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' Well wasn't that one of the most dreadful experiences of my non existence?'
That was the first thought to pop into Zexion's mind upon his release from an eight hour meeting.
He was currently lurking around the calm corridors of the castle that never was, trying to lose the migraine that had weaseled it's way into his head around the fifth hour of said gathering.
' I can't believe Xemnas really expects us to survive those things. It's not as if we weren't already aware of what he talks about. And why is it that the neophytes don't the neophytes have to attend? They need to know what Xemnas says much more than -"
Zexion's mental rant was suddenly interrupted by a low suffering sob.
"What in the name of Kingdom Hearts?"
Swiftly making his way in the direction that the noise had originated from. He was met by the sight of a hooded nobody hugging their knees, whimpering quietly.
"Ahem" Zexion cleared his throat loudly in an attempt to gain the other nobody's attention, but to no avail.
Mentally sighing he tried to address the other again.
"Excuse me, but is there a problem?"
The sitting nobody's head snapped upwards.
"Zexy?"
Shocked Zexion reached for the other, and sharply yanked back their hood.
Immediately he was greeted with familiar sea green eyes.
Reaching forward again Zexion wiped a tear from the younger nobody's cheek.
"Demyx, what happened?"
- Flashback -
Demyx ducked to avoid a stream of fire, flying towards his head.
"N-now Axel can't we talk about this?"
The only response was a lightly smoking chakram catching his sleeve, pinning him to the wall behind him.
Frantically Demyx tried to remove the weapon from his person, only to have hand burnt.
Before he could try anything else a strong hand clamped down on his throat, forcing him further back into the wall.
Tears of frustration and fear were beginning to well up in his eyes.
"So IX would you care to explain why my hair is like this?"
Axel gestured calmly (too calmly really), towards his electric blue hair.
"W-well, you s-see I-"
He hadn't even been able finish when he was thrown into the opposite wall.
Getting up and preparing bolt, Demyx was stopped yet again by the hand yet again bruising his throat.
"wrong answer."
'Axel doesn't normally react this violently to my pranks'. Demyx thought. 'He only gets this violent when he's had an argument with-'
"You can't be serious" the water user whispered.
'The hair thing must have been adding fuel to the short, blonde, emoish fire.'Demyx would have congratulated himself for such a logical conclusion were he not in his current position.
Caught up in his thoughts, Demyx didn't even see the backhand coming.
Falling to the ground, clutching his steadily reddening check Demyx began to tremble violently.
Finally Axel seemed to realize that if he kept at it he would seriously injure the younger nobody. The pyromaniac sneered and marched into a dark portal.
Once VIII was gone Demyx buried his face into his knees and cried to the abandoned corridor.
- End Flashback-
To any average being Zexion looked perfectly collected. Demyx knew better than that. The water bearer noticed the minor details like the twitch in his right hand, and the rather prominent vein showing in his neck. Both of which indicated his true nature.
He was pissed.
The cloaked schemer to anyone that knew him had a look that plainly said " I'm going to kill someone and have fun in doing so".
However upon looking his love's trembling form and tear stained face, Zexion calmed slightly.
Gently he brushed a strand of hair out of Demyx's face.
"How do things like this always end up happening to you?"
Demyx smiled sadly leaning forward to rest his forehead against Zexion's shoulder.
The older of the two cringed as he caught sight of the dark bruise forming on the smaller (1) nobody's cheek.
Easily lifting the water bearer off the ground, Zexion carried him back to their room.
Once the younger was sleeping the cloaked schemer set to tending to his wounds.
"I promise I will never let this happen to you again" Zexion whispered stroking the soft skin of the musician's cheek.
Sighing he kissed the sleeping nobody softly and exited the room.
TBC?
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(1) For the sake of this fic I have made Demyx smaller, and Zexion taller.