A/N: Emily gets 100% percent credit for this. All I did was beta read it. :3 -Madi
Demyx and Zexion walked through the parking lot of Traverse Town Mall. The two teens held a phone in their palm, blasting the Pokémon theme. They sang along, doing funny dances. Demyx laughed as the song ended, pulling the smaller boy in for a kiss. Zexion stood on his tiptoes to get a better reach. The mulleted boy chuckled, leaning down.
When they both pulled away, they heard men shouting. Both of the teens turned around in alarm, searching for the voices. Three well built men were approaching quickly, hoods pulled over their faces.
"Look what we got here, boys." One snarled, stopping about ten feet away from the couple.
"We got ourselves a couple of faggots here." Another spat, the saliva landing an inch away from Zexion's shoe. The slate haired boy whimpered quietly, furrowing into his boyfriends jacket. A protective arm slung around his waist, and pulled the boy closer.
"Go away, we aren't doing anything to you." Demyx said firmly, starting to walk to his car. A strong grip stopped him, and the mulleted teen was pulled backwards.
"You ain't going anywhere, faggot!" A hard punch slammed into the boys cheek, causing him to stumble backwards.
"DEM!" Zexion cried, stepping closer to his boyfriend. One of the men grabbed his arms, slamming him into a car.
"ZEXION!" Demyx shouted, trying to wrestle his way to the slate haired boy. The teen slugged his attacker in the eye, starting to run towards his lover. He was tackled again, and was punched over and over again. Blood spattered onto the black cement. Zexion shouted Demyx's name again, struggling strongly against the arms that held him.
He coughed, small crimson speckles leaving his mouth when a sharp sting came from his abdomen. His eyes grew wide, and he looked down to his stomach. Through his blue shirt, he could see a growing red stain leak from his skin. The man restraining him let go, laughing darkly.
Zexion stumbled to the ground, clutching his stomach. He retched, spewing up a dark stream of blood. Demyx heard the noise, and turned his head in his boyfriend's direction. His eyes grew to the size of a plate when he saw the shining knife protruding out of his lovers back.
"ZEXION!" He screamed, kneeing the large man that perched on top of him in the groin. He brought his arm up, sending a direct hit to the man's face, knocking him out. As soon as the man was out, he scrambled to his feet, catching the slate haired boy before he could fall on the pavement.
"Zexion! Are you okay?" He asked in alarm, shaking his boyfriend gently. The teen's breathing was shallow, coming out in short, strained wheezes.
"D-Demyx..." He whispered, bringing a shaking hand to the mulleted boys cheek. Tears streamed out of Demyx's eyes. Zexions lids fluttered. The teen shook the smaller boy lightly
Stay with me, Zexy. Hang in th-" He stopped, as an agonizing rip appeared on his neck. His fingers shakily went to his throat, feeling liquid drip steadily down a pointed instrument. He coughed harshly, spraying a stream of crimson. His eyes looked to Zexion, whom was on the verge of passing out.
"Dem...yx..." He whispered. "I... love you..." his eyes fluttered closed, and his body went limp. Demyx felt the world fading to black. As he fell backwards, his strained voice whispered five last words.
"Zexion... I love you too."