the forgotten marluxia

the story pg1

A long yawn went over Roxas's face; waking up from a long day isn't really the best thing. Roxas sloppily slung his legs over the edge of the futon, placing his feet slowly on the cold ground. He stretched his arms out behind his back and gently opened his eyes. His sluggish expression on his skin dimmed out his blue eyes making his ghostly figure stand out. Apparently, he wasn't feeling quite well and chose to stay home from work today.
He looked over his shoulder to see the vacant bed smothered in wrinkles. He tilted his head back and ended with a plop on the indentions of the previous night. Axel wasn't home, so Roxas was left to take care of himself for the present time. The lackadasical blonde scratched his head and gave out a depressed sigh. Lonely wasn't what he was really used to, so could he live with it for a day? He lifted himself up and stood bent partially over. He took a few steps towards the bedroom door before he began to hear noises from another room in the house. "Axel?" Roxas took a few more seps before his legs gave way and he collapsed onto the floor with a thud. All he could see was the fuzzy glance of a person before he completely blacked out.
Roxas continuously blinked his eyes as he rubbed his aching forehead. He now laid back in a bed, but not a bed he was familar with. Voices pounded at his head as he trie to gain focus in his eyes. Beeping ran through his eardrums and cold air penetrated his skin. Slowly he began to gain focus just enough to see the bright auburn red of Axel's hair. "Axel", Roxas uttered the word softly as he began to go back to sleep. He shook his head and sat up, refusing his body's physical problems.
"Axel!" He quickly swung his legs over the side of the mysterious bed when suddenly he felt a push from another source. He still couldn't see, so out of uncontrollable instinct he held out his arm. A piercing ching souded through the air as the atmoshpere began to change. An uncommonly new keyblade was firmly grasped in Roxas's cold hand. Gasping was heard repeatedly as Roxas looked around blindly with the keyblade in hand.
"Roxas, wait!" Before anything else could be said, Roxas took a good swing into the side of one of the nurses. The nurse fell over, screaming in uncontrollable agony. Roxas felt a pair of arms wrap around him, sqeezing tighter and tighter as he began to struggle. "Sedate him, sedate him!" Roxas didn't need to see to know where he was now. He knew for certain that he was inside of a hospital, unknowing of how lon he had been in there.
Roxas finally broke an arm free and wrapped it around the arm of the pursuer. Gaining a good grip, he flung the man over his shoulder with strength he had never seen before. A look of complete satisfaction scarred his face in a some-what demonic fashion. Roxas found out that he didn't need his eyes, for his other senses were growing stronger by the second.
The room became silent, everyone making an effort not to make an abruption. He sniffed around the room smelling for any specific scent. He turned to his left, where the fragrance of strong perfume seeped through the air. The young woman stood as a statue, lifeless and unmoving. Roxas only stood there for a moment before lunging himself at her for the kill.
The wails and gasps from the surrounding civilans consumed the space withon the hospital room. Roxas had gone for the strike, and suceeded, unknowing, though, that he had pierced through a different person who had jumped in front of the woman. The sound of drippingt blood went through their eardrums as it hit the floor. Plip, plip
"Roxas", the man's voice was stern and rigged. Roxas stood there stunned by his act of agression. "A-Axel?" He knew for a fact that it had been Axel he had stabbed. Tears beganto roll up in his eyes. What had he done?