Author's note-No more journal entries…at least for now that is. You'll see why. And there will be some other changes as well. All the bad that happened in the last chapter…well; I like to think that this makes up for a little of it.
Disclaimer-If I owned KH…Sora wouldn't be the lil pussy that he is.
Warning- Some of this chapter contains violent stuff. Not a lot…but some. Just thought I should warn you.
Third Trimester Part 2-Friendship
Saix watched the exhausted form beneath him. There would be no more fighting, there would be no worry of struggle. Xemnas was too tired, too sore, and in too much pain to fight back. He could see the desperation in his orangey eyes; he could see the tears run down his face. He could small his scent behind the other scents of fear and blood and pain and worry, and he could small it behind that strange sweet scent. Ah yes; he could smell it; the sweet scent; it too was releasing the other scents of doubt and worry. It knew something was amiss. He would rid of the scent very soon. He stared at his booted leg and wondered how much strength he would have to apply; not too much, he did not want to kill Xemnas. Just kill the infant, a good stomp, maybe a kick or two. It would easily break bones and shatter insides. The tiny body did not stand a chance against the power of an adult; let alone the power of a berserker. Saix felt tears run down his face; a strange thing for him to experience. He had let tears run down his face before; the first time he was claimed, the time when he was confused about this sick situation; and now.
Xemnas would be upset when this was over. He would…never forgive him. He had said he would; but it really would be over when this was finished. Saix understood this, and he was willing to risk it. A point needed to be made; and he would let it show. Xemnas would hurt…but he would heal. He would heal with time and he would come to understand he was wrong, and Saix was right. Xemnas would even forget, all nobodies forget. Xemnas would return to normal and he would look back at this and he would realize that this was a mistake. He had not been carrying a child; he had been carrying a mistake, a leech, a demon. He would, then, and only then; would be able to forgive Saix. By then he would be the man he once was; not this weak nobody who did not know the real from the fantasy. This child taught him love? No; Saix refused to believe such a thing-something like that could never be a teacher to a nobody. Saix was the one, the only one; who could ever come close to loving Xemnas…and Xemnas was the only one who could do the same.
There was no place for this creature. There never was, and there never will be.
Saix closed his eyes and let the rest of the tears run down his face. He let them all the way down, let them pass the cheeks and let them fall all the way down to the floor. He opened his eyes and stared at Xemnas' bleak look. He knows he has lost…
It's over…
I have won…
You will…
Saix felt a hot stinging sensation lash against his cheek. He twitched a little and felt warm blood line and run down his face. Saix stared at the wall and stared at the weapon that had cut through his face. A card laced in his own blood was stuck in the wall. It had been thrown in such a way, graceful, and yet, harsh…it had actually led to quite the wound. Saix touched his cheek, barely feeling any pain. But he felt blood, a huge amount of it. Oh yes; the enemy knew what he was doing. Immediately; being that he was in berserker form, he brought his boot down and he turned around to the origin of attack. Xemnas was no longer in his mind anymore; the nobody was weak and incapable of movement, he would deal with him later. Saix faced the two nobodies who stood in the middle of the room; their eyes full of shock and disgust with the scenery.
"I cannot believe it," Luxord muttered in absolute antipathy. He shook his head, ashamed to believe that he had let this happen. "This is…just…"
"Don't worry about believing it," Marluxia said in even more anger and sickness. He took a step closer and sneered at the blue haired nobody. "Saix' this is some pretty fucked up thing you did, "Marluxia said in a very repulsed tone, "you think you…"
"Marluxia," Luxord warned.
"What…," Marluxia said. Luxord pointed at Saix and Marluxia looked at the expression on the others face. This battle...this would be problematic.
Saix glared at the two nobodies with glowing mad eyes. Marluxia quieted down; there was no point in trying to talk Saix out of this. He turn to Luxord; who was already preparing his deck.
"I'll fight Saix," Luxord said. "You need to get to Xemnas and summon a portal that will lead to the infirmary."
