"They would have kept me as their dog wouldn't they?" The brunette said while pulling the blankets tigheter around his shoulders, staring at the falling snow outside, white flecks of clustered ice crystals slowly making their way down to the ground where they would most likely melt. The doorway was currently occupied by a man with blonde hair holding two steaming mugs. Not even for a moment was he actually surprised that the other knew of his presence. It was just one of those things about Leon he had grown used to over the past few weeks.
"Sephiroth would have," he walked over to the bed and put the mugs down while he sat down behind the lump of blankets. "It's not every day they bring in someone like you." he pointed out.
Leon pushed away the blankets so he could look Cloud in the eye, his own searching while the blonde's refused to give the answers he was looking for. They we're bright blue...the colour the sky would be if snow wouldn't descend gently from it. His own cold, metallic blue only reflecting on the storm that was raging within him. The contrast was intriguing.

He decided he liked Cloud's eyes.

"...This is actually mine?" It was barely above a whisper when those words left Axel's lips. Eyebrows raised in surprise he memorized every item on the white table in front of him. Expensive looking jewellery, a- from what he assumed- silver watch, a bundle of keys that held more keys than the building he was in had locks for, two pairs of dogtags- oddly enough sporting the same dates on which both World Wars took place- with his name on them and a set of clothing which was...well, charred for the most part. Roxas had taken the liberty to gather his things from the Patient lockers before he did his morning check on the redhead. "Nothing else was on you when you were brought in if I've got to belief the files," the blonde said with a small shrug, too occupied with a sandwich to say anything more he let Axel be, he would be too lost in his thoughts anyways.

He had it by the right end, after ten minutes or so Axel was still studying the dogtags with hazy eyes, looking at them, but not really seeing them. Only when a tall- way too cheery for six AM- blonde strolled into the cafeteria singing at the top of his lungs, Axel was pulled out of his own thoughts, wide eyes now turning to the mohawked blonde walking towards their table and expression shifting from surprise to a confused interest in a split second. In turn, the blonde ceased his singing with a choked sound as his jaw dropped and eyebrows rose. It was almost comical when he did it, shoulders hunching and something akin to pure shock written over his face. "Uhm...hello?" Axel was even more confused now, Roxas chuckling next to him wasn't really helping either. "Yes Demyx, he's alive, moving, and aparently talking as well," came a slightly muffled voice from behind the blonde. Demyx- as the person behind him had called the blonde- was stammered to the side, having been pushed by a short man in a labcoat. "Sorry about him," the slate haired man muttered and attempted to direct Demyx to the other side of the cafeteria. The blonde wouldn't have any of it though.

Suddenly he was all over Axel, asking questions like: Where are you from? Do you know what happened? How did you end up here? Where did you get those tattoos? They look really painful...and is that your real hair colour? I used to have this friend and he dyed his hair blue and he-" "DEMYX!" Roxas shouted out of nowhere. The tall blonde gave him an apologetic smile, "Sorry...heh," he cleared his throat and held out his hand towards Axel. "Demyx, nice to meet you, and I'm real sorry about that," he said it like someone had taught him to say those exact words. Behind him the shorter male dragged a hand over his face and sighed softly. Axel hesitantly took the offered hand, "Axel, not really a problem." Demyx's smile brightened, "Awesome." And with that he was gone, pulling the short man along and singing yet again. He disappeared as quickly as he had appeared not a minute ago. Axel inhaled and opened his mouth to say something, hand gesturing towards where the pair had gone off to but thought otherwise of it, shutting his mouth and opting whether to be shocked and confused or just...confused.

"Don't mind Demyx, he's just...Demyx." Roxas said with a snort and then gave a dubious glance to his sandwich before dropping it back on his plate, picking up the watch with a look of appretiation. He was quiet for a while, content with studying the watch, not noticing he was being studied himself from across the table. That is, until a low rumbling sound pulled his attention back to the redhead. A snort escaped his lips. The surprised look Axel was sending his stomach was hilarious, the barely audible whisper that came along with it enough to bring a silly smile on Roxas' face. "Forgot you were hungry, I'll be back in a sec." With that said he pushed his chair back and got up, disappearing through a door at the other end of the cafeteria. Axel drifted off once again, eyes lost on the letters and numbers on the dogtags like they were secret codes that he had to crack in order to get answers. Answers to which he didn't even know the questions to...like the number 42, which ironically, was also on one of the tags.
This time however he did notice Roxas walking back in, a white bottle in one hand and a cup in the other.

"Liquid food huh?" he asked unimpressed, taking the bottle from Roxas. "Yup, but you're hungry, shouldn't matter in which shape you're geting your food," the blonde said with a grin, "you should be happy you're even getting any." A teasing smile tugged at his lips behind the cup. "Just drink it already." The cap of the bottle came loose with a small pop and Axel started to jug it down like a man who had just crossed the Sahara without a drop of water. His eyes slid shut and he gave a content hum. "How I have missed this," he whispered. Roxas stared at him, chin resting on his palm as he spoke in a soft voice, "I know you did."

The next few moments seemed to come straight out of a bad afternoon tv show with a cheap cast and lack of any actual plot. Axel's eyes snapped open, almost neon in colour. He stared blankly at the table, the bottle slipping from his limp fingers. Neither men took notice- or cared for that matter- that it left a trail of red coloured liquid on the table's surface as it rolled away and fell on the floor. Glowing green eyes flitted up to meet blue ones. Axel's jaw was slack, a drip of red slowly sliding down his chin. Red dripped down from the table onto the white linoleum. Roxas' eyes had a daring look to them. As if he wanted Axel to react like a crazed animal. Or not, who knows, Axel had only known the blonde for a couple of hours. Of course he was unaware of the testing. All he cared about at that moment was the blood.

He had drunk it.
Tasted it.
Relished it.

Trembling fingers slowly reached up to equally quivering lips. His body worked on its own. All he could do was stare at the red stain on his fingertips. More proof than he wanted to have.

"You are one of us now." Something moist and warm dabbed his face. "No turning back. Do not even think about attempting to take your own life. You will not succeed. No matter how hard you try." The dark figure stepped away and water started running. He could smell it. The biting smell of rust, of blood, tempting him. But the very thought of the reason why that fragrance clung to him was sickening. He whimpered softly.

A/N:

I know, I know, it's short, it's not all that great, but school's being a bitch to speak nicely D:
I do however, have a lot of plot points all worked out and tiny little things like places. Because yes, the hospital is one of the main areas xD and yes, it is a pain because of everything that happens there~
Kudos if you still want to read this :] ILU