No time to chat, have to write more. I don't have any more chapters in cold storage just waiting to be edited. I've gotta get cracking.

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Once again, Roxas woke to a knock at the door. He sat up in the uncomfortable hospital bed and ran his hand through his hair before telling the knocker to come in. He regretted that decision as soon as he saw who was walking through the door. The unexpected visitor came and stood over the bed. Roxas surreptitiously grabbed the call button under his blanket where it wouldn't be noticed.

"How are you feeling, Roxy?" The sincerity in the voice was beyond surprising.

"I'm fine." They stared at each other in silence. "What are you doing here, Riku?"

"I just wanted to see if you were okay? Is that a crime?"

"No," but everything else you did was. Roxas decided to be personable at least, and maybe he'd leave quicker. "I heard you're going to Destiny Islands after graduation."

"Yeah."

"Yeah," Roxas echoed. Please leave.

They stared in another awkward silence. Riku reached forward and Roxas tensed, ready to press the button for a nurse, only to have a strand of hair brushed off his forehead.

"I missed you."

Roxas' eyes widened. "I think you should leave."

And before he knew it rough hands held his face in place and lips crashed down on his. Roxas squealed, and tried to push him off, but with his injured arm he wasn't strong enough to much of anything. "I missed you so much," Riku mumbled desperately against his lips. "I'm sorry. I missed you so fucking much." He tried to push his tongue through Roxas' lips, but a knock at the door caught them. Roxas yanked his head back and gasped.

"Come in!"

Riku jumped away from him as the door opened and Axel came in walking backwards, arms full with a large brown bag.

"Hey, Roxas I brought y- why are you here?" He sneered at Riku.

"I was just leaving. See you later, Roxas."

The blond glared silently and watched him leave. Axel closed the door and brought the bag to Roxas. "What did he want?"

"N-nothing. He just... asked if I was alright." He forced out a chuckle. "Weird, right?"

Axel shrugged. "You're getting out soon," he grinned proudly, "so... I went to your place and got you some stuff to wear. I'm sure you're sick of that hospital gown by now, am I right?"

Roxas smiled appreciatively for a moment until realization hit him. "Wait, what?"

"The hospital gown you're wearing. You're probably tired of it."

"You went to my house?" Roxas' breathing became shallow as the panic set in.

"Rox, calm down, will you?"

"How did you find where I lived?" He choked out.

"Zexion showed me after they brought you here."

"Oh no. Fucking fuck! Oh my god." He buried his face in his hands and pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes.

"Roxas, it's not a big deal."

"Yes it is! I've worked so hard to keep people from finding out, and I told Zex never to tell anyone where I live, and I don't know why the hell I gave him a key and - fuck! - you probably saw my pathetic excuse for a father, and the whole place is a filthy piece of garbage and now everyone will know and things will only get worse! And you - why the hell are you still here? Why would you want to be around me? I'm trailer trash? Why the hell are you here?" Roxas shouted, his chest heaving and eyes beginning to leak.

"Roxas, shut up." Axel said calmly. The blond stared at him ingignantly through his tears "Why did you lie to me? Did you really think that it would matter?" Roxas shrugged childishly. "All this time you've told me how bad it was to keep secrets, but you've been lying to me since we met."

"I guess I can't help it," Roxas spat defensively. "I'm trash."

"No," Axel raised his voice. "Your father is trash." His tone softened. "You should have just told me Rox."

Roxas let the tears fall for a few more seconds while they stared each other down. "Well, it's too late now. You know. So it doesn't matter."

Axel sighed, willing to let it go. "Fine." Then he thought for a moment. "Is there anything else you haven't told me?"

Roxas tensed briefly, but Axel didn't catch it. There was no way he'd tell him about Riku - how he'd been his play thing, had stopped fighting back. Axel would be revolted, there'd be no moving past that. He'd take that to the grave with him. "No. There's nothing else."

Axel grinned and kissed him quickly. "Good."

The time ticked away as Roxas sat before the psychologist for the last time.

"I know this is the last time we're meeting – and you've really said all you have to – but do you mind if I ask you something a bit invasive?"

Roxas tore his gaze away from the clock on the wall to look at her face. "Why not?"

"Have you ever been sexually assaulted?"

In the span of two seconds, Roxas' eyes bulged, he choked on his tongue, went dizzy, and composed himself again. "Why would you even ask someone that?"

"You display certain… mannerisms… symptoms, if you will, of a victim. I'm sorry if I am wrong, I didn't mean to offend you."

Roxas scoffed and returned to staring at the clock. "Well, you're wrong, and I'm offended. Good job." From the way she started scribbling on her notepad, Roxas didn't think she believed him.

"It's her loss, man. You have to keep it moving." He draped his arm over his best friend's shoulder. "You have to move on, man."

"Seifer, I can't. I love her more than anything. We were together for two years." He pressed a hand to his eyes to stop the tears' escape. "I was gonna marry her, man."

Seifer grimaced at the thought of marriage - monogamy was for chickenwusses - and ran his hand over his beanie. "Listen, man. She cheated on you for months. I know it's hard to hear, but it's the truth. Since you're my best friend and all, I'm gonna do you a kindness. How about I let you borrow one of my girls?"

"No, I don't-"

"Olette. Not Fuu, you can't touch Fuu. But Olette, you can borrow her for the whole summer if you want. She's a damn good lay, I taught her everything she knows. I'm telling you Hay, she'll get your mind off everything."

"Seifer, I don't really think-"

"Come on," he said, quickly turning them to the left, setting them walking down a different path. "We'll go to my house, Olette'll meet us there, and she'll show you what she can do." He took out his phone and began texting. "Namine will be a distant memory in no time, my friend."

The feeling of eyes burning into the side of his head woke him.

"Why did you do it, Roxas?"

The bed gave a loud creak as Roxas sat up, drawing the covers tighter around him. He was very thankful, now, that Axel had brought his clothes and he wasn't stuck in that flimsy hospital gown. He stared at the foot of the bed, lips and eyes shut.

"Why?"

He shook his head and brought his knees up to his chest. A hand on his jaw turned his head roughly.

"Why?"

Roxas opened his eyes and glared. "Because of you, you bastard! Are you fucking happy now?" He tore himself out of the iron grip on his chin and glared into aqua orbs.

Riku looked traumatized, as if someone had just murdered his entire family. "Wait, what?"

Roxas' blood was boiling, and being in the security of the hospital gave him the courage he hadn't had before. "What do you mean 'what'? You know what you did, stop acting like you don't know! This is all your fault!"

Riku's eyes flickered. "How is any of this my fault? All I did was love you! I didn't do anything wrong!"

The blond glared at his rapist in disgust. Riku seemed to be having an internal struggle; he was staring down at his twitching fingers, mumbling to himself.

"I didn't – Namine was right – I didn't do anything wrong – I raped – I didn't."

Roxas had had enough. He reached over to grab the call button but a hand caught his first.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Roxas met Riku's eyes for a moment before he lunged for the little remote. There was a mad flailing of arms before Roxas ended up on the floor and Riku was perched on top of him, button in hand, hovering just out of Roxas' reach.

"Why are you here? Why the fuck can't you leave me alone?"

Riku leaned over the blond, staring in his face. "I want you, is it so hard to understand?" His gaze flickered to the blond's lips as if he wanted to claim them; his eyes lingered there for too long and then flashed in anger. "Who touched you?"

Roxas tensed. "No one." He watched as a fist reared back to swing.

Riku seemed to remember where he was and, with effort, put his hand back on the ground. He stared into Roxas' eyes for an uncomfortably long time. "You've been with Sinclair, haven't you?" He backed off of the blond and sat on his knees.

Roxas jumped to his feet and hopped over to the other side of the bed, thankful he didn't have to IV in his arm anymore to constrict his movement. He put his hand on the doorknob and turned, but it didn't move. "Bastard," he mumbled as he unlocked the door and pulled it open before turning around.

"Get out."

Riku approached the blond slowly. "I wish you'd respect the way I feel about you. How could you do that to me?"

"Get out."

"I'll come back to see you, okay?"

Riku walked out. "Hey Riku!" Roxas called out. He had just made it to the elevator when Roxas' voice stopped him. "Don't."

Riku turned around and frowned as he backed into the elevator. They stared at each other as the doors closed; Roxas turned away when he saw Riku's jaw clench. He was angry now. Great.

Roxas was reluctantly sitting in a wheelchair with a nameless attendant gripping the handles behind him. Axel was standing beside him, holding his hand, and Dr. Hartifay was standing before him.

"Do I have to sit in this thing?" Roxas deadpanned for the twelfth time in the past five minutes.

The doctor chuckled. "Sorry, it's procedure." He turned to Axel. "You'll be driving him home?" Axel nodded affirmatively. "Okay then. Well, although I wish the circumstances were better," at this he glared disapprovingly at the blond, "it was great to meet you Roxas. And you've got a good friend here. Remember that." Axel squeezed his hand and the left the room.

In the parking lot, Roxas stood up and rolled his eyes at the man pushing the wheelchair, muttering a sarcastic 'thanks' and waving him off. The man wasn't phased, as this was probably the reaction he always received, and smiled before leaving with the chair. Roxas opened the door and climbed in his seat as Axel hopped into his.

"I'm not taking you to your house, Roxas." He announced as he pulled onto the main street.

"You're not?"

"No. You're coming home with me. I took a bunch of stuff from your place, so I think you'll be set."

"But what about my dad?"

Axel snorted. "What about him, Rox? We've both got no good fathers. I know it, and it's time you came to terms with it too."

"He's not that bad," Roxas murmured almost inaudibly.

"He didn't come to see you once while you were in that coma. Not once. He never even called to check on you. He didn't care if you lived or died, Roxas." He waited for Roxas to respond, and hoped the truth hadn't been too harsh. "You alright?"

"Just take me to your place."

After Roxas was showered with kisses from Axel's mom, he and Axel settled in the redhead's bedroom. Roxas plopped down on the bed and looked around the room he hadn't seen in months. He remembered that the walls had been completely empty, save for the picture of Axel and his mom. They were the same now, except for the two new pictures taped over the bed - one of Axel and Roxas, the other of Axel and Namine. Roxas glared at the latter. The shelves were all empty, and half-filled boxes were scattered around haphazardly. Axel noticed Roxas' foul look and quickly ripped down the photo of him in his ex.

"Sorry, I uh, forgot it was there." He chuckled and ruffled his hair as he tossed the picture towards the trash and missed. Roxas watched it flutter to the ground.

"What's with all the boxes?"

"Well, I'm gonna live on campus next year, and my mom could use the space, so I'm moving most of my stuff into the attic."

Roxas couldn't help being annoyed at Axel's complete lack of planning. Why did Axel bring Roxas to stay here if he was leaving in a few months? "Oh. When do you leave?"

Axel walked over and flopped down on the bed next to the blond. "End of August."

Roxas fell back so he was lying next to Axel and intertwined their fingers. "Looks like we've got one more summer."

They turned their heads to look at each other. Axel leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to the boy's lips. "Yeah. One more summer."

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