Ello to the Jello. (: I'm backsss. This story interests me somehow. It relates to my life.
I got my Jack and Sally shirt in yesterday(: At like 5:00 at night o.o
On with the story.
Saint Peter is an odd guy in this story. O.o And Larxene is a good girl, not a crazy person. :D
Call me out for OOC? bite me.
The light was so blinding, I had to shield my eyes. The sweet voices around me that sounded like my friends were so comforting, yet so disorienting at the same time. The pain burning in my arm overtook my whole body. Where was I? What in the hell was going on? My whole body feel weighted down, but I wanted to see that special place. The one that was in front of me, the one I could see so clearly. The golden streets were calling my names, and I wish I could move my feet to pass the gates that rose a good sixty feet into the light. I tried moving my foot forward, but my body wasn't responding. Then in the next instant, there was a man dressed in pure white standing before me. I couldn't even find my voice to speak.
"I am Saint Peter, state your name. Speak only when spoken to, move only when told to."
"Z-Zexion," My voice was there, but I couldn't speak otherwise. Saint Peter entered my name in his PDA.
"Why are you here today, Zexion?"
"If I knew, I'd tell you. Honestly, I have no clue." Where am I?
"Tell me what you remember," The old man said, stroking his long white beard. "I can grant you clarification."
"I remember Demyx making fun of me, and how much I hated him. For some reason, I actually cared what he said and I cut myself."
The piece of machinery that Saint Peter held let off a buzzing noise. Saint Peter gasped, "You are not wanted here. Someone needs you back on Earth."
"What? Who?"
"It's against the rules to tell you," Saint Peter whispered. His hands were rough on my shoulders, and he pushed me backwards. I was falling out of the clouds. I was about to make a crash landing on Earth!
In an instant, my mind was reattached with my body. "Hnnn?" I groaned.
"Zexion?" Demyx prodded, "Zexy?"
"Nnnhn, don't call me that." I growled. I couldn't open my eyes. "Why are you here?"
"We're on shifts, and I get the night shift. Just because I'm the cause of this."
"Mhmm," I panted. "Why can I not open my eyes?"
"The doctor has you on Morphine, and right now you're making no sense."
"What do you mean?" I whispered.
"You're talking nonsense. I mean, I swear you're talking about ham one second and then you . . . nevermind." Demyx chuckled once before adding, "You're really cute when you're asleep."
"How long was I out?"
"About twenty-four hours," Demyx sighed.
"How long have you been here?"
"A few days, no one will let me leave until you're healed. Mentally and Physically." Demyx added under his breath, "If the mental healing ever happens, that is."
"I heard that."
"You were supposed to."
". . ." I opened my eyes, and the light shrunk my pupils.
Demyx looked at me, "I'm sorry about the way I acted the other day. It was way out of line, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken it out on a cute, sensitive boy like you. I don't even know why I said it, I always liked you. You're a good kid, Zexy."
"Don't call me that."
Demyx rolled his eyes and sighed, "I guess you want me to leave, then?"
"That'd be great," I hissed; my voice laced with hatred. I looked at Demyx and rolled my eyes. "Bring Roxas or Sora in, anyone but you."
Demyx looked at me; I could see the hurt behind his eyes. "Fine, I'll make Larxene come in."
I looked out the window, sighing loudly. The moon was high in the sky, and I swear I could almost hear Saint Peter laughing at me.
"Zexion? You're awake?"
"Yeah, big deal. Why did that asshole send me back to this giant hellhole people call Earth?"
"What asshole? Zexion, what are you talking about?"
"Nevermind," I sighed. "Just keep Demyx away from me, okay?"
"No can do, boss. He has been constantly worried about you since you . . . you know. He never insisted on leaving until you told him to." She paused, looking around the room. "He even upgraded your hospital room with his. own. money."
"Why is he doing this to me?"
"I think he loves you, maybe," She said in an annoying, sing-songy voice. "No, actually, he feels guilty that he did this to you."
Someone knocked on the door. With every bone in my body, I hoped it wasn't Demyx. "Can I please, please, please come in?"
"Fine, but don't talk to me."
"I think you love him too," Larxene sang, dancing out of the room.
