I felt very alone. And it seemed like I was going to become overly familiar with the lines of fabric in my comforter, seeing as I was currently burying my face in it. For some reason, my mind was blank. I wasn't thinking about that note, or of Riku or, heaven forbid, Sora, although I couldn't ignore the horrible feeling in my stomach. As if I had been pushed off a skyscraper, and my body met concrete, and I became a bloody mess, and people were just walking by as if I wasn't there.

I shuddered, pressing a pillow to my face. Am I really safe here by myself? Is Riku…? No, it can't be him, he couldn't…do that to Sora. Tears pricked my eyes, burning. I can't…

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to float back into nothingness, hoping that these thoughts would go away. Unfortunately, they persisted.

Who would do this? If it's not Riku…Kairi? She was outside when Mr.P…but why kill Sora? Jealousy? And wasn't it odd that those bracelets that were found near the bodies were just like the one Axel gave me? Why would someone…

This is too confusing. I sat up, about to watch TV, when something caught my eye. There was a bright red notebook sitting on my desk, looking out of place. I grabbed it, opening to the first page. "…prefix indicating the number of atoms…" I read the sloppy handwriting—Axel's handwriting. I skimmed through the rest of the notes, wondering how he managed to forget it here. I stopped flipping.

I wasn't entirely sure of Axel's schedule, but I managed to convince myself that he needed this for class today. That's a good excuse to go see him, yes? I don't think I'd be able to take much more of sitting here alone.

Once I had shoes on, I was out the door. A short drive later and I was at the college. A lady in the office directed me to the dorms, saying that he should be in-between classes.

The only person I found was Demyx.

"Hey," he opened the door. He was wearing sweats, his hair disheveled from sleep, even though it was well into the afternoon.

"Hey Demyx," I said, uncomfortable, yet relieved, at seeing him. "Where's Axel?"

"Um," he yawned, "at the café or something. I think."

"Oh, where—"

"Is that for him?" he interrupted, eyeing the notebook.

"Uh yeah. Can—"

"Of course, anything for his special friend." He grabbed it from me with a mocking grin I didn't like at all. "So have you…you know."

"I don't know what you mean," I said quickly, blushing.

"I think you do," he laughed. "Don't let him pressure you."

"A-Alright."

"See you around then."

A thousand things raced in my mind as he began to shut the door.

That didn't go how I wanted it to. Not at all. I was really hoping to meet up with Axel, and I really, really don't want to go back home.

"Demyx?" I called quickly.

He stopped. "Yeah?"

"Do you think I could wait for him here?"

He narrowed his eyes, and then his face cleared and he grinned. "Of course. Gonna give me a show?"

"Umm…" I followed him inside. The place was messy and dark, which I was expecting, and the furniture looked like it had been shoved in and forgotten.

I perched on a small couch awkwardly. The TV flashed in front of me, showing some gory show and hurting my eyes.

"It could be a while," he warned. "And I'm going to go take a shower…just make yourself nice and comfy."

He vanished into the bathroom, and soon I heard water running.

I scooted until my back was actually pressed against the couch. I had been sitting there gingerly—like it was going to bite—because it hadn't seemed…well, all that clean, but it appeared like I was going to be here for a while. Demyx had been in there for a good half hour at least, I thought, looking at the thin ribbon of light under the bathroom door. I tried unsuccessfully to watch what looked like the sci-fi channel as my head began to pound. Why would he keep all the lights off? And have the blinds closed?

I was still thinking about that when my phone went off, making me jump. I answered it after seeing the caller ID, cursing myself for not expecting this.

"Hi mom," I said meekly.

"Hi," she said flatly. "Why haven't you called me? Do you know that I just got a phone call from—"

"Honey," I heard my dad say in the background, "I'm sure—"

"—the police?"

"Oh," I said, just to say something.

"Where are you?"

"I'm…at the college."

"In class? I thought you were told to stay home."

"I didn't want to be there."

"Your father and I are on our way back now."

"Oh. When will you get here?"

"Tomorrow. We'll try to hurry."

"Ok."

"Just go home, and wait for us, ok? Lock the door."

"Ok mom."

"See you soon. I love you."

"Love you too."

"Bye."

Demyx had great timing; just as I hung up, he strolled back in and slouched down on the couch next to me, his hair still wet and sticking to his forehead.

"What are you watching?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

He grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels. We were only there for a little while before Axel decided to show up, barging right in and dumping his stuff on the floor.

"Look who's here!" Demyx exclaimed.

Axel turned to us, obviously surprised to see me. "Roxas, what are you doing here?"

"You left your notebook at my house."

"Oh."

"And, um…" I said, thinking back to that morning. And Riku.

I think he understood, because he grabbed my hand (which made Demyx whistle suggestively) and dragged me out of the dorm.

On the way back home, I explained. He…was angry to say the least.

"Why did you leave?" he growled once we were in my living room, slamming the door shut and locking it. "Riku is a fucking lunatic."

"I'm sorry! I…I didn't want to stay here alone," I confessed.

His face lightened. "Hey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that." He cradled me to his chest, and I automatically relaxed.

"It's ok," I said into his shirt.

He kissed the top of my head. "Do you want some dinner?"

I agreed.

We searched for something simple, and eventually ended up sticking some leftovers in the microwave. We ate, talked about mindless things, and then sat in my room, listening to music.

"You should get some sleep," Axel said, sitting criss-crossed in front of me, both of us on my bed.

Something compelled me to say, "I don't want to." Then I shot him a smile, which made him squirm.

"Roxas…"

"What?" I asked as innocently as I could manage.

"I'll, um, go sleep in the guest room."

He started to get up, but I latched onto his wrist before he could get anywhere. I had this feeling…it wasn't a bad feeling, exactly, although it wasn't pleasant either; it was more like a feeling of need, probably springing up out of my fear.

It took control, and I found myself kissing him.

I don't think he was expecting it, because he tensed and began to pull away. I pressed against him, and he stopped.

We both lost ourselves in it.

My arms around his neck.

His lips tracing a path down my torso.

The best part of it was that I could completely focus on it. On him.

That was true up until we both heard a voice.

"Oh god."

A/N: I know this is short...and belated...

I've been working on other things as well, and I'm finding it hard to keep writing this.

If you're a fan of Soul Eater, please check a fanfic called "Unlikely" out.

It's a collab with my friend and I, and quite frankly it deserves more love. (I tried to make it yaoi, but some people just don't like that stuff…ha ha)

I'm thinking about deleting this story, to be honest.

My apologies for the neglect. :(

~KeedaxEmry