"Can you stop him on your own," Marluxia asked.
"No…but the key here is to keep him at bay," Luxord said. "It does not matter if the two of us fight him; our Superior is losing blood and may be in danger of sudden miscarriage."
Marluxia's eyes widened at the horrific though. He nodded his head at Luxord's plan and immediately summoned up his scythe. He had to get to Xemnas and quick too. Luxord was clever, but he would not last long in a battle against Saix. The berserker would not be something easy to take down; if one could even take him down.
Saix summoned up his weapon; his eyes glued to the tow in front of him. He was not worried about Xemnas, he could not go anywhere. Too weak to move, let alone fight back was about to happen. He glanced down at Xemnas. The Superior lay there; tired and weak, his amber eyes glancing tiredly at the two nobodies that had appeared from nowhere. Xemnas probably had no clue who or what they were; blood loss was beginning to affect him, and his vision would be the first thing to suffer.
But Xemnas knew what was going on. Saix glared back up at the two nobodies, he knew neither stood much of a chance against him. He would act quickly before Xemnas tried anything to brash.
Luxord smirked and summoned his cards to a much bigger size. Marluxia ran off, his bladed weapon trailing behind him, as well as a few cards. Saix swung his weapon once Marluxia was close enough; but instead hit a card. So…the Graceful Assassin was protected from what would have been terrible injury. Marluxia passed the Luna diviner and made it to Xemnas without much worry. Another swing of the claymore, and once again; Saix was disappointed to see more cards appear and save the nobody. Saix turned around and glared at the assassin, determined to keep him away from his prey, but another card sliced at him, cutting through his pants and a bit of his leg. He turned once more and met eyes with the Gambler of Fate. Saix growled and ran to the nobody. Luxord would protect Marluxia…and unless he rid of the blonde there would be no end to the stupid game. Saix swung his claymore at the nobody; another card appeared out of nowhere and save him from any damage. Luxord summoned two cards and used them as if they were swords, swinging them at Saix direction. Saix easily blocked the cards and swung again. Yet another card protected the blonde. Saix swung again, quickly and roughly, and this time he met contact. Luxord fell down as his shoulder was hit with the huge weapon. But this didn't stop him to say the least. A row of card surrounded Saix soon after, and twirled around, creating a temporary force field, giving Luxord just a bit of time to lick his wound and watch Marluxia.
Marluxia had made it across safely, and without having to use his weapon at all. He knelt over and stared grimly at his barely conscious leader. Blood, lots and lots of blood; and Xemnas was beginning to pale as well. He hurriedly opened up a portal; he would need to get to the infirmary as soon as possible. He could only hope Vexen or Zexion would be there right now. Maybe someone would be finished with a mission…he could only hope before it was too late. Marluxia grabbed onto his Superior and began to drag him in. Saix was far to busy to notice; his mind was set on finishing off Luxord; who's wall of card had begun to fail as the other broke his way through. Luxord stood no chance against him-Saix withdrew his weapon from the Gambler; earning a groan from the blonde. He smirked and swung again, using his blunt side, and knocked the blonde down. Saix hovered over the blonde; he had heard cracking…did he break something? Probably, yes; this nobody would no longer be a threat to him. He was down and out; Luxord grabbed on to his chest, wincing in pain as he tried desperately to defend himself. Ribs broken…that was a huge problem…He looked over to see how far Marluxia was. He smiled weakly; he could see the portal fading off. Marluxia and Xemnas were long gone-he had done his part…he could only hope that he had done enough.
Saix lifted his weapon high up; his target frozen below him. Luxord wasn't afraid; he could easily get out of this situation, even in his condition. Saix swung his weapon down, hitting bare concrete. His eyes widened as he stared at the object he had hit; a huge face down card. He lifted his weapon and watched the card fade away from the area. Luxord was gone. He turned around and checked for Marluxia; he was gone too. He stared down at the floor…Xemnas was gone.
His eyes widened in horror.
