Axel's POV

I rang the doorbell to Sora and Roxy's house for the third time, waiting for Roxas to get the door so we could go to school.

"Roxas if you don't come out here in two minutes I'm leaving without you!" I yelled, as I leaned my shoulder on the doorbell so I wouldn't have to keep pressing it.

Roxas finally threw the door open, and he looked like hell. He had dark circles under his eyes, he was still in pajamas –which I kinda enjoyed because PJ's for him seemed to be pajama pants and no shirt, and he looked even more pissed than usual.

His hair was also sticking out in every direction, and not in the way it usually was. It looked like a blond fuzz ball on his head, most of which was covering his pretty blue eyes.

"Let me make myself clear. If you press that doorbell one more time I'm going to tear off your head." He growled.

Roxas started to go back inside, but then glared back at me. The blond obviously didn't trust me around his doorbell.

"Are you coming or what?" He asked me as he walked inside.

When Roxas turned around he shifted the angle of his arms for some reason. It wasn't a big shift so I just brushed it off. I walked in, closing the door behind me. I wasn't sure if I should ask why he looked like that, or if asking would make the situation worse, so I just followed Roxas upstairs. I wasn't really thinking about it when I started to follow him into his room, that is, until he slammed the door in my face. No really. I had been about to walk in, and it hit me right in the face.

About twenty minutes later Roxas came out, still glaring at me. He was now in a dark blue v-neck long sleeved shirt, and some torn up blue jeans. The blond's hair didn't look like a fuzz ball anymore; instead it looked like it normally did.

"So . . ." I didn't know how I was going to finish that sentence.

"We are going to be late enough as it is, so let's go." Roxas muttered, looking more tired than pissed now.

"Are you ok?" I asked him as I followed him down the stairs.

"Fine." He said, as he grabbed his bag, and headed for the door.

I decided to drop it . . . for now at least, and got in the car. We missed most of first period, but somehow Roxas still finished all the work. I wish I had a smart twin to do my work for me.

He went in and out of sleep for the rest of the day, he didn't even bother with lunch. The blond just put his head in his arms, and fell asleep.

"Roxy hurry up." I complained after our last class of the day. We were the only ones still in the class room. Even the teacher had left, but he was trying to finish the last of the home work . . . that was due in three days.

"Done!" He said victoriously. The second the book bag was zipped I grabbed his arm to drag him out to the car.

"Oh fuck! Ow! Shit! AXEL LET GO OF MY ARM!" Roxas yelled, completely freaking out before we even got three steps away from where we had been standing.

I quickly released his arm, pulling my hand back as if I had been electrocuted. "What's up with you today? I find you looking like hell this morning, then your acting all depressed, then your falling asleep everywhere- I'm not sure how you got all the work done doing that-, and now you flip out when I . . . oh God, you didn't. Roxas tell me you didn't."

"I didn't." He muttered.

"Don't lie to me!" I hollered. Great, now I was freaking out.

"You said tell you I didn't. So I told you that." Was his response.

I moved toward Roxas to try and lift his sleeves, but he started backing up. Soon after matching each other step for step, he was backed against a wall. He looked terrified, so I had to avoid at his eyes or I would back down to avoid panic. I gently lifted the sleeves of his shirt back over his elbows. As I kept lifting, the marks didn't stop on his forearms. They went all the way up to his shoulders.

"Roxas. . ." I trailed off. I didn't even begin to know what to say about his injuries.

"Don't Axel, just please don't." Roxas said pushing past me and pulling down his sleeves. I could hear him running down the halls. I wanted to go after him, but I felt frozen to the spot.

Roxas' POV

I had been wrong about not feeling sick after losing so much blood. I had a terrible head ache, and continued feeling as if I needed to pass out. It hadn't helped that I had woken up to Axel leaning on the door bell.

And now, to make things worse, Axel knew about the cutting.

I was sitting on the school roof, trying to think of what to do. I had taken the shirt off. It's not like anyone else was going to see, and the fabric was irritating my arms. Though, now I was freezing with the winter wind.

"I thought you didn't do that anymore." I heard Axel say coming up behind me. He noticed my shivering, and dropped his jacket on my shoulders. I pulled it closer to me, enjoying the warmth radiating from the fabric.

"I didn't. I wasn't even planning on making so many. Just a few small scratches that wouldn't even bleed that much. They were going to be easy to cover to." I muttered. I wasn't even sure why I was telling him that. Or anything really.

"Why would you do it at all?" Axel asked as he sat down next to me.

I stared at him for a few seconds. "Why do you care?" I asked him.

"Remember who hates who here. I don't hate you." Was the red-head's explanation.

I thought about this for a few minutes. "I wish I could still tell you I hated you." I admitted, looking down at the ground below us.

Despite the situation, he smiled a little. "So you like me now?"

"Hell, no. I just don't hate you, but that's a step closer." I responded.

"Well I like you." Axel said, flashing me a big grin.

"Please, you just want the get in my pants." I scoffed, as I thought about the first time we met.

"Not true. Though, that would be a nice bonus." He said the last part jokingly.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I begged, "Please, don't tell Sora about this."

"Don't you think he should know about you cutting yourself? He's your twin, and you have to tell someone about it." Axel looked serious, staring at me with concern reflecting in his eyes.

"I can tell Riku, or Kairi, or Namine about it. If, I feel like talking." I responded. I decided to change the subject to a less personal one. "So, can you take me home now, or what?"

"Yeah sure. Come on." Axel said, standing up and holding out his hand to help me onto my feet.