I growled. "This is getting so annoying," I mumbled under my breath.
"What is?" Demyx asked, his eyes widening with surprise.
"Not knowing what the hell I feel anymore. I mean, of course I know that I feel annoyed at the fact that I have no idea what to expect anymore." I sighed, "Maybe I should just stop talking before I end up coming to a conclusion that I—"
"Love me?" Demyx asked.
"No, that I have ADHD, idiot. Are you really that full of yourself?"
"I heard Larxene when she left; I figured that maybe you did."
"Yeah right, pretty boy." I rolled over onto my side and looked at my pants. I had regular blue jeans on, I never wore blue jeans. "Yikes, who dressed me?"
"I did," Demyx noted, slightly chuckling.
"Y-you . . . dressed me?!" Oh my god, what if he saw my . . . oh lord.
I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day. You've got me in a spin, but everything is A-Okay.
"Hello?" Demyx asked, holding the phone to his ear. "Yeah, he's okay. No I haven't— SHIT!" Demyx screamed, dropping his phone. The speaker-phone was activated.
"Well then you should tell Zexion instead of sitting on you—" Demyx hit the speaker button. I recognized that voice as Axel's cinnamon-scented voice.
"DUDE! Can you be kind of more careful what you say?" He hissed. "I'm gonna go. Call back later."
I was staring at Demyx for the longest time. "Nice ringtone," I giggled.
"It's been my favorite song for a few weeks."
"What do you have to tell me?"
". . . nothing, don't worry about it."
Axel paraded into the room a few minutes, via teleport. He still had a little of the black transportation essence around him. "Do you mind if I talk to Zexion for a few seconds?"
"Yes, I do," Demyx crossed his arms.
"I won't say anything, I promise," Axel said, grinning at Demyx. He looked at me. "Make your chum leave."
"He's not my 'chum', and Demyx, get out," I ordered.
Demyx whimpered, bumping into Axel on his way out. Axel closed the door, and then sat down on the edge of the hospital bed. "So, kid . . . I heard some things about you. I want you to confirm them, okay?"
"Okay?" I asked.
"Is it true that you're either gay or bi?"
"No," I answered truthfully. "Neither." I looked forward, "I'm straight as a stripper pole."
"Then that's a big fat 'no' to my next question," Axel noted.
"Which is?"
"Never mind."
"Is it true that you . . . did this to yourself because of Demyx?"
"Yes," I whispered. "It just got to me."
What Axel did next, I would never expect in a million years.
He leaned in, kissing my cheek and all the way over to the edge of my lips. My lips quivered slightly, and then he kissed down my neck. I could feel the hairs on my neck standing at attention. "Demyx is in love with you." Then, he kissed me full on the lips. My eyes widened, before pulling away. "I'm sorry; Demyx likes it when I did that."
I shook my head, "It's okay."
"He moaned your name when we had sex that night, that's why he was so pissed off—"
Demyx opened the door. "Out, NOW. Axel, get OUT."
"See you later, little periwinkle beauty."
I couldn't look at Demyx. I had no doubt in my mind that I probably never would look at him. "When do I get out of here?" I asked, looking at the floor.
"Doctor said that you'll be released tomorrow, after having a psyche test."
My life is great.
"So, Zexion," The doctor said, strutting into the room with his lovely blue clipboard in his hand, "it seems that you are a serious bipolar. You are taking the stuff out on yourself and that's what makes it serious. Endangerment of any person is considered serious bipolarity. I'm going to write you a prescription, and you can go pick up the medicine."
"I'm getting out?"
"Yes, and . . . wake your boyfriend up. He's been really scared for you." He angled his head at Demyx.
"Oh, no . . . Demyx, he's not my boyfriend. Just a really clingy boy."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Pretty damn sure."
"Well, if you ever come out of the closet, make sure to tell me first. Or judging the way you look at him, second."
I couldn't help but laugh at my doctor as he left the room. I sprung from my bed, stretching my arms high above my head. "Z . . . Zex-Zexion," I heard Demyx mutter.
I didn't look at him. I walked to the bathroom, turning on the hot water in the shower. I undressed, stepping into the shower quickly.
