A/N: Very sorry that this chapter was out of order. FFNET was being a bitch or something happened. Not sure what. Anyways, sorry for the confusion!
Zexion
"I love you like a son, Zexion." I lifted my gaze off One's desk, staring up at him instead. He was standing, his palms flat on the table as his head was dipped low, the cloak making his figure look so sombre...
"I understand now why my father hated me as he did..." He murmured, making me frown and pull the cloak off my own head so I could make my confusion visible to him. He chuckled softly at my facial expression, reaching up so he could reveal his own face.
"What is the link?" I demanded, "What are you trying to tell me?"
He pulled one of his desk drawers open, lifting a stack of newspapers out of it which he then dropped in front of my nose. Placing his palm on the top one, he pushed it to the left, fanning them out so all seven headlines were displayed. Murders... I looked up at him, still confused as I didn't understand.
"This is to be your future, Zexion..." He ticked off the titles with the long nail of his right middle finger.
I shook my head stubbornly, crossing my arms over my chest, "I am a spy. I do not kill." I reminded him. He laughed softly, sitting down on his large desk chair, pressing his fingertips against one another as he eyed me curiously, one eyebrow raised.
"Are you daft, Six? Do you not hear what I am saying to you?" He asked. I sprang to my feet, slamming my palms harshly on top of his desk. He didn't seem all that surprised with my sudden violent reaction.
"I don't understand!" I shouted at him, wanting him to speak straight to me... Why couldn't he just say things as they were?
His upper lip curled back in slight disgust, his left hand waving in direction of his door, "Get out."
Growling in anger at him, I pulled my cloak roughly back over my head as I did as I was asked. Slamming the door shut behind me just because I could and I wanted One to know I was frustrated with him, I stepped into the dark tunnel, turning my body to the right so I could make my way outside. As I walked through, I could hear Eight and Nine giggling over something in their quarters and a little further along the way, the microwave was on, probably Five making himself some more hot chocolate. I blocked out the rest of the sounds, needing fresh air... I needed to breathe.
Stretching my hands out, I walked on, patiently waiting for my hands to connect with the stone door that would lead to the cursed grounds. Once there, I let the inner device read my prints and then sighed in relief as the fresh air of the night filled my nostrils. I stiffened as I could hear paws disturbing the ground not to far away from me, and turned my eyes in that direction slowly, gazing at the three wolves standing between a couple of trees further ahead. They were eying me curiously.
"You've already eaten." I said softly, "You won't harm me." Bowing their way in form of respect, I straightened back up and then walked slowly passed them, making sure they were no longer watching me before taking off in a sprint. Was it because I was starting to see things differently ever since I'd met Demyx? Was it because of that, that everything seemed to be changing in the Organization? Maybe things weren't changing... maybe I was. I didn't stop to take a break, simply continued to run through the opening in the trees, quickly jumping my way up onto the roof of the Monastery. Maybe I was changing and the Organization was too... I slowed my pace, gently coming to a halt as I reached the large bell at the top. Smiling a little bit, I reached up with my hands, about to pull off the cloak so I could enjoy the brisk breeze of the night completely.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." A voice said, making me pull my hands back down to my sides quickly.
"Thirteen." I said curtly, a frown playing on my face that he couldn't see. What was he doing here? Again? As he laughed hauntingly low, darkly, he stepped out from behind the bell, "What is it that you want now?" I tried to keep the slight tremble out of my voice. I knew that if I showed him I was scared that it would only amuse him. He liked people to be scared of him, it gave him great pleasure...
"You are becoming quite the difficult pawn, Six." He murmured curiously, his hand reaching behind his back. I gulped nervously as he revealed a short knife.
"You're here to strip me off my number." I said confidently but the confidence slipped away instantly as Thirteen laughed loudly, shaking his head back and forth.
"That is one order I shall never get from One..." He trailed off, stretching out his armed hand so the tip of his knife was pointed at me, the moonlight bouncing off the blade, "You, my dear Six, are extremely spoiled." He breathed in deeply, that dark chuckle present again, "You could have become an important figure on my chess board..." He shook his head in a regretful manner, "Unfortunately, you've become so important, your shadow is starting to loom over me. I don't like that, Six..." He said sternly, as if scolding a small child for stealing cookies out of the jar right before dinner. My posture tensed as he shuffled his body slightly towards me.
"I'll give you to the count of ten." He whispered, my eyes widening in fear.
"One!" He shouted loudly, his voice echoing over the Monastery, "Two!" I took a fearful step back from him, my eyes darting every which way as I didn't know what to do. Run? What had gotten into his mind?
"Three!" For some reason he hated me on a personal level. The last time he'd gone behind One's back was with previous Number Eight... "Four!"
Demyx...
"Five!" I inhaled sharply right before I ran right passed him, my shoulder nearly touching his as I flung myself down the Monastery's roof. Demyx. I had to run to stay alive. For Demyx.
