"Roxas, Aerith has made arrangements for you to be out in two days. Tuesday, your Mother and I will sent for a car and driver to come and get you and your belongings. You will not be getting another car, phone or whatever you destroyed from your reckless driving."

"WHAT?! The guy was speeding and went through a red light?"

"DON'T YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!?" Father had gotten a little frustrated and his hair was falling out of its sleeked back position. "And where you or where you not on your phone and no doubt texting that faggot." His nose turned upwards in disgust and he ran his hand through roughly putting the rough strands into place. "I will not be spoken to like this, particularly not after the repulsive show you and that boy gave you mother and I. You're lucky I don't drag you out of here how you are, and send you back to Father Cid, because clearly he's been the only to get through to you and your perverted ways." The venom in his voice was beyond present, well more of taken over his entire tone and I didn't want to have to go back to hearing that every. Single. Day. I had a taste of freedom, the real world and me, and I'm watching it being taking out of my hands.

"I'm leaving now, Aerith will bring you in the schedule for the next couple of days up until your departure." And he just left. And I was alone again with the sounds of the hospital for comfort and little did they bring. I had no source of communication, nothing to do, nothing to keep me from the dark corners from my mind.

Axel's POV

My mind was a blank but flooded with questions and frustration and anger and confusion and… UGH! Had I really fucked up that bad? Had I pushed too early? Did I get my hope up? Why did I get my hopes up…? I sat in my Ute just looking at the dashboard, unable to move due the rush of emotion and the pure idea of not being able to do a fucking thing! Why do people like that have to exist? Why couldn't everyone's parents have been like mine…? Why did mine get taken away…? Eventually I started the car up, it was getting way too cold and I couldn't sit here like this. Who knows what people would come up with.

I pulled out my phone as I pulled my seatbelt around and opened the message thread between Roxas and me… My thumbs instantly started tapping;

Axel [9.20pm]: Hey kiddo, could you just swing a message my way when you're free? I'd like to see you before you go if that's ok…

I locked my phone and through my head back against the head rest and let the thought of Roxas leaving sink in a little. Why am I so sad anyway? I hardly knew the kid anyway. I tried to mental shrug it off but I knew it wasn't going to happen like that and I really just wanted to forget and sleep. Clearly communication was lacking between my brain and hand, before I knew it, I had Demyx on the phone.

"Yooooooooo." He sounded sober

"Hey, uhm,"

There was a little silence cause I had no idea why I called.

"Axie, is this our first booty call?" His smirk game was strong; I could hear it through the phone.

"Pfft, you wish." Turns out smirking is contagious.

"Ahah, nah mate, what are you after?"

"I don't really know. Maybe R&R."

"What? The terms barely started?!" He gave a little chuckle.

"Just meet me at the pub closest to the Uni." I hung up and smiled at the phone, but then remembered why the pub was where I was heading.

It was a short and quiet drive for me and Demyx was already out the front waiting. As I pulled up and turned the car off, I opened the glovebox and got out my hidden pack of cigarettes and placed on in my mouth. The mid-June air hit me pretty hard and stung my face and I dug my hand into my pocket and pulled out a lighter and lit my smoke, warming my face for a split second.

"Heeeey!" Demyx always seemed so happy and excited about things and someone like that was great to be around.

"Hey, hey!" I took a long drag and played with smoke as I exhaled; I looked like a dragon.

"So why the pub on a Sunday?" His head tilted and looked up at me. There wasn't much height difference but I think it was more for effect.

"What? Can't go to the pub and socialise without being interrogated?" I chucked and faked a smile. Roxas was leaving and I was at a loss of distractions.

"Well yea, but a Sunday is a little strange, Saturday, sure, but Sunday…"

I sighed and took a puff, exhaling as I spoke, "I've just had a rough day and just need to unwind and forget for a bit. Happy?" I pulled my face tight and my mouth turned into a dead straight line and hunched down a little, throwing my hands out open. I felt bad for being a bit of a prick, but I just wanted to talk shit and drink till everything was black.

