Ooo, I wanted to submit something earlier, but forgot. How about this scene from Gin and Sin: [link]
Axel’s mind was a blank. He didn’t know what to say. He could only feel – the ache of his body, the addiction like a caged animal in his head. He wanted to curl up in Marluxia’s lap, snort something and make the whole world go away.

But as long as Roxas was here he just couldn’t. Not yet. “I’m not giving up on you,” murmured Roxas, once more. His blonde head was bowed. He looked almost ashamed to be admitting that he cared about Axel.

“You should,” said Axel, feeling numb.

Roxas raised his head. “Why?”

Axel tilted his head back, arms hanging listlessly at his side. He stared at the sky. “Roxas, I’m seventeen years old and my life is over,” he said, tired, defeated. He was being truthful. “Fucking over.” His head fell forward, and Axel found himself facing the blonde again. “I don’t know why you can’t just understand that.”

“That’s not true. It isn’t over.” Roxas’s voice hitched again, and it almost sounded like he was going to throw up. But he didn’t, swallowing whatever had crawled up his throat, as he faced the red head. He wasn’t even really drunk anymore – just damn tired.

Axel shook his head, digging out the cellphone again. “Yes, it is. Now shut the fuck up.” Axel bit his tongue as he dialed the number he thought to be Demyx’s. He didn’t want to break out in an angry rant about just how over his life was.

“No, it’s not!” insisted Roxas, voice quivering. “You’re still breathing, aren’t you?”

Axel stared at the tiny illuminated screen, feeling his eyes start to blur. He didn’t know what to say to that, so instead, he just listened for Demyx on the other end. “Mnn, who is it?” murmured a sleepy voice, on the other end. Axel gave a shaky sigh, sorting his words out in his head before finally saying anything.

“It’s me. Listen, I need you to haul your ass down here,” requested the red head, biting his lip as he spoke. Demyx seemed instantly awake upon hearing the younger’s voice, and Axel could almost hear him smiling against the receiver.

“Oh? Where are you?” he asked, feigning disinterest. Axel snorted; Demyx knew exactly where he was. After all, the red head had told Demyx all about taking Roxas with him that night, just to make the older boy jealous.

Axel’s hands shook as he shoved one into his mouth, nibbling at his fingernails almost absentmindedly. “Where the fuck do you think I am? I’m not calling for me, dumbass, Roxas is drunk and he needs a place to crash tonight.”

“So you’re dumping the kid on me?” whined Demyx, to which Axel only rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m handing him over to you. There’s no fucking way he’s going home, Tia would kill him for getting this shit-faced.”

Demyx gave a heavy sigh, and Axel heard him rolling his fingers across the back of the phone. “Fine. What’s the address?” Axel recited the house number and street quickly, before hanging up on the blonde. His eyes crawled their way back to Roxas, who was slumped against the mailbox, crying again.

He scratched at his arms, fighting the need to just snort something, eyes bloodshot, teeth gnawing, breath shaky, hands quivering, Axel murmured; “You’re a fucking mess, Roxas.”

To this, Roxas only laughed, vomit trailing down his chin.

“Look who’s talking.”

D: NO MODEM. WAI MUST YOU DIE?

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