A poem I wrote! Decided to write a fanfic on it.

You try to hide what means the most,

A secret self inside a host.

Keep everything bottle up inside,

There is only one thing to hide.

But then, someone breaks through the darkness,

And tries to unlock the heartless.

Secrets that were kept for years; locked behind a door,

Spill out and fall to the floor.

Truths that were meant for one,

Were elicited to a special someone.

xXx

Here are the names to keep in mind! Hope you like it!

Zexion Noviello

Demyx Lampron

Axel Fineman

"Demyx, where the fuck are you!"

The sound of footsteps came closer and closer as Demyx quickly ran to the corner of his room— right behind his bed—and crouched down. He covered his ears, shut his eyes, and quieted his heavy breathing, hoping that his father wouldn't find him. This was a regular occurrence in the Lampron household.

Demyx's father, Luxord Lampron, was known for his outrageous temper. Back when he was a sheriff, the police department wouldn't let him become an official police officer because he failed the temperament exam. A few years into his job, an unarmed man taunted Luxord. He unfortunately lost control and shot the man. Although the man left with only minor injuries, Luxord was forced into early retirement. Ever since then, Luxord had been living off of pension and doing pretty much anything he wanted to do. He usually went to the liquor store down on the corner of Vongola Street and Marmon Road and bought several bottles of straight Vodka. He would then go home and wait until Demyx came home from high school, just as he had today.

Every time, Demyx would slowly open the door. A sliver of light would shine in and Demyx would look through the crack to see if there were any signs of life. Most of the time, Luxord would already be well past drunk and slumbering on the couch, snoring his ass off. But, today was different.

Demyx opened the door and did his usual check. When he heard the snores, he knew it was safe to go inside. He silently walked through the living room—stopping only for a second to find out his father's whereabouts— and then continued on to his room. Just as he was about to walk down the apartment hallway, he heard the snores stop. Demyx froze and stood there. He heard the creak of the couch followed by a dazed yet gruff voice.

"Demyx?"

Demyx did the only thing he knew how to do. Run away. He ran into his bedroom and hid in a corner. Hearing the footsteps approaching, Demyx already predicted what was going to happen next. He heard the door slam open—locks long since removed—and he herd the man get closer and closer to his hiding spot until he stopped, right beside the bed. Demyx held his breath and waited nervously.

Before Demyx knew what happened, he was being grabbed roughly by the hand and pulled away from his corner. He hit the hard floor wood with a loud smack and waited for the barrage of words and pain.

"Where the fuck have you been, huh? Thought you finally had the courage to run away? Looks like I was severely mistaken. You were probably over at the firecrotchs' house, am I right? That kid should know his place. Maybe I should teach it to him next time I see him," Luxord said as he slowly bent down closer to Demyx's face. The smell of Vodka, rotting teeth, and unbrushed breath reached Demyx's nose, causing him to gag. Demyx couldn't help the fury that rose in him when Luxord threatened his best friend Axel.

Axel had been the only one to ever see Demyx for who he really was. Not some troublesome son that was worth nothing more than a pile of shit. Axel had reached out to him and took care of him whenever it got too rough. Demyx would usually spend the night over at the Finemans' house when it would get to bad with his father.

"Don't you dare touch him!" Demyx yelled with all his might as he felt a burst of courage surge through his body. He skillfully ripped his hand out of the half-drunk man's grasp and made a run for the door. He reached for the knob and gave it a hard yank. The door flew open with unexpected ease and Demyx fled into the hallway. Just as Demyx was about to cross the living room, he felt a bone crushing blow to his head. He fell in an almost slow motion and landed on the hard breech wood. He lay there, dazed for a moment, till he saw Luxord loom towards him.

"Where do you think your going, huh?" Luxord asked as he grabbed the front of Demyx's shirt and lifted him up to meet his own dark blue eyes. His hair was a buzz cut of light blond hair sticking out in all directions. Demyx opened his mouth to answer but was promptly slapped across the face. "Thought you could get away with talking back to your own father? Maybe at that boy's house but I'll be damned if you try to pull that shit again in this house!"

Luxord then threw Demyx on the ground and proceeded to kick his stomach. Demyx tried to curl into a ball to try and evade the barrage of feet but soon lost the energy. Demyx heard the familiar crack and knew that he had broken one of his now severely bruised ribs. Demyx felt some blood begin to trickle from the side of his mouth. He quickly licked it away before Luxord saw. After a couple minutes, the kicks stopped and Luxord took out a cigarette.