"Six!" Tuning him out, I ran as fast as I could, straight into the forest and away from Thirteen. He was going to follow me. He'd catch up with me. He was the Organization's Assassin. Whenever he needed to kill, he rarely failed in it. Turning off my thoughts, I ran to wherever, hoping I could keep outrunning him. Hoping I'd stay alive.
He was too close. Why had I come here? I was putting him in danger... Why did I have to go here? I sucked in a sharp breath, placing my palm over my mouth as I crouched down lower in my knees, making myself as small as possible so my cloak's black color could fade into the brick work of the chimney I was hiding behind. Pressing my back firmly against the small expanse of stones, I leaned over to the right, peeking from the corner to see Thirteen standing in the center of the plaza, his cloaked face tilted to the left in curiosity as he slowly turned around to see where I was hiding. He'd never find me... Not even Thirteen could find me when I was invisible... Only Demyx could... Because he really saw me. The true me... Why had I run here? Breathing steadily through my nose, I plastered myself against the chimney of the book store, grateful for the rain as the big drops of water clattered noisily onto the roofs, helping me when it came to Thirteen's perfect hearing... Fucking assassin... Why had I become his new game?
"Come out, Come out, wherever you are!" He sing-songed in an amused, dark and hauntingly tone of voice, sending shivers down my spine. If I stayed here long enough, he'd get bored and leave. He had too...
Swallowing nervously, I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, hoping the blindness I offered myself would help my heart calm down... I was terrified. The rain was soothing though... The rain would help me... Chants... Remember the chants... I inhaled deeply, trying to smell the incense the monks used to purify the grounds instead of the humidity of my cloak. I hoped Thirteen hadn't woken anyone with his shout... What if Demyx woke and went to see what was going on? Thirteen would kill him, surely he would... Nobody could stand in the way of his cat and mouse game... Not even the love of my life was allowed to interrupt him. Why did I have to go here? I opened my eyes, leaning to my right again to take a quick peek. My heart skipped a beat and my eyes blinked in surprise... He was gone?
I reached for my cloak, pulling it more tightly against me, grimacing as the wetness of it bothered me. If he wasn't gone, then showing myself would get me killed. If he was gone... Showing myself... My breathing sped up, my heart beating fast again as I stood from my crouch, looking out over the chimney. Scanning my eyes over the plaza I climbed on top of the chimney slowly. My hands were cold...
The rain was cold. I was cold... My limbs were shaking... I wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or because I was just scared. Taking a deep steadying breath, I jumped forward, landing on my feet at the edge of the book store's roof, only to push off them directly, leaping into the air, flipping over and landing in a crouch before the entrance of the book store. I snapped my head left and right, making sure nothing had moved in the time of my jump before I stood slowly, gripping my upper arms, rubbing them as those too were starting to get cold. As I nervously let my eyes dart over the plaza, I slowly walked to the center of it. Once I had reached the middle point of it, I stood, letting my chin drop to my chest, closing my eyes. I was soaked from head to toe at this point, but I didn't really care. I needed to stay here, make sure that if Thirteen was still here, he'd only get me... Not Demyx. Only me. I was out in the open, if he wanted me, he could come and get me.
Time seemed to drag on forever as I kept my ears strained to hear every little sound that surrounded me, hoping I could hear him move if he ever did, if he was still here... He wasn't though. I knew for certain that he wasn't here anymore... He liked to play, but he wasn't patient. He'd given up... I slowly opened my eyes, uncrossing my arms from their tight hold to let them hang by my sides, turning slowly so I could look at each and every corner. When my eyes landed on Demyx' music store, I hesitated, taking one step towards it before stopping in my tracks... Would it be wise to go see him now? What if my instinct was wrong and Thirteen was still here? He'd find Demyx...
I took another step forward, as if this unexplainable urge was pulling on my limbs, forcing me to go to Demyx whether my logic agreed with my movements or not. He's already in danger, isn't he? Just being with me... I gritted my teeth as I took a couple more steps towards the music store, standing right in front of the entrance now. I was selfish. I shouldn't... But I was going to.
I jumped up, grabbing the edge of the front door, pulling myself up so I could grab the edge of the wall that defined the first floor from the second before pulling myself up, pushing off with my feet from the front door's top edge. Once I'd climbed up to the second floor bathroom window, I placed my palm against the glass, but then pulled it back, instead, climbed up onto the roof with help from the bathroom window, before walking over to the right side of the store, letting myself drop down from the side, hanging on to the rain-pipe. Feet dangling in the air, eyes aligned with the top of Demyx' bedroom window, I knocked... it was the least I could do.
It didn't take him very long to appear in front of the window, a smile playing on his lips as he quickly opened the window, "Six?" The smile faltered though as he saw the weather outside, "Wow, come inside. You're soaked!"
I kicked my feet up, stepping into his inner window ledge so I could get inside. He closed the window quickly, turning to me with worried eyes as he took in the state of me. He was too sweet for his own good... "I'm sorry, I know it's the middle of the night... I... Apparently I just really needed to see you." I pulled the cloak off my head, shaking my head so I could get the water out of my hair.
