Title: We're Not Done

Author: roxminallo

Disclaimer: I claim no rights in regards to the characters that Disney and Square-Enix own.

Rating: NC-17 with strong language, and triggers including but not limited to depression and anxiety.

Pairings: AkuRoku, SoRiku

Category: Alternate Universe, romance, humor, drama, and yaoi.

Date Begun: August 3rd, 2013

Date Posted: September 29th, 2013

Date Edited: April 28th, 2016

Chapter Five: You McFucked Up

The bathroom door flung open, the metal doorknob making a small dent in the plaster of the wall. A small chunk of white plaster fell to the ground and crumbled into tiny pieces, the crunching sound of shattered plaster making Roxas cringed as he stepped inside quickly. Closing the door to inspect the damage, he sighed and shut the door behind him. He placed the handle of vodka on the sink counter top and quickly turned the water on, placing his hands in the sink to splash some cold water on his face. The color, in the past hour, had slowly drained from his face. Drinking half a handle of alcohol probably didn't help, either. The frown that was now placed on his porcelain fixture slowly melted the life from his entire being, as he looked up to the mirror to notice the thin, sickly features of his body.

In the past week, Roxas has lost enough weight that his clothes have been baggier. His already tight jeans were now slightly loose around the waistline, which surprised him because he didn't even know he had any fat to lose. He rubbed his eyes, turning them red from irritation. He knew he shouldn't have drunk any alcohol on the anti-depressants that were currently prescribed to him, but he truly didn't care for some reason. Halfway through the bottle, his vision began to blur, as well as his speech and movement. He felt suddenly dizzy, and sick to his stomach. He just wanted to get drunk enough that it put him to bed. He didn't want to deal with this day anymore.

In the silence of the house you could hear a pin drop. Sora would surely be out with Riku, and his mother wouldn't be home from work for a couple hours. He started straight through the mirror, into his own being before opening the sink cabinet and extracting a small razor blade. Breathing heavily, his blood pressure increased, causing his emotions to pour back into him at one hundred miles per hour. Life started moving in a freeze frame. Every time he blinked, the blade was an inch closer to the soft flesh on his arm. On the fourth blink, Roxas felt the cold metal press against his heated skin, causing a shivering reaction from the blonde haired boy. On the fifth blink, the metal was pushing into his skin, causing a turning feeling in Roxas's stomach to churn up the small amount of food that he had eaten. On the sixth blink, the blade had punctured his skin, blood dripping down his arm. Slowly, and calmly. By the seventh blink, there was a bleeding line at least two inches long. He closed his eyes, subconsciously slowing his breathing to a steady pace before grabbing the nearest towel and applying pressure to his arm. There was a sharp sting as the fibers of the towel touched his open sore. Roxas winced gently before steadying his breathing once more. Opening his cabinet, Roxas pulled out his mothers Ambien, annoyed that the mix of his anti-depressants and alcohol didn't already put him to sleep.

Popping the cap off and pouring the remaining five into his hand, he threw them into his mouth. He twisted off the cap of the vodka and took a large sip, allowing the pills to fall down his throat. Roxas stepped back, looking into the mirror, and began to cry. Time moved slowly, but quickly at the same time. As he stared at each imperfection in the mirror, the minutes flew by melting into the ground beneath him. He walked out of the bathroom, and into his own bedroom, not bothering to close the door. He sat on his bed, removing the towel, only to see small amounts of blood forming once more. Pressing it against his skin once more time, he allowed the tears to fall harder. His eyes became cloudy, a heavy feeling resting on his eyelids as his stomach felt as if it were being turned upside down and stabbed in several places.

This was the first time Roxas's brain finally told him what he was doing. He began crying harder, as he stood up and ran to the bathroom, knocking into walls and door frames. Kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet, he used his right hand to press into his mouth. Gagging, he ripped his hand from his mouth. The tears welled up bigger, and he choked multiple times. Sticking his hand further into his mouth, he felt himself gag and choke around his finger. Feeling a hot liquid coat his hand, he ripped his hand out before emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

The last thing he saw were three, white, half dissolved pills.

The last thing he heard was a scream.

"He screamed at you in the middle of the store?" Axel questioned, eyes widening at the blond Mohawk in front of him. His hands were placed tightly around a hot cup of tea. He brought the cup to his mouth, taking a small sip, tasting the honey-doused mixture. He bit his lip gently, allowing a heavy sigh to escape through his nose.