Demyx looked a little disheartened and I felt like shit. "I'm sorry Dem," I enjoy smoking way too much, "Let me buy you a drink, you fine piece of ass." I winked and lead him into the bar.

Roxas' POV

Eventually I grew board and started to drift off, my eyes were wanting to turn off, but my brain was buzzing as much as the hospital with all its load and noises that clEARLY HAS NO RESPECT FOR PAIENTS TRYING TO SLEEP. Oh, those machines would have been angry if they heard that. Fuck what dose does Aerith have me on?! Either way, I thank her. Settling back into my bed with my many blankets, I sunk right into the ridiculously oversized pillows Aerith picked out for me. Thoughts of Axel came flooding through my drugged and tired mind, his smile, the first time he spoke to me, the way he smokes, our first kiss the afternoon in my dorm listening to my music, when he sung for me, Saturday night… it was pretty much a montage of Axel with Wonderwall playing over it. As well as I could with a cast, I rolled onto my left and imagined his sleeping face beside me, he always smiles and I felt like an absolute cockstain after this afternoon. My head rolled back in response to my recount of my previous actions earlier.

"Roxy love, are you awake?" Instantly I thought it was Axel because of the nickname, but the voice was female.

"Yea." I deadpanned and Aerith slipped into the room silently and sat on the bed.

"Your parents have left and I've put in for a transfer." A warm hand combed through my hair and cupped my face.

"You have to promise that you'll let me help, I'd hate to see things get as bad, or worse, than last time," Guilt washed over as I remembered my teen year, she had helped even after hours and when I called. Aerith was an angel.

"Things won't get bad this time." Aerith sighed through her nose, we both knew that was an empty promise, I mean I could already feel myself slipping again. The scars had healed over a year ago when I finished school and started Uni searching and the excitement of getting out was pretty much my cure. But this time… I was being forced back and it wouldn't be easy to leave, mum was already talking to Father Cid from this Catholic camp and I was like a veteran there.

"Roxas, love, I'll be an in-house career for you on the weekends. So if things go downhill, you'll have someone there. Sound good?" Her lips turned into a forced smile but I appreciated it, but we both knew things weren't going to be easy, weather we admitted it or not.

"Why bother, Aerith, they'll just be sending me away again." A faint beeping filled the now quiet room and Aerith let out a small sigh as she looked at it, getting up almost unnoticeably.

"I'm gonna come back later and check on you, and don't worry too much Roxy, things may not even be that bad when you leave."

The room was as it was before; quiet and dark. The being had become faint as my thoughts had become loud and rather depressing and my thigh had an annoying itch about it. I ran my hands over it, the shadow of old scars and a brief reminder of how well I was doing and how home life was. Insecurity and embarrassment washed over me as I imagined Axel's hand brushing over me and the hairs on my leg and behind my neck stood up. Did Axel see them? Or was he to drunk? Wait, did he even drink that night? Fuck…

Axel's POV

Demyx bought the next round of drinks as we sat at the bar. The place was quiet as it was a Sunday as Demyx pointed out earlier, but there was still enough people in there to cause a little background noise.

"So, are you going to tell me why you dragged my broke ass to a pub on a Sunday night?" Demyx took a drink and looked over at me.

"I kinda didn't want to talk about it to be honest." I scrunched my face a little at the blond.

"Just going to mope then?"
"That's all I had planned really."

"So this has nothing to do with the car accident?"

I didn't say anything afterwards and finished my drink rather quickly.

"Axel, what's going on? You haven't made one sleazy remark, or hit on me. This isn't you."

"Demy, I want your penis; lets fuck in the bathroom; that bartender has nice ass cheeks." Without thinking, I said the last comment as I signalled the bartender and he gave a strange look.

He walked over and I took him in; red spicks flying everywhere, a low ponytail, two facial tattoos like me (both red creasing moon looking things on the sides of his eyes) and what I am guess are motor bike glasses? Either way, it was an asset to his man beauty.

