Okay, finished up the sex chapter, did a drive by on addiction and took a test….since most everyone already learned about addiction in high school, there isn't much purpose in putting it in here. Besides, this is supposed to be my study guide and I already took the test on it. We are now on dissociative disorders and cognitive disorders.

Roxas sat next to Axel at dinner, still very distracted. Axel had just kissed him and was now acting as though nothing had happened. Roxas's head was still swimming, sure he had almost asked Axel to kiss him, but he didn't actually expect him to. After dinner, Axel pulled him aside into the library.

"Hey, Roxas, I know that you are supposed to talk about things like this during your therapy sessions with Dr Leon, but please don't. I don't want to get in trouble and I don't want you to get in trouble. If you feel uncomfortable about it, I wont do it again, I swear." Axel pleaded, acting like he had just don't the most stupid thing in the world

"Um, Axel, I don't have therapy with anyone." Roxas muttered, looking at him as though he were insane.

"No, everyone here has therapy daily, its one of the rules, what do you mean you don't have it?" Axel snapped back to his normal confident self.

"I've been here over a week, I haven't had anything." Roxas answered honestly.

"So Dr. Leon just decided to skip out of his job, great! You wait here, I'm going to go have a little chat with him, that asshole!" Axel stormed out of there, leaving Roxas standing in the library looking very confused. Roxas just sighed though, there was no stopping Axel sometimes, even Dr. Glen had admitted to that.

Roxas just sank down into a comfortable chair, trying to get his thoughts under control. He thought long and hard, trying to remember any visits. He had a strange feeling that he had met with Dr. Leon several times, he could remember him walking into the room, but he couldn't remember actually going into his office. He remembered Dr. Leon walking into his room and the next thing he knew, he was sitting there all by himself, it was like someone hit fast forward on his life.

He shook his head, trying to shake out the thoughts. Someone hit fast forward, it sounded insane. The simple fact of the matter was that he was thinking about it too much. He had to figure out something better to do or else he would go insane.

Roxas stood up and left the library in search of someone to talk to other than Axel or Demyx. They were both good people to talk to, but not at that moment. He looked out the window and saw a man sitting there with a thick coat on. Roxas couldn't recognize him by only the back of his head. Roxas grabbed his coat to join him.

As he opened the door, Roxas was surprised when the man didn't even look his way. He just sat there, looking straight forward. Now that he could see him better, he realized who it was. It was Xigbar, he wasn't the most friendly, but he was far from mean. He had a good sense of humor, even if he was a little rough on the edges.

"Hey, Roxy!" Xigbar said as Roxas sat down.

"Hey," Roxas muttered, not sure how to start up a conversation with him. His mind wandered some as he thought of different things to talk about.

"Axel went storming past here a while ago if you are looking for him." Xigbar muttered, his hand reaching up to touch his eye patch. "Did you know that I have no idea how this happened?"

"Huh?" Roxas's attention snapped back to reality.

"I know that I was in a car accident, a lot of people have told me that. I've seen pictures of the car, I even read the article of the newspaper, but I can't remember anything." Xigbar tried to laugh but failed, "I can tell you almost anything about the accident from what I've read and been told, but I don't remember a single thing about it on my own."

"Why not?" Roxas was worried about asking, but Xigbar was the one who brought it up.

"I don't know. The medical doctors thought that it was some cognitive thing, that I had a concussion and that is why I don't remember it. They sent me here when I recovered because they realized that I didn't hurt my head at all. Now they say it's a dissociate thing! Dissociative Amnesia. Ever heard of that?"

"No," Roxas admitted.

"Its when whatever happened was so traumatic that you don't want to remember it, so it gets blocked. You can't remember it because you can't handle it. I found out why I can't remember it today." Xigbar took a deep breath, "There was one part that the articles left out. There was a little girl in the other car, only three years old. She survived the crash, but not by much. She is laying in a hospital bed right now, probably isn't even awake, she might not ever wake up. Even if she is still alive, I took away her life."

Roxas sat there, staring down at the ground. Xigbar looked over and noticed.

"Aww, come on, don't get all depressed about it." Xigbar forced a chuckle as he threw and arm around Roxas's shoulders, "I'm the one who has to feel bad about it, not you. I'm keeping in touch with the family, even if I don't remember what happened. They claim that there are no hard feelings, one of them claims that the crash was their fault, but the newspapers don't say and I don't remember, they might just feel guilty or something."

