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Pure hell, I should have never allowed Roxas to let that idiot in, his partner was alright, but...too silent? I don't know I guess I just like all the people I might to be talkative. Because, it seems when they're not, somethings going on, and someone is going to have to clean that up right? The mess that they made. Psh, man I sound cheesy right now.

Roxas is the only silent type I can deal with, since I saw what happened. The poor kid, he's seen so much death, I bet it doesn't even scare him anymore.

Right now we're currently sitting on a couch, watching what seemed to be a dumb soap opera. Guess who put that on? Mhm, Mullet Man. He said something along the lines of, "But, true love is so beautiful! Not as beautiful as Marluxia! But still, rather beautiful!" Mhm-wait, who's Marluxia?

"Oy, Mullet Ma-." I was stop mid-sentence, for the fiftieth time today.

"My name is not Mullet Man, it is Demyx!" He glared, although the emo-bookworm just kept reading, as if he were just another fly. I think he is one, buzzing in peoples ear all the time, singing strange songs, I mean come on, what the hell is a 'peacock'? Bescides a bi- oh, dear god. Forget I even spoke.

"Fine, Demyx, who's Marluxia?" He smiled happily, god damn, bipolar teenager. And got up and pranced around, it was kind of freaky, honestly. But then he stopped, and stared right at me, this time, emo-bookworm looked up.

"Didn't Roxas tell you?" Emo-bookworm dude, stared at me, I wasn't really liking all this weird attention, it made things seem, un-talkative...again. But, none the less, curiousity won me over.

"The only thing Roxas has ever told me about is his past." I let out a deep sigh, leaning against the couch, with my legs crossed (A.N: SO HOT...GOD...FANSERVICE!).

"Well, he's in his bedroom, so I guess it would be alright to tell you, right, Zexxy-sexy?" Demyx then turned his attention to the greyish-blackish-haired, emo boy, who simply nodded in reply.

"Well, you see. Roxas has Schizophrenia...and...well, it's serious." He swung his hands in the air, as if he were talking to the worlds most complicated-man. Emo-boy just nodded.

"Schizophrenia? How serious is it?" Damn you curiousness, repent.

"Enough to make him think some 'it' will rape him, hit him, and kill him, if he doesn't do every word 'it' says?" Demyx shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, right, no, big, deal.

Demyx. You. IDIOT.

"Does he have pills?" Was my first question, I needed to make sure the boy didn't overdose, right? That would be bad. Both of their faces turned even more serious, as the slowly looked down.

"No." Why were they so ashamed?

"I see..."

A blood curdling scream was heard through the air, and everyone, even Zexion looked rather worried. I brought out my revolver from my pocket, and headed towards Roxas's room. Surprisingly, Zexion kicked open the door, and we all just stared.

...

He was gone.

"Oh, no."

There was blood.

Lots.

"Zexion, I'm scared."

"...Aren't we all deep down?"

Roxas.

"I'm coming."

Me: :DDDDD

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