On Stage

A/N: This is the first story I ever submitted here! So please be nice...
I hope you enjoy it! Let me know! Please no flames, I will not react on them. If you have comments you can just tell me, not rant about it.

Thanks for the nice reviews and to the watchers!! -bows- Here is the next chapter!

Warnings: This fic will contain shounen-ai / yaoi with Kingdom Hearts pairings ZexionxDemyx and AxelxRoxas, and maybe others. The rating is PG13, maybe I will make it higher in the future. THIS CHAPTER INVOLVES SELF-INJURY!

I do NOT own any of the Kingdom Hearts characters, this is just fanfiction.

On with the story!

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Chapter 4

Demyx turned out to not be such a great cook, so Riku ended up ordering pizza for all of them. Their violet haired guest joined them at the dinner table, feeling a bit out of place. Everybody was talking about the band and upcoming performances, but to Zexion the whole scene appeared chaotic and noisy. He had eaten alone at his apartment for years, nice and silent. The blonde guitarist noticed and sent him a smile.

"How do you like your pizza?" he said, turning to the shorter one.

Zexion looked down in embarrassment, "I-it's nice… thank you."

"Axel! Don't smoke at the table!" Roxas suddenly exclaimed as the redhead lit himself a cigarette. "We're still eating and we have a guest!" He punched him in the side.

"Oh, but I know you like it when I smoke…" Axel said in a tempting voice, leaning in. The short blonde shot him a glare but couldn't hide his reddened cheeks.

"Ah." Zexion stated, glancing from the blonde to the redhead and back, "You're a couple!" he stated bluntly. That solved the mystery of the four bedrooms and five band members! He wished he hadn't said it out loud though, everyone at the table burst out in laughter. Zexion could feel his face go red, did he say something stupid?

Axel leaned over the table and pinched both his cheeks, "Aww, you're so cute!" Then Roxas punched him again and pulled him back in his seat.

"B-but it's true! Isn't it?" Zexion spluttered. He didn't know how many shades of red there existed, but he was sure his face was the darkest red of its kind. Looking at the other members for support he found Riku and Marluxia just laughing, but luckily Demyx nodded at him once with a smile. He huffed and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. But he couldn't help but grin a little at the whole situation. Maybe he could get used to people some more.

Zexion insisted Demyx should sleep in his own bed that night, and told him that sleeping on the couch would be fine. After some pushing he complied and Zexion made himself comfortable on the awful tiger-print couch. He heard some of the band members shortly discussing something in the hallway, but he couldn't make out any words. It sounded like it was about the meeting they had had this morning with the record company. He wondered what had gone wrong. After a few minutes everyone returned to his own room and the apartment fell silent. Zexion turned and fell into a dreamless slumber.

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It was in the middle of the night when Zexion was awoken from his sleep. He lay there for a moment, still half asleep, questioning what had woken him up. He turned on the couch to glance through the room and into the hallway. He could see the light of the bathroom was turned on and he could hear someone rummage through some things.

Yawning he stood up, the pizza of that evening had made him thirsty. He couldn't see much in the dark, but in the light of the bathroom he could see Demyx' bedroom door was open. When he turned to go to the kitchen for a drink he was suddenly startled by a noise that tore his heart out. Sobbing. Soft sobbing coming from the bathroom. Was Demyx crying? He rushed to the bathroom door and glanced inside. His eyes went wide.

The blonde musician he liked so much sat on the cold tile floor, leaning with his back against the bathtub. His face was stained with tears, and to the shorter one's horror his arms were stained with blood. A razor lay forgotten on the ground next to him. It felt like he was standing in the doorway for an eternity, while it probably took mere seconds for the blonde to look up in shock and rush past him out of the cold, tiled room.

Zexion just stood there, mortified. Faintly he felt Demyx brush past him, a drop of the other one's blood staining his hand. He heard the front door slammed closed and that snapped him out of his trance. He looked at the drop of blood that was now trailing down his own hand. Demyx had gone outside. He was bleeding.

Without thinking he rushed to the door and opened it, hoping to catch a glance of the confused blonde. He found the apartment of the band was on the fourth floor and he held onto the railing to look down. It was raining and it was dark, so it was hard to see what was happening down on the streets. But in the light of a lamppost he caught a glimpse of someone rushing into the park across the street. How cliché.