He chuckled as he blocked the water droplets coming from my hair, "Hey! Don't shake there! Come here, lets get you out of those soaking clothes and warmed up." He smiled, guiding me to the middle of his room, "I don't mind you stopping by, but take better care of yourself, Six." He pinched my cheek, a worried look in his eyes, "You're going to get sick."
I smiled quickly at him, but I couldn't seem to make it a warm smile as I was still scared... "I... I was running..." I told him honestly. He was the only one that listened to me...
"You were running? Here, lemme go grab you another towel. Why were you running in the rain?" He asked as he let go off me for a second to get me some towels from the closet beside his bed.
I undid the knot of my cloak, letting the soaked thing fall to the floor and then I quickly pulled off my black sweater, lifting my arms so he could dry me off, "I'm really stupid for coming here... I'm... I was running from someone..." I whispered shakily, looking over my shoulder so I could take a quick peek out of the window.
I grabbed his hand, placing his palm flat against my bare chest so he could feel the beat of my scared heart as I shook my head in a negative, "Things... They're bad, Demyx... I don't understand half of what is going on and that scares me, I'm supposed to know all the details. I don't know what he wants from me!" I shouted out nervously.
I stared as he asked, "Who were you running from?"
I stared as he asked, nodding my head quickly to show him I was listening, "I... Can we... Demyx, I'm cold..." I muttered, feeling my bottom lip pouting outwards, "Thirteen... He's bad, Demyx. He's very, very bad... He's like the big bad wolf bad..." I told him, feeling myself calm down as I was safe in his arms. I sighed contently as my body warmed too.
He undid my pants in a very clinical kind of way, "Was he...He was chasing you?"
"Yes. He challenged me during a conference, questioned my methods... He... A couple of weeks ago he found me on the Monastery!" I shrieked, "Numbers aren't supposed to communicate... Never, Demyx. I'm not allowed! They're not allowed! The only reason Thirteen would communicate with me is to strip me of my number and if that were the case, I'd be dead by now. He's not stripping me off my number... I know he's not because he's playing with me. I don't know why, Demyx! I'm his new game... He's bored and he's decided to scare me and it's working. He cornered me on the Monastery again tonight and and... and!" I inhaled sharply, remembering to breath as I remembered how he'd counted down... Counted down, giving me a head start to run.
He slapped me out of it, "Calm. Down. Right. Now. He isn't here, and you're still shivering." He looked scared... "Come on. Shower time."
"Okay... Okay... I'll try and explain again after the shower... I'm sorry I'm freaking out..." I clung to him tightly, never willing to let go, "You'll stay with me in the bathroom, right?" I pleaded, "You don't have to be in the shower... but..."
He blushed, but the worry in his eyes didn't fade away, "I...I..don't mind. I'll do whatever you want, Six. Please, tell me what you need, and I'll do my best."
I nodded at him, letting him pull me along with him to the bathroom. Once inside, he turned his back to me, a red blush on his cheeks as he offered me privacy to strip the remaining piece of clothing off. I turned the shower on quickly, wincing a bit as it was a little on the hot side as I stepped inside. I closed the curtain, adjusting the water afterwards, "You can turn around again..." I murmured.
He pushed a washcloth through a small opening in the curtain, "Is the water hot enough?"
I took the washcloth he offered, "It is. Thanks Demyx... I'm sorry for... loosing it."
"No worries, Six. I was gonna tell you, I sold an entire band set today. 2 guitars, 1 bass, a 7 piece drum set, and even a keyboard-"
I heard a loud crash, making me yelp in fear. Thirteen! I should have never led him here! I ripped the curtain aside, grabbing Demyx' arm so I could pull him in the shower with me, cutting him off mid-sentence as I placed my palm over his mouth to keep him silent while pulling the curtain back in place with my other hand. I squeezed my eyes shut, straining my ears, hoping I could hear Thirteen's footsteps on the roof... He had to be on he roof...
He pulled my hand off his mouth, giving me a reassuring smile, "Six. It was thunder. There isn't anyone there."
Oh... I blushed, my entire body did actually as I nervously darted my eyes down to my nether regions before looking shyly back up at Demyx, "Whoops?" I offered.
He looked uncertain for a moment, but then a blush appeared, "Well, now that I'm in here..." He began pulling his shirt over his head, "We'll just keep it all above the belt, k?" His eyes stayed on my face, never peeking down, "Just relax, Six."
Relax? You're getting naked! Last thing I can do is relax. My lips parted as Demyx pulled his shirt over his head... "Yeah, lets see how good you'll do," I muttered, grabbing his face as it popped out from the shirt, kissing him hard. I moaned as my skin touched his naked skin for the first time, eyes rolling into the back of my head... Oh god... Now I was going to have to thank Thirteen.
He moaned into the kiss, not moving as he allowed me to do whatever I wanted. Spurred on by the moan, I grabbed his shoulders, turning us around so I could press his back against the shower tiled wall, leaning in so I could mold my body against his, kissing him fiercely as my palms slid down over his chest along with the warm water spraying down on us, "I won't stop if you don't tell me to stop..." I warned before sucking in his bottom lip.
"Crap." He looked conflicted, "Okay. We're going to stop, wash, then go make out on the couch. Yup." He pushed me away, quickly turning me around so my back was facing him, "Okay?"
I grumbled, "Not okay, but if that's what you really want." I could just get him naked on the couch again... Or! I could spill a drink on him once we were on the couch and get us back in the shower again. He wouldn't be able to resist the second time around...
He laughed, "Why do I feel like you're plotting something devious?" His fingers slid over my neck and into my hair, the tips of it pressing softly against my scalp, "Come on, the sooner we are done, the sooner you get dressed and cuddle with me on the couch." I leaned my head back, groaning in delight as his fingers worked like magic on my scalp.
"But naked is so much better..." I muttered somewhat incoherently as what he was doing just felt so good. But then he suddenly stopped. I made a noise of protest as he made the bottle of soap appear before me.
"Well, I'm going to slip off my shorts, but DON'T turn around okay?" I could feel his glare burning the skin on my back, making me grin, "It sucks to be all wet with your clothes on..." he grumbled.
I chuckled, "You're making it so hard for me to behave..."
"I know! I'm sorry! But I seriously hate wet clothes."
I closed my eyes, willing myself not to move... He didn't want this yet, did he? Why else would he want us to go back to the couch? It was so hard to concentrate and behave though... He was getting naked behind me... How did he expect me to ignore this? I hadn't... I wanted him. I shivered in delight at the idea of turning around, of seeing him, I wanted to touch him. I turned around, my eyes still closed as I still couldn't tell if he was truly uncomfortable with this situation... If he was, I didn't want to force him. But...
"Demyx?" I pleaded.
"Six?" His voice dropped an octave, "Fuck."
My eyes popped open at the curse word, surprised as Demyx never cursed... He hadn't cursed because he was mad though... My lips parted as I realized he was looking at me, and I bit onto my bottom lip as I let my eyes scan over him from head to toe slowly.
"Not the couch." I said firmly, taking that one step forward that would allow me to touch him. And I did. I let my fingers twine their way into his hair, kissing him desperately as I pressed my body against his, moaning loudly as I slowly rolled my hips against his own.
"No." He murmured softly, lovingly, "Here is fine, too."
I smiled against his mouth, letting my hands slide out of his hair, down his neck, over his chest, his sides... I gripped his hips tightly, biting onto his lip as I jerked roughly against him. I needed him so bad... I tilted my head, breaking the lip lock so I could drop my head into his neck, lavishing his skin with hundreds of tiny pecks as I let my grip on his hips relax, my fingers sliding over his wet skin so I could reach for his ass, "You trust me, right?" I whispered.
He cupped my face in his hands, smiling, "Yes."
My heart swelled at the simple reply, and I smiled at the sincerity of it... I tipped my head up, kissing his lips softly as I tilted my body to the left, letting my right hand move over his side and to the front, flattening my palm against his stomach. I quickly looked into his blue eyes, swallowing nervously before I closed my eyes again, kissing him deeply as I let my hand move down. I moaned as my fingers wrapped around his erection, and I stilled my movements for a moment so he could get used to the feeling of it all.
I sighed in relief, glad he was okay with everything, before I let my lips slide off his own and over his cheek, down his neck. I sucked hard onto the skin beneath his ear at the same time I moved my hand over his length, squeezing the base before I began to move my fingers up and down slowly... I hoped I was doing this right. I'd never actually done foreplay before...
"Six?" He questioned, his hand moving down my stomach. I popped my head out of his neck, blinking in surprise as he'd broken me out of my deep concentration. My hand faltered in it's pace for a split second, but I quickly got a hold of it again when I realized where his hand was...
Oh god, "Oh god..." I moaned, overwhelmed with all the emotions running through me. Where was my brain? I don't think I cared... He moved his hand lower, tentatively gripping my erection before he started moving. I whimpered at the contact, letting my forehead drop against his chest, my breathing speeding up as he moved his hand in the same rhythm mine was moving. My eyes rolled backwards, and I shook my head a little, kicking my brain partly off cloud nine before I dipped my head down, parting my lips so I could place an open mouthed kiss on his nipple, sucking gently on it...
"Oh, shit..." He tilted his head down, kissing my neck in response to my own kisses. I released his nipple with a popping sound, chuckling at his words as I nodded my head in agreement, seeking a kiss.
I sped up the pace, and moaned as he mimicked it, "I'm not... I..." I inhaled sharply, not sure I knew how to breathe anymore, "I'm not going to last very long..." I told him before I resumed the kiss.
"Yeah, same here." He replied breathlessly, his other hand running through my hair, pushing in gently back.
I released his erection, moving my body back in front of him, effectively making him lose his own hold on me. Reached up with my hands, I cupped his face, deepening the kiss as I rolled my hips firmly against his in a steady pace. I yelped in surprise as he spun us around, breaking the kiss for a moment before he simply continued it, pressing me into the cold tiles. He nudged my legs apart with his knees before gripping the outsides of my thighs, making my breathing hitch as he simply lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Six, put your arms around my neck." He moaned as he increased our friction, one of his hands gripping my ass for support while the other he braced against the wall above my head, his hips moving firmly against my own. I wrapped my arms quickly around his neck, complying to his request as my eyes widened at the sudden position change.
"Oh fuck... Fuck!" I shouted, my heart trying to dig it's way out of my chest. I let my head drop backwards against the tiles, my neck exposed to the water as my breathing was ragged, moans continuously breaking through the rapid breathing. I moved my hips along with his, tilting my head back so I could look at him, "Demyx..." I panted, before my entire body began to shake and I repeated his name in a load groan, squeezing my eyes shut tightly as I came hard. His lips clamped shut, the sight of him throwing me over the edge, and I knew he would soon as well. His head dropped into the crook of my neck, and I winced as his teeth bit into my skin as he came. I liked it though...
After a moment of just pants filling the shower stall, I pushed my back off the tiles, wrapping my arms more tightly around his neck, hooking my heels together so he was forced to hold me up without the support of the wall, "I love you..." I chanted against his neck, shivering in delight, my muscles tightening and then relaxing as they tried to come down from the high.
He held me more tightly against him, leaning back against the wall to find some stability there, "I love you, too Six." He murmured, kissing me softly afterwards, "Love you too." He chuckled low, "Oh man, you're so amazing."
I yawned, shaking my head, "No I'm not... Can you bring me to bed? I'm gonna fall asleep..." I murmured sleepily.
He rolled his eyes, grinning, "Can we rinse and dry off first? Then, yes. Bed." He promised.
I gripped him more tightly, willing my limb to lock in place, "You do it. I'm not moving from where I am. I can sleep like this."
He laughed softly, "Six, you do realize that the parts that need to be rinsed off, are in fact the parts that are between us? Well, at least lean back a little, so the water can get between us." He had a shit eating grin on his face as he pulled his head back to look at me, pushing the hair out of my face in a loving gesture.
I grumbled, letting myself slide off him. Once my feet were connected with the floor, I quickly grabbed the shower head and then sprayed us down in less then two seconds. On the tips of my toes I put the thing back in place and then turned to Demyx, jumping back up in his arms without warning whatsoever, "We can dry while we sleep." I instructed stubbornly.
He laughed loudly, his hands holding me steadily, never a moment of hesitation as he'd caught me, "Okay, okay. You win. But just be glad I'm not some weak little guy, or you'd fall." He pointed out, carrying me out of the shower stall, out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
I smiled in victory, placing a quick kiss against his neck before just laying my head there, closing my eyes as I sighed contently, ready to fall asleep at any second, "I'm very glad you're you." I mumbled.
"Who else would I be?"
I chuckled sleepily, "You wouldn't be you if you were shorter. I'm very glad you're a big tree that packs enough muscles to deal with monkey me."
I giggled as he let us drop down to the bed, the air whooshing by us, "Umph! Okay, we're in bed, naked. Happy?" He asked.
I exhaled loudly in form of happiness, holding him close to me, "Yes," I yawned, "Sleep..." I mumbled, somewhat half asleep already.
"Six?" He whispered, nudged me gently.
"Hmmm?" I kept my eyes closed, but smiled at him so he knew he had my attention.
"Want to go on a double date?" The words sounded somewhat strained, as if he feared my response to his question.
I cracked one eye open, raising an eyebrow, "With who?"
"Roxas and Red." he smiled, "I thought we could go to the beach again."
I wrinkled my nose at the thought of spending more time with Roxas... And Red? That should be interesting. I sincerely hoped that killing urge was gone now. I grinned... Yes, it was... Demyx and I had business hours in the shower now... I opened both my eyes so I could look at him a bit more seriously, "Would it make you happy to go on a double date with them?"
He sighed, "Yes, it would make me very happy. But I am not going to force you."
I sighed in return, "I'd be lying if I said I'm jumping up and down with joy over the idea... But, no you're not forcing me. I know this is important to you, and Roxas is like your brother..." I smiled, "I remember. I'll do my best to get along with him better." I told him honestly, "I want too." I added for good measure.
He hugged me, "That means a lot to me. Thanks." He pulled back a little, blushing, "I love you." he whispered shyly.
I kissed his lips softly, smiling as I did so, "As I love you.. Sleep now, Demyx..." I suggested happily.
I woke up at the sound of my beeper, my head popping up from Demyx's chest and I quickly untangled myself from him, jumping off the bed so I could shut the device up before my sleeping boyfriend would wake. Checking the alarm on his nightstand, I sighed heavily. It was nearly seven in the morning. His alarm would go off at eight and then he would start working. I had to go back...
Pouting at his sleeping face, I dropped my pants along with the beeper, climbing in bed again so I could snuggle back up on top of him. Still sleeping, he automatically wrapped his arms around me and I smiled at him for it. I kissed his forehead, nose and mouth quickly before carefully slipping back out of his arms and then walking back to my clothes, that had dried since then, dressing myself so I could head back to the base. Stupid One and his interruptions.