"What will happen when you do remember?" Roxas asked, thinking back to the fact that he couldn't remember the sessions with Dr. Leon.

"I don't know. I guess that depends on if I do remember. That's what the doctors are workin' on, but I don't think it will happen."

"I have to go," Roxas muttered, standing up and heading towards the door, "It was nice talking to you."

"Anytime," Xigbar muttered without looking at him, "Maybe next time I'll have more information for you."

Roxas nodded and stepped inside the house. As the door closed he sighed deeply, glad to be away from Xigbar. It wasn't that he felt uncomfortable around him, he just didn't know what he could say to try to comfort a man in his situation. Not only that, but he had his own problems to deal with. What Xigbar had said did make him think more about the fact that he couldn't remember anything that had happened during his therapy, if he had actually had therapy.

As he moved through the halls, he heard Axel's voice coming from one of the doorways. Unable to exist, he poked his head in and looked around the room. Dr Leon was sitting in a chair, a look of discomfort on his face as Axel glared at him.

"Answer the damn question." Axel growled, "Why haven't you been treating him?"

"I have been offering therapy to him every day." Dr Leon responded, not getting riled up.

"Axel," Roxas said quietly, snapping everyone's attention to him, "Can I…talk to you for a moment."

Axel looked torn. While he wanted to go with Roxas, he was in the middle of a good rant. He looked back and forth between them before angrily turning and heading towards the door. Once he stepped outside, Roxas closed the door before Axel had the chance to slam it. Axel led the way, taking Roxas to his room.

"I know that the rules say that you aren't supposed to be in here, but they wont find out." He said as he opened the door and motioned for Roxas to enter.

It was a nice room, but not in the way that all of the other rooms in the house were nice. The other rooms reminded Roxas of a movie set or a picture from a magazine. They were nice but they didn't feel like anyone actually lived there. This place felt like home. There were pictures stuck to the wall with tape, snap shots of Axel with what appeared to be his family. A stack of CDs sat on the dresser next to a CD player. Dust gathered on all but the top three. Most of the clothes had found their way to the closet or the drawers but some had gotten lost and were sitting at the foot of his bed. In all respects, it was a teenage bedroom.

"What did you want?" Axel asked, flopping down on the bed and motioning for Roxas to come as well.

"I was talking to Xigbar. . ." Roxas started, sitting down on the corner and making himself comfortable. He explained what had happened, focusing on how the idea was similar.

"So you think that you had therapy, you just don't remember it. I guess if it were traumatic enough you wouldn't remember it. It sounds possible, but I don't really remember learning anything about dissociative amnesia, I'll have to find a book on it or something." Axel sat up, suddenly closer to Roxas, "In the meantime. . ."

Everything in Roxas's logical mind was telling him that it would be a bad idea to let Axel kiss him again, especially considering their location. But there was some other part that was telling him that he was doing the right thing. As soon as their lips met, that little bit of logic that screamed against it faded away. It felt natural, perfect, like this was the way that it was meant to be.

When the broke apart to breath, Roxas leaned forwards, kissing Axel again. Both of their heartbeats sped up as the touched. Axel reached up, carefully cupping Roxas's cheek. As the separated the second time Axel smiled softly.

"I've waited so long for that." Axel whispered to him.

"For what? Don't tell me that was your firs kiss." Roxas tried to sound tough, but he felt like he was ready to break out in song.

"No, not my first kiss. Didn't you feel it though, it was like something just fit together."

"Yeah, I did feel that," Roxas smiled, moving closer.

"We have to keep this a secret. If anyone finds out they can separate us." Axel warned quietly as he put his arms around Roxas's waist. "Remember, you can't tell anyone."

I'm sorry that this chapter is A: a week late, and B: a little short. All of my college projects seemed to be due this week plus my mice both got really sick. The good news is that all the projects are handed in, finals are week after next, and the mice are getting better. The bad news is that the main point of this fanfic was to be a study guide. Soon I will no longer have any studies to be guided. There will probably be two more chapters after this and that is it. (The next one is either going to be on eating disorders or sleep disorders depending on which one we study. I'm hoping for sleep disorders because I've learned about eating disorders more than enough times since middle school, but if it does come down to eating disorders, I do have something pretty cool planned!) I had hoped to develop their relationship more, but I guess I wont get too much longer to do that.