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Life Interrupted – Chapter 3

"I see there is no permanent damage from you little encounter with, Axel."

Vexen was making the initial attempt to speak during Roxas's first "session" with him after they'd been sitting in silence for about ten minutes waiting for Roxas to begin the conversation. They were the only two in Vexen's office, separated by his large wooden desk. Roxas had snorted and rolled his eyes when he saw this. This was going to be quite the touching session.

"Yeah, I told you I was fine last night," Roxas replied curtly, but in a bored manner. All his life, he had tended to react this way to authority, especially to those who wanted to change him or figure him out, which was basically all of them.

"That's good to hear," Vexen stated, still attempting to sound inviting. "And I hear you two had a friendlier time this afternoon."

"Mhm," came Roxas's barely audible acknowledgement. Of all the things he was supposed to talk about in this hell-session called therapy, this was not one of them. He decided not to indulge the subject.

"Just make sure not to let him influence you into behaving or thinking in certain ways. He's been here a long time for a reason. You don't want to get mixed up in his misconduct if you want to get better."

"I don't need to get better!" Vexen had finally succeeded in eliciting a lively response from Roxas, who was now gripping the armrests of the overly stuffed chair he was seated in and grinding his teeth. "I shouldn't even be here!"

"Maybe you shouldn't have tried to kill yourself, maybe then you wouldn't be here. Isn't that right, Roxas?" Vexen pushed in a very removed tone and yet still digging his way into Roxas's emotions.

A loud, irritated groan emitted from Roxas's throat. "Why doesn't anyone around here believe me? I didn't try to fucking kill myself!" He sat back in his seat firmly, crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at Dr. Vexen.

"Then what were you trying to do?" Vexen asked simply. "Why did you take an entire bottle of sleeping pills?"

"I was tired. I needed a nap and I couldn't fall asleep. I was trying to make it all go away."

"Make what go away? Your life?" Just as Roxas opened his mouth to argue, Vexen held up his hand to silence him. Neither one spoke after this for quite a few moments. The stale air was choking Roxas as he looked past Dr. Vexen and out the window. A flash of pale skin and blonde hair whizzed by followed by two nurses. It was Larxene, clad only in her bra and underwear, running around screaming something Roxas couldn't hear through the shut window. And this was where he belonged? Honestly?

Roxas focused his gaze back on the blonde man in front of him who was staring at him with narrowed eyes. Vexen began the conversation for a second time. "Roxas, I'm sensing a lot of frustration from you. Are you frustrated?"

"Yes, I'm frustrated!" Roxas exclaimed, his tone exasperated. "You wanna know why I'm frustrated, Vexen? I'm frustrated because I truly can't fathom why it is I've been put in this hellhole. Everyone here is fucking crazy!"

"You really think so? I hear you seemed to enjoy Axel's antics and torture of the other patients," Vexen countered, raising his eyebrows, challenging Roxas to come up with an answer.

For a moment, Roxas sat with his mouth gaping open. "Are you fucking kidding me? Have you been watching me? And who cares if I laughed because Axel simply greeted Luxord, and Luxord had to go all spastic and knock down his own damn house of cards. Everyone was laughing. Why do you have it in for me? Or for Axel for that matter?"

"Why are you defending him? You barely even know him."

For this one, Roxas didn't have an answer.

"Demy…play with me…Zexy…don't you wanna play with me?" Axel cooed in a funny overly-cute voice. His long, lean body was draped gracefully across the couch in the rec room, with his sculpted limbs dripping lazily over the sides.

Roxas watched from his seat across the room as Axel entertained himself by bothering Demyx and Zexion, who were sitting on the floor next to him attempting to watch TV, with a hand puppet he'd scrounged up from somewhere. It was the oddest little puppet. It was black with a spherical head, big yellow eyes, and odd zigzag antennae. It was cute in a very silly way.

"Demmyyyyy…why do you give all your attention to Zexy?" Axel made his puppet ask Demyx, his overly-cute voice growing whiny as he tickled Demyx's ear with the puppet's hands. "I wanna be touched all over toooooo…"

Demyx, who, as usual, was seated in Zexion's lap, batted the puppet away with a laugh, blushing intensely. "Axel, you're such a jerk!" he exclaimed, giggling.

Axel cackled as Yuffie approached him carrying a tray of tiny white paper cups. She picked one up and handed it to him. "Alright, Axel," she told him. "Quit terrorizing people and take your meds."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, knocking back the contents of the paper cup, then showing her his tongue so she was sure he'd swallowed them.

"Thank you."

"Mhm."