At this moment, the very rage within him faded. Reality hit him, hard, and Saix began to realize what he had done, what he had committed himself into. He glanced over at the bed, the floor, and the battle scene. He had left a huge mess, a bloody mess-and he left it for all his superiors to see. He had two witnesses, and he had a victim. He had done the unthinkable, and now…
Saix felt tears well up in his eyes. How…how could he have done this? He had told himself…and now here he was…
Saix felt an awful stinging sensation in his arm. He glanced over and stared at the red and purple arm. He was no longer berserk; his body was beginning to catch u with the pain and he was beginning to feel the affect of Xemnas' strength.
Xemnas…
Saix dropped to the floor, a bit woozy as he was no longer energized by adrenaline, and he was low on blood. Pain was slowly claiming his consciousness. He knew when he woke up he would suffer extreme consequences…but he would have even if he had gotten away with his deed. But now…he had lost.
He lost.
And he would only lose more…if there was anything else to lose. Xemnas was long gone, and he would remember what had happened this night. He would surely never forgive him now; not after all of this. He was going to crush…going to stomp the life out of it. And Xemnas knew this. Xemnas would never be able to look at him the same way again…if he would look at him at all. Hell; there was always the chance of him being turned into a dusk. Saix took a shallow breath, and he could feel darkness claiming his eyesight. He could only imagine what he would wake up to, the unknown future that awaited him. It would be ugly. He knew he would not like it. But…did he like any of this? From the moment he discovered this happening; was he ever truly happy or accepting?
No…
No he wasn't.
Saix closed his eyes, feeling exhausted and tired. He felt s few tears run down the side of his face, and after that he felt nothing.
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"Merry Christmas, you douche," Xigbar said in a cheery voice. Luxord lifted up his head tiredly at stared at the sniper nobody. He groaned miserably and buried himself back into the bed. Xigbar was not pleased. He turned to Demyx and Demyx decided, despite Luxord being bed ridden, to jump on the bed and wake the other.
"Wake up and open your presents," Demyx whined. He lifted up the sheets and smiled at Luxord, acting as if the bandages around his chest and shoulder were simply not there. Luxord groaned again and pushed the young nobody from his bed.
"What time is it," Luxord asked tiredly.
"Almost noon," Xigbar said. He handed a bottle shaped wrapped present to Luxord.
"Noon," Luxord asked as he stared curiously at the poorly wrapped present. "I had…no idea."
"It's all that morphine," Xigbar said with a smirk.
"Ah, yes," Luxord muttered as he stared lovingly at a liquid filled bottle next to him. "I think I'd rather have another dosage; consider it my Christmas gift." He slowly peeled away at the wrapping, his mind literally on the medication. "Yes, a much better gift, if any."
"I don't think so," Xigbar said. "Just open mine and you'll change your mind."
Luxord removed the last of the wrapping and smirked at the bottle of liquor he had been given. "Your right, as always," he said with a smirk, "too bad I can't drink it; all this medicine, along with this alcohol."
"A little goes along way," Xigbar said with a smile.
"It sure does," Luxord said.
"Open mine and Zexion's," Demyx chimed next. He pulled out two small boxes, each one was wrapped up. Luxord stared at the black wrapped one; it lacked ribbons and a bow. He didn't have to think twice on who it was from.
"I'll take that," Luxord said. He stared at the small little gist, wondering if there would be some writing with it. But there was none. He had wondered what Zexion had thought about this whole situation. Yes, he could recall the night as if it had happened a day ago. But it hadn't…and Luxord knew this, because Xigbar was so kind as to remind him everyday that he had so many days left till he could leave his bed…so far he had been in bed for more than two weeks…two long weeks. Torture…especially if your element has to do with time. And what made it worse; he would still be in bed for at least another month.
Luxord unwrapped the present, and he stared at the small little deck of cards he had received.
"Great," Xigbar said with a very unappreciative voice, "just what you need; more cards…and Criss Angel, no less." Xigbar turned to Demyx and smirked. "Well; doesn't really matter what you bought him, anything will surpass that."
