Title: Check the Mirror, Sweetheart

DemyxRoxas

Chapter Title: Alive (barely)

Summary: "What happened? 'My face.' Ha. Okay. Seriously though."

Warning: Um. This isn't a story for children. ^_^;; there's definitely some language… and later on some violence and slightly mature themes. I gave you fair warning!!!

"Ooh baby you're too pure

You're too pure for this

Wicked world.

Your date is uncorrupted

But does something

Skip inside you?"

He looked like shit. No exaggeration. Demyx Mizuki smelled as if he had ran a marathon, tripped, but kept running, a week or two ago, and sure as hell showed it.

"Can I crash here for the night?"

'Sure. And take a shower. Then bleach the tub and burn the towel you use.'

As much as I wanted to say it, I just didn't have the heart to.

"Sure, Dem. As long as I get the story tomorrow. And if you take a damned shower."

… So I slipped. Boo-frickin'-hoo. The blonde grinned anyways and nodded.

"Yeah. Thanks." I let my loner friend in and shut the door.

"I'm going back to bed. You wake me for anything short of my mother or father calling me from their death beds and I'll rip your dick off and feed it to a raccoon." I grumbled, throwing a towel at Demyx and flopping back onto my bed. He laughed and shook his head.

"Sure, man. Thanks."

COFFEE. My savior.

I sighed contentedly as I sunk a bit more into my chair, coffee in hand. I had the craziest dream last night, too. Demyx came over, and he was such a mess. Like he was running from the law or something. And for some reason I threatened him with a raccoon… Raccoons are nocturnal. And they like to eat my garbage… I wish I had a rifle… and I could take care of the raccoon problem…

"Morning, Roxas." A sudden voice greeted my ears.

"JAYSUSFRIGGINCHRISTMAS!" I soon had a lap full of hot Hot HOT coffee, which led to many more expletives and me racing to my bedroom to change. Around ten minutes later, after soothing my semi-burnt thighs and changing, albeit uncomfortable in my current state, I emerged from my room. I entered the kitchen to see Demyx reading the paper in my seat… and eating the breakfast I had made for myself.

"We're going to forget what happened." I said, pouring myself a new cup of coffee (no, I will never learn my lesson).

"Forget what?" He asked casually.

'Thank you, God!' "I don't know. SO. What br…" My sentence trailed off and lingered as soon as I noticed a harsh gash on Demyx's face, going from the bridge of his nose to his lower left jaw.

"What the hell happened to YOU?"

"… my face." Demyx replied, munching on my toast. Which is when I reclaimed my meal, much to his dismay.

"Ha. Okay. Seriously though."

He filled me in on quite a tale and I almost had a hard time believing it. But then I remembered who I was talking to. Of COURSE he would get caught up in shit with shady people for borrowing $500 for food, a pretty whore, and a tuner for his sitar, which now lay broken and abandoned in some alleyway downtown.

"And you crashed here why?" He chucked nervously and scratched the back of his head.

"Ummm… they know where I live?"

'Are you shitting me? Really? How stupid can you get?! If they followed him HERE I'm fucking kicking his ASS.' I gave him an irritated look and sighed.

"Well, since you can't friggin GO HOME…" I muttered, rubbing my forehead. "Yeah, I guess I can help you out. But you will owe me SO much." It was really tough to think in the morning. "I ain't gonna give you all of it right away, so you can, like, be my maid or something." I chuckled at the thought of Demyx in a maid outfit.

"You're so fucked up, Roxas. Really. Now get your mind out of the gutter." The blonde said. "I will NOT dress up like a maid."

I stopped my chortling and looked him dead in the eye. "Do you want me to help with the $500 or not?" I almost died of laughter from the look on his face. I looked upon his reaction, which was a mixture of horror, curiosity, and revulsion. I wish I had a camera.

"I hate you."

"Oh, of course you do. Who doesn't?" I laughed half-heartedly and drank some of my coffee. "So, I'll pay you… lets see… I can really only give you about 25 or 30 dollars a week."

"And I have my job over at Pac Sun. Which pays me $25 for the one day a week that I work there."

"Why yes you do, you pretentious bitch. So, that means you'll be out of here… 2 and a half months."

'Fuck my life.'

"Unless, of course, you could give me more money…" Demyx prodded.

"Don't push it."

A/N: Yeah, I didn't say this up top, but this is dedicated to CherryFlavoredChalk. Because she actually got me writing again. Peace out, Holmes. Oh. And the song. Thanks to The Posies.