"Umm...excuse me, Mr-" The nurse addressed the young man who was nervously pacing in the waiting room.
"C-call me Demyx..." replied the band leader."What's wrong with Zexion, will he be okay?"
"...Just come with me..." said the nurse, holding back tears.
When Demyx entered Zexion's room, the first thing he saw was the still figure of his friend, resting on the hospital bed.
"Zexy!" he exclaimed, attempting to give the boy a hug through all the tubes and wires that encased him. However, Zexion's body felt colder than ice and he did not appear to respond to Demyx's warm embrace."Zexy...?"
"I'm so sorry, dear." Another nurse said gently. "We couldn't stop the bleeding after we removed the bullet. Your friend passed away during the operation."
Demyx simply stared in shock. How could Zexion die? Zexion, his best friend, his partner in crime? The Zexion that would spend many a sleepless night devising lyrics for Demyx's new songs...who went to every single one of the band's concerts, no matter when and where they were...who shoved his was through oceans of fangirls to offer a simple smile for a job well done...how could he die?
Demyx had known that the bullet was meant for himself, for the shot came from a member of a rival band. Zexion had shielded the young musician with his own body, and all Demyx could do was watch his friend heart be pierced by the fatal bullet, hear his surprised gasp of pain, see his slight smile at Demyx, knowing his sacrifice had not been in vain; the young blond was safe.
No, no...Zexion can't be gone...
"His funeral should be planned now and his will should be seen. We need to contact his insurance provider-" The nurse interrupted his thoughts quietly and politely, but to Demyx she might as well have sneered at him or spat in his face.
'SHUT UP!" Demyx screamed, bolting out of the hospital and into the streets. The nurse knew better than to stop him; they were aware that this happened quite often. Traverse Town wasn't the safest place to live, anyways.
Demyx continued to run, his heart thundering in his chest. He was unaware of anything but the dread weight of despair that rested on his shoulders like a two-ton boa constrictor, slowly choking him and suffocating him...
Hot tears ran down his cheeks, only to be snatched away by the relentless wind of his desperate attempt of escape from this nightmare.
To him, the world was over; without Zexion, what was the point of having fun? Being in the band? Living?
Thunderous gunfire sounded around him, but Demyx hardly noticed. As his heart shattered emotionally and physically, his last thought was of his friend.
Zexion, if this means I can see you again...so be it...
AN: Haha, Zemyx angst! This is my first time trying to write something angstyish, and Zemyx, for that matter.
Many thanks go to IcyThunder, my awesome beta who made this 200% better, in my opinion.
Also, I do have a companion story/prequel of sorts planned out. I just need to get off my lazy bum and write it...maybe after school is over.