After my shower, I ran head on into Demyx' chest. I looked up at his face and it was blank. "I need to clean up, if you don't mind."
"What happened?" I asked, overcome with curiosity.
"Wet dream," He admitted. "Now move."
I stepped to the side, with a blush on my cheeks. He had said my name while he was dreaming, what if it was about me?
I stepped back into the bathroom, pulling the shower curtain back. "Demyx, guess what! The doctor said that I get out today!"
"That's great, Zexion, but can you wait until I'm not naked?"
"Huh?" I asked, looking down and blushing. "Oh, I'm just so excited!" Demyx stared at me for a few seconds. "Sorry! Leaving now. Heh."
I waited a little too impatiently for Demyx to get out of the shower. I was shaking and bouncing up and down. When I started pacing, I figured I was going to go crazy before I talked to him. I sighed, looking at my feet as I strolled back and forth, in an infinite pattern, one foot in front of the other.
"Are you okay?" Demyx asked. He was sitting down on the bed, looking at me. I was so caught up in being nervous that I hadn't noticed him walking into the room.
He stood up, placing a hand on my cheek. "Are you okay?" He repeated, but I couldn't find the voice to respond.
His lips were only millimeters from mine; our eyes were gazing at each other's. My sea-green orbs searched his flawless emerald eyes for any hint of emotion; the only emotion was hinted was a tinge of shimmer. My lips were pressed to his immediately, and I pulled back.
What had I done?
I didn't know what I was feeling, for this emotion was one I rarely used. I looked at Demyx, then at the floor. "Get. Out," I growled.
I don't know why I said it, or how I found my voice. My voice was so over-powering that Demyx squeaked before obeying me. He sent Larxene in, and she stood, staring at me with a blank expression that my mother would use.
I stayed silent for a few moments, looking at her. "What just happened?" She asked.
"I honestly don't know."
I was baffled and certainly confused. Everyone was lined up like they expected something. Who made these crazy plans for a "Welcome Home Zexion" party?
Demyx looked at me from across the room and I scowled. Not only have I been avoiding him, but I refused to look at him. He wasn't smiling or jumpy anymore, it was like someone had sucked out all of his energy. Guess who the energy-sucker is?
I sighed. It's not like I didn't feel sorry for him, I completely shut him out after I kissed him. I waltzed up to Axel, grinning.
"Hey Axe."
"Hey Zexion, wanna drink?" He asked, holding the glass out for me.
"We're playing Russian Roulette with drinks."
"Oh?" I asked, clearly confused.
"Yeah, one of the drinks is laced. We all take one, and then someone has to play babysitter to the drugged one. We pull the sitter's name out of the hat."
I grabbed a glass of the stuff, hoping that it wasn't the laced one. I sipped heavily, and Demyx walked up to me. "Can I have a drink of that? I'm so thirsty." I held the glass out, and he finished the rest of it off. "If you get the drugs then I do too."
"Demyx," Axel called out. "You're the sitter."
"Who am I sitting?"
"Look for a glass with a blue tint to it."
He looked around, "Oh no . . . ," He gasped, looking at me.
I didn't catch the rest; I was trying to walk up the stairs. Demyx followed close behind me, giggling with me. We stumbled into the room together.
"I love you, Zexion."
"Mmmmn," I groaned, looking around.
I collapsed on the bed, closing my eyes. I just couldn't sleep.
I awoke in the morning with a horrible headache, and my ass cheeks were in pain. I sat up slowly, as Demyx danced into the room.
"Ah, Demyx I'm naked! Get out!"
He looked at me. "Not like I haven't seen it before."
"Hnn?" I asked. "Oh, the time when you dressed me . . . at the hospital."
He looked at me. "You don't remember?"
"Remember what?" I asked, scratching my brow.
"You . . . d-don't remember?" Demyx asked, fighting back tears.
He fled from the room quickly, and I fell back. What was so important that I didn't remember?
Cause you can shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah you know what to do. You're a hot mess, and I'm lovin' it, hell yes.
Danananaa! I wrote the beginning over a month ago, so.. o.o..
Likey?
Review, now.
And you'll find out what happened! D:
