"Where's Zexion?"
That was the only question Demyx could ask.
It had been a month now, he had counted. And every morning, when Demyx had arrived in the kitchen for breakfast, he had asked the same thing.
This time no one even bothered to look at him.
"Where's Zexion?!" Demyx repeated, a little harder.
"Shut up and sit down!" Larxene shouted behind her magazine – "The million ways to be cruel".
Demyx wheezed and stepped towards table. Zexion wasn't there, that was sure; Marluxia stood in front of the stove, in his pink apron, baking pancakes. Xemnas and Saix were in the corner, passionately making out, which seemed to make Larxene sick. She covered her face with her magazine and pulled away her plate.
Demyx sighed and sat next to Axel, who was burning a little peace of bread while waiting for Marluxia to serve more food.
Demyx looked at the redhead and tried again:
"Where's…"
"Zexion?" Axel finished without looking away from his toast, "What makes you think that he would be somewhere else that he was yesterday?"
"Or the day before that?" Marluxia continued while taking a milk carton from the table, "Or day before THAT?"
"Well, I…" Demyx started, nervously.
"He's still locking himself in his room and being pathetic emo" Larxene smirked.
Demyx looked at her as if she had said that she killed Zexion last week. Axel cleared his throat.
"Well, that wasn't maybe the nicest way to say it" He said looking at her warningly, "But, yeah… that's where Zexion is."
"Poor guy" Marluxia sighed, "All alone up there" He pointed the roof, "And no one seems to care."
"Yeah" Demyx said suddenly, "Why is that? Why no one seems to care?"
"Because we don't care!" Larxene uttered.
"That's not true!" Demyx shouted and stood up, "You evil bitch!"
Larxene just smiled at him sweetly. Axel reached his hand and grabbed Demyx back.
"First of all" The pyro pacified, "Dem, don't start a fight with her, 'cause she'll beat you up with one hand. And second; we DO care about Zex, truly, but right now he doesn't want to talk to anyone."
"He can't stand anybody even NEAR of his room" Marluxia added sadly, "He says that if someone tries to enter, he will…"
"Throw a book at them?" Larxene laughed evilly, "C'mon, cowards, you think you are no match for a bookworm?"
"But we don't want to hurt him!" Demyx screamed and seemed to be shocked.
Larxene shook her head.
"Talk for yourself" she said, "He's useless. Sits in his room all day and night and cries for his own pain…"
"Does he CRY?" Demyx seemed to be terrified, "Wha… Why?!"
Axel and Marluxia exchanged a one sad look.
"We don't know" Axel told him, "He's just… He just is that way."
"But… I have to go and cheer him up!" Demyx said immediately.
"I'd be careful, if I were you" Larxene pointed out as Demyx stood up again, "He may be a bookworm, but it's still not as bad as little whining queer like you."
Demyx looked like he was about to cry as he teleported from the room.
Axel looked at Larxene, who had opened her magazine again.
"Why do you always have to be such a bitch about everything?" He asked.
Larxene smirked.
"I just am that way."
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Well, it was quite short for a chapter. But please tell me should I continue!