LOVE

part one


Axel coughed, looking down the long corridor. Supposedly, his room was down this one. His long, thin fingers clutched the tattered, worn out rag that was is duffle bag, emerald eyes scrunching up to read the number haphazardly written on his hand.

"S-17." He mumbled to himself. His voice was raspy as he hadn't spoken in days, plus he screamed bloody murder when he woke up in the hospital bed in the east wing, and who the hell knows how long it had been since they had cleaned this place.

Finally finding the room, he took the rusty key from the back pocket of his faded jeans. Droppng the once neon red bag to the floor, he fiddled with the age old lock. When he heard it click, he took a deep breath, winced as it raced down his raw throat, and shoved the lavender door open with a heave.

What greeted him were periwinkle walls, glaringly white flooring, a small tv, an unmade dorm style bed, empty desk, and a large fleur-de-lis esque window with a broken glass pane in it, and no curtains.

Shuffling his feet, he made his way across the chilly floor to the naked bed and dropped the bag on it with a thump. His few possessions were in there. Since they'd given him a uniform, he couldn't really wear his own clothes, except to bed and to other worlds, that is, when he wasn't on missions. If he were to go outside of his room, he had to have his requlation robe, boots, and gloves on, and black pants and a white t-shirt.

He sat on the thin mattress and emptired the sack. CD's, books, a few condoms (he'd simply emptied his drawers into the bag), and clothes tumbled out, clattering to the floor.

He really didn't give a shit. H ewas already pissed enough that that stupid guy… what was his name? Saix? Yeah. That Saix had gone through his stuff and confiscated a lot of it. He looked to the floor at what was left and noticed the condoms. Why hadn't he taken those, too?

Shrugging, he shoved the rest of his stuff to the floor and snooped through the drawers of the desk, finding blankets, a thin hospital-ish pillow, and sheets in them.

He quickly made the bed and hopped in, trying to calm himself. His window was level with the edge of the bed, and chilly air rushed in through the cracks. Sighing, he rolled over to face the other side of the room. Staring at the blank wall, he fell into a deep slumber.


Yeah, I know that was so super short. But I'm just trying to get to the point I can introduce Demyx. And sorry if I suck at this. I just do.

Oh, and thank you, AkuDemyfan :) The reviews really help me :)