Alex's POV

Groaning, I groggily got to my feet and slowly made my way to the bathroom to relieve my bladder, but when I opened the bathroom door, I was shocked to see Roxas by the sink with a razor blade to his wrist.

"What the hell are you doing," I asked, walking more into the bathroom and shutting the door. He winced at my presence. "Roxas, give it to me."

I made my way over to him and he silently handed it over. I placed it in my pocket, before I took his wrist into my hand and began to clean the wounds.

"I'll be back in a minute, okay?" I asked, leaving the bathroom before he answered, getting disinfecting cream and a large Band-Aid, which would cover all the cuts before I returned.

We sat in silence while I put the disinfectant on, noting the other, duller, cuts as I worked. When I tried to place the bandage over the scratches, he pulled his arm away from me and hid it behind his back.

"Axel will want to know what happened," he explained in a quiet voice.

"Maybe Axel should know," I replied.

His eyes snapped up at me, angrily. "Maybe you should keep your opinions to yourself."

Axel's POV

I woke to the feel of Roxas arms sliding around my lower left arm, and his head rested on my shoulder. I placed a few kisses on the top of his blonde spikes before rolling onto my side and wrapping my arms around him, while his face buried itself into my chest.

The usual sobbing began, as I shushed him I wrapped my hand around his and brought it up to my lips as an excuse to get a glimpse of his wrist. I knew he had been doing it again; he had started cutting himself after his parents had died when he was a teenager. I had noticed the cuts reappearing shortly after Sora died; I just wasn't sure how to help him, though. Sora was the one who took care of it then, and I knew I was no Sora, so how I meant to help him?

"Do you want breakfast?" I asked after a few minutes, my mind drifting to the boy sleeping on my couch. "If I don't get up and make it for Alex he'll have a hissy fit."

"He can get himself a bowl of cereal, can't he?" Roxas muttered, snugging into me.

"I suppose he can," I replied, resting my chin on his head.

I wish I could lay with him like that forever; I never wanted to leave him alone again. I had a near panic attack every time I left him alone in the house, never knowing what I would be coming home to. I having Alex here was a good thing in that respect, since it was school holidays and was home when I wasn't. Roxas didn't seem to like him that much, though.

Only when Roxas was asleep, did I break away from my blonde angel, my bladder insisting that I get up. I slowly made my way to the kitchen after the bathroom, and that is where I found my younger brother eating toast quietly.

"Do you have any plans for today?" I asked, turning to look at him as I put two slices of bread into the toaster.

He didn't answer me so I turned around to look at him; he was staring contently at his toast, his brow furrowed.

"Alex, are you okay?" I asked, which seemed to, somewhat, snap him out of it.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, pinching of a piece of his dry toast and putting it in his mouth. "I was just thinking."

"I've never seen you think that hard before," I teased half-heartedly. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing much," his voice was quiet, and he wasn't making eye contact, in fact he wasn't even looking at me.

My toast popped out, I turned my attention away from Alex while I grabbed it before spreading butter and peanut butter over it.

I stared at him as I sat across from him.

"How's Roxas been," he asked after a few minutes.

"Not that good," I hesitantly replied. "Why do you ask?"

He shrugged his shoulders, while picking at his toast.

Alex's POV

"What should I do," I asked my Demyx, plopping down on his bed beside him, my legs ached because I had been pacing to long, but I hadn't been able to sit still while I relayed the situation to him.

"You should tell one of your brothers," Demyx told me as he sat next to me. "They'll be able to get him the help he needs."

"How do you suppose I should tell my brother that the guy he likes needs to be in a psych ward?" I asked.

"Tell Reno then," the blonde boy suggested, running a calm hand through my wet hair.

"I don't think that it would be a good idea," I replied. "If I tell Reno, he'll tell Axel and what if Axe isn't happy that Reno knows?"

"What do you want from me, Alex?" Demyx huffed, exasperated. "You can either do as I suggested or you can sit around, doing nothing about it…It's your choice."

"I'll have to tell Axel then," I mumbled, feeling quiet depressed.

Roxas POV

It hurt, every second, it hurt, it never stopped, never took a break, it was unbearable. I just wanted it to stop, needed it to, just for a while, Axel tried to help, and having him sooth my tears did ease my sorrow to an extent.

I couldn't enjoy his arms around my though, I couldn't feel all of the comfort that he offered. The only thing I could allow myself fully was the razor; the only way the emotional pain could be soothed almost fully was the cutting, but it only lasted a small amount of time, when it passed it only added to the emotional distress.

"Roxas are you okay?" Alex's hesitant voice asked from the other side of the bathroom door. "Let me in."

I couldn't help but feel anger towards the teen that was making life hell for his brothers, though I suppose it ran in the family and I, myself, wasn't always the best brother I could have been, perhaps I was projecting myself onto the boy.

Sighing, I got off the closed lid of the toilet seat and made my way over to the bolted door.

"Why do you want to?" I asked him, leaning against the door and holding my hand to my wrist to stop the bleeding.

"So I can make sure you're okay," he replied. "You've been in there a while, did you…you know, do it?"

God, his concern just made me hate him more, I wished to be alone. Axel was at work, if only Alex would leave as well so I could be completely alone.

"I'm fine," I lied, making my way over to the sink to clean myself.

When I was done, I returned to the door, exiting the room. Alex was still there watching me like a hawk, concern written all over his face.

"Why don't you go out with your friends…or something," I suggested in an even tone. "Surely there's a party going on somewhere."

"I've decided to take a break on the parties for a while," the blonde and blue haired boy informed me. "Plus, I have plans for tonight." He held up a box of hair dye to show me.

"What colour?" I asked, placing myself onto the lounge.

"My natural," he mumbled, staring down at the box.

He sat down next to me, placing the box on the coffee table, before he leaned back into the couch; absentmindedly his tongue ran along his spiked teeth.

We sat in silence for, what seemed like, forever, before he stood once more, grabbing the dye before heading in the direction of the bathroom.