F'neeeee~ Here's chapter 4 for you! Yet again, I thank you for the reviews and support ^.^ I'm updating weekly now, because I can't type much with school and stuff. But, Happy late Xigdem day! I did this fic for it, even though I posted the first chapter 3 days too early… and this one a few days late… But, anyway I hope you enjoy!
Disc: Is KH doujinshi legal in Japan? No? Then it's not mine.
Demyx hurried through the portal and back into the kitchen, barely making it through as he heard the faint squeak of Xigbar's door as the corridor closed behind him. He sighed, his body still hot from Xigbar's touch. He blushed, looking down at the tent in his pants. How was he gonna fix that? He certainly wasn't going to jerk off in the kitchen… Which also reminded him that he had left his cloak in Xigbar's room. He mentally slapped himself for being so stupid, getting up out of the white chair.
"Looks like I'm gonna need a cold shower …" He mumbled to himself, sneaking out of the kitchen and to the nearest bathroom. He wondered why he didn't just portal himself there instead of taking the chance of being spotted, but he shrugged it off as he stripped himself of his remaining clothing.
He gave a hiss as he turned the water on, the freezing cold liquid pouring down on him. He wiggled around uncomfortably, making weird noises as he was nearly turned into an ice cube. Finally, he couldn't stand it any more and turned the water off. He jumped out, wrapping a towel around his waist.
He shook his head like a wet dog, droplets of water flying all over the bathroom and splattering onto the mirror. He looked at himself, his body covered in scars, each one holding it's story about the constant abuse he experienced from Axel. He smiled though, seeing a dark purple hickey on the crook of his neck. For once it was one that could be classified as a 'love bite', and not a bruise.
He opened a corridor back to his own room, closing it behind himself as he nearly killed himself tripping over his sitar. He landed on the floor with an audible 'THUMP', picking himself up quickly to check on his sitar. Everything was in check, the instrument completely undamaged. Demyx, on the other hand had yet another sore spot to deal with.
He threw on a black pair of pants, sitting down on his bed. Picking up the blue instrument, he began strumming his fingers along the strings. The tune was slow, but not haunting like a lot of the music that came from the sitar lately. Demyx's feelings were always reflected in his music, and the happiness he felt from Axel's leaving could be heard.
He practiced for a little while, before finally sitting his beloved sitar back up against the wall in its usual spot. It was strange, not having anyone come to his door and knock furiously, telling him to stop playing and that it was getting on their nerves. Demyx was still concerned that the others might make it back. All except for Axel, who could stay there forever for all he cared.
"I'm bored now." Demyx mumbled to himself. He nearly screamed like a little girl when Luxord threw open his door.
"Did somebody say bored?" He asked in the normal British accent, shuffling his deck of cards. He had an almost manic grin on his face, the kind that wuld scar little children for life if they saw it.
"I did… I'm kinda bored…" Demyx squeaked. The Brit leapt onto his bed, landing in a frog position.
"Wanna play a game?" He asked. He was getting a little too close to the nocturne for comfort as Demyx tried to wriggle back a bit.
"Uhm… Sure?" Demyx asked. The other man was probably in some kind of shock now that he had fewer people to gamble with. Also, with Marluxia being gone nobody was ever going to agree to play strip poker with him again.
"What will it be then? Old maid, war, blackjack…" Demyx felt his brain cells dying as the gambler listed all the different card games. Finally, his last brain cell made a stand.
"Can we just play gold fish?" Demyx asked. The other man nodded furiously, dealing the cards. The game lasted awhile, and Demyx was catching up with the Brit by the time the deck was nearly empty. They were locked in some kind of weird death-glare as they got down to the few final cards.
"Got any… sevens?" Luxord asked, looking at the nocturne suspiciously. Demyx shook his head in a no.