"Scream is an understatement. He scared the piss out of little Yuna, and Kairi didn't help too much either," Demyx prodded to the redheaded girl, who shot an icy glare towards the blonde. He swallowed and laughed lightly, tapping his feet against the ground gently. The sun had gone down over an hour ago, and the temperature had dropped considerably, but the night air was a nice mix-up from the stuffy environment the house created. "It was a joke, Kairi," he offered, half-heartedly.

"And you," Axel turned his head to the left, allowing his eyes to lie upon his sister who was leaning against the support beam of the front porch. "You beat him up? Outside the store in public?" He questioned, honestly disappointed in her rash, and immature actions.

"Beating him up would imply that he had fought back. I kicked his ass, he fucking deserved it," Kairi scoffed, feeling both sets of eyes bore into her soul.

"You're no better than he is," Axel sighed, shaking his head back and forth before taking another small sip of his tea.

"Excuse me?" Kairi barked, causing her brother to look up at her quickly. "How dare you say that to me. I have been fighting for you since the beginning of this whole fucked up mess, and you have the audacity to yell at me? Fuck you Axel," Kairi spat, storming into the house quickly, the front door slamming closed behind her.

Axel stared forward, off of the porch and into the street. The moonlight was beginning to glisten on the dark black asphalt of the street. Sighing, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Listen, I know this is hard for both of you. I can't imagine what either of you are going through, but enough is enough…" Demyx spoke, feeling Axel's eyes bore into him. "He's beginning to have nobody… The only person he really has left on his side is Sora. Maybe Riku, but he's even beginning to test his patience," he sighed, bumping his shoulders into his best friends. "This whole fight is just too dramatic, even for me," Demyx joked, and laughed upon seeing Axel's half smile. "We just have to figure out how to prove to him that you didn't cheat, simple," Demyx nodded, pleased with himself.

Axel swallowed. "Dem, all the evidence is stacked against me. People saw him follow me into the bathroom. And the thing about cheating is all it takes is for one person to say it happened. Even if Roxas believes me, which he doesn't, it's in the back of his mind."

"Vanitas, back off."

Axel shivered, closing his eyes tightly.

"Hey, hey! What does that blonde bitch have that I don't?" Vanitas pressed his body against Axel's firmly, pushing him against the door. Axel felt a hard arousal press against his thigh before pushing the black haired boy away from him.

"I said no. If you know what's good for you, I'd back the fuck off of me," Axel pushed past him, knocking him slightly off kilter. As the door opened, and the music and screaming from the party filtered back into the bedroom, Vanitas's smile was visible to the entirety of the partygoers.

Axel took a desperate sip of his tea, rocking slowly back and forth to try to keep warm.

"Axel, are you alright?" Demyx asked, turning his body towards his friends.

"Hey, where have you been?" Axel felt a smooth hand grab his own before turning around quickly. He smiled, placing a soft kiss on Roxas's lips before speaking.

"I just had to run to the bathroom, baby," he spoke, heart melting upon seeing Roxas's smile. He accepted his boyfriends embrace with open arms, and placed his own arms around the blonde's small body.

"I didn't do it!" Axel screamed, standing up quickly as the cup of tea shot out of his hands and shattered against the concrete.

"Axe, I didn't say you did…"

"He pressed his fucking dick up against me, but I pushed him away. I left the room immediately after that! I didn't touch him," Axel gasped, tears beginning to stroll down his face.

"Axel, stop!" Demyx yelled, stopping his best friends arms from flailing into him. Axel crashed into the blonde's chest, weeping loudly. "Shh… Axe- Hey, Axel relax… It's okay," Demyx rubbed his best friends back, sitting him back down gently onto the stoop. He sighed, seeing his breath in front of him. "It's getting cold Axe, let's get you inside."

"Axel!" Kairi screamed, running across the porch and over to the two boys. Demyx looked up, shaking his head lightly with a smile.

"Kairi, he's okay, he's just a little-"

"I don't care, Dem!" Kairi snapped, ripping her brother from Demyx's embrace. "Roxas is in the hospital, get in the car, now!" Kairi spoke sternly, meeting cold eyes with her brother. Breathing increasing, she immediately ran down the steps and into the driveway. She opened the door to the black Escalade that was parked at the bottom of the driveway, and buckled her seatbelt as fast as she could. Turning around, she spotted her brothers frantic hands attempting to buckle his seat belt. Her eyes were laced with fury as she sped out of the cul-de-sac, all the while praying to God that Roxas was oaky.

And when he was, she was going to kill him.