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Pooka: Now, for the rest of the story... (I've always wanted to say that! -teehee-)

Fallen: Pooka...did you just...no. Did you just make a joke? -dies from shock and falls off table-

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WARNING: Erm...A new couple and a half. YES! A new couple and hints at another...new or old you'll find out. Language, yaoi, drinking and partying. And drug use. And self-harm. That's all now in the description of my lovely little fanfic. Yeah.

BORDER!--------

The grass was almost dead around the doors to the boys' dorm, either from lack of sun or the trampling of teens as they sat and talked, or smoked...Whatever. Three boys stood there now, one with his back against the white-painted brick, looking nervous and holding a plastic grocery bag, another shouting and waving his hands frantically, and the third just standing behind the shouting one, alternating between giggling, staring at the clouds, or...something unable to be seen from this view.

Roxas raised an eyebrow at Riku, the silverette had managed to track him down and corner him, and was currently pestering him to listen. The blonde honestly tried to, but the brunette behind Riku kept pulling faces and placing 'bunny ears' behind his boyfriend's head. At this exact moment Sora was holding his nose in a way that made it look like a pig nose; damn him, Roxas always laughed at that, he felt it building in his chest and he coughed to hide it, or would have if he hadn't already giggled in the most unmanly way.

"Roxas! Fucking listen for once! D'you want to know or not?" Turquoise eyes narrowed in annoyance and irritability, silver hair almost on end. Waving hands hit Sora's face, which had been almost sitting on Riku's shoulder. At the sudden and somewhat girly yelp, the silver haired boy swirled around. "Shit, Sora! I'm sorry!"

"...You can pay me back for it..." Sora stuck out his tongue, at first like a little kid but that quickly faded as he licked Riku's cheek, sending the boy into a shocked state.

The blonde saw this opportunity and took it.

"S-Sora..." There was a muffled thump and the blonde scurried off, not wanting to watch his cousin and that guy make out...no...wait...Did he want to turn around? Nope. As soon as he rounded the corner, he put on a burst of speed that didn't carry him far. His low-top converse slapped the concrete floors when he made it to the first floor of the dorm. Elevator? No...stairs. They took more time, but he could avoid the couple if they came after him.

Torn, black and grey checkered converse skidded on the floor as the sophomore turned sharply. His balance was threatened and he almost topple over, but he heard the clicked of the damn glass doors and righted himself before taking off, up the tiled steps. Five steps, turn right, five steps, second floor door. Freshmen. Five steps, turn right, five steps, third floor, sophomores. (A/N: take in mind, these are slightly larger steps, and these are the number of steps floor-to-floor in the last library I was in.)

The eerily empty hallway seemed to stretch before him after he pushed his way through the door. Blue eyes flicked around somewhat nervously, and he about jumped out of his skin when a door opened to the left.

"...Roxas...?" The voice was sleep-slurred, but still bored and icy. The mussed hair revealed only a little more face than it usually did, only one eye was still visible. The trademark black long-sleeved shirt had its sleeves rolled up, but were almost immediately yanked down, yet the cuts and old scars had been glimpsed by the sharp, awake eyes. He doesn't...the cuts...he does! Aw, man, I have to deal with this again?

"God's Sake, Zexion, it's almost noon, Saturday. Don't you have anything better to do than sleep in?"

He caught the boy's violet-blue eyes flick into the room. "Zexiiiiiiie..." The emo's face softened as the blonde's face flushed. His mind was already working on several reasons Demyx's bubbly voice was hoarse and exhausted-sounded.

"Could you please not make so much noise, Roxas? We could hear you on the stairs." There was another call from inside the room, this one was more awake, but more of pleading whine. Zexion blushed and turned his face away, towards the room, over his shoulder.

"Nevermind...I don't want to know." His voice cracked considerably. "I don't want to know." With that the blonde walked briskly past the door as Zexion pulled his head back inside and the door closed softly.

The door to room 813 swung open as he walked in, throwing the bag with the hair gel on his bed. It had slipped his mind until now how his hair lay flat on his head, an odd feeling as he thought about it.

"Hey Ax-" He turned to see the bed across the room unmade, of course, but no sign of the red-head; his distinct red converse didn't lay abandoned on the floor, so the older male must of been out. Wonder where he went.

IamSOsickoftheseLINES!

Previously mentioned red-head stood in the hall of yellowing paint, once white, and stared at the windowless, white painted metal door he faced. Why had he suddenly been so hesitant today, was it because he hadn't come here in months? His hand rested on the door-handle, which eventually was pushed down and he entered.

The tell-tale hospital scent was still there, as strong as the day he first set foot in a hospital, whether a hospital for the physical pain, or this one, for the emotional, mental pain.

