Eyecatch

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It was around 3 am when loud shuffling and giggling made their way through the walls of Roxas' room. Groaning, the blond turned over in his bed and blinked awake. He paused, waiting for any further sounds, and then the giggling turned into light curses. With a sigh, Roxas slid his legs to the side of the bed and slowly stood.

Tiptoeing out of his open door, he made his way over to the room to the left of his. There was a crack with a purplish light emanating from it. Carefully, he peeked in to see various objects glowing and large multi-colored paint splatters and handprints over the walls and floors. On the right side of the room, a male figure was hunched over a dresser drawer, fishing through various things and muttering obscene phrases.

Roxas cocked his head, smirked lazily and let out a soft "Hey,"

The figure jumped, cussed loudly, and did an about-face while pushing the drawer in with his backside. He also had spots of the glowing paint all over his naked torso and ripped jeans.

"What are you doing?" Roxas finished.

"Just…" The roommate spluttered; blue eyes flicking wildly from the blond to the bed behind him. "Trying to find a lighter?" He then motioned to the cigarette tucked behind his ear

Roxas rolled his eyes. "Sora, we need to talk."

The other boy cringed. "…'talk'?"

"Yes. Talk." He took a few steps until he was standing directly in front of Sora, earning a gulp. Raising his left hand, he pointed to a blacklight fixture on the wall above the paint splatters. "I know you only use the blacklight when you're tripping."

Sora let out an exasperated sigh. "Is that it? You didn't see—" He stopped. "Nevermind."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing, I had a really bad nosebleed…" His eyes moved back to the bed for a moment, but Roxas didn't catch it.

"Well whatever. I mean… doing acid and not inviting me?" the blond laughed, "You should know better." He yawned. "I'll let you get away with it this time, but for now, I'm beat. Gotta get to work early tomorrow." Roxas turned to his right and made his way back towards the open door. "Night."

"Night…" Sora said back, watching his roommate shut the door behind him. There was a pause… and then he let out a long, shaky breath. He moved to the light switch near the drawer and flicked it on; revealing large puddles of crimson liquid all over the floor—some covered by sopping wet towels. "Yeah… nosebleed…"

He pulled open his drawer again and grimaced at another expanse of red-stained towels before stuffing them as far back as possible and shutting it once more.

With a sigh, he stepped toward the bed and nudged the arm stretched out from under the bed with his toe. Another puddle of blood was starting to pool under it and Sora groaned. "Why can't you just stop bleeding?" Grabbing a roll of paper towels off the bed, he started to unroll it.

"I'm never doing acid with another person again. This is gonna be a long night…"

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MHC: I needed to update. This is a short fanfic to show I'm still not dead… yet. Heheh.

I miss writing. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews you've given, the favorites, the author alerts, and just reading my fanfictions. I'm extremely grateful for all of you!

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Slightly based off the song "3 am" by Eminem.