"Whatever," Demyx said with the role of his eyes.
"Xigbar," Luxord said to the other. "Could you tell Zexion that I'm very thankful for the gift?"
"No need to be polite dude," Xigbar said.
"I'm not," Luxord said.
Xigbar raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Well; if you say so…though I seriously cannot believe this guys has hit every little stereotype possible; seriously," Xigbar said while glancing at the deck of cards.
"Open miiiine," Demyx whined. Luxord rolled his eyes and smiled at the younger nobody. "Begging will get you nowhere in life."
"Sure it will," Demyx said while handing the blonde his gift.
Luxord slowly, as to annoy the boy, opened up the gift. He smiled as he pulled out a small box with the popular apple label on it.
"I saved up enough to get everyone an ipod of their own," Demyx said. And I already took the liberty of downloading all my songs in-so you already have a playlist!"
"Thank you," Luxord said as he opened up the case and glanced at his new purple ipod.
"Mines better," Xigbar said. "It's green, and that makes it better."
"Hmph," Luxord muttered. "I'm sorry; but you wont be getting anything from me for a while; that is, unless you would be willing to by them yourselves." Luxord sighed. "I'm stuck here in this room for quite some time...and to think…"
"Don't worry," Demyx said with a small smile. "I can wait; sides, you did a good thing. You deserve rest."
"Don't let what happened bother you," Xigbar said while shaking his head. "You stopped the worse from happening-and that's all that matters."
"…," Luxord frowned. He looked up to Xigbar and sighed. "Is he…talking yet…?"
"Well," Xigbar said. He looked away. Demyx frowned and turned to Xigbar, not all too happy to give away the news either. "He's…improving….but…"
"Health doesn't really matter when ones depressed," Luxord said shamefully. "I should have hurried back to the castle; he would have been fine with me there." Luxord sunk into his bed. "I'm to blame for his current condition."
"Don't be like that," Xigbar said. "He'll be ok; he juts needs some time to heal and get over what happened…he'll be back to normal in no time."
Luxord turned to Xigbar and sighed. It wasn't that easy, and he knew it. It would be a while before things ever returned to…something close to normal. He should have just hurried back into the castle. He could have watched over Xemnas…and he could have come up with something to keep what happened from happening.
"Hey guys," an all too happy voice rang. The two nobodies turned. Xigbar frowned.
"Marluxia," Xigbar groaned. "How many times do I have to tell you that it's always too early to be dealing with your shit?"
The pink haired nobody gave the other a dirty look, and then turned to Larxene, who was leaning at the entrance of the room. "Well; I got him for secret Santa, remember?"
"Oh yeah," Xigbar said. "So what you give him…flowers?"
"Even better," Marluxia said. He pulled out a highly ordained bag, covered in ribbons and bows…and whatever else someone like Marluxia would decorate it with. Luxord stared disdainfully at the bag, not all too sure whether or not he should open it or not.
"…thanks," Luxord said.
"No problem," Marluxia said. "But you can't open it juuuuust yet."
"Can't I," Luxord asked curiously.
"You can't open it until Larxene shows you here gift…otherwise it wouldn't make sense," Marluxia said. He turned to the blonde female.
"I am not coming in," she said in disgust, "not with those two in there; I might catch the stupid or something."
"That's a disease," Demyx asked…stupidly.
"Whatever," Xigbar said. "C'mon Demyx; let's leave the ladies alone…" he turned to Luxord and said, "I'll tell you what's up with the big guy later…ok?"
Luxord nodded his head. The two nobodies walked off, leaving Luxord with the two other nobodies. He glanced at the bag once more, and it's over decorated apparels. He stared at the light blue bag, with its creamy colors mixed on to it. Nice colors…but not something he would have expected from Marluxia. Light creamy blue and yellow…and other colors too; not the strong beaming colors he would normally decorate things with.
