Disclaimer: KH © Squeenix
Well, I've changed my mind. Instead of getting the series published, I've decided to just leave it a fanfic. The publishing process is extremely complicated and expensive, and as a teenager with no job, I can't exactly afford that, can I?
Chapter 2: Mistake
"Demyx."
The blonde stared up at Zexion cutely. "Hmm? Yeah?"
"I want you to do me a favor tomorrow."
"Hm? Okay, what is it?"
Zexion glanced toward the refigerator, which was visibale from his spot on the couch. "When you leave, I want you to grab the small dish of minced shrimp. Put some in Roxas Hikari's salad at lunch." He put a fake smile on his face. "It'll be a nice treat for him."
"Really?" Demyx grinned. It looked like Zexion was going to try and make friends after all.
Zexion nodded, and leaned down to peck at the blond's forehead.
Xigbar walked in with a chuckle. "Alright, break it up you two. Zex, it's time for dinner." He then nodded toward Demyx. "You stayin'?"
Demyx sat up off of Zexion's lap. "Nah. My mom is expecting me. Thanks for the offer though." He watched Zexion walk to the fridge while grabbed his stuff. He took the dish gingerly. "Now you're sure?"
"Positive…" Demyx grabbed his hand and they walked over to the front door. "You'll be alright walking home?"
"Yeah, I walk back and forth from my mom's to my dad's all the time." The blond smiled. "I'll be fine. Thanks for worrying about me."
Zexion turned away, hiding a tender blush. "Just checking. I wouldn't want you getting hurt…"
"Understandable." He dipped down, kissing Zexion softly. "Don't worry, I'll be careful."
By lunch the next day, Roxas still wasn't talking to Axel. In fact, he repeatedly would get up and go talk to Namine every time Axel tried to appoligize. After a while, Axel followed after him, which gave Demyx time to slip the shrimp into Roxas' salad. When had finished, the others had wandered up. Roxas then avoided speaking to Axel by shoving food into his mouth.
"What'd you do?" Demyx asked, seeing as he missed yesterday's argument.
"I called him a kid without thinking," the red head grumbled. "And now he's so pissed at me he won't let me appoligize."
Demyx shrugged off handedly, taking the twinkie Riku had offered him. "Maybe you just need to let him fume for a while. You're like that too, y'know."
"He's right," Sora muttered between mouthfuls of pizza. "Roxas is hard to talk to when he's mad. Let him cool off and he'll talk to you again."
"I suppose…" Axel looked at Riku. "Then again. Everyone's always saying that I'm a dumb fu-"
"OMIGAWD! Roxas!" Sora jumped over the table to Roxas, who was sitting there with his hands over his mouth and his face beginning to turn a pale blue. "Roxas! What's wrong? What's happening?"
"Mai ton…'S swoen…weal swoen…I can' bweav…" The blond let out a slight gag as he choked on his swealing tongue.
Axel quickly picked Roxas up around the waist. "Sora! Go tell the nurse we need and ambulance!" Riku was coaching Roxas in breathing as best he could. While the others left, Demyx sat there, absolutly mortified.
"You knew! You knew he was deathly allergic to shellfish!" Demyx stared teary-eyed at Zexion.
"It didn't hurt him."
"He could die! And it'll be all my fault!" Demyx then turned on his hell and ran off campus to the hospital. When he got to Roxas' room, the swealing had gone down considerably.
Roxas looked over as Demyx came in. "Oh…hi…"
Demyx's ocean colored orbs watered. "…I'm sorry…"
"huh?"
"It's my fault." Everyone stared at him. "…I put shrimp in your salad at lunch. I'm sorry…"
"Oh…it's alwight…"
"No, it's not." Axel grwoled, standing menicingly over Demyx. "You could have killed him Dem."
"I know."
"So what the hell were you thinking?" he shouted, shoving Demyx's shoulder roughly.
"I didn't know Axel!" The sitar player rubbed his shoulder as he stared pleadingly at his best friend. "I didn't know he was allergic. If I did, I wouldn't have-"
"You're so full of shit it's coming out of your ears!" Axel shoved the blond out of the room before slamming the door.
"Axel, I-!" The blond sighed, tears falling down his cheeks. "…I said I was sorry…didn't I…?" Had he known, he wouldn't have done it. Had he known it would come to this, he wouldn't have done it. But it seemed to Demyx that he was blamed for everything that went wrong. Maybe he was bad luck. Maybe he should just leave. The thought scared him. And yet… A part of him thought it would be best. He smiled sadly, waving numbly to the door. "…bye guys…"
