Well this idea just came into my head one day in history, so yea! haha
Of course, Akilina-chan helped me write some of it and edited.(I don't do well writing on my own.) haha
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Oh man...What's wrong with me? I feel...sick. Axel stopped on his way to the kitchen. He felt worse than he ever had before. He started walking again down the boring white hallway, and when he reached the kitchen he saw Demyx looking through the cupboards. Demyx turned his head, took one look at Axel, and ran over to him.
"Axel! What's wrong? You look terrible!" Demyx said, looking concerned for his friend.
"I don't feel so hot either." Axel's gloomy mood, made so by his health problem, was lightened by his own lame pun. Demyx thwacked him for it, but it was funny, nevertheless. His good mood dissipated, for Demyx had hit his head with a wooden spoon and he had suddenly developed a splitting headache, and he went to sit down at the large table, immediately slumping in his not-so-comfortable chair.
"Do you think you have a fever?" Demyx asked. He took a seat opposite Axel.
"How would I know that? All I know is I woke up and felt terrible." Axel felt his forehead. It was ice cold.
"Whoa! Demyx, my head! It's freezing cold!" Demyx reached over and felt Axel's forehead and jerked his hand back at how cold it was.
"Axel! What happened?" Demyx looked shocked. He was staring at Axel as if he could figure out what was wrong just by looking at his forehead.
"I-I don't know! What's wrong with me? I'm never cold! NEVER! I'm not called The Flurry of Dancing Flames because I'm COLD! What am I supposed to do?! This isn't normal! M-maybe Vexen could help!" Axel stood up and looked at Demyx who was still sitting.
"Demyx? Hello? Anybody in there?" Axel reached over and knocked on Demyx's head.
Demyx didn't move for a few seconds, then finally he spoke, "Uh...Axel? T-turn around."
"What? Turn around? Ok...whatever you say." Axel turned around and was just as speechless as Demyx had been. All the cupboards and countertops were frozen solid. Axel stood there like a statue until Demyx came up behind him.
"Axel, I-I think you need t-to go see V-vexen." Demyx stuttered, still amazed at the crystal covering that was all over the kitchen.
Axel still wasn't moving, so Demyx walked up to him and waved his hand in front of his face.
"Wha? Vexen? Y-yea ok, let's go," Axel said coming out of his trance. He stumbled out the kitchen and up the stairs to Vexen's lab.
Demyx knocked quietly on the big wooden door flew open and Vexen stood there looking at Demyx and Axel.
"Well? Is there something you need?" Vexen asked. He was standing there with his arms folded.
"It's Axel," Demyx said, "Something's wrong with him."
"Weellll? What is it? Come on, keep talking!" Vexen said impatiently.
"Well, you see, a few minutes ago when we were in the kitchen, he-" but Demyx stopped speaking. He looked around. "We'll...uhm...just be going! See you later!" Demyx grabbed Axel's arm and started to pull on it. Vexen gave him a look that clearly questioned his sanity, and turned around to walk back into the room, but stopped when he noticed what had happened to his room.
"Come on, Axel! Hurry!" Demyx said desperately to a confused Axel.
"But, Demyx, I thought you said I should ask Vexen for help!" Axel said, struggling against Demyx's consistent pulling.
"WHAT? What happened to my lab?! I didn't do this!" Vexen said. He turned back around and stared at Axel and Demyx struggling. Comprehension dawned on his face. "YOU!" He pointed at Axel. "YOU FROZE MY LAB!!!"
Axel, thinking that it would be best to successfully escape Vexen's wrath eluded the situation perfectly.
"What? Me? I'm the element of FIRE! You're ice. I didn't do that. YOU DID. Don't go blaming other people for your OWN mistakes."
He grabbed Demyx's arm and stormed off, leaving Vexen there fuming.
"Well, what do we do now?" Demyx asked, clueless. He was all out of ideas after Vexen.
"We go see the smartest one here." Axel said confidently, before he ironically passed out from heat stroke. He DID have a fever.
"Axel!" Demyx bent over and felt Axel's forehead. He was even colder than before. Demyx stood back up. "Oh man...he shouldn't have been walking around. Now I'll have to drag him to Zexion. Great. Just great." He bent over and started dragging Axel, and was on the way to see Zexion, when he passed Roxas.