Grumbling, I walked out of the bedroom and into his living room, quickly finding the note pad I'd located the other day. I scribbled down that I loved him and would be there to meet his cousin's boyfriend like I'd promised after our awesome shower. Walking back into the bedroom, I pulled the cloak over my head, placing the note on the pillow beside his, leaning over so I could place one last kiss on his lips. I chuckled as his lips puckered out to return the kiss, but it was followed by a short snore. Silly, lovely Demyx... I loved him so much.
Someone grabbed a hold of my wrist, stopping me from knocking on One's door and I gulped as a knife pressed against my throat.
"Six..." Thirteen. I swallowed the noise of fear that wanted to escape me, not wanting him to hear it.
"Numbers never run." He whispered against my ear, making me cringe back in disgust as none but Demyx' lips were allowed to touch me.
He chuckled softly, "Never do they run. Except..." He trailed off, pressing the knife more firmly against my throat as I tried to wiggle my way out of his hold, "Except once. Once there was a Number that ran. He was a Number in love..." My eyes widened in fear. He couldn't? No... He was gone! He hadn't been there anymore!
"I am not in lo-" I winced as his nails dug into my skin painfully, cutting me off in my statement.
"Choose your words carefully..." He murmured.
Thirteen was right. Had I not been in love with Demyx, I wouldn't have run from him last night.
"Tell One about our little game and I will find and kill the one you love, Six." He announced the threat clearly, releasing me as he knew... He knew...
Meeting Axel
Cloak, or no cloak? It's not like Roxas hadn't seen me already... I crouched down behind the large rock as Demyx turned around again, his eyebrows furrowed as he was probably wondering where I was. That was the seventh time he'd turned to check ever since I'd gotten here. I breathed in deeply... I can do this. Red is tall, but he's lanky looking too... He can't be that dangerous. The tattoos were probably just for show. Nodding at myself, I decided that I would keep the cloak on until I reached Demyx. Demyx would help me breathe... He'd make me feel comfortable in less then two seconds and then I'd... I wouldn't freak out.
I peeked out over the rock again, and tugged on the hood quickly before I popped my head out from behind it completely, Demyx' face smoothing over with relief as he smiled and waved me over. I jumped over the rock, and then continued to sprint from stone to stone so I could make my way down to the small patch of sand the three were standing on. Not so much as giving Red and Roxas a glance, I made my way immediately over to Demyx, wrapping my arms around his waist so I could hide my face in his neck as I breathed him in. There... Much better...
"Six! I was worried there for a minute." He giggled as my face in his neck tickled him a bit, "Come on, meet Red."
"Okay..." I mumbled nervously, quickly grabbing his hand so I could keep steady, "I love you." I added really fast before starting up this whole ordeal. My muscles hurt that tense.
He smiled at me, gesturing for Roxas and Red, "Six, this is Red. Red, this is my boyfriend, Six. You can take your cloak off now." He suggested gently.
I gave Demyx one last nervous glance before I let go off his hand, taking a step towards the tall redhead. I reached up, grabbing the edge of my cloak to pull it off. I hesitated for a split second as I could see the redhead's eyes narrow curiously, but then resumed in my gesture, revealing my identity to yet another person before I extended my hand for him to shake. He stepped forward, placing his palm against mine as his eyes scanned my face. I tilted my head in curiosity, "Is Red really your name?" I wondered out loud.
The redhead tugged on my hand, forcing me to step closer as he leaned in, a slow smile spreading over his lips, "Names are not that important..." He murmured, and I could feel my eye twitch as... I tugged my hand out of his hold, taking a careful step back as I eyed him warily.
His eyebrow raised in question, and as he smirked, he closed the distance between us again, humming a tune...
My eyes widened and as they did, his narrowed. I reached for my boot, grabbing the knife I had hidden there ever since Thirteen has started playing tag with me. Pulling it free, I flipped it over in my hand, grabbing a firm hold as I snarled in form of anger, my eyes pinning on Previous Number Eight's face, "You!" I shouted angrily as I swung the knife in his direction, aiming for his throat. There was a moment of blindness, a moment of nothing, no sound, no vision, no hearing... And then... I gritted my teeth, tilting my chin up as I could feel the distinct sharp edge of a knife against my own throat while I had my knife pressed against his throat.
"Careful..." Eight whispered menacingly, the joy I'd heard in his voice before gone... Roxas took a careful step towards us while Demyx froze in fear, his eyes wide and lips parted in shock.
"Axel..." Roxas asked in tone of warning, probably wondering what was wrong.
"Six..." Demyx whimpered, looking hurt...
I darted my eyes over to Roxas and Demyx, "He's previous Number Eight!" I shouted.
Eight chuckled low, "They know, Six."
I frowned in confusing, my grip on my knife faltering as I couldn't process that bit of information fast enough, "I..." I shook my head, pressing the knife against his throat again, and this time he winced, "You're supposed to be dead!" I snarled.
"Oh no you don't!" Roxas interfered with me.
"Back off, Blondie!" Eight snapped, before returning his glare on me.
