AN: If you're not a fan of Akudemy, prepare to be very very dissapointed. Sorry everyone, I know you want Akuroku and only Akuroku but that's why I'm the author and you are not. Just so you know, this is the very last time you see Demyx. After this chapter, he's gone forever. To the reviewers!

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Silver Tears 11

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Darkest Soul of Sadness

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I love you all, but unfortunately on this list I love FWTN best. (So I hope you feel pretty damn special ) Oh, did anyone notice that I renamed the chapters? Well I did because I was tired of them being so boring. Alright, on with the ficcy.

Disclaimer: When I one day own something, I will gloat over it to no end. However, it will never be Kingdom Hearts.

The next morning, Axel woke up on the couch. That's funny, he thought, sitting up groggily, What am I…? Suddenly he remembered what had happened last night with Demyx. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. I called him to make up, but I just made things worse.

"Axel?"

The redhead snapped his head up sharply to find Roxas standing in front of him, still in his pajamas and a worried expression on his face. "Are you alright?"

Axel flashed a grin. "Of course. Why would you think I wasn't?"

Roxas stared a him a moment before walking over and sitting next to him on the couch. "What happened to Demyx?"

The redhead's grin faltered. "He, um…he had to go home."

"Oh." Roxas stared at his feet. "I would have thought he'd stay over. You know, with everything that happened last night…"

"Nothing happened," Axel said quickly.

"Oh," The blonde said again, still looking at his feet. "Why not?"

The redhead couldn't answer that, so he just ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Hey, what time is it anyway?"

"It's…" Roxas glanced at the clock in the kitchen, "Almost 10:00."

"Shit," Axel groaned, standing up, "I'm late. Man, my boss is gonna flip out on me." He sighed and grabbed his shirt from the arm of the couch. Pulling it on, he glanced over a Roxas, who still hadn't moved at all. "You gonna be okay here by yourself?"

The blonde nodded slowly, his blue eyes finally looking up but still not looking at Axel. The redhead smiled softly and ruffled his hair as he walked by out the door.

Roxas watched Axel leave. What did he mean, nothing had happened? Roxas had seen what was going on; he may have been a teenager, but he wasn't ignorant in the ways of sex. He could tell that they had been about to go at it, so why hadn't they? Moreover, why had it bothered him so much last night?

The blonde groaned, settling back into the cushions. This would all be so much less complicated if he had just been allowed to kill himself.

But, a voice in the back of his head said, You never really wanted to kill yourself, did you? You wanted to be saved.

Roxas shrugged. Maybe he had wanted to be saved, somewhere in the back of his mind. But isn't that true of all people with depression? Everyone wishes there could be another way but in the end if someone doesn't save them they resort to the only thing they can. But he had been saved, in more ways than one. What did that mean?

It means that you weren't meant to die.

But why? Why would he be kept alive when he had no reason to live?

You had a reason, you just didn't know it yet.

Roxas snorted. "Maybe," he said to no one in particular, "Fate wanted me to meet Axel? Is that it? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

There was no answer. Not that he expected one, since the voice was only in his head. "That is it. But why would I be meant to meet Axel?

He thought back over the last few days; That weird dream, which he had almost forgotten about; Axel comforting him after he had had that dream about Sora; The feeling of possessiveness he had felt when Demyx kissed the fiery redhead. All leading to one conclusion, albeit one he didn't want to acknowledge.

He had feelings for Axel.

If he thought about it, it wasn't all that surprising. Axel had been one of only 2 people in his life to ever tell him he loved him. He had saved him from himself and stuck with him even through his brattiest moments. It was inevitable, really.

But, he thought, If I told him, would he feel the same way? Probably not.

So he decided he wasn't going to tell him. At least not now. After all, they had time, right?

It was slow at Hartsol that day. Most of Axel's day consisted of making lunch for him and his fellow employees and sitting around waiting for someone to come in. Luckily, his shift was almost over and he could go home soon.

"Hey, Axel," a female voice said. Axel looked around. Larxene. "There's someone here to see you."

He frowned. "Who?"

Larxene only shrugged and gestured towards the door.

Axel went outside, looking around, and was surprised when he saw Demyx sitting at one of the tables. "Demyx?"

The tall blonde looked up and gave a half-smile. "Hey there, Axel."

The redhead sat down across from him. "What are you doing here?"

Demyx bit his lips and stared down at the tabletop. "Um…I wanted to apologize for how I acted yesterday. I just…I don't want that to be the way you remember me, Axel."

Axel frowned. "What do you…?"

"Let's not talk here," Demyx said, standing up. He held out a hand to Axel. "Come on, let's leave."

Axel hesitated. He probably shouldn't. His shift wasn't technically over yet. But…He looked around at the empty restaurant and decided it would be fine. He grabbed the blonde's hand and pulled himself up.

"So, what's this all about?" They were both outside, walking towards Demyx's apartment. They were going to go to a bar, but Demyx said he had beer so they had just decided to go to his place.

The blonde shrugged. "I needed to see you.

"Why?"

He sighed. "Do you really need to ask?"

"No," Axel said quietly, "I guess not."

They traveled in silence until they reached Demyx's apartment. When Axel stepped inside, he froze, looking around. There were boxes everywhere, labeled in black marker. He caught sight of one labeled "Clothes," and one labeled "Dishes."

"Demyx, what's…?"

"See, this is the reason I wanted you to come over." The blonde pulled 2 beers out of the fridge and handed one to Axel. "I, uh…I'm moving. I was offered a scholarship at a college a few states away."

The redhead stared at him, beer slack in his hands. "Why didn't you tell me this before?"

Demyx shrugged. "I wanted to last night, but…things got a little out of hand didn't they?" He chuckled.

"When are you leaving?"

"Day after tomorrow."

It was silent for a moment. Both of them just stood there, beers forgotten in their hands, not looking at each other. Finally, Axel cleared his throat. "I should…I should get back home. Roxas'll be wondering where I am." He turned towards the door and took a step before he felt a pair of skinny yet muscular arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"Please," Demyx said softly, "Just once, please."

"Huh? What do you…?"

"Let me make love to you," came his voice again, a hint of a sob at the edge. "Please, I'll never tell a soul and you don't have to tell Roxas just…don't let our last memory be an awkward conversation."

"Demyx…"

"Please…" This time the sob was clear.

Axel turned around in Demyx's arms and pulled him into a hug. The blonde buried his face in the redhead's shoulder. "Demyx, if I…if we…it'll only make it harder on you."

"I don't care," the blonde sobbed, his voice muffled.

They stayed like that for a few minutes while Demyx composed himself. "I don't care," he repeated, his voice husky from the tears. He removed his hands from around Axel's waist and wrapped them around his neck. Hesitating only slightly, he leaned up and connected his lips to Axel's.

Despite his protests, the redhead responded immediately. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want this.

Roxas had the TV on, but he wasn't watching it. He kept glancing at the clock. It was 8:00. Axel's shift had ended 2 hours ago. But Axel hadn't come home. The blonde teen felt a pang of worry. What if something had happened to him? He tried to tell himself to stay calm, tried to tell himself he had just gone out with some friends or maybe to a bar or something. But, if he had done that, wouldn't he have called?

Roxas wanted so badly to go out looking for the redhead, but he didn't see what good it would do since he didn't know where Axel could have gone.

So he waited. And waited. 8:00 turned to 9:00. And 9:00 turned to 10:00. Soon, despite his worrying, Roxas found his eyes drooping. He laid down on the couch and let himself drift off.

Axel started awake. For a moment, he wondered where he was. Then, he realized that he was holding onto a sleeping Demyx and everything came rushing back. He smiled slightly. The blonde was cute when he slept.

The redhead glanced at the clock and saw that the digital readout was 12:26. "Shit," he muttered, quickly sitting up and unwrapping his arms from Demyx's torso. The change in position caused the blonde to stir and open his eyes sleepily.

"Axel?" he mumbled. "What're you…?"

"It's past midnight. Roxas is going to worry." He glanced guiltily at Demyx's sleepy face. "I have to go."

"Oh," the blonde said softly, sitting up. Axel stood up and started going around the room, pulling on his clothes. Demyx watched him silently the whole time. Once the redhead had all his clothes on, the blonde stood up and wrapped his arms around him again, this time from the front. "I'll miss you," he breathed.

Axel hesitated before returning the embrace. "I'll miss you too, Dem."

Demyx looked up and kissed him one last time. "I love you, Axel."

The redhead nodded. "I know you do…I know." Reluctantly, he unwound his arms from the blonde and stepped away. Demyx provided no resistance, stepping back towards the bed and sitting down in the edge.

Axel left the apartment, not looking back until he had reached the outside. "I love you too, Demyx," he whispered to no one, starting the walk home in the dark.

When Axel opened the door to his apartment, all the lights were out but the TV was on. He peeked into the living room and saw Roxas asleep sprawled on the couch. He smiled at how cute the little blonde looked while he was asleep. Maybe being cute while asleep was a blonde thing?

He sat down next to the teen and shook his shoulder gently. He stirred and opened his bright blue eyes. He seemed confused for a moment, then his gaze flicked over to Axel.

"Axel?" he mumbled as if unbelieving he was there, "What time is it?"

"Almost 1:00," the redhead answered, smiling.

"Almost…" the blonde sat up, eyes livid, "Where the hell were you?!"

Axel didn't want to lie to the young teen, but he doubted the truth would go over very well, so he just shrugged and said, "You should get to bed."

Roxas wanted to protest, but he couldn't fight off the sleep that was threatening to claim him. So he complied, trudged over to his room. He went to his bed and laid down, feeling sleep come for him a second time. He could always grill Axel in the morning.