"Demyx! What'd you do to Axel?!" A look of horror was all over Roxas' face.
"No, no, I didn't do anything to him! He's sick, and just passed out because he was walking around when he should've been resting." Demyx explained straining under the weight of dragging Axel so far.
"Ooh. Ok!" Roxas looked relieved, "Do you need some help?"
"Yes, that would be great! I'm taking him to Zexion." Demyx said, glad that he wouldn't have to drag Axel the whole way by himself. Roxas walked over and grabbed Axel's feet, and the two carried him to Zexion's room.
Roxas set Axel's feet down and knocked on the door.
"Come in" Zexion said through the door. Roxas opened the door, and Demyx dragged Axel in. Zexion was sitting in a chair reading a book, but looked up to see who was coming in his door to interrupt him from reading.
"What's tha- Is that Axel?! What happened to him?" Zexion stared at Demyx pulling Axel in. Demyx got through the door and pulled Axel over to the wall and propped him up. Roxas stood against the wall staring at the gigantic collection of books Zexion had collected on his bookshelves that took up two of his walls. Zexion looked from Demyx to Roxas, still waiting for an answer. "Well? What happened?"
"Well you see Axel's sick, and long story short, he needs your help." Demyx said. He leaned back in the chair he'd been sitting in waiting for Zexion's reply.
"Hmm..." Zexion stood up and walked over to Axel. "He looks terrible. Has he been resting?" Zexion looked over at Demyx, since Roxas was still standing there counting silently how many books there were.
"Well...uhm no." Demyx answered.
"Hmm...that was not a good idea. He should've stayed in bed...Maybe Vexen would have a-"
"No, that's not going to happen. Vexen can't be part of this plan." Demyx said. Both Zexion and Roxas were looking at him now. "Don't ask, but just don't include Vexen in this." Demyx said. Roxas went back to counting Zexion's books, and Zexion stood up and crossed his arms while he was thinking.
"Wh-what happened?" Axel said, apparently awakening.
Roxas quit counting the books and looked over, "Axel! You're awake!" he said enthusiastically.
"You passed out from walking around too long." Demyx said.
Axel looked around for a second or two. He was obviously surprised that Demyx had managed to ACTUALLY figure out that the smartest one in the castle was Zexion. Maybe he isn't all that dumb after all. Even if he is blond. Axel started to stand up, but Zexion stopped him. "You better wait a while and just rest." Axel knew Zexion was right, so he didn't argue. Instead he sat back down and slumped against the wall.
"Ok, Axel, I need to ask you some questions, so we can figure out how you got sick, and then find a cure." Zexion said. Axel closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall.
"Ok, go for it." Axel said.
"Right. Then, can you think of anything that could've made you sick?" Zexion asked. Everyone was watching Axel now, waiting for his answer. Axel sat up.
"Hmmm... nope. Although, I never even knew that nobodies could GET sick." Axel said.
"Ok. Well when did you start feeling sick?" Zexion questioned. While he was talking he got up and walked over to his bookshelf and looking through his books.
"Well, I started feeling sick this morning." Axel said, watching Zexion as he moved from shelf to shelf looking for some book.
"Explain everything to me that's happened since you woke up." Zexion said. So together, Axel and Demyx explained to Zexion (and Roxas) what had happened.
After all the explaining was over Zexion stared at Axel. He was contemplating something important, every person in the room could tell.
After chuckling to himself and smirking ever so slightly, he grabbed a sticky note from his desk, scribbled something on it, and slapped it on Axel's icy cold forehead.
"The 'doctor' prescribes rest and isolation from similar Nobodies of the illness' element. That means no Demyx. Now get out. I'll tell you when I've figured out what exactly happened."
Axel reached up and took the post-it note from his forehead, read it over (It said almost exactly as Zexion had said himself) and grumbled to himself about Zexion being a complete stuck-up ass. Demyx laughed and walked off, orders, remember? And Roxas helped Axel back to his room
There he lay now, awaiting Zexion's theory, even if it is going to turn out preposterous.
Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! Next chapter will be out soon! Please review! R.E.V.I.E.W. :D