Fold Your Hands Child

Roxas had his feet pulled up onto the soft couch that was suppose to trick you into relaxing, his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs, his chin resting on his knee, the hood to his hoodie up, his glaring eyes visible to the grayish-blue eyed male sitting behind a desk with a bored look on his face, a scar reaching from his forehead to his cheek below his eye in a diagonal line. The two were staring at each other, neither one blinking yet. And they had been like that for the past thirty minutes. Thirty minutes to go. Roxas thought, catching the time through the corner of his eyes. "Do you wanna talk about the out-burst in your first hour then?" The man finally asked.

And instead of answering, Roxas just stared. There was nothing he wanted to say to this man either. They were all the same, in his eyes. They were all robots just pretending to care so they could violate the code of privacy to their patients. They always talked. Always...

"Ro..."

"Bite me." He finally said, lifting his head. "I'm only here for thirty more minutes, and I haven't said anything up to this point, what makes you think I'm going to talk? What makes you think that you'll be able to get anything out of me when the others couldn't. You're just wasting your time, and the damn state is wasting their money on people like you." Roxas spoke, glancing to the clock. He wished he could just walk out, but if he left a minute early, he was going right back to juvenile. Although the thought was welcoming, he had things he still wanted to do.

Silence fell over them, and Squall finally let his eyes slide closed and sighed. "Fine then. Just sit there. It's not like I want to waste my time on delinquents like you that don't want the help. I could be using my time a little more productively. It's teenagers like you that give the good ones bad names, you know. It's a waste of oxygen."

"I hope you remember you're recording this session." Roxas pointed out with a bored tone. "You're suppose to be my counselor. You're suppose to be determined to try and help me instead of putting me down."

"Why would I do that if you won't talk?" Roxas opened his mouth to say something, then smiled.

"Reverse Psychology. Nice try." He said with a small smile. "I have a brother that tries it on me all the time. Won't fall for it with a smug bastard like you." He then said, smirking when it seemed he had won.

"Do you care about your brother?" Squall asked after a moment, and Roxas went to answer once more, but then shut his mouth. He had already said too much, he wasn't going to let this man get the better of him. He had too much at stake. "Alright then. You're not gonna talk. But you realize this looks bad on you."

"Does it look like I care? I'm only here because it's court-ordered. I didn't do it, and my brothers can vouch for me." Slip up.

"Do what?" Squall asked, and Roxas narrowed his gaze.

"You have my file. You should know." He said bitterly, motioning to the folder on the desk. "It should have just about my whole life story." His tone remained bitter. At least he was talking, Squall thought as he watched Roxas stand and start to walk towards the window. When nothing more was said, Squall actually opened the folder and looked through it.

He was only a fifteen-year-old boy, and on trial for one count of murder, and one attempted murder. Looking back up to Roxas, he frowned. "If you didn't do it, why won't you talk to someone? You don't want to be convicted for something you didn't do, right?" He asked, and frowned when he didn't get a response. He wasn't able to see the light smirk playing on Roxas' lips at the time. "Roxas?"

"Can we just sit in silence for the remainder of my stay?" Roxas asked calmly, forcing all emotion to leave his expression and his voice. Squall fell quiet and just sat there, watching Roxas as he stared out the window. There was definitely something wrong with him.

When the session ended, Roxas was more than happy to leave the room without a second look at the man, who had made mental note to ask Rinoa about him. Walking from the building, Roxas started across the street, heading for the hospital. He figured he might as well pay a quick visit to an old acquaintance before heading home. Walking into the building, he knew exactly which room to go to, and found his way there, pausing just at the door, staring at it a moment, before walking in, staring at the body laying almost lifelessly on the bed. "Surprise, surprise, Wakka." He muttered, walking further into the room, taking a seat by his bed.