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Demyx couldn't believe it. He had been caught! And by none other than his recent crush too! He buried his face in his hands. Without thinking he had rushed out of the apartment and by the time he got back to his senses he had stranded on a small bench in the park. He could feel the cold rain touch his skin and mix with the red, sticky fluid. He looked at his arms, he was such a mess.

Then suddenly the rain stopped, or at least he didn't feel the raindrops anymore. Just a nice feeling of numbness. But when he glanced up he noticed an umbrella above his head. Confused he looked to his side and saw a familiar face.

"Z-Zexion…" Demyx half said, half whispered, as if he couldn't believe it.

In his turn the violet haired one said nothing and just sat down next to him on the bench, his face not revealing any of his thoughts. They both fell silent and just listened to how the rain fell around them.

The blonde felt miserable, thoughts were swirling through his mind and he glanced to his side trying to read the violet haired one's thoughts.

"Zexion-…I'm-… I mean… You mustn't think-….You must think I'm such a freak!" He could feel tears running over his cheeks and he started hiccupping, "I'm so so-" Zexion cut him off right there by putting up his hand.

"Don't say it." He stated and the blonde shot him a confused look. Demyx could tell from his face that he was having trouble with something, he looked like he was fighting an inner conflict with himself. "Demyx." He closed his eyes, his brow crunching in conflict, and he raised his sleeves to reveal his underarms. The blonde gasped, his arms were covered in scars! Zexion chose to look straight ahead of him, not saying a word.

"Z-Zexion… you… used to cut too?" Demyx asked in a whisper.

"Demyx," he said, ignoring the question, "Don't ever say you're sorry." He turned to look him straight in his sea-blue eyes. "I'm sure you have good reasons for doing this."

At that Demyx felt tears welling up again and he threw his arms around his new friend, sobbing his heart out. Zexion flinched at the touch, but figured that this was what the blonde needed right now, so he allowed him. Softly he brushed the blonde's hair and inhaled his scent. It was tainted with blood, but it still smelled nice.

"You're not alone in this, understand?" he whispered and he felt Demyx nod into his chest.

They sat there for a moment before Demyx pulled back again and Zexion shivered.

"Can we go back now? It's cold." He said, hugging the umbrella to his chest. They had left the apartment in their pyjamas after all. Not to mention Zexion was bare feet. Demyx nodded and they walked back to the apartment in silence. The blonde felt kind of embarrassed and stupid as he walked next to the shorter one under the umbrella. Their hands touched accidently and Demyx' confused, hopeless blue eyes met with silent, sturdy grey ones. He pulled his hand back in shame -it was still a bit bloody after all- but surprisingly Zexion took his hand gently but firmly in his own. They stood there for a moment, before Zexion nodded at him and started leading him back into the building where the apartment was. The musician smiled and walked after him gingerly.

Zexion holding his hand somehow made Demyx feel so much stronger. It really felt like what the other had said earlier, he was not alone. When Zexion led him back into the apartment a feeling of exhaustion washed over him and he felt like sitting down for a minute. His violet haired saviour led him into the bathroom and sat him on the edge of the bathtub. Faintly he noticed Zexion cleaning his arms from blood and gently wrapping them in bandages. His mind was slurring a bit by now.

After cleaning up Zexion brushed a few strands of damp hair from the blonde's face. "Let's go back to sleep now, okay?"

Demyx nodded faintly and the moved to Demyx room where Zexion handed him a change of dry clothes. He waited outside the bedroom while the guitarist changed and felt a sudden longing for his own bed. What a mess.

Then the door opened and Zexion turned to say good night. Instead he was met with irresistible blue eyes. Demyx looked down in embarrassment and shifted on his spot. "I-…I-…" He started, a lump in his throat preventing him from speaking, "I-… I don't want to be alone right now." Tears started welling up again, "C-could you please s-stay?"

How could he ever say no to that?

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A/N: Hm... somehow I'm not sure whether or not I like this chapter. I wanted my story to go that way (or at least.. it led itself this way), but at the same time I think its stupid to portray the KH characters as cutting emo's... meh. So typical. Maybe I'll change this chapter later... or do a sequel or something.. ; This isn't the main part of the story tho, but I want to explain everything in detail!

Please not hate me for messing up their characters! ;;
I'll write an in-character fic after this one to make up for it, k? I already know a storyline!