The sun started coming up, tinting the sky with a blue, white, yellow, and orange glow. The clouds broke the ribbon of colors, giving a red color. Everything was blessed with morning sunlight. All was quiet, not even a bird breaking the silence. However, dark clouds weren't too far.

Axel was franticly looking for Roxas in the woods. When he checked the teen's room he wasn't there. He threw on his brown coat and shoes and rushed out the door full speed. Though it was early, dark clouds were making their way across the sky. Light drops of rain began to come down as he got to an iron fence. He looked into the cemetery. Spotting a yellow dot he knew it was Roxas. He ran around the fence and through a large gate over to the blonde.

Rain came down as Roxas heard footsteps through his sobbing. Suddenly his shoulders were grabbed. He looked up though his teary eyes, only to make out a red blob surrounded by grey. The water from above poured down on him. He squeezed his eyes shut, his head going back in his arms. "Roxas! Why are you out here?" Axel said, worried. Roxas looked at him, his eyes full of sorrow.

He clung to Axel's chest under his neck, burring his face into the older man. He let out more sobs. Axel hugged the blonde, resting his chin on the top of the shorter male's head. The rain fell of them as they didn't move from that spot. "I-I killed him… I killed Ven…" Roxas choked out between sobs. His voice was slightly muffled in the red head's chest and trembling sadly.

Axel could recall hearing about Roxas' brother from Roxas' father. His name was Ventus. Only Roxas was allowed to call him "Ven". He was told about the accident.

"Roxas, it's not your fault…" the red head spoke gently. It took a moment for Roxas to say anything. "But I couldn't stop him…" he replied, trembling. He squeezed Axel tightly. "Roxas, sometimes this stuff happens. There's nothing we can do. Don't dwell on it" he said.

"O-Okay…" the blonde said. He broke out into more sobs followed by that. The rain started to pour down more. They were already soaked. Axel rubbed the back of Roxas' head, trying to calm down the younger male. "Don't cry Roxas…" he said quietly.

"A-Axel… It hurts… I miss him… I miss Ventus…" Roxas choked out. Axel stood up, helping Roxas to his feet. Roxas saw through his wet bangs that Axel's hair was completely down, so was his own. Both their clothes were soaked. Axel put an arm around Roxas. "Let's go. You're going to get a cold" he said. Both of them walked around the gate, back into the woods.

The trees blocked out some rain, which was helpful. Roxas didn't say anything, just cried quietly. They went in, closing the door. Axel let go of Roxas. "I'll get some towels. Wait here" he said and left the room.

Roxas felt cold without the older man near him. He missed the Axel's embrace. Even if it was in another room it felt far. He really needed someone right now, and Axel was the only one there.

Axel walked back in carrying two blue towels. He put one on the blonde's head and dried him off. "Damn news channel… They didn't say anything about rain…" he said to himself. He saw Roxas smile, even if it was a sad smile.

Instead of talking about why he ran off and cried, Roxas locked himself in his room. Well, "locked" isn't the term one would use for this situation. In fear of their son trying to kill himself again, his parents gave Axel permission to take the door off the hinges. Roxas had a feeling Axel knew he'd try again.

'Damn bastard is smarter than I thought…' Roxas mentally remarked as he lay in bed, headphones blasting music so he could cut himself off from the rest of the world. 'I think I'll go insane with this fucker here! I don't care if he's trying to help! It's not helping!'

He let out a sigh, only to have his face meet with a pillow that had been dropped on his head. He scrambled to get up, taking off his head set and tossing the pillow at the face of the red-head that dropped it on him. Axel expertly dodged it and chuckled.

"What was that for you asshole?!" Roxas yelled. Axel, who kept the same expression pointed to the clock. Roxas tilted his head, confused of what was so important about the time. "What?" he finally asked.

Axel's eye twitched, like he just met the world's biggest idiot. "It's 6 o'clock. Get ready for school" he said.

"I tried to kill myself a few days ago and you want me to go to school? No thanks" the blonde said, lying back on his bed. Axel smirked. Roxas knew for a fact that meant trouble.

"Okay, you can stay home and talk to me all day"

And with that Roxas shot out of bed and rushed to get done for school.

School. This was both Roxas' safe haven and place of torture. He's get a break from his parents and their never ending bullshit and any other problems at home. There was also the downside of typical school problems. Evil teachers that set him up to fail, bullies everywhere that none of the security guards or teachers did anything about, having to go the whole day with stupid school work and whatnot.

But it was sure as hell better than dealing with Axel! The guy never gave him a break! He couldn't eve pick up a butter knife without that red headed bastard right on top of him! You can't kill yourself with a goddamn butter knife! You can barely cut yourself with it! (He should know, he's tried).

He decided to go to his classroom early. He knew that asshole Seifer would more than likely tease and try to beat the shit out of him if he stayed at his locker for too long. God, Seifer and his band of idiots were a pain in the ass. A son of a bitch, a moody quiet emo, a muscled moron, and some midget that wore some weird ass wizard hat that was almost as tall as him.

Though, the choice of going to the classroom was like a choice between a rock and a hard place. There was either Seifer and his band of traveling idiots, or Mr. Grace, his first period teacher. Sadly, there was no way out of either of them. Not without a phone call to his parents or Axel. Then he'd have to deal with the bitching and lecturing which was just as bad as the bullies and teachers.

As he walked into the classroom, his teacher looked up from the papers he was grading. Mr. Grace was a real freak. His first name was, if Roxas remembered correctly, Marluxia. Sounded feminine already. But this teacher had long pink hair. PINK fucking hair!

And to make it worse he always wore some sort of perfume or something. So every time that wacked teacher would be near him he'd have a sneezing fit because it smelled that weird. And Roxas swore Marluxia gave him these perverted looks when he saw him. Sitting in a classroom being eye-raped by a girly-ass teacher wasn't fun at all to Roxas.

But today, the one girl he actually bothered to talk to was there. Her name was Xion. Roxas had to admit, she was cute. Not sexually appealing cute, but little sister cute. Maybe it was the short, jet black hair that gave her that innocent, child-like look.

He sat by her in the desk behind her. She was a bit shy and would only talk to Roxas. But who can blame her? Most people were jerks.

"Were you sick Roxas?" she asked, looking back at him as he look out his notebook.

Roxas couldn't really bring himself to lie to her. She was too nice. Shifting a bit he mumbled, only loud enough for her to hear. "I uh… tried to kill myself…" he said. She looked down, looking like she was about to cry. That was another thing about Xion, if she looked upset he'd want to hug her. He usually didn't care if girls cried, but Xion was the exception.

Roxas grabbed her hand in a panic. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry!" he said, resisting the urge to hug her tightly. So he just settled for squeezing her hand. It calmed her down, which was a very good thing.

He heard a chuckle from not too far behind him. That damn voice he was sure he wouldn't hear in school. And he turned around to see of course, Axel…

I'M ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!

Writers block is a killer… School doesn't help either. But, I'm on a roll here so here's another chapter for you all~