A/N: I finished typing this chapter, all in one shot. And I was so proud of myself it hurt. But I thought it was longer. It's a little over 2000 words, including this author's note (which counts) haha. Anyway, hi. How are you guys? I've been mean. I know. I should have a schedule where I update my stories every... Thursday or something. I just can't do that though. Don't you love me and my sporadic-ness? Probably not. Well, I love you and that's all that matters.

What's love got to do, have to do with it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts but if I did it would make even less sense! Muahahahaha!~

Roxas had hit an all time low.

He sat in the room where he was kept in when first kidnapped, sitting next to the old heater and breathing in the settled layers of dust. He had absolutely no idea why he felt it was perfectly normal to be in his situation. This place was evil, but everyone here was so nice to him. They were so accepting. Not like at home. At home it would just be him, all day, all week, night after night. Roxas. Sitting in a room silently staring at the walls.

It was funny how life made such a vicious circle, because here he was again.

Sitting in a room in the pitch black, staring at the walls that would be always be there. No matter how many times Roxas blinked, the walls would always be there when his eyelids reopened. It was wonderful. His hands clenched on his arms. What had he become in these past couple months? A criminal? He was such a good kid before. Now, to all his friends and family he was dead, literally. He had been deceased since winter. The corpse of the old him slowly rotting outside of his old house, his spirit banging on the front door wanting everything to go back to normal. He was trapped and there was no way out. Even if he killed himself, they would still be there. Roxas didn't know exactly what happened when you died, but he was sure that Axel would be there, smiling at him. Roxas' eyes bulged. What was he going to do? His built up hatred felt like it was slowly eating him alive. Roxas wanted to throw up and let all the negativity wash out, but what good was that? There would always be more.

Roxas thought about Hayner, his best friend. His best friend that would never know the real story behind Roxas' death. They were so close and now, now they were nothing. Roxas was the dead boy. He was the dead best friend that no matter how hard you try not too, you will replace them with a new shinier face in the end, and they will become a distant memory.

Axel used to be Roxas' best friend. They were practically brothers! What did brothers earn him in the end? A dead parent and a repressed past. Hell, why not add two dead parents. Roxas had two. Even though Celia was still alive, Roxas meant nothing to her. All his life he was just a measly pigeon being fed out of pity. Roxas was nothing more than a mere bird, covered in diseases. The blonde let out a laugh in the darkness. His teachers always taught him, 'with more knowledge comes more pain'. Roxas always dejected that statement, finding that with more knowledge led to a brighter future which led to happiness. How ironic, with each minute that passed Roxas' future was looking bleaker and bleaker.

The door creaked open and Roxas backed away from the the brightness polluting the room.

"Roxas?" came a voice, "what are you doing in here? It's so dark!" It chuckled. The voice belonged to that fiend.

"Go away."

"What?" Axel stated moving closer towards the boy. He looked down, "Roxas, what are you doing, stop! You're hurting yourself!" The man pried the blonde's hands away from his arms, revealing red finger prints.

"Get away from me!" Roxas flung himself towards the corner of the room. He wasn't thinking straight. The hatred had engulfed his senses. He reached around for the closest thing to him. Nothing. The room was completely barren of stray objects. He ran towards the rotting desk located in the center and shoved it at the red head. It collapse and Axel cursed in pain.

"Roxas!" he said through gritted teeth, "what the fuck is wrong with you!" The desk corner had landed on his foot, and the point was digging inside the flesh. He yanked it away, scraping it across the surface.

"You're what's wrong with me!" Roxas screamed at Axel. "You! Remember!" Roxas pleaded desperately, "Remember when we were younger! You gave me that lighter. You told me to practice. Who the fuck does that?"

"Roxas-" Axel eyes filled with hurt as he remembered the past. He was an innocent child. Roxas was his best friend. Back then, Roxas was the only person that Axel felt truly loved him.

"You!" Roxas screamed as he ran out the door, and the door after that, and the door after that. It felt as if he was falling down a rabbit hole. He swam in scenes from his past. They gnawed at his insides taunting him of the good times. Then came the scenes from the present. They made an eerie smile make its way across Roxas' face.

When he looked up, it was none other than his old house. It seemed the same, like nothing really had happened. Fantastic, Roxas smiled as he retrieved the spare key from the fern hanging from the porch. Opening the door he walked in. It was so good to finally breath home. He breathed in the familiar scent and ran his hand across the wall as he made his way into the kitchen. Plastic cups. They were there, laying in the sink, on the counter, on the floor.

He grabbed a knife from the beautiful holder containing many and made his way up the steps. Smoke caked the ceiling, making it an ancient gray color. He sauntered down the hallway, knife placed in the back pocket of his pants and placed his hand on his mother's doorknob. Gold, artfully crafted. He slid it open, and there she was. His generation was raised on instant gratification. Put something in the microwave, it comes out cooked. Email something, it automatically arrives to the person in a few minutes. In this case, open a door, get a mother. She was smoking a cigarette, window open, sprawled across the bed, reading the latest fashion magazine. The makeup was erased from her face.

"Hey mom" Roxas said as he shut the door behind him and locked it. "Remember me?" He shut the window.