The sound of the heart monitor was a little aggravating, but he dealt with it. "They should pull the plug, don't cha think, buddy? I mean, it's not fair, keeping you here like this, half dead, only surviving because of all these machines. Ha! I wonder if you still feel the pain from the head trauma. Such a shame. I have so many questions for you, but you can't answer me..." He paused and glanced back to the door, before leaning over and staring dead at the boy's face. "What's it like to be on the receiving end of the pain, huh? God, I wish they would just fucking pull it..." He growled, his hand reaching for the plug, getting a tight hold of it, but not moving otherwise.

A short moment later, he released the chord and sat back, laughing as if someone had just told the funniest joke in the world. "I'm just kidding, buddy!" He chuckled, looking over to Wakka's unconscious body once more. "I should drop some flowers off by Tidus' grave for ya, huh? Welp! I'm off. Sweet dreams." He ended the visit with a sarcastic tone before he got up and started from the room, pausing and giving a slightly surprised look to Wakka's mother as she had just reached for the handle, offering a weak smile and nodding his head. The woman shot him a small glare.

"You should be in a cage." She muttered, her eyes locked with his. She was never fond of Roxas. The blond wanted to just tell the woman off, and tell her all the shit her son had put him through up until the boy's 'accident'.

"Pleasure to see you again too. I thought I saw him twitch." He then said, giving the woman false hope as he walked past, rolling his eyes. And just as he had said, he headed for the store to pick up a small bouquet of flowers before heading to the graveyard. It took him at least an hour and a half before he reached his destination, stopping in front of the grave where Tidus had been buried, dropping the flowers carelessly by the head-stone. "I swear, I'm getting a kick out of all of this, ya know. You both acted so bad-ass, but look at where you are now. You weren't going anywhere in life anyway, were you?" He asked, kneeling down with a small smile. "God, I'm gonna miss the morbid thoughts that ran through my head when I passed you in the halls." His words were carried away with the strong breeze that decided to pass by, kicking up the leaves, making them dance in little circles. "These are from Wakka." He then said, turning to walk away.

He was late getting home as it was, and the last thing he needed was to be confronted by his father. Axel had done set him off, and if pushed any further, he'd probably decide to break into his dad's gun case. Huh, doesn't sound like a bad idea... He thought as he made a few short-cuts here and there.

It was another two hours before he got home, and he decided to try and climb in through his window again, only to find the rope gone. "What the fuck?" He growled, walking around to the front, slamming the front door open. He was begging for someone to make the wrong move. He had a lot of pent up anger just asking to be released. Dropping his bag, he headed into the front room. "ZACK!" He yelled, the anger reaching his tone, causing Sora, the youngest, and Oz to jump and look over the couch. Sora's eyes were wide with fear, and Oz quickly got up.

"Roxas, no!" He tried, walking in front of Roxas, yelping when he was shoved against the wall, Roxas' eyes locked dead on his as his grip on the younger boy's collar tightened, tightening the fabric around his neck. Oz gasped, instinctively grabbing Roxas' wrists, wishing he wasn't wearing the hoodie at that moment, wanting to dig his nails into his skin, trying to free his throat.

"No! Stop!" Sora screamed, the fear reaching his voice.

"What's going...Shit, Roxas!" Cloud called as he walked into the room, hurrying over to pull Roxas off of Oz just as Zack walked into the room, tilting his head.

"I'll take care of him." Zack said in a calm voice, and everyone in the room was either looking at Roxas, or Zack. "Roxas, follow me." He ordered, and Roxas just smirked, following after him. Finally, a bit of alone time to beat the fuck out of Zack. Cloud stared after them, unsure of what he should do. Oz, however, was quick to follow them down the hall, giving Sora a look that told him to run to the neighbors if it got out of hand.

And sure enough, five minutes later, there was a loud crash coming from behind the door the two had disappeared behind. It seemed like only seconds as Cloud and Oz pulled the two apart, and into separate rooms. Zack was sporting a busted lip while Roxas sported a black eye, on top of the bruised cheek from the night before.

Panda's Note; Gah! This chapter sucked, but I wanted to get it done. Blah blah blah. Reviews? Opinions? (NICE opinions...) You know the pattern by now, yes? If not, then Evelyn is writing the next chapter. XD