"Just two more, please." Dem had an awkward smile about him. The bartender took the glasses and placed both rum and cokes on the counter. I place a $20 on the bar and he took it brought back the change. He looked over at Dem and me, eyebrow raise. I could feel the air around Demyx stiffen, but just as it set in, he relaxed when the gorgeous red heads face softened.

"Don't worry," he smiled and he a mesmerizing charm about it. "I'll take it as a compliment." He winked and turned around, and bent over to get a clean glass, give Dem and me a clear view of that great looking ass. In any manga or comical anime, both of us would have gone whit, fallen off our chairs, and all with fountain like nose bleeds and Dem looked as humanly close to it.

After the great "show" from the bartender, Dem and I went back to talking. We kinda drifted back way from the Roxas issue at hand and more on to Uni gossip. Naminé and Xion had gone back to not talking, Vanitas was harassing people openly, a teacher was having sexual relations with a student and Roxas car accident was now a popular topic.

"Yea a lot of students have been adding shit to the stories." We'd been there for about an hour now and we'd both had about 8 drinks between us and Reno (we'd learnt his name from over hearing a conversation he and the female bartender was having) was glancing our way every now and then with shadowed eyes.

"What had they been saying?" I really needed a smoke and placed another $20 on the bar. Reno came over and took it as before but when he'd seen the cigarette I pulled out, he placed the change in a cup and kept it behind the counter. I nodded in thanks and Dem and I headed for the outside.

The wind had picked up, but from the alcohol I felt numb. Lighting my smoke, I turned to Demyx and just observed for the moment. His wardrobe was always something, tonight he chose loose fitted pants, a plain white shirt and a blue and grey jumper with weird looking feather things hanging from the draw cords accompanied by black converses. Over all, the stoner scrubbed up pretty well.

"Well, the first that I heard was that apparently you raped him and in his rush to leave, he collided with a car." I nearly fucking chocked the smoke I was trying to inhale.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Nope, some girls were saying it. We all know their motives; jealously, boredom… the usual." I felt my face flush, the alcohol was really getting to me know. Anger glassed my eyes and frustration curled my fists.

"At least he won't have to deal with that shit." I hadn't meant to say that, it was meant for me in private though but ended up slithering out between my teeth, but really, it wasn't going to be secret for long anyway. Roxas wasn't a major part of the little social group we had, but he was slowly becoming something major to me.

Demyx gave me a strange look, almost disbelief as I drew on my stick of warmth. Ugh, I didn't really want to have to relive it but maybe say it out loud could help some way, either way, wasn't looking forward to it.

"Yea, yea he is," I ran my free hand through my hair and pulled at a hand full while rocking on my tippy toes. "Well, I'm guessing anyway." The smoke now felt lonely…

"What do you base that off of?" Dem's face screwed up a little bit. Alcohol; it's getting to him now.

"Well, his father said something about him going back somewhere. There wasn't any attachment so I don't think its back to the family home. Well if anyone in their right mind would call it that." I stretched my neck and looked to the little dancing lights above me.

"You don't think it's like a straight camp do you?" My head jerked towards him and was sure that I pulled something in my neck, but the numb blanket that covered me blindly hid it.

"They still have those?!" Sticking my ear out towards him and looking at him in the corner of my eye, I was shocked at the thought or even the idea of those camps still existing.

"Yea, well why not? I mean, it doesn't mean it's legal. Does his parents seem like people who'd do that?"

He did have a point and it fuelled my anger even more. What kind of parents could send their kid to a place like that?

"Yea, they seem like the kind who would run it, and fund it, and lock you in there if they thought it was needed."

Demyx's face was full of disgust and he had reason to be. The thought of these camps, stripping the young and old their personal identity in order to fit someone else's belief was just gut wrenching. If Roxas' parents were really thinking about doing this to Roxas, there had to be away to get him out. After all, he was over 18. I turned to Dem;

"We need to get him out."

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