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Demyx's POV:

Looking around at everyone in the living room the next morning, I could immediately tell who'd had nightmares and who hadn't. Zexion, Lexaeus, Saix, and Xigbar had dark circles under their eyes, and I did, as well. Xemnas, however, looked refreshed. "Did everyone sleep well?" he questioned obliviously, coming through with his customary cup of morning coffee.

"Hell no!" Xigbar complained. "Every time I managed to fall asleep, I had a damn nightmare!"

"I'm sorry," Xemnas chuckled. "Saix seemed to be having bad dreams as well."

Saix nodded, looking exhausted as he nursed his own cup of coffee miserably and stayed close to Superior's side.

"Join the club," Lexaeus grumbled. "If I dreamt about being hunted down by Slenderman one more time, I was going to glue my eyelids open."

"I dreamt that a shark was eating me," Saix said coolly, smoothing his slightly frizzy hair with one hand.

"A shark?" Xigbar smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not fond of sharks, alright?"

There was a loud noise as the door was thrown open, and Zexion stormed into the room. His hair was in a towel, and I couldn't help the laugh that burst out of me at the sight.

"Who was it?" he snarled through his teeth. "Who did it?"

"Did what?" I questioned in confusion.

"This!" He ripped the towel from his hair, and the whole room fell silent. His hair was pink.

Hot pink.

Florescent pink.

"Oh shit," Axel breathed, raising a hand to his mouth in shock. His eyes were round.

"No one dyed your hair, Zexion, you would've noticed," Xigbar said innocently, smiling broadly despite the bags under his eyes.

"They put dye in my shampoo, dipshit!" he snarled. "My shampoo! My hair is pink!"

"It's a good color on you," Xigbar choked out, trying not to laugh. I saw the twinkle in his eye, though, and I knew that he wasn't just a bystander on this one. When was he ever just a bystander?

Realization dawned on Zexion's face, but before he had a chance to react, Marluxia walked in and squealed in delight. "Zexion!" he cried, running over and hugging his small body tightly. "You've finally seen the light! I'm so proud!"

Zexion yanked out of his grip, scowling. "Stay away from me, faggot!"

Marluxia's eyes widened in hurt, and his lower lip began trembling. "I…I didn't…" he started sadly, taking a step back.

Zexion shook his head, sighing. "Sorry, Marly. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night." He gave him an apologetic look, and then turned slowly to Xigbar. "You're dead."

"Now, now, no need to make hasty decisions," Xigbar said quickly, backing up a bit. He gave Zexion a nervous look.

"You're dead."

"Calm down-"

"Beyond dead."

"Come on, Pinky!" Xigbar whined.

That's all it took. Zexion lunged. Like a bat out of hell, he came at Xigbar, wrapping his hands around his throat. He pushed him against the wall, face mere inches from his. "My freaking hair is pink! Pink! You absolute dumbass! Why would you do that?!"

"Enough, Zexion," Xemnas said mildly, preoccupied with helping Saix tame his hair.

"It's pink! Superior, this isn't even fair!" Zexion complained in anger, not letting go of Xigbar's throat.

"Can't…breathe…" Xigbar choked out, smacking at Zexion's hands nervously.

Zexion let go of him on a growl, running his hands through his damp hair miserably and making it stand up somewhat. "You'll get yours," he promised.

"Get my what?" Xigbar taunted, acting tough again now that Zexion wasn't in the process of trying to strangle him.

"Your place reserved in hell!" Zexion spat. He really wasn't happy about this, and it upset me.

"I kind of like the pink," I said in embarrassment, ducking my head.

Zexion's face softened, and he smiled at me. "Thanks, but still not keeping it, Dem. I'm not exactly a pink person." He sighed, giving me a grateful look though.

"It brings out your eyes," Xigbar grinned, batting his eyelashes at Zexion.

Axel saw the fury in those very eyes Xigbar was speaking of, and he grabbed Zexion's wrists. "Chill pill, emo. Take one."

Zexion's shoulders slumped miserably, and his bangs fell into his face. "Kill me."

Axel snorted, seeming irritated at Zexion. "Just because you're tired and cranky doesn't give you the right to be a dick," he said, shoving Zexion away and towards me as a result.

