For real I am crazy on top of shit! While my real life might be crumbling, my stories are thriving! You lucky beneficiaries of said stress. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy the intense drama that I am building up slowly, slowly..

Reno only stood at the door, the sound of the slam still reverberating back at him. He was in shock, he thought he might shatter, fall into pieces right at the entryway of the apartment. What the hell just happened? He was at work and then he came home and they were kissing. His brothers boyfriend and his roommate, who he had forever thought to be straight, were making out. What the fuck just happened?

"What the fuck just happened?" He managed to utter, his voice soft and high, almost cracking. "What the fuck?" He yelped and then it snapped. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was broken now. "What the fuck are you thinking? What did you just do?" Zack sighed gently as he stood, arching his back, pointing his chin to the ceiling, stretching his neck up. He grabbed his jacket, slipped it on and looked out the bay window. "Where are you going?"

"You're asking so many questions Reno," the redheads jaw dropped as he watched his roommate walk towards him and lay his hand on the doorknob. "You never ask questions, so why now?"

"You were making out with my brothers boyfriend jackass!"

"Not his boyfriend, that's Roxas." He said as he whipped the door open and pointed down the hallway, but the kid was long gone. "That's a fucking kid. A kid who doesn't want a boyfriend, who doesn't wanna date your goddamn brother. And besides, if it was serious, you're a pretty shitty brother for fucking him on the down low."

"Fuck off! That was months ago! Before I even knew-"

"Doesn't fucking matter anyways. That is Roxas. Not your brothers boyfriend, not your boyfriend, not anyones boyfriend. And the sooner Axel realizes that, maybe it's for the better. I did him a favor, alright?"

"So what? You gonna tell him?" Reno asked as he scowled, grimacing when Zack stepped out into the hall. The elevator dinged happily, grabbing the attention of the two men who stood in the doorway, both faces turned down the hall now. A red head to match the other emerged with a grin, until he saw the other two, glowering and avoiding eye contact.

"What's up with you two?" Axel asked as he walked towards them, his brow raised in curiosity. "Are you heading out Zack?"

"Yeah, I have work." He said with a glance at the guest then back at the floor as he shuffled into the elevator, shaking his head at Reno as the doors shut on him.

"What's up with him?" He aimed his thumb back at the elevator as he walked into the apartment, sinking down into the sofa. "Hey, where's Roxas?" He looked at his brother and Reno felt like falling apart again. How the hell was he supposed to tell Axel what he had seen? How the hell was he supposed to break news like that? There was no good way for this to go. Axel, the kid's a skank like he always was. Roxas is a whore. He's a slut. None of that would work, it would only make him feel worse, but this wasn't really about him. He hated when it wasn't about him.

"He uh...he said he had to go.."

"Oh, weird. We were supposed to meet here but I guess he had some other plans?"

"I guess," Reno finally left the entrance and joined his twin on the couch.

"Did you and Zack get in a fight?" His brother wouldn't meet his gaze. "Trouble in paradise?" He asked with a smirk, nudging his brother's rib cage playfully but nothing. No protests, no eye roll, no smack. "Seriously, what's wrong? You're freaking me out with all your quietness. It's...creepy."

"Axel, I have to tell you something,"

"I'm all ears," he said as he clicked the remote, beginning to fuck around with the channel. Reno rolled his eyes and snatched the technology away from him, throwing it across the room as he stood. "What the fuck Reno?"

"Axel! Fucking listen to me for a minute!"

"What is wrong? I asked you what the problem is and you didn't talk so I figured you didn't wanna talk!" Axel argued as he threw his arms up in frustration. "What the fuck do you want from me?"

"Roxas is cheating on you!"

"What?" He was honestly and completely taken aback. He shouldn't have been, he knew that. But for some reason once the words were out there, once his thoughts and curiosities were affirmed, he felt ill. Axel knew it would happen eventually, he had been anxiously yet nauseatingly awaiting the day it came out into the open; but there was always the voice in the back of his head. He's changing, he loves you, he's not gonna sleep with anybody else. Apparently that voice was wrong. "What?" It was all he could muster at this point.

"I mean he's-I don't know if he has been but-I walked in and he and Zack-"

"Zack? Fucking Zack? The guy who you've been fucking claiming straight for three years was fucking him?"

"No! No no! They weren't-they were just like making out! I dunno it was real high school shit you know? But I got home and they were and I didn't know what to do! I'm sorry! But I had to tell you!"

"Why did you have to tell me?"

"What?" Reno was fucking lost. Did he not want to know? Maybe it was too obvious, maybe this was all too cliche for him. "What the hell else was I supposed to do?" He asked, desperation hanging off every word. He didn't know what to do anymore. If it was him, he would wanna know. Wouldn't he? Maybe not. If he could have avoided the pain of seeing Zack on that couch with Roxas, fuck yeah he would've avoided it. He would've steered clear of that shit like the fucking plague. Maybe he did something wrong. Son of a bitch.