"Get your ass off the ground. A couple friends are coming over to play poker in a bit. I don't want them seeing a pathetic piece of trash like you on my floor," Luxord then promptly walked away and into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

Demyx lay there for a bit and thought of his actions. That had been a pretty stupid move, but he couldn't take the chance. If Axel had gotten hurt because of him, he would probably kill himself to follow suit. Demyx slowly brought his knees under him, he winced at the pain the coursed through him but knew that if he didn't get up and out of the house now, Luxord would be back and even angrier. He slowly stood up and leaned against the wall. Taking short breaths, being careful not to breathe too deeply and risk puncturing anything, he slowly walked to the door. After a couple minutes, he finally got outside and was stopped by the obstacle known as stairs.

Luxord and Demyx lived in a low scale apartment on the second story. Axel's family lived only five minutes away, but Demyx knew it would take at least an hour to get there since he had to stop and breathe after every step. Demyx slowly started his long trek to his sanctuary. He took a slight breath as leg after leg; he forced his beat up body down the stairs. When he got to the bottom, he knew he shouldn't rejoice just yet. He slowly walked down the sidewalk and headed down the street.

His body started to argue against him as he began to get tired when he was only halfway there. His whole body ached when he saw a bus stop bench up ahead. As he got closer and closer he saw that there was someone else sitting on the seat. When the person finally became clear enough for Demyx to see, he saw that the person was familiar.

Zexion Noviello.

Demyx had had a couple classes with him over the years. He was known for always having his nose in a book, while Demyx was always known for goofing around with Axel and their friends. The two were two totally different personalities; therefore, they had never talked unless forced to, such as asking for a pencil or handing over a worksheet. Demyx wanted to bypass the bus stop at all cost— not wanting to get caught— but his body was already starting to fail on him.

He slowly limped over to the seat and shined his perfect smile. The smile that he spent day after day to perfect. He put his whole soul into the purely faux smile. It was just the right amount of lifted cheek bone, along with the seamless amount of teeth. It could mask any pain Demyx was dealing with and had the ability to fool anyone and everyone, except for Axel.

Axel was the only one who knew of Demyx's inner turmoil and could see through the fake act in a second. But, that just meant that Demyx had to get to Axel's house as soon as possible. Even if it meant resting for a few minutes.

"Mind if I sit here?" Demyx smiled and pointed to the free seat. Zexion looked up from his book and slightly inclined his head then went back to his novel. Demyx silently sighed in relief and slowly sat down. He moved as slow as possible, hoping the other boy wouldn't notice.

Zexion was a quiet one. Demyx never saw him with any friends. He was always by himself. He had slate colored hair that ran over only one eye but slowly ended at the end of his chin. His clothes were all the clothes you would see a quiet person wear. Just a simple hoodie and jeans. Nothing more, nothing less. That's what Zexion wore at this time, too.

When Demyx finally sat on the seat, he found the only position that didn't hurt him was leaning forward and slouching his back. He put his elbows on his knees and lay his head in his hands.

One more minute, one more minute, that's all he needed. Just one more minute and then he would be able to get up. Demyx kept on thinking this till he finally got up the courage to stand and head towards Axel's house once again. As he leaned forward to stand, one of his hands touched his ribs. Demyx inwardly gasped—sucking in unneeded air and silently cursing to himself hoping that Zexion hadn't noticed.

He slowly turned his cerulean blue eyes and met Zexion's darker blue orbs. His eyes held nothing but a blank look as Demyx quickly smiled and swung a hand behind his head to rub it in faux embarrassment.

"Haha, sorry about that! I was playing catch with my brother and missed. The ball nailed me right in the stomach!" Demyx skillfully lied as his still fake smile played across his lips. Zexion continued to stare as Demyx continued to stand up. When he finally stood up in a semi-straight position, he decided to wave goodbye to the silent boy. He slowly turned to wave but was surprised to see Zexion stand up and take a step towards him. Demyx took a surprised step back and winced at the unready pain.

"You don't have a brother," Zexion stated his eye still holding its contact. Demyx could only stare. His eyes mesmerized by the shorter ones. His eye contained just the perfect amount of blue to create a special color. How could he have seen through my perfect disguise using this eye? Demyx quickly broke eye contact and thought of another lie.

