Author Notes: Whoa, an early update, weird... Okay, this chapter is a little better than last chapter. Don't abandon me yet guys! Although this is an early update, next weeks deadline is still Sunday, as always. I've been plot bunnied to freaking death guys, I'm drowning in them. But plot bunnies are good for you, 'cos it means more shnazzy stories.
Dedication: To Seka-chan, for glomping me half to death when I finally got home. To BrokenAnzaran, for all those pb-cups and fabulous reviews. To Zabu-chan, for telling me to go and write this 'Before your fangirls kill you' (And for dedicating a whole story to me -happy smile-).
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Summary: Zexion knows that Demyx is a danger to himself, but that doesn't mean he wants to watch him fall to pieces.
Infra-red - Placebo
Disclaimer: You actually thought for a moment that I owned them? Keep freaking dreaming guys, I know I am.
The Way You Fall
Chapter Four
No
"Hey Dem!"
"Dem?"
"Demyx!"
I crouched down beside Demyx's still form. Various weapons littered the ground around him, but there wasn't even a bruise on him.
"Demyx!" I cried, shaking him, desperate for him to wake up, to smile, to be alive. "Demyx..." I closed my eyes to try and stem the flow of tears that ran down my face. When I opened them, even his body was gone.
"Demyx no!"
"No what?"
"Whaa!" My eyes shot open, Demyx was there, alive, safe, smiling. I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder.
"Zexi... What's wrong?"
I snuffled and looked up at him sheepishly.
"Nightmares?"
"About what Zexi, I'm not a mind reader." he mimicked my words from a few days ago.
"Losing you." I whispered. He shook his head and grinned.
"You don't have to worry about that."
"I don't?"
"No." He shifted me around so I was sitting on his lap and leaning against him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I was more then a little surprised. Usually Demyx was - to use a very fangirl-ish and slightly inappropriate term - a bit of a uke.
"What's gotten into you?" I asked as he reached up to stroke my hair.
"Nothing. I'm just feeling very lovey at the moment, make the most of it." he said teasingly.
"Don't worry, I will." I put on my 'chibi' face, reached up and tugged on his sleeve. "Can I has a coo... kie..."
Demyx grabbed his sleeve and pulled up to his hand as far as it would go, but the damage was done. I'd seen the tiny scars crisscrossing his wrist, some of them still red and fresh. I yanked at his other sleeve, dragging it back to see the extent of his injuries. The scars ran all the way up his arms until they were covered by fabric. God, Demyx, no. My fingers trembled, but I had to see,I had to see how far he'd gone.
"T-take your shirt off Demyx."
"What, no!"
"Demyx, take your freaking shirt off, now." I glared at him viciously. Demyx looked out over the empty school field, saw no-one near and took his shirt off with a sigh. I swallowed the million curses that bubbled up as I looked at the marks across his skin. I always felt like decking anyone who hurt Demyx in any way, and that applied to Demyx himself.
"You fucktard." I was so, so scared right now. Half of me wanted to burst into tears and bury my face in his hair, and the other half of me wanted to get very angry. Problem is, I have a wee bit of a temper, and the angry side of me won.
"Excuse me, but what?"
"Fucktard; a fucking moronic, idiotic, dumb-ass retard. In other words, you." As I said the words, something dawned on me, something that hurt more than seeing the scars even.
"Oi-"
"Some of these are still fresh Demyx. Is this all because of me? I-is this whole relationship a hoax?"
"No, of course not! Why would you think that?"
"Because you never tell me anything, you wont tell me what's happening. I don't know why you would do this, and as far as I've seen, the only major thing that's happened to you lately is me!" I was that close to sobbing.
Demyx just starred at the ground, all traces of good humour gone. Although, I guess they'd been gone since this whole crazy conversation started.
"Are you going to tell me why you did... this."
"No."
And through the anger shone fear. I'm really, really worried that it's me, no matter what he says, or that it's someone else, I wanted to know whose hurting my Demyx, and then I wanted to knock them the fuck out. Most of all, I'm scared that this is really serious, and that either Demyx, or whoever is causing him all this pain is going to go to far someday. I can't lose Demyx. I just can't.
"Zexion, I'm sorry oka-"
I cut him off.
"I don't want to hear it right now Demyx, I really don't. I'm going to go see Durlo now, we need to talk." Durlo knew, I was sure of it. He was playing me like a flute, everything had been plotted out, him not turning up that morning, he'd probably even got the sitar man in. I was so wrapped up in my fear and anger, that I didn't notice Demyx's eyes, searing holes into me.