In the corner, on a chair, sat the object of his visit. Blonde hair was still cut to her shoulders, gravity-defying bangs still slicked back into the trade-mark antennas. her clothes, a white tank and plain blue jeans, were rumpled, implying she had slept in them last night. Her feet were bare, the institute insisting self-harm could be done with socks, shoes...slippers. At least the 'sock' thing made sense to Axel. Upon hearing footsteps, Larxene turned around, her once lightening-filled blue eyes dulled with grief and the insanity she had only come to know being trapped within these walls.

"Axel!" Said man grinned slightly, though it was a painful smile, a pain of emotional grief that had suddenly set upon him. "It's about fucking time you visited!"

He laughed, making her sad eyes spark faintly, still incomparable to her old lightening gaze. "Same old Larxy-baby. How's it hangin', Larx?"

"They may let me out of here in another year...or three. I didn't do it, Ax. I didn't." Her voice, which used to be so lively as well and bitter, was now only soft and mocking, but her sentence ended in a tone that told of a mental struggle.

"I know." His firm voice had helped her compose herself as she faced away from the window by the corner, a barred window, and he sat upon the only other item in the room, her bed. "Jesus, don't they ever let you do anything in here besides sit? You look way to pale and thin to be healthy."

"How's school this year? Zex, Dem and Lux? How's Na-" Her voice cracked. "How's...everyone?"

"Everyone is fine." he stressed 'everyone' so Larxene could grasp the thought that he knew who she meant to say before she shied out. "Lux graduated...last year. I should have visited more but problems..." He growled low in his throat. "Damn problems became..." He searched for the word.

"Intolerable?"

"Yeah. And don't think you're getting out of my healthy lecture. You just need a good conversation first." He paused and closed his emerald eyes to just listen to her chuckle. It was the closest thing to laughter he could ever get out of her for the past...God, four years? "School...Well the first three weeks have been a total, complete bitch."

There was a soft sigh followed by her voice, a little louder and a lot more mocking. "Well that just tells me everything, huh? New roomie this year, right? You said in a letter Dem was rooming with our emo this year."

"Oh God. Roxas Strife." Her eyes narrowed, but that didn't hide the surprise hidden there. "Cloud's brother. Blonde hair, blue eyed. Gels his hair...And he's gay."

"Literally, gay?" He nodded. "Nam told me about him. Twins." The red-head started slightly, partly at the pain in her voice, partly because...Twins? Well, shit!

"Oh double fuck, then! Yeah...I can't ever get anything good, can I?" Larxene shook her head, chuckling. Twice in one visit, this was going well.

"So have you told him?

"NO! No. And I can't..." His pained voice almost matched the pain in Larxene's voice when she spoke of Namine.

"You go for blue-eyed blondes, don't you?" The red-head stiffened. "Axel, c'mon. Me, for one-" She did a fake, girly grin, "That tiny crush you had on Nam in middle school counts. And Dem-"

"No. Nonono..." Axel shook his head violently, his pony tail only now being noticed by the antennaed blonde. "I'm not like that anymore...You know what happened."

Larxene said nothing but turned away from him, placing an elbow against the tiny windowsill and propping her head up on her hand. But Axel was more hurt by her next words than this action.

"You should be in here, not me." She suddenly whipped around in her hair, standing unsteadily. When he stood abruptly, ready to rush over, she glared at him. Her voice was bitter and harsh, the lightening she once had was shadowed, layered underneath her hiss. "Look at this!" Her forearms were facing up, had she not been so short they would have been in his face. "Look at what he did to me!" Her arms were scarred multiple times, raised, pink scars. "Look, look at what he did to me."

"Larxene Sinoa Jeffersin. I know what he did to you and it broke my goddamn heart." His voice was bitter, and he grabbed her wrists. "Have you been doing anything to make these worse? They look freshly healed from something..." He felt her tug feebly, trying to break away. He tugged back, and caught her shoulders when she stumbled forward. "Larxene. You're my best friend and I want you out of here so I don't have to drive all this fucking way to visit said best friend. Don't try to hurt yourself even more. He started this, not you." His kissed her forehead and let go of her wrists.

The blonde blinked dumbly, then snapped her head up from her gaze at the floor, her eyes filled with determination for the first time in a long time. She stood on her tiptoes and softly touched her plump lips to Axel's, but in a split second she had turned away, and had settled back in her plastic chair.

An hour and a half later, Axel had to leave, but he was still in the same daze he had been and hour and a half ago. His lecture on her health and eating habits had not been spoken this time. He figured she knew it by heart now...or it had slipped his mind completely.

Give me a B! B! Give me an O! O! I'm too lazy...BORDER!