"Did I say brother? I meant Axel! He and I were—"

Demyx stopped talking when the city bus pulled up to the obvious bus stop. The doors opened and Zexion gave them a side ways glance before reaching down into his school bag. He took out a half empty water bottle and handed it to Demyx.

"Your face looks absolutely lurid," Zexion said as he walked towards the bus. "Drink the water before you get anymore dehydrated."

Demyx stood there staring at the bus as it drove off with the mysterious boy on board. How had he found out? Demyx was awakened from his thoughts when he felt his chest start to throb. He unscrewed the cap and downed the water. He contemplated whether he should throw it away or not. Demyx decided against it. After all, Zexion had been the first person to see through his disguise and not push him away since Axel.

When Demyx finally saw Axel's house come into view, he hurried up his pace. He stumbled up the steps and rapped his knuckles against the door. By now, the sun was already setting and Demyx hoped Axel's parents weren't home.

"Hello? Oh my God!"

A girl with maroon colored hair opened the door. Her eyes suddenly filled with worry as she told Demyx to stay put as swiftly ran into the house. Demyx heard some yelling and footsteps run for the door. Axel came into view, his bright red hair bringing out the emerald in his eyes. His teardrop tattoos on his cheeks stood out from the light of the foyer. Axel was still in his school clothes as he softly grabbed Demyx's shoulders and started looking him over.

"Demyx, what did he do? Do you need help? Wow, that was a stupid question. You wouldn't be here if you didn't! Shit man, you're a mess!" Axel said as he cautiously helped Demyx into the bathroom.

Axel told the girl with the maroon hair, Kairi, to go get some bandages and he left to go get some other items. Demyx stumbled over to the mirror to get a look at himself for the first time today. Demyx almost cursed at his stupidity for the second time today. His shirt was drooping over one shoulder and specks of blood covered the purple and black stripes on his shirt. His pants were somewhat normal, but Demyx realized his shoes had been haphazardly thrown on and looked about ready to fall off with the next step. He fixed his shoe using his feet and decided to finally look at his face. His eyes were a bit swollen and there were bits of dry blood and tears here and there. No wonder his lie had little to no effect on the slate haired boy. But, did that mean that the boy only pitied him? Demyx didn't have time to think any further as Kairi and Axel came into the bathroom bearing bandages, tape and scissors.

Demyx began to take off his shirt but immediately winced at the movement. He could barely lift his arms higher than his navel. Axel watched this and grabbed the scissors Kairi was holding. He cut through the cloth with ease and took off the unneeded shirt. Kairi gasped.

Kairi was Axel's little sister. She had always known about Demyx's issues but, usually, Axel kept her away. Axel's mother would usually help Demyx but she would also lecture him—telling him to tell the cops before she did. Demyx hated this. His father was the only person in his family he had left besides his uncle Zack and uncle Cloud. But, his father hated gays, so he would never let them within a hundred feet of the apartment. He would always threaten to call the cops on them; the two had no choice but to leave. Demyx knew that they wanted to take him away from his father but he knew he couldn't go with them. He was afraid. If the Feds did find out about Luxord, what would they do? They would probably send Demyx off to someplace, away from Axel. That was Demyx's biggest fear. To be separated from his one best friend.

"Dem, why did he hit you today?" Axel asked as he sat Demyx down on the side of the bathtub and proceeded to check him over and apply bandages where needed.

"Kick," Demyx corrected as he winced at a tender spot. Axel apologized and Demyx continued, "he-he threatened to teach you a lesson."

Axel looked up at the boy curiously and started to chuckle, "Dem, you know I can take care of myself. You don't need to be beaten to a shit on my account. Now, hold still," Axel said. Demyx softly smiled. He knew that getting beaten up for Axel was definitely worth it.

"Dammit,"Axel cursed as he turned to Kairi who stood in the doorway watching the two friends. "Call dad."

Demyx's eyes shot towards Axel's. They would never bother Axel's dad unless he had a broken bone or was in danger. Usually, Axel had gotten pretty good at makeshift splints and bandaging up bruises. Axel would read EMT medical books to study knew ways to help ease his friend's pain.

"Here," Kairi said as she handed him the phone. Axel grabbed it and put it on speakerphone so the three of them could hear. Kairi went and sat on the toilet while Axel went back to kneeling in front of Demyx. After a few rings, someone finally picked up.

"This better be important, I have a meeting with Mr. Noviello in a couple minutes."

