Hello all!! It's me, Kim, the typer of Chris's stories:D Yes, I know that I haven't updated Chris's stuff for a while, but don't hurt me! I had homework, projects, dances, plays, and…well…just forgot. XD But Chris started to bug me about it recently, so I decided to actually do my job. So here I am!!

Ahh…yes…just as I suspected. Everyone thought that it was either Roxas or Demyx…Well, let me just say this…YOU'RE WRONG!! XP

Oh, and thanks phaz! Your review made me so happy!! You get cupcakes full of love. X3

Anywho, on with the story!!!

Saïx heard the sobs issuing from the closed door, and his curiosity got the better of him. He pulled the door open, looking inside cautiously.

A pale form, naked and shivering, lay in the middle of the dark room on its side, back to the door. Torn and ripped clothes were around it, and blood speckled the ground.

Saïx crossed the room, unsure of what to expect. His golden eyes took in the stains on the floor as he knelt by the figure's side, putting a gentle hand on the sweaty shoulder. Not getting a response, he rolled the figure onto his other side carefully.

Zexion shuddered violently at Saïx's touch, drawing his knees slightly and cradling his hand closer to his chest. The hand that, Saïx saw with surprise, had a kunai embedded in it, protruding out the other side. The blood, seeping from the wound flowed across his skin to drip into a puddle on the floor. His eyes, normally a piercing blue, were clouded over, and he locked straight through the Luna Divider, not even seeing him but knowing he was there.

"Who did this?" asked Saïx. Gripping Zexion's wrist in a firm but soft hold, he pulled the yellow blade, stained a bright crimson with the Cloaked Schemer's blood, from his hand. Zexion gasped, trying to pull his hand away, but it was so weak that Saïx barely felt it.

Dropping the mangled hand, Saïx picked up the tactician, cradling the pale body in his arms as gentle as he could. Zexion's head lolled on the Luna Divider's chest, and he could feel the violent trembles from the tactician, and the weakness that restricted him from moving. Carrying Zexion bridal-style, Saïx walked to the door, kicking it open and walking down the hall.

Walking quickly, he reached the door marked VII, opening it. For some reason he could feel the echo of anger pounding inside him as he laid Zexion on his bed. Wiping the blood from Zexion's chest, he became suddenly aware of the burns etched into the skin, and the deep scratch across his stomach. Saïx's eyes narrowed with ever growing certainty.

Finding a potion tucked away in the confines of his room, the Luna Divider dripped some of it into Zexion's mouth. Almost immediately, the pale body relaxed slightly, the shaking lessening just a bit. His eyes flickered open weakly as Saïx held him up, pouring the rest of the green liquid down the tactician's throat. Instantaneously, all of the Cloaked Schemer's wounds healed, leaving only partially dried blood and semen, and his wide, frightened gaze. The look of absolute terror on Zexion's face made Saïx grind his teeth and turn on his heel, storming out in furry.

He caught Axel just as the Nobody stepped out of his room, wild crimson hair slicked back with water from his shower. In one fluid movement, Saïx grumbled the lapels of Axel's cloak and slammed him against the wall. There was a sharp thud as Axel's head cracked painfully against the wall.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Saïx snarled. Instead of being intimidated, Axel just gave him an infuriating smirk.

"Whatever are talking about?" he said evenly, making the Luna Divider's lip curled.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" he growled. "Zexion!"

"Is something wrong with dear Zexy?" asked Axel innocently, almost causing Saïx to summon a claymore to shove down the throat of this obnoxious brat.

"Oh nothing," he said, trying to hold back his wrath, "except for that he was left half-dead, naked, and lying in his own blood and someone else's post-sex mess!"

"And you feel like telling me this, why…?"

Axel's head hit the wall again, harder this time, as Saïx shoved him harder.

"You were the someone and you know it!" he snapped. Axel just grinned, rubbing the back of his head ruefully.

"Do I?"

He reeled in Saïx's grasp as the Luna Divider's fist met his cheek squarely. He slumped over on Saïx's arm, breath driven completely from his body, punched in the stomach so hard that spider webs of cracks appeared on the wall behind him. Saïx dropped Axel carelessly as he dropped his arm in disgust before leaning down. His black leather glove lifted the Flurry of Dancing Flames up by a handful of crimson hair, dragging him upright. Once again, Axel's head hit the wall, a black-clad hand encircling his throat.

"Yes, you do," said Saïx, voice even with most of his adrenaline used.

Axel looked at him with one eye, the other quickly turning a bluish-black. "Did he tell you?" he asked laying his cockiness aside for a moment.

"Didn't have to," replied Saïx smoothly. "The burn marks on his chest were enough."

"So you were the one to find him then? Where is he now?"

"Probably in his room," Saïx said, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Why do you care? Feel like finding him again?"

"You're being very protective of him, have you noticed?" said Axel slyly. For a second, the Luna Divider was stuck for words, only able to stare at the other Nobody speechless.

"Excuse me?" he finally said, voice low and dangerous.

"You're getting very defensive for him."

"You just raped one of your superiors, so pardon me if I'm just a bit concerned," he snarled. Axel just smirked again, prompting Saïx to crack him in the face with his elbow.

"You know, one of these days you're going to go too far. Again, who knows, you may even try to kill off the other Organization members. But remember that when you do cross that line, I will kill you," he said, throwing Axel down the hall in contempt, walking away. He didn't see the look that Axel gave him, didn't hear the words that Axel spoke as he watched the Luna Divider walk away.

"When I cross that line, your darling Zexion will be the first to know."

Saïx slammed open his door, seething. To his surprise, Zexion was still there, sitting on the edge of his bed and fully dressed. He looked up quickly as the door burst open, a momentary look of frightened panic flashing across his face that evaporated when he saw who it was. Still, a wariness shone in his eyes that made the emptiness inside Saïx ache.

"I…I'm sorry," said the tactician before Saïx could get a word out. "It was just…I mean…" he struggled to get the words out. Sighing, he finally murmured, "A-anyways, what I'm trying to say is…thank you."

Saïx looked at the miserable Nobody with a look akin to pity on his usually grim features. Crossing the room, he tipped Zexion's head up from where it hung looking at the floor, his fingers resting lightly below the tactician's chin. Golden eyes met sapphire ones with a steady gaze.

"Don't let him see you scared, don't let him know it hurt. Don't ever be afraid of him. If you do, he's won," said Saïx softly. Tears welled up in Zexion's eyes, spilling over as he broke down. Saïx held him close, feeling the small body being wracked by sobs and memories far too painful.

"Don't worry. He won't touch you," he reassured, stroking Zexion's silver hair. "I won't let him get anywhere near you. I promise."

….Fin….

Oh I can see that many people wanted to find out who the raped was. Even threatened dear Christy dear, my my. That's so funny. XD

Did anyone think it was Zexion? I didn't (until I read it of course. :3 ) But I guess that's just how Chris's little mind rolls (like Katamari).

Anyways, Christ called me up this morning and yesterday, complaining how I hadn't updated and blah blah blah. So I finally finished, see!? HA!! XP

Review and I will hunt you down and pay you back personally. ;) (WITH MUFFINS!!)