"Roxas!" She seemed terrified. Good. "It's so good to see you again! Those awful men came and took you and I thought," She brought out the fake tears, "I thought they killed you. It's been hell Roxas, baby!"

"I missed you too, Mom!" Roxas shoulders collapsed. "The whole time I was there, I thought of you, my loving mother, and how happy you would be when I came home."

"And I am happy!"

"But then, I would think about how you told them to keep me." Roxas added, fingers twitching. "And then I would think about how you went on with your life like nothing happened."

"That's not true!" Celia exclaimed, sitting up right.

"It is true!" Roxas yelled. His breath was ragged and his whole body was shaking. "All of it is true!" He spat. "Did you even for a second hesitate that answer? That answer of 'no, keep him'" Roxas' voice rose. His tone was one of a mad man. Celia took a breath to say something. "No!" He cut her off, "You didn't! I meant nothing to you! All my life you put on this act of loving mother and you decide to stop randomly? You know what makes a good actor, mother?" He said, moving in towards her face.

"No" she whispered.

"The ability to stay in character!" He screamed and threw her off the bed. "It's you're fault! Everything that has happened is your fault."

"No! Everything that happened has been your fault, Roxas" She got up slowly. Roxas jumped. "You ruined my life. You killed my husband. You fucking killed Cloud. I loved him." She grabbed Roxas by the shoulder and slammed him into the wall. The crinkled blonde laid on the floor and stayed still as his mother repeatedly slammed her heel into his ribs. "I've hated you ever since that day. Do you know how it feels to live with a murderer?" She spit on him.

"Do you know how it feels to live with a whore?" He said through a laugh. A laugh that escalated into more laughs.

Laughing and laughing Roxas pulls the knife out from his back pocket.

Laughing and laughing Roxas stabs his mother's foot.

Laughing and laughing Roxas stabs his mother's stomach.

Laughing and laughing Roxas stabs his mother's heart.

Laughing and laughing Roxas washes the weapon.

Laughing and laughing Roxas goes to the shed and grabs gasoline.

Laughing and laughing Roxas dumps it in the kitchen.

Laughing and laughing Roxas lights the match and flicks it.

Roxas smiles at the thought of all those plastic cups melting.

He had always liked fire and old habits die hard.

oOoOoOoOo

"Roxas!" Demyx dragged a bloody blonde inside the headquarters of Organization XIII. "Roxas is back!" He called out towards the building. Roxas hadn't been back for three days since that night. Xemnas picked up Roxas and placed him on the couch. Roxas just smiled with a mouthful of blood.

"Roxas, what happened?" Axel leaned in towards the boy, peeling off the blonde's shirt and examining him. Yellow blotches blended into his skin. His finger tips were burned and reeked of gasoline. Axel felt like a broken record, asking this question again and again. Seeing Roxas like this tore him to tiny pieces. He never realized how much he cared about this boy. This small boy. Axel stroked Roxas' cheek.

"I killed her." Roxas said plainly, "I killed her. She's dead. She can't hurt me anymore. She can't rule over my thoughts anymore." He seemed to be talking to the ceiling.

"Who Roxas, who are you talking about." Xemnas asked. Demyx grabbed Roxas' hand. Zexion stood in the background, observing the situation before him.

"Her. She's dead. I killed her. I killed her." Roxas droned.

"Who Roxas!" Demyx asked, gripping his hand tighter.

"My mother. She's dead. I killed her. I killed her."

Everyone said nothing. Silence overcame the atmosphere, and they stood there.

"I killed her. I killed her." Roxas went on. His mother was gone. The breath escaped her lungs, and her lungs were ashes. How could his father love such a terrible woman. "I killed her. I killed her." She left Roxas for the dogs. She used to love him. She used to love him so much. He used to be her favorite person in the whole world. "I killed her. I-" It was all his fault, wasn't it? She was right. It was no one's fault but his own. Roxas curled up on the couch. "Oh god," he said between his knees. No, it was her fault! Yes, he accidentally caught the house on fire, but he was a small child. He didn't mean too! It gave her no excuse to treat him like that! Roxas' mind felt like it was on fire. "Make it stop!" He cried. He didn't know who to blame it on. He didn't know if it was excusable. He should be the one who was dead.

"Show's over, guys" Axel said, picking up the fragile blonde. He walked towards the hallway and entered Roxas' room. Axel placed Roxas on his bed and covered him with a blanket.

"I'm sorry, Axel." Roxas choked. "I wasn't thinking straight. It's not your fault my house caught on fire. It's mine."

"Roxas" Axel looked at him with worried eyes, "It's okay. You're not a bad guy."

"Axel, I killed my mother." Roxas stated. There was nothing okay with that.

"Nothing wrong with revenge." Axel grabbed Roxas' cheeks, trying to make his point clear, "you killed her because she killed you!"

Comforting words welcomed sanity back into Roxas' mind. Axel pulled up a chair next to Roxas' bed and took Roxas' hand. "Go to sleep" He cooed. "And I'll stay here."

Roxas found peace in dysfunction for one night.

A/N:

"Katanarama"

"Oh please, call me Maddie"

"Maddie, you have outdone yourself, you crazy bitch"

"Why yes. Yes, I have"

I know what you might be thinking. What the hell did I just read?

He is being brainwashed people. By none other than meeeeeeeeee! =D

I love being evil. I really do.