"That's all this is isn't? Durlo got you to go out with me, you two have been planning this all along. And now it's all too much and you just can't be stuffed putting up with me any longer. Well, don't worry about orchestrating some brilliant plan to ditch me. We're breaking up now. Good bye Zexion." he pulled his shirt on and walked away, looking as lost and shitty as the day I'd met him. I was too stunned, too hurt by his accusations and sudden mood swing to argue.
"No," I whispered once he'd left. "No!"
It took me a few minutes to actually move, but when I did, I was stalking towards Durlo's office with a look in my eyes that had midgets running from me in fear. When I reached his room, I kicked the door open (without knocking, duh) and slammed my hands down on his desk. He looked up with a shocked look in his eyes.
"You fucking knew, you fucking knew what he was doing to himself, why didn't you tell me, you son of a bitch?"
"Language Zexion. You seem to have forgotten that I am a teacher and you are still treading on thin ice where be expelled is concerned."
"Right now Durlo, I don't give a fuck about being expelled. All I care about is the fact that you've been playing me like a goddamn flute, and it's lost me my freaking boyfriend!"
He rolled his eyes smugly "If you could calm down for a minute and explain what this is all about then maybe I could help you."
"You knew everything about him. Didn't you." I accused him.
"That I did."
I was stunned. I'd expected for him to know, in fact, I was sure of it, but I didn't expect him to be so offhand. "Then why didn't you do anything? Have you seen him, have you actually seen what he's done to himself?"
"No, I'll admit I haven't seen anything, but I was informed."
"So, you knew exactly what he was doing, but decided to just leave it?"
"No, I had planned to let you find out for yourself. My thoughts were that if I let you get close to him, then he stopped for you, it might last. If we just made him stop, it was going to fix nothing."
"Well your plan's f-" I received a death glare "-lecked. Demyx has broken up with me, he now hates my guts and is in more pain then before." We stared each other down for a minute, until my phone started ringing. I flicked it open.
"Yes, what?" I growled. No answer, stupid prank calls "Look certain people have got me pretty pissed off and angry right now, and if this call is what I think is, then fuck off. I don't want to talk to a retard like you. In fact I hate retards like you!" And hung up on the stupid prank caller.
"Hey, do you have a database of students cell phone numbers? I want to find out who that was."
"I have some of them."
"Can you search for this number?" I handed him my phone, with the call history on the screen. He clicked away on his computer for a few minutes, having to wait for a five freaking minutes as he logged in. Oh well, his fault for still having a PC instead of a mac. While we waiting, he decided to talk.
"Do you still hate me?"
"A little, but you seem to be the ally I have in this. You're a freaking guidance counsellor, I'll need your help to er, help Demyx."
"That's good. Now, lets look for that number." He tapped a few more keys and raised his eyebrows before swinging the monitor around so I could see.
Aw fuck.
'Noua, Demyx'
I slammed my head into the desk.
"I bet he really hates you now."
"Gee, thanks."
"The truth is a valuable resource."
"Durlo, I am completely flecked. My boyfriend and I had one hell of a fight, and then I inadvertently told him to fuck off and that he was a retard, I need support dammit."
"Well, I guess you should probably go and find him."
"Durlo, he's shittier than the hat dude right now. (1) I would end up in pieces."
"I guess you're right there, now-" he was cut off as a small-ish girl rocketed through the door
"Mr Durlo, we need help right away, someone's gone and, and thrown themselves off the top of E block!"
Durlo was out of his seat and at the door before I could blink.
"Zexion, you're coming too."
"Huh, what?"
"Attempted suicide, now get the hell out of your chair and come with me."
"O-kay..." I stood up and followed him, even when he started running.
There was a huge crowd beside E block. More than a few girls walked away crying, and a heap of people were laughing, I felt like knocking them out. That could've been my Demyx lying there! Apart from that though, there was nothing but panicked silence and terrified whispers. Durlo made it through the crowd easily, but a shorty like me had to really shove to get in. I resorted to elbows in the end.
"Oi!"
"Move it!"
Then someone caught me by the elbow. It was Naminé, Roxas was standing right next to her.
"Zexion, I don't think you should go in there." Her voice was worried, Roxas' too. Roxas reached over and grabbed my other arm, his eyes imploring me to stay
I tried to pull away, but they held on. "Durlo told me to."
We were pretty close to the centre of the crowd, and as a few people moved, I was able to see a few strands of blond hair. Durlo shifted a little to check some other vital, revealing more of the boy. His eyes were closed, but I knew exactly what colour they were.
I froze.
No, Demyx no!
End Notes: How about you guys be really nice to me and not point out how long their lunchtime is? It would make me a very happy authoress.
Wow, we're over half-way there. Many thanks to the guys still with me so far. Thanks for not losing faith last chap.
And no, I will not tell you whether or not Demyx is alive. You'll just have to wait and see.