LOVE
Part 3
Demyx walked down the hallway, boots clacking on the metal floor. The large blue Sitar strapped to his back hitting him in the back of the head with every step. He contemplated readjusting himself but decided against it, for fear of dropping the boxes awkwardly cradled in his arms.
The overbearing boy looked into the top box to see the room number. This place so was large and confusing, it'd taken him almost an hour to get to the S hallway in the first place, and now he had to find room 17. He found himself wondering why there were over 380 rooms anyway when there were only eight other organization members, not including himself. He let his mind wander until he reached room 17.
Reaching for the shiny metallic key in his box, he managed to unlock the door without dropping his stuff. Shoving the door open, he was welcomed by a very loud metal song, junk food wrapper coated flooring, and a flaming (literally) redhead in the window.
"Uhm.. Excuse me. Am I in the wrong room?" He asked quietly, only loud enough to be heard over the music.
"Oh, shit!" The redheaded boy shouted. Demyx flinched. "What do you want?" He snapped, shaking his hands. He didn't look at demy, just continued staring out the window at that huge heart in the black sky.
"I..uh.. Xemnas sent me to this room.. Said I'd be staying here.." His voice trailed off. The taller boy turned to look at him. He had upside down teardrops tattooed under his eyes, which were a shining green.
"Oh.. Sorry. If you're looking for room S-17 you're in the right place.. By the way. The names Axel, got it memorized?" Demyx nodded. Axel slid from the sill to the bed and looked the newcomer over. "What am I supposed to do with you?" Demyx shrugged. He'd never really had a voice for opinion. He let other people do the talking for him, and just let other people push him around.
"Is there another bed?" He asked weakly. Axel shook his head.
"I can sleep on the floor. It's alright. You don't look so hot anyway." Demyx shrugged while axel moved one of the flat pillows to the floor.
Demyx shook his head "No, you don't have to do that. I can deal." He realized he still had all of his stuff in his arms. "Uh.. Is there somewhere I could put this?" Axel pointed to the dresser and the closet. It was a pretty big room, but Axel had the purple walls covered with posters, and the floor covered with stuff. Needless to say, it looked like any other teenagers room, minus the huge oddly shaped window.
Dropping the boxes on the floor, he grabbed the sitar from his back and hugged it, resting his forehead against the neck. He coughed, eyes beginning to water. One cough turned into two. Two turned to three, and soon his was having an all out coughing fit, and he began to retch.
"Hey.. Hey kid. You alright?" Axel walked to the boy and hugged him from behind, dragging him to the bathroom and forcing him to kneel in front of the toilet. Apparently just in time, too, because he actually started to vomit.
While Demyx threw up yesterdays breakfast and the rest of the few meals he's eaten in the past hours, Axel got a washcloth and dampened it with cool water, pressing it to the sick boys forehead. Demyx leaned back against the wall, eyes closed.
"Kid, you ok?" Axel rested his hand on Demy's knee, and then sat against the wall next to him. Demyx put his head on Axel's shoulder. Not knowing what to do, Axel let him stay there and started to stroke his strange hair with a blush on his face.
"By.. By the way. My names.. Demyx. Not kid.." Demyx said between coughs.
"Alright." Axel said, continuing to stroke the sandy blonde hair. "Do you want me to take you to the infirmary or something?"
Demyx Shook his head and said "Naw.. I get sick when I get nervous. And being forced to move here. And them stealing my heart isn't really.." He trailed off, and wiped the tears threatening to spill.
"Hey. Hey, it's alright." He put his arm around the younger boy and had him rest his head on his shoulder again.
"S..Sorry." He chocked out.
"It's alright. I almost did the same thing. Don't worry about it." He rubber the boys shoulder.
"I..I thought we weren't supposed to feel emotions anymore.. So.. Why does my chest feel so empty? I understand I've got no heart anymore.. But.. It feels like I should at least feel something in my chest. But I don't. If we aren't supposed to feel emotion.. Why am I so scared, so lonely?" Demyx said aloud.
Axel sat for a minute, and pulled the blonde closer. "You're not alone, kid. I'm here. Don't worry." But inside, he was wondering the same exact thing.
I told you it'd get better. And longer. I guess. Hahaha. I promise it'll get emen better, especially since we've established Axel cares about Demyx a lot. :3 Yay.
Reviews help :D
And by the way, AkuDemyfan, thanks for telling me. I wouldn't have noticed it if you hadn't said anything.
Oh, and also, the fact the room number is 17 (which 8+9 equals) is a coincidence. Just figured that out. e_e. You love me.