Me: "please...?"

Axel : "no. you do not own kingdom hearts."

Me: *shifty eye look*

Roxas: "OR AXEL!"

Me: T-T "Nooooooo~!"

Axel: "say it..."

Me: *sniff* "i do not own kingdom hearts or final fantasy 7...yet"

Roxas: "WHAT?!"

roxas walked the halls of the Final Heart Mental Institution escorted by a overly cheerful lady with light brown braided hair in a pink lab coat, seeming completely at odds with the white walls, sterile smell masked with floral air fresheners, and commercial carpet- that really wasn't helping his headache, putting him in a foul mood. The lady - what was her name again? oh, 'aeris' what a weird name - showed him up to a door with a number 13 on the door in roman numerals.

"here we go- number XIII. well, this is our stop! all the rooms here are singles, so no roommates- that's for people who've been here a while and we know we can trust them to handle it. ok, normally you would be out in the common room at this time, but seeing as you just got here you can stay in your room, then go to dinner (that's 6:00 - 8:30), then you can do more or less what you want." she paused for a moment, like she might have said the wrong thing "nothing dangerous of course- you have to follow the rules like everyone else. anyway, lights out is at 9:30, and your evaluation is in the morning. a nurse will come get you. ok, bye bye!" ugh. roxas could almost hear the hearts and smiley faces in that little speech.

he entered the room that would be his home and cell for who knows how long. he couldn't believe this! the moment he isn't perfect, isn't NEEDED, they send him here. roxas trudged into the sterile room, dropping into the bed, and started thinking. he inevitably started thinking about why he was here in the first place.

XxXxXxXxX

Roxas`s older brother, sora, was very sick up until a few years ago. he constantly needed surgery, blood transfusions, and there was a possibility he would need transplants in the future. but there was a problem- sora had a very rare blood type, and it was nearly impossible for any of these things to be found. so the doctors came up with an idea. with genetics the way they were today, sora`s parents - cloud and tifa strife - could have another baby with a 95% chance of being DNA compatible with sora, meaning if anything ever happened they had a willing donor handy. it would be expensive, but it might just save sora. they decided to try, and 9 months later they had roxas - and the procedure had been a success.

from the time roxas was five, he'd been a donor for blood and such, but sora wasn't getting any better, and there was one unforeseen problem - roxas HATED the idea of being 'spare parts' for sora. he barley knew the guy - just some sick kid that was all nice and perky that happened to be related to him. he didn't hate him or anything but, come on! what was roxas to these people really? a walking blood bank? a nobody? well he wasn't ! he was his own person. For years he wished he didn't have to ever go to Oblivion Hospital ever again. But then everything changed when he was twelve - he got his wish.

the doctors found the cure for sora`s illness - an oddly colored liquid aptly named 'lifestream' and sora was one of the first people to receive treatment. It was a amazing success, with almost instant results. by the end of the week, sora was checked out and going home.

and now roxas wasn't needed.

suddenly, roxas was extra - he didn't have any reason to be there. of course sora was nice - all happy-go-lucky with the mentality of a 8-year-old instead of a 18-year-old. just a side affect of being surrounded by nurses and doctors all day who acted like they should be working for Disney, not Oblivion Hospital. As far as sora was concerned, he just had the longest effing flu EVER and got a baby brother out of the deal. cloud and tifa acted the same way - sora was home and no they had TWO kids running around the house. What could be better?

but roxas was never convinced, and slowly withdrew into himself. his previously white and checkered clothes slowly turned darker and darker until it was edgy, ripped, safety pinned, and zippered, often with a black trench coat over the whole thing with the hood up half the time. roxas pulled deeper and deeper into himself, and slowly his sanity started twisting itself, bending till it broke. Who was he? was he even a person? what was he supposed to do now? roxas became a cutter. it was a comfort thing - he had always given blood for his brother, so he just gave a little bit - just a little - and he felt better.

one day, he couldn't take it anymore. he cut too deep, and held the wound underwater in the bath. his parents found him a few minuets later, unconscious, and rushed him to the hospital. he had suffered some blood loss, but not enough to be too serious. the doctors looked him over, and roxas was sent to a 'specialist'. after one session it was decided exactly what was wrong and what the next step would be. roxas was crazy - completely insane and a danger to himself and perhaps others. He had tried to commit suicide! who knows what he could do next? so they ventured to the next step.

roxas strife - age 15 - was introduced to the Final Heart Mental Institution.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXx

roxas opened his eyes, not aware he had fallen asleep, and read the digital clock that was mounted high out of reach on the wall - the only other thing in his room other than his bed, that was more of a cot than anything. 7:15, oh JOY time for dinner. Maybe this place is like that horror movie with the ice cream truck where the customers where turned into ice cream themselves.

hah. klepto~a~la~king.

an almost evil leer stretched across roxas`s face before he jumped up and headed for the door to his room. roxas had a photographic memory and instantly remembered exactly where the cafeteria was from when he walked by it earlier when he was escorted to his room. he was about halfway there when he heard shouting.

there was a angry nurse yelling at a patient who was brandishing a lighter. he had bright red hair in backward spikes and tear tattoos. He was wearing the same basic uniform that all patients had to wear, (white T-shirt, choice of white pants, shorts, or skirts - usually for the girls, but not always...:] ) except he had somehow managed to get a black hoodie with his. hmm. he had green eyes, was very tall, and slim buy still had muscles, just the long wiry kind.

the redhead caught his eye and grinned. then turned back to the nurse. "look, larxene, I'm not giving up my lighter, but i wont burn anything TODAY. alright?" larxene obviously looked like 'alright' wouldn't have been her choice of words, but it looked like that was as good as it was gonna get and left with a scowl and a muttered 'flaming idiot...!' and was gone in seconds.

the redhead slowly turned back to look at roxas with a leer "sure, she wont NOTICE today, but where's the fun in waiting until tomorrow? one day doesn't make much of a difference." he said all this like he was sharing a secret. "you must be new here Blondie, I've never seen you..." roxas looked at him for a moment. if it weren't for the look in his eyes that made you think he was about to burn you alive, you'd almost think he was sane. He decided to answer the assumed question "first day. Names roxas." the redhead grinned wide, looking for all the world like he was holding back hysterical laughter. "your a real talker, huh Blondie? A regular chatterbox." he paused and seemed to calm a bit, but kept most of his grin. "well Blondie, I'm axel - got it memorized?"

axel then looked up at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, the sound of mutterings being herd from down the hall as a doctor read through his charts. axels eyes widened, but not in a 'I'm in trouble' way, no, the grin that came with it clearly stated he was having fun. he looked back at roxas "and I'm also late. catch you later Blondie." axel passed him and quickly strode down the hall. roxas looked after him for a moment before continuing on his way to the cafeteria.

maybe it wouldn't be all horrible. With axel here, things just got a lot more interesting.

YAY! first real fanfiction! and its Kingdom Hearts!

if you want i can make this a series instead of a one-shot, and if your really good and i get a bunch of reviews asking, I might just make this a Axel/Roxas fic. if not, I'm just gonna leave it a oneshot. your pic. :)

Me: so guys, what did you think?

Axel: roxas, you are so cute when your pretending to be all badass!

Roxas: pretend...? i could be badass if i wanted... *pouts*

Axel: oh, of course you could! your just so sweet you don't need to be any different. :)

Roxas: really?

Axel: really.

*fluffy momment*

REVEIW!