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Organization Sickness
Chapter 1
Axel woke up in his warm bed, opening his eyes from a dreamless sleep. Or at least, it should have been a warm bed. It was freezing. His room is always about 5 degrees hotter than the rest of the rooms, and yet the pyromaniac felt as though he was at hell on ice. That was especially unusual.
None the less, Axel got out of bed, shivering as his bare feet touched the floor. He could put a shirt on to go with the black pajama pants he was wearing, but then he would be too hot. He couldn't have a fever, could he?
"Ugh..don't tell me I'm sick. I can't be sick! The flurry of Dancing Flames never gets sick!" Axel scolded himself, but yet denied the truth.
As he went into the bathroom he shared with the Melodious Nocturne and looked in the mirror, all he could do was stare at himself in awe.
His once spiky hair was now drooping down on his back, and a few strands were covering his face. His already pale form was now clammy and a shade whiter than usual. The dark rings under his eyes weren't helping, either.
Shivering, he was going to try and continue with his day none the less.
"Whatever, it's no big deal. Probably just because I'm not awake yet. I'll feel better soon." Axel kept avoiding the truth. He hated being sick, because that meant being vulnerable, being worried over, having to take foul-tasting medicine, and if you're ill enough, it sometimes meant a trip to see Vexen. Something Axel really didn't want to have to do.
Just as he started shivering again was then that Demyx walked into the bathroom without him knowing.
"Hey Axel, what's-augh! What happened to you?!" Demyx asked Axel after seeing his reflection in the mirror.
The pyromaniac jumped and turned to face his friend.
"N-nuffing! I'm fibe!" Axel tried to tell his friend. Great…He was so congested that he didn't even sound right when he talked.
"You're…what?" the blonde asked.
"fibe! I'm…" number VIII sighed, knowing it was hopeless to try to tell his friend.
"Axel, are you sick? You look terrible." Demyx tried to get some answers.
"No! I'll be okay." Axel tried to convince him, even though he already had a lot of proof against himself.
The sitarist moved to touch Axel's forehead, causing both of them retaliate immediately.
"Your hands are like ice!" the red-head scolded Demyx
"And your forhead is on fire! More than usual, anyways!" Demyx argued with Axel
"Ish not!" The Flurry of Dancing Flames objected.
"Yes it is!' the blonde tried to tell him again.
"Ish not!" Axel cried, and jumped at Demyx, planning to tackle him. Big mistake.
His vision started swimming, and he couldn't stand up anymore. Trying not to pass out, Axel moaned and sat down on the cold floor.
"Whoa..you doing okay, there?"
"I shaid I'm fibe!" Axel growled as best he could with his now sore throat.
He got up off of the floor, but then something else decided to go wrong. Something inside Axel decided to disagree with him, and he just barely made it to the toilet on time to empty the contents of his stomach.
Demyx watched from the corner of his eye in worry before deciding Axel's worst fear.
"That's it, Ax…we're going to see Vexen. You have to go to the lab."
"Wh-what? No! Don' make me go vere!" Axel tried to object, but when he tried to get up, he got just as dizzy as before, and didn't have time to react when Demyx put one of his arms around his shoulder and took him through a portal, indeed, towards the lab.
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Alright, guys. You know what time it is. Please Read and Review so I don't lose my confidence or inspiration! And also, I know I keep procrastinating, but Wrong Turn will be updated by the end of march break. I have over a week, so you can all hurt me if I don't post in time. Thanks for reading.