"Sorry, go fish Lux." He said, and Luxord pulled another card out of the stack. "Have you got any… Three's?" Demyx asked with a mischievous smile. Luxord gasped dramatically, handing over the card. "Yes! I won! I Finally beat you!" Demyx yelled in triumph. He grabbed his sitar and played the victory song while Luxord hung his head in defeat.
"I can't believe this… No!" Luxord raved. Demyx dropped his sitar and did the victory dance. Luxord picked up his cards and left, a cloud hanging over his head. He continued screaming about his win, and dancing around like an idiot.
"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" Saix yelled through the open door, causing Demyx to fall off of the bed and onto the floor. Saix smirked.
"That's what you get for calling me puppy." He said, walking off before Demyx could collect himself. He rubbed his head. This was definitely not his day. He wasn't sure if he was going to recover at all during Axel's absence if things kept on like this. But, then again Xigbar would be able to kiss them better for him.
"Oh right…" Demyx said to himself. He placed his hand on the hickey that was neck, which had grown a bit lighter in the hours since he had gotten it.
"I wonder if Luxord saw." He thought out loud. The other man hadn't seemed to have noticed, and if he had he would have guessed it was from Axel. He had been there the night before, so if he had made any marks they would still be there. Which reminded him of the little twinge of pain in his lower body he got whenever he moved the wrong way.
He got out of his bed, leaving the plain white sheets as they were. He stepped out of his room and started down the hallway once more. Dinner would be served soon, although he wasn't sure if it was going to be safe to eat. He had no idea who was playing chef tonight, and wasn't sure he wanted to.
"My belly's hurting already…" Demyx said, clutching his stomach. As he drew closer to the kitchen, he took in a big whiff of the smells coming from the dining hall. And by the smell of it, it was Xemnas's turn to cook. Oh god. He nearly gagged at the thought of the superior's cooking. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard the sound of Saix and the superior bickering from inside the kitchen.
"I'm telling you Xemnas, you're not supposed to use shortening on a grilled cheese. The recipe says butter." He heard coming from the diviner.
"Butter, shortening, same thing. They're both bad for you and clog your arteries so I don't see why I can't use it on these things." Xemnas snapped back. Saix just groaned, and Demyx heard a book closing. It was probably the cookbook they kept just in case. Demyx didn't want to know what else was going to be in the sandwiches, so he snuck past the kitchen and into the dining room.
"It's going to be kind of lonely without the others, isn't it?" Demyx jumped when Xion spoke from behind him. He smiled and nodded, looking at all of the seats that would be empty. They all had a little number engraved on the back so everyone had their own spot at the table. "Do you miss everyone too Demyx?" She asked.
"Yeah, most of them. Some I would rather do without though." He said. The girl smiled back, showing her tiny white teeth.
"Me too. I'm definitely glad Larxene's gone. She scares me more than anyone else." She said, shuddering. Demyx laughed, also kind of relieved that the woman was gone off to castle oblivion.
"Dinner's ready!" Demyx heard Xemnas yell from the kitchen. The remaining members of the organization all walked through portals and into the room, sitting down at their usual spots. Demyx sat down in the seat marked with the number IX, frowning at all the empty seats.
Dinner was the same as usual, only some of them couldn't eat the burned greasy sandwiches that Xemnas had concocted. They all talked about the same stuff, missions, their day, and just a bunch of random stuff. He found himself staring at Xigbar several times, and if he was caught the other man would smirk and wiggle his eyebrows suggestively. At one point he did this and scratched his neck at the same time, making Demyx pull his cloak over the purple love bite on his shoulder.
"I really have to get rid of this thing…" Demyx mumbled to himself after diner, walking down the hallways. He opened the door to his room and hopped into bed, this being the first time he'd been able to easily fall asleep in a long time.
GUH. It's crappy, but I'm posting it today because it's valentine's day. Even though there isn't any yaoi in this one… Just a crazy Brit and a hickey. But, I'm hoping next chapter I'll get some smut in here. Also, you're probably wondering 'what does this have to do with the song?' Well, it comes into play in later chapters. So, don't worry people ^.^