Wee next chapter up already. Thanks to everyone who's been reading/reviewing/favouriting blah blah blah whatever with this story. You make me happy I warn that this chapter's pretty short, but hey, just think positively, at least it's up!!

Blood. Fresh blood in the morning. A faint pulse of music played in the other room, perfect for the mood and situation.

Zexion looked up at the lime scaled bathroom mirror. Large bags hung under his eyes from lack of sleep; well he guessed both eyes had bags under them even though he could only see one. It made his skin paler than usual, especially when placed by a mass of silver-blue hair.

A tear formed out of the corner of his visible eye- not out of the physical pain he was feeling at that point, but at the loneliness.

Zexion looked behind him to find his notebook sitting on the bed in the other room still in the place he had left it. He turned back to the mirror, smacking his weak palms on the sink, the freshly revealed blood still trickling from his wrists. He stared at the vivid red liquid, and then glanced at the pen knife in the sink.

One more time, Zexion thought. Then never, ever again. I've got Demyx now.

The tear fell from its place, followed by more. He didn't stop them from flowing.

Demyx… I miss you…

Zexion turned the tap on, rinsing the excess blood from his wrists and the knife. He closed the knife, frowned at it, and then chucked it behind him in frustration.

No. I won't give in to temptation.

He stormed out of his en-suite into his room, making his way towards the stereo. Ah, the relief of no other soul in the house. Twisting one of the knobs on the player, he increased the volume so as to drain everything away.

The silver-haired boy looked back at the book on his bed. It was his reminder that he had work to get a move on with; no matter how much he wanted to suddenly appear at Demyx's.

Wiping away the tears, he sat on the bed and picked up the book.

It's a poem… It doesn't have to be long… You have a few strong lines already… Just a few more to think up…

Zexion opened up the book, and started to write.

"Hey, Axel."

"Yeah?" the red-head answered, not looking up from the computer screen.

"How do you cope?" Demyx slid off the bed, onto the floor.

"With what?" Axel asked, rapidly typing

"Being away from your love."

"Oh…" Axel stopped typing. He removed himself from the computer and looked at his friend. Demyx sat on the floor, cuddling his knees close to his chest. His eyes seemed slightly damper than usual and were staring blankly ahead.

"Dem, it's alright," Axel tried to say reassuringly. However, reassuring in Axel's books was something that didn't happen often.

"I miss him," Demyx mumbled through his hoodie, before sobbing into his sleeves.

Fuck… Axel thought. He won't be stopping for a while.

Zexion scribbled down the final line, smiling to himself. He looked at the time on his stereo, still blaring out dark-themed music. One pm.

More than enough time to see Demyx… Although since everyone's out for the day why doesn't he come over here…? I'd better see if he's in first though.

Zexion flicked to the inner cover of his notebook where a freshly jotted number jumped out at him. Grabbing the nearest phone, he dialled the number.

"Dem, don't worry about it. You saw him yesterday and you'll see him today as well."

Demyx rubbed his eyes. "Maybe I should phone him?"

A muffled jingle sounded in the room.

"Isn't that your phone, Dem?" Axel asked.

"Yeah, I think it is!"

Rifling around on the bed, Demyx retrieved his phone and answered it before the final chime.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Demyx?"

"Is that you, Zexion?"

"Yeah, Dem."

Fresh tears replaced the ones that had just faded away from Demyx's eyes. "I really miss you, Zexion."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"But it's only been half a day or so since I last saw you."

"That's too long! I don't ever wanna leave you!"

"Well, if that's the case why don't you come over here?"

Demyx wiped away his tears on his hoodie yet again. "Ok."

"I'll come pick you up. Be about ten minutes, ok?"

"Ok then."

"I miss you too, Demyx. Don't worry; we'll be together soon,"

"Ok."

The phone cut off. Demyx stared at it in bewilderment.

"So?" Axel asked.

"Zexion's coming over to take me to his place." Demyx smiled.

"That's great!" Axel grinned. "You need some alone time with him."

Demyx looked at Axel, slightly confused.

Axel shrugged. "You didn't think I was coming too, did you?"

Demyx blushed. "I dunno, it just seems strange. You're usually somewhere nearby."

The red-head put a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "I've got my own things to sort out here, ok? You'll be fine."

Demyx nodded. "You're right. It'll be great."

Outside a car pulled up by the house. Demyx clambered over the bed to look outside the window. Down below was the familiar black car that Zexion always drove.

"Ten minutes already?" Demyx wondered.

"I'd say five since that phone call," Axel said, smirking. "Well, you'd better get going. Wouldn't want to have him wait."

"Uh huh," Demyx smiled, dashing out of the room and down the stairs.

Axel waited until he heard the front door slam shut, and then grabbed the phone that lay on his mattress. He took a deep breath in, trying to avoid the tears. He fumbled with the buttons and dialled the number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Roxy."

"You ready?" Zexion asked as Demyx shuffled into the passenger seat.

"Yup."

The silver shone brilliantly in the guy's hair. He smiled, starting the engine.

You would not believe how much I missed you, Dem

So, yeah, there we have it. Next chapter will be up whenever I get around to actually writing it, which shouldn't be that long away