A.N. HA! Back again? Teehee! I knew you'd return…

*coughs* anyway. SO yes, I am updating again. In the same day. I just couldn't get it out of my mind…I need to write something. My story, Fallen (the one I want to get published), is going slower than a snail that has an apartment complex on its back and a bum…whatever they use to get around.

Nice analogy? I think so.

Special thanks to Rae2009 for being so uberly awesome-sauce nice. For the love of cheesecake, you totally made my self esteem go from -10 to like a good even 0, thank you!! And H3manga00...yeh this is really dry feeling. I need to get more emotion into it or something. And you read Alone? Lol ty! ^-^

Yeh. I totally said for the love of cheesecake. Totally went there. :P

Disclaimer: meh. Go read my disclaimer in my last chappie.

Warning. GAY LUUURV!!! WEWT!!!! -fan boys- okay. that's all. Oh language but who really gives a ****?

Zexion's POV

I watched as Roxas crossed over to the mull-hawked blonde. Flinging his amrs around the older teen, the smaller blonde quickly asked.

"What's wrong, Demy?"

Axel snorted. "He's just being all emo. Leave it alone." turning to me, he motioned for me to sit. "So. Zexion. Tell us about yourself."

'Emo'? Was that some sort of disease (a.n. yes it is…one that I haave!! 3).

"I don't know anything about myself." I stated flatly. Looking down, I stared at my hands. Roxas had demanded that I put on a pair of gloves…without fingers. Which really didn't make sense to me, but I was thankful for them. They made my hands 'warm'.

I felt a strange thought brush past my mind.

I wish I felt warm on the inside too. And not so…empty.

"But surely you remember something?" the redhead asked. His hair…was so 'annoying'? It made me feel a bit like standing up and pulling it. Is that annoyance?

I wouldn't know. I'm so damn empty.

"No…I don't remember anything. Except for what Mother and Demyx told me…" I paused, and hugged myself.

Demyx's head shot up. "It'sokayhoneyhonestlyidon'tmindandneitherdothey!" he babbled out.

I froze. "What did you call me?"

He paused, and a sheepish grin spread across his face. "Umm…Old habits die hard I called you 'honey.'" he ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, I know you don't remember Zex, but honestly I-"

"You what?" I asked, and I could feel the cold in my voice. The endless, eternal cold that chilled my very spirit. I turned away, and picked up my Lexicon, which was sitting on the short, round table. I had totally forgotten I brought it with me…clutching it to myself, I continued to look down.

"Don't you ever call me that again." I said silently. "I don't know who you are."

Silence. Maybe, 'awkward' silence? I was 'confused', what did I do?

"Hey, who's hungry?" Roxas asked, cheerful.

I really do not…'like'…gay people. Their too 'happy'.

And for some reason, I want to be happy really, really bad.

Axel's POV

Gods. That kid was starting to piss him off.

Not Zexion. He was almost like the old Zex that Axel knew and tolerated. Cold, distant, and indifferent. Even though there was a certain, I don't know, wistfulness about him? Like he didn't want to be cold anymore.

Like he wanted to be warmed up. Well sorry honey, you hate gays and I'm taken by the cutest, sexiest, and most annoying boyfriend.

Yeah. It wasn't Demyx I was pissed at either. It was my own wonderful boyfriend. Who had totally turned from leavemealoneiwanttodie emo to OMGi'msohappylet'sgosnuggle or heylet'.

How utterly, totally ANNOYING! And the worst part was…

Damn it I was getting hard again watching him waltz around the kitchen, being all sexy cooking. Good thing he'd gotten dressed while he passed stuff on to Zexy, or Goddess help me, I woulda taken him here and now, all over the kitchen.

I'll get my piece of ass. Come hell or high water. Hopefully water first since ya know, Demyx can make it do what he wants. Fire's my thing and all but hellfire sounds a bit too hot.

I was drooling, and it wasn't from the smell of food cooking.

"Hey Ax…" Demyx asked me as he stood behind me. "Do you happen to have any clothes I could wear? These Org. robes are okay and all but…"

"Sure thing Dem. My blowjob wore off so if I don't leave now," I pointed to my uke who grinned evilly and stuck his tongue out at me. "I'll fuck him. Even though you guys are right there, Goddess help me I'll do it."

Demyx laughed, and I shot him full of daggers with my eyes.

"I'm serious. Fluff is good and all, but I want some sex already. And I'm to much of a gentlemen to force myself, either."

Demyx snickered, his huge grin almost cutting his face in half. "Used to you'd just do it,

consequences to hell for all you cared."

I paused, and sobered. My sexual frustration being squashed completely as I pushed it to the back of my mind. "This Roxas is different…he's so…fragile. I've had to save him from killing himself twice already." I said softly.