"I believe he has two cracked ribs and it looks like one is very close to puncturing his lung," Axel said, practically ignoring his father's rant. The phone went silent for a bit as Axel's dad thought about the situation.

"Are there any signs of internal bleeding?"

"Yes, in the upper abdomen."

"Does it look severe?"

"Would I be calling you if it wasn't?" Axel said with a hint of sarcasm.

"…Is Kairi with you?"

"Yeah, cheerleading was canceled."

"…Alright, take my truck. Remember, if a cop pulls you over, tell them the medical excuse. If that doesn't work—"

"—tell them I'm Rude's son. I know dad. We will see you in a bit," Axel said as he hung up the phone and threw it to Kairi.

"You heard the man, go get ready. And get Dem a jacket while you're at it."

Axel looked back at Demyx and saw the worry that filled his eyes. He carefully leaned forward and hugged him.

"Don't worry. You're gonna be just fine. You can sit in the back with Roxas."

"Roxas?" Demyx questioned as Axel helped him stand up and walk to the foyer. Kairi came over and handed Demyx the coat, them proceeded to put her shoes on. Demyx was going to question why she gave him a jacket and not a shirt, when he remembered he couldn't put on a shirt.

"Yeah, he was originally supposed to come over so we can go see a movie but then you showed up," Axel explained as he also got on his jacket and shoes, letting Demyx lean against the wall for a minute before leaning him on his shoulder once more. He opened the door and revealed a very surprised Roxas—who had just been about to knock on the door. From where Roxas stood, the door was only open wide enough for him to see Axel's tall and lanky form.

"Hey there, Roxy. We're about to go on a little trip. Wanna come?" Axel asked. Roxas and Axel had been dating for around six months now, so Roxas was used to Axel's antics. But that wasn't the case today.

"Axel, are you trying to get out of going to the movies again?" Roxas asked as he put his hands on his hips. Axel pretended to think for a second before remembering something and answering.

"Nope! Now hold this." Axel said as he swung the door open the rest of the way and let Demyx stumble over to Roxas and lean against him. Roxas could only stare at the hurt Demyx before sighing and fixing his hold on the embarrassed dirty blond.

"S-sorry about that! I wasn't expecting Axel to leave and I didn't know you guys had a date tonight," Demyx said as he shined his fake smile to the surprised Roxas.

"Demyx, you're not intruding or anything. You are higher priority than I," Roxas stated, his expression going blank. Demyx's eyes widened when he realized Roxas was jealous of him.

"T-that's not true! I'm just a burden! Besides, he loves you. I'm just the troublesome friend while you are the loving boyfriend," Demyx said as he looked down at the ground with a sweet smile. It was his own jealousy that had been talking for him now. Oh, how Demyx wished he could find a boyfriend like Axel had. He envied love in general. Roxas could only stare at Demyx, feeling bad that he had made his boyfriend's best friend think about such things when he was obviously hurt.

"Alright! I'm back! Did you two kitties have any fun while I was gone?" Axel asked as he ushered Kairi out of the house and spun the keys around on his finger to find the right one for the house. He snagged the key and locked the door, then turned and swooped Demyx off of Roxas and onto him. The four all crowded into the old truck and Axel sat in the driver's seat. That's when Roxas knew something was up.

"Axel, why are you driving? And why are we in the truck? You only have your permit. You're not allowed to drive with any—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, Roxy. Did you really take a good look at Dem when I let him lean on you? Where do you think we're going?" Axel asked as he looked at Roxas in the rear view mirror and backed up the car. Roxas felt a bit bad about the comment but knew he deserved it. Demyx could only sit and watch the couple's agony drag on as they drove towards the hospital.

I wrote this story for everyone who knows what its like to have to go through the day and fake the way you feel. A faux smile plastered to your face and the scrutiny of others weighing down on you. But, I wrote this to prove that there is nothing you can hide from only 2 people in your life. Your best friend(s) and your lover, whether it's a boy or a girl, they will be the ones to truly understand you and who will stay by your side, no matter what.

Diclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the fake last names that I came up with( they were created using a name generater)!

Sorry about any mistakes that me and beta DreamingDaxern missed! I actually beta'd this once before but I left that copy at school! And it just so happens that today was my last day of it! oh the irony... Anyway! I hope you all like this story!

Saying the impossible but since the next chapter is already written, 10 reviews= Next chapter!

Love, Chi-chan