As Yuffie was distributing medication to Demyx and Zexion, something from the hallway caught Roxas's attention. Xemnas was standing outside his room and a large, powerful looking older man came to greet him. When they embraced, Roxas realized this was his Xemnas's father, for there was a great deal of resemblance between them. Xemnas's father followed his son into the bedroom.

Looking over at Axel, Roxas realized he'd seen this little scene unfold as well. Axel narrowed his eyes at Xemnas's bedroom door then caught Roxas's gaze. He stared back for a moment before parting his lips and sticking out his tongue. On it sat the two long white pills he'd apparently feigned swallowing earlier. After wiggling it ever so gently and teasingly at Roxas, Axel took the pills from his tongue and quickly inserted them into his pocket.

"Roxas," came Yuffie voice, startling Roxas away from Axel. She handed him a tiny white cup identical to Axel's. In it were two oblong pills—half green, half white.

"What are these?" Roxas asked, puzzled.

"Prozac, it's just an antidepressant," Yuffie answered matter-of-factly.

Roxas held the cup back out at Yuffie. "Oh, I don't need them, thanks. I'm not depressed."

"Are we going to have a problem?" Yuffie asked, a strict look in her eye and her lips tightening.

For a moment, Roxas hesitated, but then the look on her face eventually scared him into putting the pills into his mouth. As he did so, he could hear Axel's quietly mock Yuffie with his puppet. "Now Roxy, are we going to have a problem? No Yuffie dearest, no problem. Don't get out your wire hanger just yet."

Roxas swiftly but subtly maneuvered the pills under his tongue before showing Yuffie his empty mouth. She left satisfied. He immediately spit them out into his hand and pocketed them as Axel watched him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Xemnas's father leaving his son's bedroom caught both their attention. Xemnas watched his father go then turned to Aerith who was passing by.

"Aerith…Aerith…I really need some Prozac," he begged. "I don't understand why you won't ever let me have any!"

"I'm sorry Xemnas, but it's not my place to decide these things, you'll have to take it up with Dr. Vexen," Aerith replied calmly and attempted to keep walking, but he stopped her again.

"If I can't have any Prozac can I at least have some Zoloft, please?! I don't understand how Axel, that fucking sociopath, gets fucking eyeliner, but I can't have anything to help me! You fucking people! You're the wack jobs!"

"Again Xemnas, I've sorry, but you're not allowed anymore antidepressants." This time, Aerith was able to escape after responding.

"FUCK!" Xemnas screamed loud enough for the entire ward to hear before stomping into his room and slamming the door.

Though Roxas felt slightly bad for Xemnas, Axel rolled his eyes and directed his attention back to Demyx and Zexion. He sprang from his prone position on the couch and attempted to seat himself in Demyx's lap. "Can I join the party?" he asked playfully, as Demyx tried to push him off while giggling and even Zexion had a smile creeping on his face.

Roxas left his seat and walked to Xemnas's closed bedroom door and knocked. "Xemnas?"

"Fuck off," came the immediately reply from inside the room.

"I have something you want…" he tried.

There were a few moments of silence where Roxas was about give up and walk away. Then, "Come in."

Roxas turned the knob but just before he walked in, he looked back at the recreation room and saw that Axel was frozen in his seated position in Demyx's lap and was staring at him, his eyes narrowing. He walked into the bedroom anyway, closing the door behind him.

Immediately, he was dumbfounded at the amount of miniscule glittering hearts covering almost every inch of furniture in the room. It was like some warped land from the Wizard of Oz. The only piece of furniture not consumed by these precious little trinkets was the bed where Xemnas was sitting cross-legged. He was wrapping something in a Kleenex. Roxas caught a glimpse of something sticky and latex before it disappeared into the tissue. He involuntarily scrunched his nose at this sight, but quickly stopped himself when he realized Xemnas was glaring up at him as if daring him to say something about his actions. He slipped the tissue under his pillow as if this where a way to hide it.

Clearing his throat, Roxas walked over and sat in an empty chair a few feet from the bed. He noticed an open suitcase next to him with piles of clothing neatly folding inside it. "You're all packed up," Roxas commented, trying to sound interested and friendly.

"I'm leaving in a month," Xemnas answered, still sounding hostile. "My master, the man who just left, got me an apartment. It's a really nice one. One bedroom, one bathroom, eat-in kitchen…he's has tons of money from the company he owns so he made it all nice and perfect just for me."

Master? The word skipped across Roxas's brain like a rough stone. He attempted a smile. "I thought that was your dad, right?"

"That's what I said, asshole," Xemnas spat darkly. "So what do you have that I want?"