Demyx's grin disappeared. "Yeah, it's all different now, isn't it?"

I nodded, leading him back into the bedroom, and then to my two-thirds of the closet (what, I had a lot of clothes…and it's a small closet. Don't look at me like that!).

Yeah, it sure as hell was different now. Searching for clothes, I spied the cum stains from where Roxas took care of me earlier.

"Damn it!" I shouted in frustration. I was hard again.

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Roxas' POV

I waltzed around the kitchen, knowing Axel was watching me with lust in his eyes.

Teehee. I was totally turning him on, on purpose. He wants all of this? He'll have to suffer.

"Hey Ax…:I heard Demyx (who I was really starting to like. He was funny when he wasn't thinking of Zexion, and happy. But not in a retard way like that-damn-idiot-Sora.)

"Sure thing, Dem. My blowjob wore off so I don't leave now," he pointed at me, and I grinned and stuck my tongue out. He flinched a bit, probably remembering what said tongue had done just a little while ago. Blushing I turned away. The rest of his statement was lost as the blood pumped and raged in my ears.

Goddess, I get so bashful now. But it was better than suicidal.

I'll take bashful over suicidal any day, and the self-hate? Well I still had that but it was manageable now thanks to Axel's adorations. (a.n. just cuz he's happy in this story doesn't mean I am. Remember I said I wasn't going to write myself in this time?)

Zexion walked into the room, so I stopped waltzing around. It wouldn't be nice to stab someone with something would it?

Well…if it was Sora then that's okay, but Zex, Demy, and/or my beautiful Fire Crotch?

Hell no.

"What are you doing?" he asked silently, from right behind me, as I was cutting up some veggies. I jumped, and barely missed chopping off my finger.

"Ohmygoddess, you scared me!" I said, laughing as I quickly dumped the vegetables into the pot. I was in a chicken soup mood. (a.n. I make killer chicken noodle soup btw. Fresh. It's amazing).

He looked at me, confused. "If I scared you why are you 'laughing'?"

I could hear the quotation marks around laughing clear as day. "You don't remember how to laugh?" I asked, totally off topic, I know.

"No. I know it's a reaction people have when something is 'funny' but I don't remember it at all." he looked down. "There's something wrong with me, isn't there I don't really remember how to feel emotions." he said especially quiet.

I dropped the chicken (pre-cooked, from the freezer) and some spices into the pan and set it on the stove. He looked so dejected standing there. The way he had acted before…when Axel hugged him and Dem before (Naked. I'm still blushing on the inside.), I thought he had emotions. He sure sounded mad.

I felt my heart pull in my chest. He sounded so sad, and alone. He didn't even know he sounded sad, too, since he didn't remember how to feel that emotion, apparently.

Alone. My one word suicide note. I didn't want anyone to feel like that. No one deserved it, no one deserved to feel alone.

I looked down at my scars, which had healed over the past few months, almost to non-existence. But I knew they were there. And so did Axel.

I walked over to Zexion, thinking those things, and I hugged him tight, as tight as I could without suffocating him.

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Zexion's POV

I was confused when Roxas hugged me. The only times I had ever been hugged (besides when Mother did it, and that horrid show of nasty this morning), they hadn't 'felt' like this.

I felt a bit of warmth in my soul. Just a quick flare, which was quickly snuffed out by the sound of chicken noodle soup overflowing on the stove.

"Ohmygosh." Roxas dropped his arms, just as I had been about to hug him back, and ran to the stove, turning the heat down.

I walked out of the kitchen, and sat down in the living room. Putting my head in my hands, I sat there. Sadness. This is what it felt like, right?

The little flare of warmth was gone.

Roxas: Ayden, why is there a lot of me and Axel in this story? I thought it was a Dexion?

Because. I have to put something till the good stuff happens! -wiggles eyebrows-

Demyx: Oh god, he's gonna have us fucking soon isn't he? Isn't he?

Zexion: ….what's fucking? Is it fun?

Axel: well, hell yes! See what you do is-

NONONONO!! Don't tell him you ass! He's supposed to be an innocent uke!! -writes duck tape on Axel's mouth-

Teehee, here have some soup!

A.N. Seriously I make killer chicken noodle. And my spaghetti sauce? OMG to die for.

Damn I'm getting hungry now. So anyway, I updated twice in the same night, so don't expect much for a while! If any of you want to check out what I have of Fallen posted on the net, and read some of my poetry (I'm not that good, let me tell you. No matter what people say) check out my fiction press account. The link is on my profile page.

I also have a poll up (it should be up anyway) and I need people to vote on it! Love you bunches for dealing with me!