Here is the second installment in Perhaps We Do...!!! Again, Ericka helped me write this so I disclaim that along with not owning Kingdom Hearts (sadly.. )
Demyx nodded weakly and didn't dare resist Zexion's help.
"Ze... Zexy...?" He asked, eyes closed tightly so he wouldn't have to see the blood.
"Don't Go..." He begged upon Zexion returning with a first aid kit. Zexion said it was going to sting, Demyx was confused until the pain occurred. Hissing slightly, Demyx clenched his teeth together to get through the pain.
"Zexion what's going...?! Demyx?!" Marluxia demanded, color draining away from his face. The Graceful Assassin slid into the room and locked the nearly broken door behind him. He pushed his pink hair out of the way and stared at the scene.
"Suicide?!" Obviously late to the catch, Marluxia realized that Demyx had gone depressed and tried to hurt himself. Demyx opened his eyes slightly as Zexion brushed away some hairs from his face.
"It... It hurts..." Demyx's face was wet with tears as he spoke with a shaky voice. He smiled weakly, trying to make Zexion's worries decrease. With his good hand, he wrapped it around the back of Zexion's neck and pulled him into some sort of hug. He ran a hand through Zexion's hair softly, and felt something within himself. More pain ran through his arm, the pain lessened but was still intense.
He whispered the single word 'Academic' into Zexion's ear before letting his hand loosen in Zexion's hair and soon fall onto the bed beside him. The bandages slowly began to turn a red color, the wound still would not close. Demyx normally would've tried to heal himself but his energy was so diminished that he couldn't.
"I have to get The Superior!" Marluxia jumped to his feet, and started to make his way to the door, not sure whether or not getting Xenmas was a good idea.
"Do...Don't..." His voice barely audible, Demyx hissed out this word to Marluxia who probably couldn't hear it at all. If Xenmas found out then he certainly would hurt Demyx worse than Demyx could imagine.
'Nobodies may seem to have feelings, but this is a ruse---they only pretend to have hearts'
A weak smile danced upon the slateblue-haired Nobody. Eyes widened just a bit, the Schemer held his breath. Being pulled into some form of a hug, Zexion had his arms on both sides of Demyx, to keep his balance. He continued to breathe, calming down every time Demyx's hand ran through his hair. He closed his eyes, forgetting about everything, until. . . Academic was whispered to him. The musician's arms fell to his side. . . The Sixth pulled himself up, gripping at his knees as he nodded.
Zexion glanced over his shoulder at the voice of the pink-haired Nobody. He bit his lip as he clenched his hands. He couldn't be harsh on the other, but when one was dealing with some sort of situation like this, getting the Superior just wasn't that all the best idea.
"Marluxia! Don't!"
The Cloaked Schemer hissed as he leaped off the bed, gripping onto the others coat. Each second that passed, his grip grew tighter. Harming the other was not his plan unless he had to. To keep this a secret, Zexion was willing to do whatever. No one had to suffer, not even Demyx. If the Superior came to know about this incident, then more hell would rise for the Nocturne.
Today, what was supposed to be your average day, chatting with your friends on some strange internet chat you have somehow came upon. . . Having to find out that one of the members form the very same Organization you were in, trying to kill themself because of their best friend treating him like crap just because he told some people of what they truly are. . . It was something he just didn't see coming.
All he wanted to do was just spend his day in the library. . . Read a good book here and there. . . Surf the web, but. . . That was something that would truly never come true when you lived a life like this. . . A life with no heart, no one appreciated you.
"Please, Marluxia. . . Don't."
The Sixth pleaded as his grip loosened. his arm fell to his side as he looked up at the taller Nobody.
"But then who do I get?!"
Marluxia asked, biting his lower lip. He looked down at Zexion and then to Demyx who lay on the bed.
"I'm gonna go get Vexen then!!"
Vexen.
The Schemer glanced up at the pink-haired assassin. Nodding in agreement, Zexion awaited for Marluxia to return with the Chilly Academic. Rubbing his upper arm, he felt out of place. There was nothing for him to do to save the blond musician. Marluxia was even more of help even when he didn't have any clue to what was the reason for the blonde's suicidal attack. And, hey. . . Vexen was gonna be even more of help. A sigh escaped the lips of the steel-blue haired Nobody. He glanced at the ripped T-shirt he wore and then back at the Nocturne. He did his best to smile, yet. . . It was hard to.
Zexion felt useless in a time like this.
Before Zexion could say anything else, Marluxia had disappeared. He reappeared in one of the basement levels, he didn't know which specific one but he knew it was home to Vexen's main laboratory. He called out to the fourth, panic-stricken. The Chilly Academic came from around a corner, hair slightly charred.
"What is this racket, Marluxia?!"
Vexen snapped, glaring at Marluxia as he brushed himself off.
"It's Demyx! He's suicide... er suicidal, he cut himself and it was way too deep! Vexen ya' gotta help!!"
