One shot for the Best Laid Plans. I love that bitch, she wanted me to write this for her.

So here, the most emo thing I have EVER written.... I don't own anything in this. Let me know what you think please.

Roxas hated this, how In the world was he supposed to deal with the pain. He had tried everything, cutting seemed to do the most to block the memories. Ever since he had become one with Sora he couldn't help but think about how he was alone now. His best friend was dead, his friends destroyed and the one behind it all was his somebody. "Fuck…" Roxas looked at the blood as it poured from Sora's body. It seemed that when Sora fell asleep Roxas would take over. He looked at the knife in his hands, he hated to hurt Sora, but if it kept out the memories it was worth it.

What time was it anyway, Roxas looked at the kitchen clock, Four in the morning. He sighed, washing the knife off and bandaging his arm back up. He made his way back to the bedroom, laying down. He would have to explain to Sora later about what had happened. He would tell him that he had tripped…again. Roxas closed his eyes and his mind went blank as Sora took over.

Sora winced as he woke up, the throbbing in his arm told him Roxas was hurting again. He sighed, grabbing his arm. "…" there where no words to describe how this made him feel. Roxas was hitting him to forget things, he wasn't sure if Roxas knew he shared memories with the nobody. "I know what you've been doing Roxas…and it hurts…" He clutched his heart. Even if his Nobody didn't love him, Sora would still hold a special place in his heart for Roxas.

Sora got dressed quickly, opening the window. The breeze that wandered in felt oddly warm to him. He felt he could almost hear what Roxas was thinking. He seemed to be apologizing, and crying. "it's okay Roxas, I know you didn't mean to harm me." He said, holding onto the scar. They shared a bond now that ran deeper than any bond between a brother or even a lover. They where one and trying to cope. "I love you." The two whispered to each other. One voice in Sora's head and one in his throat.

"You coming?" Rikku's voice rang out, interrupting his thoughts. Sora rushed out, all that had been said was soon forgotten by the boy, the only one who still remembers remains in his head.

"…fuck…" The blood ran out once more as Roxas cried to himself.