"This is fucking karma." Axel groaned and stood up, too nervous and antsy to sit at this point in the conversation. "This is because I cheated on Demyx, this is-"

"Don't."

"What?"

"Don't do this. Because if you drag Dem into this I'm just...I'm just gonna lose it."

"Reno, this-"

"No. Because if karma was out to get you, you'd fall desperately in love with someone then have them fuck a chick on your back after you were paralyzed in a motorcycle accident." Axel's eyes went wide as he stared at his obviously infuriated brother. "This isn't fucking karma Axel, this is just Roxas being Roxas."

"But-"

"I don't wanna hear it anyways. This may seem harsh but get the fuck over it. This is how it is, how it's always gonna be with him." Axel huffed as he stared at his twin, like looking in a frustrating mirror. He walked casually to the door, staring out into the hallway.

"Fine, maybe Zack will go back to playing straight now to keep you the fuck away." He muttered before leaving, gently shutting the door behind him.

~0~

"You're home!" His mother was unusually giddy as he walked through the door. He watched her with arched brow as she beamed at him. "Where've you been?"

"Out, what the hell are you so smiley about?"

"I have news."

"What kind of news?"

"Fabulous news! I can quit my second job! I'm getting a promotion."

"Seriously?"

"Yes! Finally, finally after years, they're making me an actual associate instead of a receptionist."

"So no more stripping huh?"

"Roxas," Yuna said firmly, watching her son walk into the kitchen to trifle in the fridge. "Don't say it like that, I did what I had to to get by, for us to get by."

"Whatever. So is it because you're sleeping with that guy? The one with the white hair? He's been here a couple times."

"That is not the reason I was promoted, it's because I'm an incredibly hard worker." Roxas scoffed as he leaned against the counter, staring cynically at his mother. "And Xemnas runs the club anyways. He had no influence over this promotion."

"Congratulations, you're climbing the corporate ladder all on your own."

"Thank you," She grinned as she joined her son in the kitchen. "Do you want to go out to eat? To celebrate?" The boy rolled his eyes and walked into the living room, unwilling to even stand next to his mother. "We haven't gone out to eat in a long time, it'll be nice." She said, filled with hope, her elbows pressed against the counter where Roxas stood prior. "Remember when you were little and we used to go get Chinese all the time? You and me and your dad would-"

"God would you shut up!" He screamed and threw his fists down. Yuna frowned and immediately regretted bringing it up.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to-"

"Stop fucking talking. Just stop." He growled as he glared at her.

"Roxas, I know you're upset but there's-"

"STOP TALKING!" He screeched as he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling as if he was about to burst. She did not know when to just quit and it was maddening. "This is why he left! You know that! So learn to shut up because this is why your husband fucking left you! That's why we got stuck in this shitty apartment! That's how everything turned out so fucking badly!" He continued screaming, eventually finishing with the slam of his door. The kid tried to focus on his breathing, inhale, exhale. Breathing deeply to try and forget about it, but it was too late. He was stuck thinking about it. He could see his father walking away, as if it was right in front of him.

"Daddy?"

"Roxas, go back to bed." His mother instructed. Her arms crossed against her chest, her eyes red and swollen, her face wet from tears.

"I'm not tired!" He whined.

"I said go to bed!" She screamed. She never screamed. He stood at the doorway of the kitchen in their small but comfortable two bedroom house in a perfectly pleasant suburb. They had the front yard with the fence and everything. It was cozy, another word for small, but it was nice.

"Don't fucking yell at him. That's not gonna help."

"You have no room to talk." The man who stood in the front door, clutching the handle of a suitcase, looked over his shoulder to stare at the horror stricken face of his four year old child. His young, blue eyes could see the headlights of a car pulling into their driveway. "Get the fuck out." The man looked over his shoulder one last time before walking out, quietly shutting the door behind him. He could hear the sound of a purring engine slowly fade. "Go to bed sweetie..." Yuna said, obviously exhausted, as she walked past him, softly running her hand over the top of his head. Other children would have run out of the house, screaming for their father. Other children would have started sobbing, collapsing to the floor. Other children would have clung to their mother, feeling abandoned. But Roxas was none of these children. He quietly walked back into his room, sat on his bed staring at the wall, learning the meaning of a new word.

"Fuck him."

So bam. A root for Roxas' problem/s. At least part of the reason. Give this chapter some love to let me know you liked it :) And I guess if you didn't like it, lemme know that too. I never seem to get anything negative, but I guess that's a good thing right?