"Six..." Demyx repeated and I got worried as his breathing began to sound off.
I tried to turn my head to look at Demyx after having him heard saying my name, but Eight's knife bit into my skin, making me grimace. I narrowed my eyes on Eight before swiftly removing my knife from his neck so I could duck to the right, spin around and try and attack again. Only... He did the same thing and this time our knives clashed against each other, forming an X shape as we glared at each other in between the two tips of sharp metal.
"I'm not that guy anymore!" Eight shouted furiously, pushing hard on his knife so I was forced to take a step back at the same time he did.
My breathing was fast, my heart beating rapidly, "I... I'm confused." I told him honestly. He nodded his head silently, telling me he understood exactly what I was feeling.
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!" My eyes snapped to the side and I frowned in surprise as Demyx was shaking in anger, "Quit it! Drop the fucking knives! I mean it!" He shouted, making my heart ache at the fright so clear in his voice... "Back the fuck off, Axel. Six, get away from him!"
Seeing the state he was in... I dropped the knife as if burnt.
My breathing hitched as tears began to roll down Demyx's eyes, "What are you guys? Fucking god damned children? GOD DAMMIT!" He glared through the tears, his hands clenched into tight fists as he seemed to try and calm himself down without much success.
Axel and Roxas forgotten, I took a couple of steps towards Demyx, holding up my palms so he could see I wasn't holding the knife anymore, "Demyx?" I asked softly.
He stepped away from me instantly, putting more distance between us, "No. NO. Stop right there. Don't fucking come near me right now." My heart hurt as he turned away from me, "I'm leaving. You guys do what you fucking want." He began to walk away, "Don't fucking follow me." He whispered painfully.
My eyes widened in fear as he started to walk away, "Demyx!" I shouted, about to run after him, but Roxas was the one that gripped my wrist, shaking his head at me.
"Don't." He told me gently, surprising me.
I winced in pain, my heart aching as I watched Demyx' retreating figure. I think I stared until I couldn't see him anymore... What had I done? I gritted my teeth, glaring. Eight! I turned around sharply, "This is all YOUR fault!" I shouted at Eight.
His eyebrows raised up to his hairline as he snorted, "My fault? Who's the fucking idiot who pulled a knife out of his boot?" He shouted back, walking right back up to me.
"Guys!" Roxas warned. I ignored him, and so did Eight.
"Why are you carrying a knife, how do you explain that?" I sneered.
He crossed his arms, taking a relaxed stand... Oh I hated it when he did that. He did that back when he still wore his cloak too. Cocky fucker...
"I am being hunted by ALL of the numbers, you dumbass!" He reminded me angrily. I could see the hate pooling in the green of his eyes... I'd never seen his eyes before... I'd never seen his face before...
He pursed his lips at me, "It is weird, isn't it?" He asked me, sounding very calm all of a sudden.
I frowned, taking a quick step away from him as... I was talking to another number? I nodded at him uncertainly, "Things aren't like they used to be, Eight. Even a harmless spy like me has to arm himself within the Organization in this time." I offered, sounding like my calm self again... The calm I adopted when in the conference room.
He uncrossed his arms, giving me a quick once over, "Different times indeed, Six. And not just within the Organization, things have changed on the outside as well." He paused, his demeanor portraying that of when he had still been a number, "When did you realize it was I?" He asked softly.
"Your voice betrayed you." I replied curtly, "As did your singing..." I smirked, knowing full well that was a secret I wasn't supposed to know off. I knew everything...
Roxas stepped to Eight's side, smacking the redhead's arm who then snapped out of his serious demeanor, wincing as he pouted down at the blond, "What was that for?" He muttered.
"For ignoring me, you giant idiot!" Roxas pointed out the obvious.
I bit my lip, keeping myself from snickering as Eight leaned down for a kiss but was denied. Roxas snapped his eyes on me though, pointing a stern finger in my direction, "You don't deserve him!" He shouted... Not so much sounding angry... but upset, and hurt... and upset some more. I inhaled sharply, taking a step back as I grimaced at his words.
Eight grabbed Roxas' shoulder, spinning the blond around as he glared down at him, "I apologize for ignoring you, Roxas, but don't you dare ever utter that out again. Why doesn't he deserve him, Roxas?" He demanded.
Roxas' eyes widened, and he looked down quickly, "I..." Eight puffed out some air in exasperation, "Fuck that, Roxas. I'll let you have this one time slip because of the current situation, but I swear to god... You should know better than to judge him by his number." Axel clipped out. I blinked in surprise... Axel? I'd thought of him as Axel...
I frowned a little, holding up a hand to cut off their bickering, "My number doesn't matter... Demyx keeps telling me that, and I don't think I've listened so far..." I whispered in realization.
I sighed, nodding my head at myself before looking up at the couple who were staring at me curiously, "A former Lustitia Agent? A former Number?" I shook my head, "I don't know anything..." I grimaced, "I'm sorry things happened as they did... I... I hope I'll get to meet you both again some day and make up for the mess that occurred this afternoon." I mumbled, bowing my head down as I reached up at the same time, pulling the cloak back over my head, "I must go."
