"Mh……"

"Hold still…..almost done…..There!" Axel pulled away and looked and Zexion. "Perfect!" He gave a malevolent smirk as he pulled away from Zexion's face.

The midnight haired boy was bound to the wall by heavy silver chains. His head was pointed at the ground and blood fell from his face. He was in a tight black dress. Black eyeliner encircled his indigo eyes. Dark purple lipstick was messily put on his lips. A deep rouge blush covered the pale skin on his cheeks. A deep red liquid covered Zexion's feet. A small pool of blood was around his feet.

"Zexion, you look lovely." Axel wrapped his arms around him and pressed there lips together.

His head slowly rose. "If-if you want a girl why don't you go fuck Larxene?" Zexion spit in Axel's face.

The red head growled and wiped his face off. He balled his fist and punched the hanging boy in the stomach.

His eyes went wide as he started to cough up blood.

Axel grabbed Zexion's throat and pulled him close to his face. "If you ever to that again, I'll kill you." Acid green eyes bored into indigo eyes.

Choked breaths came from Zexion.

"Good, I couldn't live with you, darling." Axel kissed his cheek and went to find the matching garter for him.

Suddenly, the wood door shattered and two figures were in the doorway.

The smaller stature pounced forward and restrained Axel. She knew she was taking a risk, but did it anyway.

"Demyx, get Zexion! Quickly!" Nama silently prayed that Axel hit his head.

Water pooled around the shackles and instantly froze.

Zexion pulled his head up and wearily asked, "Nama?"

"She's holding Axel down." The restraints shattered and Zexion fell to the floor. Demyx quickly caught him and set him on the floor.

"Ah!" A shrill shriek came from the walnut haired female as Axel grabbed her throat.

The look of insanity flickered in the male's eyes. "I'm not letting you take away my Zexion, you fucking whore!" His grip tightened as he rose from the ground.

She thrashed around, trying to free from his death grip. "Ze-Zexion! Help!" Nama's breaths became shorter the longer she hung in the air.

The blue haired boy slowly picked his head. "Nama." He breathed slowly. "I can't. I can't help." Tears rolled down his face as he watched Nama being choked.

He pushed himself up with wobbly arms and slowly stood up.

"Axel."

The tallest male turned around, still clutching Nama.

"Let. Her. Go." Zexion was standing up, slightly swaying back and forth.

A deep cackle formed in the back of his throat, getting louder and louder. "You can't hardly stand, Zexion! Look at yourself!" Axel laughed and laughed. "How are you going to rescue this pathetic little rag doll?!" He swung Nama back and forth.

She gasped as her face turned blue.

The sinful male dropped the girl and grinned towards his play toy.

Nama wheezed and closed her eyes.

Zexion breathed slowly as he stood up, getting more and more dizzy.

Demyx held his sitar close to his chest.

Axel picked a scalpel up and ran toward Zexion.

Nama reached her hand out and grabbed the crimson haired man's foot.

Demyx jumped in front of Zexion, wanting to protect his friend.

Blood splattered on the floor.

Axel lay motionless on the floor.

The blue haired boy passed out, from lack of blood.

Covering his right eye, Demyx crawled over to Nama. "Are you okay?" He asked with blood dripping down his face.

The girl pulled her self up and gasped. "Demyx! You're hurt!" She extended her hand but pulled it back. She ripped her top and tied it around his face. "Ah! Zexion!" She got up and ran over to him. "Zexion, Zexion are you ok?" Tears welled up in her eyes. "Please speak to me. Please speak, please!" The chestnut haired girl sobbed as she rocked the boy's body back and forth.

His eyelids fluttered open to reveal peacock colored eyes. "Nam-Nama? Is it truly you? Truly, truly?" His voice was soft and broken.

Her eyes sparkled and she pressed her pink lips to his chapped, dry ones. "Yes, it is. It is." Nama put her head on the boy's shoulder and sobbed. "Never again! Never again! I'm never going to let you out of my sight again!"

Demyx stood over them with his hand pressed to his eye. He had a small smile on his face, but his eyes were moist. The dishwater blond hair kneeled down and turned Axel's body over.

The scalpel was sticking out of the red haired man's forehead. It was clearly embedded into his brain.

Demyx dropped Axel's cadaver and stood up again.

"We should go. Dimitri might be waking up soon."

The couple nodded and stood up.

"Zexion, you should take the dress off."

The male looked down and nodded. He unzipped the dress with Demyx's help and stepped out of it.

"Here." Demyx said taking his jacket off. "You should cover your chest, at least."

He pulled the jacket over him and the three walked out of the empty chamber.