Note: Okay I lied, this was really soon to upload a chapter, but I stayed home today and I had an idea so...^_^ Chapter.
Umm Well I hope you like this, I liked writing it.

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"Who said that?" Roxas took a look around his room again, then back at himself in the mirror.
Red hair? No one in his family had red hair, at least what he knew of.

He shook it off, "I'm just tired from school, I'm seeing things…"
As he turned toward the bathroom to change out of his school clothes, he swore he heard someone laugh at him…

Roxas didn't dream that night, and everything was normal the next day.
Tribal was being a prick.
The kids at school picked on him.
He sat by himself at lunch.
Everything was normal, until fifth period.

Fifth period is Mr. Crescent's class, and Roxas' elective, Astrology.
Mr. Crescent had blue hair and really strange eyes. He also had an odd fascination with claymores, these big sword things…
It was by far his favorite class of the day. Roxas always loved learning about stars and such.
He also sat next to that boy with the sliver hair and sea-like eyes.
Roxas knew that this boy was taken but, he couldn't help loving those eyes.

Something else Roxas couldn't help but stare at was the red stain on the sleeve of his arm.
It looked like blood seeping through his white sleeve, but why would this boy be bleeding there?
In fact, it looked fresh, wet, like it happened not even an hour ago.

"Can I help you kid?" The silver haired boy glared at Roxas, those eyes piercing into his soul, ready to rip it out at a moments notice.
'Better not give him the wrong answer…'
Roxas cleared his throat, "Oh well…um…I wanted to know why your sleeve is red?"

The boy quickly looked down, then covered his arm with his hand.
Bolting up from his seat, he exited the room without a word.

Roxas was even more puzzled then before.

"Nice going Rocky, scared off another one you fag." Hayner hit Roxas in the arm, he sat behind him in this class. It seemed like a playful hit, but then again Roxas thought Hayner just liked to hit people.

'Fag? Look who's talking Hayner…'

Mr. Crescent was to busy calling security on the silver haired boy to notice Hayner's insults and punches.

"Hayner…Why was his arm red?" Roxas turned around in his seat to ask him.

Hayner scoffed at him, "Duh, he's an emo little fag like you Rocky."
"Please, don't call me Rocky, and what do you mean, 'emo'?" Roxas looked back to make the teacher was still on the phone, he was.
"God, Rocky, were you raised in a cave or something?" Hayner put quite a lot of emphases on 'Rocky'.
Roxas hushed his voice, "Just tell me Hayner, and stop calling me Rocky."

Sighing, Hayner agreed, "Fine, but you make teasing you so not fun…Emo is those little freaks that wear their hair in their eyes, cut themselves, and listen to crappy music…" Hayner thought for a second, "Like you."

The next class and his walk home were riddled with unanswered questions.
'Cutting himself? Why would he do that…that can't feel good…'Storming in the front door Roxas threw his bag on the floor. He was angry that Hayner would say those things.
He didn't cut himself, he liked his music, and so what if he wore his hair like that?
Why was it any of his business how he ran his life?

'Why does Hayner think I'm emo? I don't…'

'Forget him, I like my music!'

"Welllllcome home little boy!" His father slurred from the couch. Drunk again before three.
Twice in one week? This was a new record.

Slamming his door open, Roxas kicked the closest thing to him, a pillow on the ground.
It hit his new mirror, which caught Roxas' attention.
Roxas was back to normal; blue eyes, blond hair.
The frame on the other hand, that was a complete different story.
It wasn't the puke-green it had been for the past few days, it was the deep, flame red it had been in his dream.

Staring at it in disbelief, Roxas was frozen.
Oh so first his image, now the frame?

Shaking his head, Roxas sighed, "I bet dad painted it, he knows how I like red…"
He was ok with that answer, and he quickly went back to being terribly mad at himself and his life.

After a quick change out of his school clothes, Roxas sat on his bed, pondering about life.
'Cutting himself? Emo? Fag? When did all this happen?'

That's when he saw it, his Exacto-Knife, the one he had been using to cut out pieces of paper for an art project. It was clean, shiny, and most importantly, sharp.

Standing up, his heart racfed a thousands beats a minute, was he really going to do this?

The knife felt cold in his hand, for some reason he thought it would feel warm and comforting.
Rolling up his sleeve, everything that had happened that year, the teasing, his grades, his father, and this mirror, they all came flooding back to him.
He laid his arm on the bed, then opened the Exacto-Knife with his teeth.