Marluxia grabbed onto Vexen's shoulder and they disappeared. Shocked, Vexen rushed to Demyx's side. The Sixth's head shot up at the sound of footsteps rushing into the bedroom. He crossed his arms over his chest and stood beside the assassin's side. He watched in awe at the Academic's doing. It was wonder what the man ever put into those liquids, it was even a wonder to how they tasted. . . Just looking at Demyx's actions after drinking them, he could tell they weren't that quite tasty. Biting down on his lower lip, he turned away every once in awhile when the Nocturne went to hurl. He felt horrid. . .
"Dear lord, what caused this?!"
Vexen demanded, unwrapping the cloth from Zexion's shirt carefully, Demyx winced. Slowly, Vexen cleaned the wound and got Demyx into a slightly upright position. He opened a potion bottle and held it to the sitarist's lips. Demyx struggled against Vexen, he pushed his hands away the best he could.
"You wanna get better? Then you're gonna drink this, damnit!"
Vexen snarled, forcing Demyx's mouth opening and pouring the dark orange liquid inside. Demyx made a choking noise but Vexen hit him on the back. The wound slowly began to heal itself, Demyx rushed to the bedside where a trashcan was and hurled. Shaking his head, Vexen opened two more bottles and pulled Demyx over to where he was. Marluxia turned away, slightly dizzy at the sight of so much blood. Another potion was forced down Demyx's throat. Demyx was about to puke again but Vexen shoved another bottle into his mouth.
"If you continue throwing up the potions won't take effect!! Stay still and drink!!"
Demyx's strength was slowly returning so it slowly got harder and harder for Vexen to get Demyx to drink the horrid liquid. Grabbing Vexen's long hair, Demyx yanked hard making Vexen wince. Like a child, Demyx cried a little but little by little was fed the healing substances. He made horrible noises as Vexen continued feeding him potion after potion, Demyx's gaze flew to Zexion before it focused back onto Vexen and the next potion. The last two bottles were the easiest, Demyx had grown bored of fighting Vexen off and just snatched the last bottle and chugged it.
"There! Was that so hard you baby!"
Vexen spat, throwing the last of fifteen bottles to the ground. Demyx coughed into his hand and remained a good distance from the scientist. The sheets had crimson splotches where Demyx's wrist had been, Marluxia leaned against the door. Shivering, Demyx stared over at Vexen, frustrated. Equally angry, Vexen glared straight back at the Melodious Nocturne. Vexen grabbed the door handle and was halfway out the door before speaking again.
"Zexion, Marluxia, take care of Demyx for goodness sake!"
Demyx crawled across the bed and pulled Zexion onto it, he hugged the smaller one like a teddy bear. He muttered the Schemer's name sometimes but for the most part sat sobbing into Zexion's jacket.
"I'm so sorry, Zexy...!"
This was something he was sure he was going to get Axel for. Even if the two may be best of friends. . . There was no reason for the red-haired Nobody to hurt him. Everyone should know what they are. . . Hopefully, Axel understood that. It was times like these. . . That he wished to take his life. A Nobody wasn't capable of feeling these emotions, yet. . . Just then. . . He felt weird. . . He felt different.
Feeling wrap around him, the Schemer stiffened. Zexion listened to the blonde's sobs, he listened to him muttering his name. . . He listened to his apology.
"Demyx. . . It's not your fault. I just wish. . . I could have been more help to you."
He said, his body calming down, finally getting used to the embrace. Relaxing against the blond, Zexion sighed softly as he looked at the other's face. A frown came across his lips as he slid his thumb along Demyx's cheeks.
"There's no need to cry, Demyx. . . I'm here for you. . ."
Zexion only wished. . .
He could say more than that.
Oh how Demyx hated Vexen at that time, the putrid taste of his elixirs. The taste of his own puke and the potions stayed in his mouth as he sobbed. Marluxia stood, leaning against the doorframe ready to faint. The pink haired nobody suffered from hemophobia, the fear of blood.
Zexion's words comforted Demyx to some extent but bothered him just the same, there was a need to cry in Demyx's opinion. But Zexion was of great help, just being there was a lot of help to Demyx. His hand reached up and curled around Zexion's hand. Marluxia left quickly, so not to pass out in Demyx and Axel's room. Shaking, Demyx held Zexion's hand to his chest, where his heart would and might be.
"We've been told that we don't have hearts but I don't think that. Axel's love for Namine, My depression, Vexen's anger... it all proved that we truly do have hearts. That we do exist... I do think I have a heart, and you too, Zexion... and I treasure that..."
Smiling, he glanced at his wrist, which was now fully healed. He'd have to thank Vexen later for this one... He continued hugging Zexion, shaking with soft laughter. Not an hour ago, Demyx hated the life he had, but now he knew better. Life wasn't bad at all, not when you know you have a heart... He could feel that Zexion was relaxed, no longer tense about Demyx's hug, he grinned into Zexion's shoulder.
"Zexy, you were a lot of help… thanks for being there and not giving up on me..."
He breathed, giving Zexion one more tight hug.