Holding out his hand, Roxas produced the two green and white pills with a tiny clinking sound.

Xemnas stared at Roxas's hand hungrily for a moment. "Put it on the but and get out."

"Put yours on the bed," a smoky voice spoke, making both Roxas and Xemnas whip their head towards the door. Axel was leaning against the doorjamb with one hand on the doorknob and a sinister smile dancing on his lips. "Nice room, by the way. A single, huh? Why the special fucking treatment?"

"Oh gods, get out, Axel! GET OUT!" Xemnas shrieked.

Axel entered the room and let the door shut behind him before resting against it and speaking in a lazy tone. "Oh, come on, Xemmy, don't take advantage of him just because he's new. Cough up some Valium."

"Get out, Axel, or I'm calling Aerith! AERITH!"

"Yeah, Xemmy, why don't you call Aerith? Let's call Aerith and ask for some Prozac, just like Roxy-baby's got in his fucking hand," Axel said, flames twirling in his eyes.

Xemnas was silent and them a small, contented smile spread across his face. "I don't take valium," he told Roxas and Axel in a holier-than-thou tone.

"I know Xemmy, that's the point. You don't take them. They give them to you and you don't take them," Axel said, exasperated. "And why does it smell like sex in here?"

Xemnas ignored Axel and turned to Roxas. "Just give me the fucking Prozac and both of you can get out."

Axel strutted over to the edge of Xemnas's bed and leaned down, resting his hands on the bed, his face inches from the silver-haired boy. "You wanna know what I think?" he asked with a smirk. "I think you're depressed, Xemmy. I think you're miserable from the shame."

"It's okay, he can have the Prozac," Roxas said, getting up from his chair. "I really don't care."

"I DO! I do care," Axel half-shouted almost angrily, taking Roxas aback. The redhead then redirected his attention back to Xemnas. As he spoke, his tone grew more and more devilish and taunting, and his grin more cruel. "You wanna know what else I think? I think you and daddy do a little more in this room than just exchanging rich boy pleasantries."

He strode slowly from the foot of the bed over to the side, and sprawled his long, sculpted body across the mattress, arching his back up like a cat and inhaling slowly. Closing his eyes, he spoke smoothly and sensually, "I bet…you get really close to each other in this room and he touches you…everywhere." Axel let his breathing become heavy and a hand travel gently down the inside of his slender but muscular thigh. The other hand brushed back his fiery red locks then slipped down to his lithe, tense neck.

Roxas swallowed hard as Axel moaned ever so softly. The breath was catching in Roxas's throat every time he attempted to inhale. There was an odd pull in his loins as he watched the redheaded boy on the bed begin to pump his sensual hips in the air. Xemnas's eyes grew wider and angrier and he ground his teeth as he watched Axel.

Axel moaned again, this time a little bit louder, then bit the side of his bottom lip. "I bet…you…like it," he breathed between thrusts of his narrow hips. Roxas swallowed noisily, trying to keep himself together. He would have been slightly afraid if he weren't so strangely aroused by the sight in front of him.

"And I bet…" Axel added breathlessly, opening one eye slightly and turning halfway to Xemnas with a vicious grin. "You scream out when he touches you just right." Closing his eyes again, he tilted his head back, exposing the skin of his taut alabaster throat, and moaned, "Oh daddy…"

This finally sent Xemnas over the edge. He cried out in anger, and in one swift movement, he was on top of Axel's prone body with his hands gripped firm around his throat.

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking ASSHOLE!" Xemnas was growling like a mad canine. Roxas was immediately next to the two boys on the bed.

"Please stop it Xemnas, he didn't mean it!" Roxas begged. Xemnas was significantly larger in frame than the redhead and if he gripped hard enough, he would crush Axel's throat.

Surprisingly, the death grip around his neck didn't seem to affect Axel in the least. He stared up at Xemnas with a cold, dead expression, but the fire in his eyes hadn't disappeared. He reached between Xemnas's legs and clenched his fingers around what was there. Xemnas sucked in a sharp breath. Axel lifted his other hand and placed it on the back of Xemnas's neck, then pulled the silver-haired boy closer to him until his ear was right next to Axel's lips. "Does he touch you here?" his hoarse voice choked out.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" screamed Xemnas, his wide eyes bloodshot. The grip around Axel's throat tightened until Xemnas's knuckles were white. A small choking noise emitted from Axel's mouth, but there was still a smirk painted on his lips.

"Xemnas!" Roxas shouted tears forming in his eyes at the shocking scene in front of him as he pushed with all his strength on Xemnas's large shoulder. "Please let go of him! You'll kill him!"