"I know," Zexion mumbled, actually owning up to his behavior. "I need my full eight hours, and I just didn't get it."

"Neither did I," I said empathetically. I hugged him. "You can sleep with me if you'd like."

Xigbar snickered. "Was that an offer, Dem? I'm sure Lava Girl here would love that."

Zexion shook his head at Xigbar in disgust, but I was clueless. "What do you mean?" I questioned. "I meant Zexion could take an afternoon nap with me if he wanted!" I cried. I had a feeling that Xigbar was being perverted again, and it frustrated me.

I saw Axel's eyes narrow as he crossed his arms and slumped against the wall.

Axel's POV:

"Axel! Axel, help me!" Demyx sobbed. He was standing about ten feet away, looking panicked.

"What, Demyx? What's wrong?" I demanded, pulling him into my arms.

Demyx wordlessly looked down at his chest, and I jerked back. Blood was pooling through his shirt at an alarming rate, staining the pristine white fabric a startling red. "Stabbed," he whimpered weakly. His knees gave out, and I held his body up as his head lolled forward onto his chest limply. I watched his chest rise a few more fluttery times before completely stilling, and panic overtook me as I lowered him to the ground and began giving him CPR. I had to save my Demyx, I had to…

Demyx was my life. He was the only thing that mattered to me; he was the only reason I bothered to get up in the morning. My best friend, my other half, my light in the darkness. He couldn't die, he couldn't!

Demyx's body began taking on a misty sort of appearance, and I knew it was too late. I knew that there was nothing that could be done. He was fading. "No, Demyx!" I sobbed, clutching him to me in an effort to keep him from leaving. "No!"

Nothing I could do would make any difference now, though. Demyx slowly became more and more insubstantial, and my bloodstained hands were abruptly empty as he completely disappeared. "Why?" I cried, raising my tearstained face to the sky. "What did he ever do?! I love him!"

The impending thunder seemed to laugh as the first few drops of rain splashed my skin.

I opened my eyes, breathing heavily. I was staring up at the Robert Downey Jr. poster on my ceiling, and his one eyebrow raised expression seemed to tell me what an idiot I was being as I lay shaking from the too real dream I'd experienced.

I didn't care.

In every situation since the day Demyx had joined the Organization back as a scared little rabbit of a sixteen year old, I'd looked out from him. I'd put him before myself. Even while with Roxas, I'd kept an eye on Demyx and made sure that he wasn't getting himself put in harm's way or being bullied by the other Organization members. When that desire to keep him safe became more than plutonic, I broke up with Roxas. I knew there was no way I'd be getting with Demyx, but I also knew it wasn't fair to stay with Roxas while feeling so deeply for someone else. So I befriended him instead, knowing that as long as he trusted me as a friend I could make sure he stayed safe. I could get paired with him on missions and keep him out of danger. The friendship worked beautifully for a long time, but at a party we held in honor of forcing Sora to retreat from our castle completely during Demyx's first year as a Nobody, I was so caught up in all of the adrenaline and fun that everyone was having dancing, partying, and drinking; I just leaned forward and kissed him without thinking.

To my relief, he hadn't reacted negatively. He'd simply made a noise of surprise before relaxing into my arms without any sort of fight, and we decided later that that was the night we'd bridged the gap from friends to lovers, so that would be the night we celebrated our anniversary.

Everything worked fine until we'd gotten into a fight nearly nine months later, over something so stupid I couldn't even remember the cause. He'd left my room and after that moment, didn't kiss me again. We sat down about a week after that and he told me that it would be best if we took a break. He didn't look like he wanted to, and he cried as he told me that even though he loved me, it just wasn't going to work.

So much for a 'break.' Four weeks later, he was with Zexion.

That relationship didn't last long, but I still had to watch as Demyx fell head over heels for Zexion. It hurt me every day to know that Demyx was in someone else's arms at night; that I wasn't the last face Demyx saw before he closed his eyes. He avoided me at dinners, never making eye contact with me. He'd confessed later on that he felt he was behaving like a terrible person for making me see his relationship with Zexion and didn't want to make it any worse by talking to me like nothing had happened.