"Wait!" Roxas shouted, making me stop in my turn, "Are you going to see Demyx?" He asked.
I shook my head, "Can't." I responded, somewhat angrily.
Axel nodded his head, pulling Roxas against his side who then seemed relieved the redhead wasn't all that mad at him anymore... I understood why when Axel said, "He has a conference." Indeed I did. Of course he could tell... Only a number could... and that is why I knew Axel wouldn't fight with Roxas once I was gone... Because he now remembered how lucky he was. Wincing as I took a last quick look at them, I finally turned and then quickly ran off.
I can do this. I can do this. Breathing in deeply, I detached myself from the Inn's wall and walked across the plaza in direction of the Music Store. Nobody looked, because there was nothing to look at. The jeans were a little big, but Demyx was taller then me, so that was a given. I remembered that he'd really liked it when I'd been wearing regular clothes... So I hoped this would work. I kept my hands behind my back, fingering the little gift nervously before I held onto it with one hand, before reaching out with the free one and knocking on his front door. Yes... His front door. Knocking. Like a normal person.
He looked up with a frown from his instrument, squinting in direction of the front door before the squint turned into a monotone stare. Demyx was never monotone... Dammit... He was still angry. I bit onto my bottom lip nervously as he put the instrument down, walking around the counter and to the door. He raised an eyebrow in question at me before he reached out and opened the door.
"Why are you knocking? Business hours are still right now. You can just walk inside." He said blandly, "How can I help you today?"
I opened my mouth but then froze. I hadn't thought about this part! Why hadn't I thought about the talking part! My eyes widened and I swallowed nervously as I could feel my palms starting to sweat. I shuffled my feet awkwardly, "I... I knocked because..." Why didn't he appreciate it? Didn't he understand how much it went against my nature to use a front door? "I'm really very sorry!" I blurted out in a shout at him, cringing back instantly.
He winced at my loudness, "Come inside. We're making a scene."
I turned my head, looking over my shoulder to see if we were actually making a scene. One person had stopped in their tracks, looking at us weirdly. I blushed, lowering my eyes to the ground as I nodded my head and walked into the shop, tilted my body a little so I wouldn't brush against Demyx, as I was pretty sure he wouldn't like that right now.
He locked the door behind him before turning and giving me his attention, "What do you want Six?" His voice sounded so... neutral...
I squeezed my eyes shut at his tone of voice, that stab in my heart back all over again, "I want to make things right." I told him shakily, shakily because that lump in my throat was making it hard for me to speak.
He reached up with his fingers, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily, "I don't know if there is a way to make things 'right'. I guess that entire thing could have been handled differently by everyone." He paused, his eyes scanning me over curiously, "Are those my clothes? Why are you wearing them and how did you even get them?"
I looked up from the ground, smiling sheepishly his way, "I figured you wouldn't appreciate the cloak..." I mumbled and then cleared my throat, "I paid your apartment a visit earlier today... When you were working..." I was feeling a bit worried... Maybe that hadn't been such a good idea?
He gaped, looking a little angry again... "What? You snuck in and stole my clothes?" He shocked me as he threw his hands up in the air, right before pulling on his hair tightly as he screamed at the ceiling in frustration, "Why can't things be NORMAL with us? Ugh!"
I took a step back in surprise at his outburst, staring at him intently. When he finally looked my way, I shook my head at him in confusion, "Demyx... things aren't normal." I told him, feeling my blood rushing a little faster, "I'm NOT normal, you hear me? I wish I could give you normal! I wish that so fucking bad, Demyx, you have no idea! But I can't! I'm a number and I am part of the Organization! I'm sorry, but that's how it is and you knew that! I told you from the very beginning. I WARNED you that things weren't going to be normal!" I shouted at him, but instantly felt bad doing so, so I lowered my eyes, quickly wiping away a tear. I wasn't so good at confrontation. Sighing heavily, I looked back up at him, "I'm sorry for how things happened at the beach. It shouldn't have happened that way and you were right to be angry. I'm so sorry, I don't even know how to tell you how sorry I am... But don't ask for a normal relationship when you know there is nothing normal about me..." I murmured, wincing at the sting the words gave me. How I wished to be normal... Breathing in deeply, I took a step towards him, giving him a small smile...
"I'm trying though. I'm trying to keep my number out of our relationship... It's hard though..." I whispered before taking another steadying breath, "I think I know how to make things better..." I murmured. I extended my hand, waiting for him to take it.
He closed his eyes, looking thoughtful right before he took a deep breath, opening his eyes. My heart skipped a beat as he offered me a very small smile. A smile was good. He placed his hand in mine carefully. I smiled back, pulling on his hand so he was forced to step up close to me. Once my face was inches away from his, I leaned up, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. I pulled my other hand out from behind my back, placing the gift in his palm, closing his fingers over it as I stared deeply into his blue eyes.
"My name is Zexion..." I whispered, and then I quickly released him, walking around him and then straight out of the Music Store.
A/N: Again, sorry for the mix-up!