Placing the cold, steel blade on his forearm, he thought about Hayner's words today.
"Emo is those little freaks that wear their hair in their eyes, cut themselves, and listen to crappy music…Like you"
Roxas pushed with minimal pressure.
"Duh, he's an emo little fag like you Rocky."
Then a little harder.
"Nice going Rocky, scared off another one you fag."

Finally, Roxas slid the blade across his arm. Blood pricked his open cut, sliding how his arm, onto his bedspread.
The scarlet blood make his skin look much more pale then usual.
Roxas stared at his injury with pure wonderment.
Then, the pain.
The pain.

Why did people do this!? This hurt!
Roxas picked up his forearm and began to suck on the cut, to stop the bleeding.
What had he just done?

Quickly he ran to the bathroom, his mouth still around the cut.
After he cleaned it off, and bandaged it up, he looked at it.

'That…hurt…Why does that boy do that? Does he like pain or something?'

Roxas thought about this all the way back to his room.

Laying on his bed that night, Roxas stared at his white ceiling. His room was so plain.

'What if dad finds out? What do I tell him?'
"That you cut yourself because people tease you."
'That's a bad answer…He doesn't care about the teasing, he says I need to 'grow a backbone', or something like that…'
"That's not very nice, he should be more supportive. I am."
'Well you have to be, your in my head.'
"In your head? Roxie, I can promise you this, I am NOT in your head."

Roxas sprung up, "Ok fine, if you aren't in my head, where are you?"
He awaited the reply.
Nothing.

Laying back down, he was sure his mind was playing tricks on him, maybe to much blood loss.

The next day as he got ready for school, all he could do was stare at his cut.
Same way in his first few classes, he stared at his sleeve.

Then lunch, he sat under his tree, as he eat he kept glancing back at his sleeve, making sure it didn't do what that boys did, and bleed through.
It was done bleeding, quite awhile ago in fact, he didn't know why he couldn't look away.

Finally it reached fifth period, the class he had been waiting for all day. He needed to talk to that boy.

Tapping him on the shoulder, Roxas whispered, "We need to talk…"
The boy looked at him through the corner of his eye, then passed him a note that read:

If you EVER say something like you said yesterday in class again, I will personally rip out your heart, and eat it in front of you while you die a SLOW, PAINFUL, death.

Okay, that wasn't scary or anything. So Roxas wrote back:

I didn't mean to embarrass you. I am SO sorry. Could we please be friends?
If it makes you feel any better, I cut myself to last night.
That way you know a secret about me, and I know one about you.
So…Friends?
The reply:

You cut yourself? For what reason? To spite me?Roxas let out a sigh as he read it, then looked at the boy before writing back:

It had nothing to do with you. I just told you so you could have one of my secrets…
I want us to be friends. You seem nice, and you have very pretty eyes.

Besides it would be nice to have someone to talk to about everything…
The boy read the note, thought for a few seconds, then crumpled it up and threw it at the recycling.
He did not want to be Roxas' friend, obviously.

The walk home was a nightmare.
It was hailing, hard, and Roxas had nothing to shield his head.

Running as he got to his apartment building, Roxas slammed the door open to find his father, in his boxers, in the kitchen, making eggs.
"Breakfast?" He inquired.
Roxas was dumbfounded, "Breakfast? I just got home from school…Its like two thirty something…Shouldn't you be making lunch?"
Cloud shook his head with a smile, "Nope, I just woke up, So this is breakfast."
Roxas thought for a second, "Why haven't you been at work lately?"
"Fired." Cloud sounded way to chipper, then Roxas noticed the empty vodka bottles on the table next to the oven.
"What?! When!? Why aren't you looking for a new job? We…We're going to lose the house…"
Cloud set down his spatula, "No on in their right mind would hire a drunkard like me…"
He finally sounded sad, remorseful.

That was all Roxas needed, he went into his room, set down his bag, laid on his bed, and sobbed.
"Don't cry, Roxie…Please don't cry."
Roxas lifted up his head and looked at his mirror, his eyes were green again, and his hair was the same color as the frame, a flame red.

With a sniffle, he asked, "Why…Why are you doing this to me?" He put his head back down, "Why god?"


Notes ay?: Okay if you didnt notice, Mr. Creasent is Saix.
XD god so much angst. And DONT worry, Roxas wont cut himself anymore, but he had to try it, ya know?

I feel bad for Roxas, my fathers an alcoholic but no where NEAR as bad as cloud is.

Well chapter four should be up soon, and please, PLEASE, reviews!!!