Zexion dumped Demyx after only three and a half months when Demyx tried to stop his cutting. Zexion didn't ever stop loving Demyx, but got rid of him anyway because he wasn't willing to give up the one thing that made his pain go away. When Demyx had come to me that first night, crying, there had been no words. I'd only held him and let him get his emotions out. We never officially stated anything after that, but we began dating again. There was no spoken declaration of a getting back together, it just happened.

The second breakup between us came when we mutually agreed, both in tears, to end things for good. Demyx and I had a bad habit of getting into arguments, and they were turning both of us into bitter people. We decided we'd be better off as friends, even though it would be hard, and kissed one last time before ending the relationship.

But I never fell out of love.

We'd both remained single since that day. But I never quit caring for Demyx. I never quit worrying. So that dream had hit me in the worst way possible, because I feared more for his life than I feared for my own. Even though I knew that what I'd just seen in my mind was a figment of my own overactive imagination, I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't pretend that I didn't love him when something like that really could happen at any time.

So, ignoring the patronizing look Robert Downey Jr. was giving me, I stood and walked briskly down the hall to Demyx's room. His door was cracked so I entered, and I saw that he was sitting on his knees on a chair at his desk as he tiredly typed up a missions report for Xemnas. He was wearing a set of green and black plaid pajamas, and there was a cup of apple juice sitting next to him.

He turned when he saw me, and smiled. His eyes were red from exhaustion, but there was no hiding the happiness in them.

Before he had a chance to even greet me, I walked over to him and pulled him to his feet, hugging him hard. "I love you," I choked out, trying not to act like a baby now that I really was holding him in my arms when not five minutes ago, I'd dreamt he was dead. "I love you so much, you have no idea." I buried my face in his neck, breathing in the comforting smell of him. It was a smell I truly couldn't describe, in the best ways possible.

Demyx stiffened in surprise, patting my back awkwardly. He was confused as hell, but I didn't care. "Go back out with me," I whispered. "Say yes, please."

I felt his arms really go around me, without hesitation. I realized, in shock, that he must have been waiting for this moment. It was like he'd been preparing himself for being asked back out, and I felt a rush in my stomach as I wondered how much he'd thought about it. God knew I thought about it enough.

"Yes," Demyx replied firmly, seeming to melt into my touch. "Yes, of course."

I pulled back and pressed my lips to his without warning, wrapping my arms around his waist and melting a bit. I was back where I belonged; here, with Demyx wrapped in my arms. We could make this work, I knew we could. We were older now. It was worth another shot, especially considering how deep my feelings ran for this boy.

Demyx made a soft sound of surprise against my mouth, but he didn't fight it. I wouldn't have kept at it if he'd shown even the smallest sign of reluctance; the last thing I wanted was for him to think me someone who didn't know boundaries. We'd never had a relationship like that in the past; if one of us hadn't been in the mood for affection, the other one dealt with it. Forcing it on each other wasn't healthy for either party.

"Can I stay in here tonight?" I whispered, breathing slightly heavier than usual when I pulled back again. "I won't pull anything, I swear. I just need to be close to you. I need to know you're alive."

"Um…sure?" Demyx replied, confusion coloring his features. "Why do you need to know I'm alive, again?" He looked like he was afraid he was missing out on something.

"I had a bad dream," I mumbled, biting my lip. "You died, Demyx. And I just… I realized that if that ever happened…well, I don't know how I would survive." I blushed at how pathetic and corny I sounded, looking down at my worn and old red socks. "So, uh…what I meant by all this…was that we work in a dangerous occupation, and we never know how long we'll have. I didn't want anything to happen without you knowing that I love you, and I never stopped loving you." I crammed my hands into my pockets, busying myself with looking at Demyx's gibberish missions report while he took it all in.

"I'm alive," he replied finally, brow furrowed. "And I love you too, Axel. I never stopped either."

I about pissed my pants on the spot. Things like that just didn't happen to guys like me. I didn't get happy endings, I was an asshole. Period.

Demyx blushed at my expression, taking my hand. He pulled back the covers to his bed, gesturing for me to climb in. As I did, he quickly saved his missions report and swigged down his last sip of apple juice, then climbed into bed next to me. He kissed my cheek. "Sleep well, pyro. I love you."

It had been too long since I'd heard that.