The alarm clock on the blonde's dresser read 5:47 when the red-head walked in. He had become lazy and unplugged his clock, waking to Roxas's super-load radio alarm. At least the blonde knew good music. He walked around the dividing wall to grab something, anything, from the fridge, and saw Roxas staring in the mirror that hung on the wall adjacent to the dividing wall, lazily lining his eyes with black eyeliner. Axel's stomach fell to his feet (metaphorically speaking, of course) as he reached for a Coke in the back of the minifridge.

"Hey." Roxas greeted, blinking once before starting on the other eye. "Where were you? You were gone for a while." Over six hours, he added in his mind.

"Out." Axel popped the can and sipped the fizz. "What's with you? Got a date?" He mentally smacked himself. The back of his mind screamed that Roxas had a boyfriend from back wherever he came from. Twiddle Town? Twilight Town? That sounded right.

"Yes!" Roxas turned from the mirror, but he missed the green-eyed, shock-faced roommate who gaped before slamming his mouth shut. "Leon came to visit for a night! Double date with Riku and Sora. We're going clubbing." At the red-head's raised brow, he continued. "Fake IDs-we can go anywhere."

The blonde's roommate strode over and mussed his spikes, the gel hadn't stiffened, it was still wet with the gloop. (Haha, gloop!)

"Nnnyah!" Roxas turned to the mirror and started to steadily respike his hair. "What the fuck, Axel? Seriously."

"Couldn't resist, blondie." Roxas scowled at the nickname but continued with his hair. Axel studied his clothes. The blonde wore a black tank with a light blue design on the front, squiggling lines surrounding something that looked like two fancy crossed keys, one light, the other dark. His straight leg jeans were tight, Axel shied his eyes down to his shoes, the black and grey checkered converse, lowtops, he had seen Roxas wear often. "You never get this dressed up for school."

"Hmm." He now took a studded shocker and buckled it on his neck, the buckle much like that of a belt buckle. "Guess not." He proceeded to walk to his dresser, taking out a single white leather belt, studded with silver squares. He didn't place it through his belt-loops but instead slung it across his hips, hanging slanted. "But if you dress up all the time, it takes away the fun."

Axel merely nodded and turned away after Roxas buckled a studded black bracelet on his left wrist, and slipped a black fingerless glove on his right.

"Aw, c'mon. Tell me how sexy I look. I know I do." He did a little turn like a runway model when the red-head glanced his way.

Raising an eyebrow for the second time since he arrived home, Axel replied. "You look terribly sexy."

Roxas failed to notice his tone until he thought about it in Riku's car. Had he sounded serious? The blonde passed it off as the red-head being a good actor. He knew he wasn't naive.

BORDERLINE! YAAAY!

The steady beat of dance music was heard-and felt-in the parking lot as the trio piled out of the car. Roxas's eyes immediately lit up. The clock in the car had read 6:23 when they had parked, with a couple of minutes waiting for Sora to fix his spikes to look like one of Gackt's former hairstyles (which Riku immediately fixed to his normal spikes) it must of been around six-thirty. Leon wouldn't show up until seven or seven-thirty...at least that's what Roxas read in that text message.

Riku and Sora had their arms wrapped around each others' waists and quickly pecked each other on the lips before walking hand in hand, fingers laced, to where Roxas waited impatiently, tapping his foot.

"Roxy, Roxy. Calm down. Us rushing won't bring him faster." Sora received a glare for his words. "Well." He scoffed.

Riku placed his other hand under Sora's chin and gently tilted his head upwards for a kiss, but only got a peck on the cheek. "Sorrrra." he purred, "Just one?"

"Eh...maybe later." Roxas gagged. He didn't need to hear this...but then again Sora put up with him and Leon when he came to visit for that week with Kairi...It was then he caught the disgruntled look on the silverette's face, such like the one found on Sora when you took away his Loveless mangas, which was quite a sight to see in the first place.

The music grew steadily louder when they stood outside the club's door. "Let's go already!" Roxas was irritated now, every couple seconds Riku and Sora stopped just to kiss lightly a couple times. He would of thought it romantic if it had been him and Leon, but seeing as it was his best friend at this school and his cousin...not so much. Cheesy...his mind repeated.

"Hey! What are you guys doing here? We came here to get away from you for a night!" Olette waved frantically, excited. Behind her the blonde glimpsed Kairi and his own twin, Namine.

"Came here to get away from us and yet you look thrilled to see us. C'mon, 'Lette. Spill." Riku spoke before Roxas found his voice. Silently the boy thanked the silverette for his sarcasm, the retort was something Roxas wished desperately he could think of. He never thought of those smart remarks until later...well sometimes he thought of them...but they always sounded better inside his mind.

"We did come to get away..." Namine had come out from behind Kairi, donning her 'shy' voice. Roxas noticed her hand gripping onto Olette's tightly. His mind registered this without too much shock. He always figured Olette had a thing with Pence. "..I mean, you boys can just get so...Urgh! Honestly, how do you put up with each other?"