Xemnas merely batted him away and continued to keep two hands firmly crushing Axel's trachea.

"You won't get out of this place if he dies because of you!" Roxas cried, making a final attempt to save Axel's life.

This seemed to do the trick. Xemnas's fingers loosened their grip and he slowly climbed off of Axel's slim form. The redhead stood up calmly and faced Xemnas.

"Both of you. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Now," Xemnas seethed between gritted teeth.

Axel wasn't paying attention. Something white sticking out from under the pillow had caught his eye. "Guess you won't get your lovely little antidepressant then," he said, opening the bedroom door and turning to beckon to Roxas. "Come on kid, we're blowin' this freakshow."

As Roxas began to follow Axel out the door, Xemnas snarled in irritation. "Alright, assholes!" He gave in, grabbing one of the tiny porcelain hearts on his nightstand. It had a tiny hole at the top of it and he emptied out the contents into his hand. "Fine, here."

This made Axel slam the door shut again and walk over to place arm around Roxas's shoulders. He grinned slyly at the blonde then watched as Xemnas placed three tiny round blue pills on his bed. Axel motioned for Roxas to do the same with the Prozac. When this was done, Xemnas grabbed the Prozac while Axel scooped up the Valium, and both boys popped the pills in their mouths immediately.

Axel's tongue toyed with the pills in his mouth for a moment before he smiled at Roxas and slipped behind him to dive back onto the bed and lift the pillow.

"No!" Xemnas gasped. "Axel don't! No please! Don't!"

With two fingers, Axel pulled the tissue towards him and it fell open, but Roxas couldn't see what was inside. Axel gagged. "Dios fuckin' mio…"

Roxas looked at Xemnas's mortified expression, but couldn't take the curiosity any longer stepped next to Axel. Buried in the center of the Kleenex was a sticky, used condom. The sight made Roxas gag despite himself.

"I guess that's a trophy from daddy, huh?" Axel joked to Roxas, giggling in between dramatic gags.

"I was trying to throw it away…" Xemnas explained with a shaky voice and tears in his eyes.

He looked away as Axel's gagging echoed through the room.

"Alright, now we're really out of here. I can't take anymore of this sad little situation." Axel stood and helped Roxas to his feet before pulling him by the hand towards the door. "Pleasure doing business with ya, Xemmy ol' pal."

As Axel led Roxas out the door behind him, he could swear he felt the redhead give his palm a quick, but tight squeeze.

That night, Roxas and Demyx sat in their room each busying themselves with their own little activity. Demyx was listening to his iPod and singing silently to himself while flipping through a music magazine. Roxas was doodling and jotting down random thoughts in his journal. He and Demyx had been sitting in silence for quite some time and Roxas had become deeply lost in thought.

"Scribble, scribble, scribble," came a murmured close to his ear. Roxas was so startled he was sure he must have jumped at least a foot off bed when he whipped his head around to see Axel's grinning face in front of his own. "Write anything in there about me yet?"

"Don't do that!" Roxas exclaimed, a faint shot of annoyance straining his voice.

Axel's grin faltered as he cocked his head to one side and gazed at Roxas for a moment. "Okay," he replied simply. He stretched himself out at the bottom of Roxas's bed and propped himself up on his forearms. Roxas closed his journal.

"So how was ther-rapey hell session numero uno with Sexy Vexy?" Axel wondered.

"Real productive. We really bonded. I feel a special connection with him now," Roxas said with disdain as he rolled his eyes.

Axel chuckled. "I like you, squirt. You're funny."

Roxas wasn't sure how to take this from a person who had practically tortured someone earlier in the evening just to get Valium, but he settled for a smile.

"Hey Axel," Demyx spoke, taking his earbuds out of his ears and turning to the other two boys in the room. "Is Xemnas really getting out?"

Both Demyx and Roxas looked to Axel and no one spoke for a few moments. Then Axel sighed. "Yeah, he coughed up the big one."

"But how?! He's completely insane," Roxas exclaimed and Demyx nodded in agreement.

A wry laugh escaped Axel's throat as he lay back on Roxas's bed. "Yeah, well, that's what ther-rape-me's all about. You lie down, you confess your secrets, they get their money, and ca-ching! Out the fucking door you go! The more you confess, the more they think about releasing your crazy ass back into the wild."

Roxas furrowed his eyebrows as he thought for a second. "Well, what if you don't have a secret?"

There was another long silence as a deep look of sadness crossed Axel's face before he answered. "Then you're a lifer like me."

The amount of emptiness and sorrow he heard in Axel's voice broke Roxas's heart a little.

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