"We should be asking you that." Roxas retorted. Hey look, his voice was back, and with a snappy retort if he did say so himself.

He reply was a shrug and he mentally pictured himself burning Nam's collection of beanie babies...Well. That was an unexpected thought.

"You coming or what, retard?" He glanced up, snapping back to reality with a speed that would of sounded like a whip-crack if any sound issued at all. Riku stood facing him, but Sora had been the one to call to him, over his shoulder as he made his way into the bustling building.

Sighing, he made his way into the crowd, flashing his 'adult' ID to the person at the bar.

"You look young." The man behind the counter had an eyepatch and black hair, streaked with gray, pulled back in a pony tail.

"Yeah. I know." He shot the man a death glare reserved for these 'tenders who questioned his age. "Can I just get a...I dunno. Peach and lime daiquiri."

"Sissy drink." Roxas glanced to the silverette beside him, holding two beer bottles, one of which was quickly taken by his boyfriend, who twirled away into the dancing, moving crowd.

"Sophisticated drink." Roxas snapped back angrily. He just wanted Leon here, dammit!

"Phosisticated?" Sora giggled. "C'mon, Ri-Ri! I wanna dance!"

"Where did you com from? You just left...just now!" Kairi spoke from her seat beside Roxas, Namine was off somewhere, most likely on the dance floor with Olette.

"Your mom." Sora giggled madly at this, and snorted twice. Apparently he was unable to remain the slightest bit sober after only a couple sips of beer. He couldn't hold his liquor, huh? Hmm...

"Dressed for success?" The voice sounded behind the lot, and Roxas whirled about quickly, eyes clamping on the owner of the voice with a level of glee that went off the charts. His heart leapt to this throat as he gazed upon the worn leather jacket over the white tank, the jeans, harley boots, and three crossed belts. His mind skipped the accessories and went to the face, framed by long-ish brown hair. His eyes traced the familiar scar...

"What? No hello? Gee, here I thought you loved me."

"Leon!" The next sight was a blonde hanging from the brown-haired man's neck, just smiling. As his feet touched the floor, slipping on the one converse that had slipped off, Roxas just stared up at his boyfriend.

"Sir! Your daiquiri?" The eye-patched man behind the counter stared for a moment, eyes narrowed. "Leon, right? Friend of Cloud?"

He walked forward, taking Roxas's daiquiri from the man before turning away. "Sure, Xiggie, whatever. Here, kid." He handed Roxas his drink, which he proceeded to sip on.

"Three fucking years older, dammit. Three fucking years and you keep rubbing it in." His voice was light, cheery for the serious words.

"'Cause you're mine." Leon said, wrapping his arms around the younger boy.

L!I!N!E! YES! A LINE!

Axel lit up a cigarette outside the boy's dorm, as the quiet scholar and bubbly rockstar each took one from his pack, passing the zippo lighter along.

"I told him he looked sexy." He said, exhaling the smoke. His hair remained unspiked, there was no point as the sun had mostly set, the light coming from lamp-posts along the sidewalk, the lit cigarettes glowing that faint ember red.

"You what?" Zexion spluttered, Demyx inhaled too much and started hacking.

"He...he asked. Not my fault. I told him he looked terribly sexy."

"Terribly sexy? Aw, shit, man!" Demyx shook his head, mullet waving slightly with the motion. "And he doesn't know? Why?"

"I...I can't tell him."

ENDOFCHAPTERFOUR

Pooka: Fallen just got back from the hospital. They revived her. -sigh- And I thought I'd get this fanfiction all to myself.

Fallen: Mid-way through writing this, I found out one of my bi friends...his boyfriend was beaten for being gay and was placed in the hospital. So was another gay friend of mine, Andy, who lives in another city, a completely different beating. Andy gets out tomorrow, Shawn got out today. It was so sad to see my dear emo bitch crying...I've know him my entire life (literally) and I have never seen him cry...-sniffle-

Pooka: Your dear emo bitch?

Fallen: Ch-yeah! -sings- My little emo, my little emo. You'll always be in my hea-art! -quits- Er...yeah...

Pooka: Oh, dear God...you freak me out.

Fallen: Anyway, longer chappie, but not by much. The next one will be longer. I'm slowly increasing their size to help the readers not go "OnGzzz!1one!eleven! U LyK, made longr chptrs!11eleven!one!two! Y?"

Pooka: You haven't gotten any reviews like that...

Fallen: Thanks go to Sarie Bear and Lyra Su for the motivating reviews...and for my friends Meru and Gut just because they support me indirectly. Yeah. ANDANDAND! I KNOW I said I wouldn't update until next week, but I did good! I got online! Bow down and worship me, bitches! -cough, shifty eyes- Erm...I mean...HI!

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