Unless…
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Demyx sat outside of Xemnas' room, forbidden to enter. He could here the voices of his superiors talking amongst another, which was good. However; the one voiced he wished he could hear…even if it was just a little faint whisper, was not to be heard at all. It never was. From what he came to understand, Xemnas hadn't spoken since the day after the incident, and after that, he simply stopped talking. Not a word was uttered from the man, and no one was sure on what to do. He wouldn't inform them of any pain he was suffering, he would not tell him if his side hurt, and which side it was. He wouldn't inform them of dizzy spells or poor eyesight or anything. This was not a good thing. Xigbar had told everyone in the castle, Xemnas was sick and had something that put him in harms way. Although Demyx had no idea what it was…or what it did, he was really nervous. If Xemnas didn't say anything, then Vexen or Lexaeus couldn't treat him. Xigbar had told him, that, physically, his health was improving…slowly but surely. Mentally, unfortunately; they had no idea what was going through the other's mind. They could only assume he was ok and that he was depressed and would need time to heal.
Demyx groaned. He continued to listen to the conversation.
"How much longer till he remains in solitary confinement," Vexen asked.
"I told him that until Xemnas reaches a conclusion," Xaldin said to Vexen.
"….did you expect for Xemnas to remain silent this long," Vexen asked Xaldin.
"No; I assumed he would come out of it much sooner," Xaldin confessed. "He just…stares out there…"
"Perhaps we should punish him ourselves," Zexion asked. "In all honesty; he deserves the harshest punishment possible."
"He does," Xigbar said," but we are not the ones with the authority to make it."
"He isn't speaking, he doesn't move, he just lies there," Xaldin said. "Number II; you must take some sort of action!"
"I am…and I'm waiting," Xigbar said. "I know Xehanort wouldn't just let something like this control his life…."
"This is not Xehanort; this is Xemnas," Vexen hissed. "and he might have eclampsia! Unless he tells us, we cannot do a thing!"
"What do you want me to do, force him to talk," Xigbar said angrily. "Want me to hang him upside down until he gives in?"
"…"
"Perhaps we should try to take in to consideration of having Number II take power once more," Lexaeus suggested. "He can decide the fate of Number VII…and hopefully keep everyone under control."
"What about Xemnas," Vexen asked. "What do we do-I have no idea what I can or cannot administer to him!?"
"Just go with the basics," Zexion said. "whatever does not cause or lead to seizure…and what is acceptable for one who is pregnant-just give him the little things."
"How will he properly heal," Xaldin asked himself tiredly.
"He can heal on his own," Zexion said. "He is a nobody…the scares will eventually fade away."
"But when will he speak," Xaldin asked Zexion. "how can he juts lie there and waste away without word or condolence?"
"He is not wasting away," Zexion said. "his health is improving."
"Look at him and tell me he is improving," Xaldin said.
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"Look, dudes; we have to call this to order if we're just gonna argue all day," Xigbar said. "We need to come up with a plan-and that plan is deciding the date on which we deliver the kid."
"Right," vexen said. "the sooner the better I say."
"Not too soon," Zexion said.
"You see how he is, right," Vexen said to Zexion, "he cannot hold the child much longer. I say we do it now…we have the technology to keep it alive."
"I want him to be healthy on his own," Zexion spat. "The less testosterone I have to inject into an infant the better."
"Yes, but in the end…"
"what of our Superior," Lexaeus finished.
"What do you mean," Zexion said.
"Do you think him giving birth will help him come out of this daze; or will he simply cast it away now?"
"Why would he," Xigbar said.
"He was attacked for being pregnant, and he knows understands that the man he cares for does not like the child-he may base a final decision on this," Lexaeus said.
"You think so," Vexen asked.
"Maybe," Lexaeus said.
"Well, by then the child will be alive and well," Xigbar said. "If Xemnas doesn't want it by then…well…"
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"There are plenty of worlds out there, and who doesn't want a little boy of there own," Xigbar said finally.
Demyx widened his eyes. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. No; Xemnas wouldn't ever get rid of his baby! He wanted to keep it…
But…was Saix really that powerful?
Demyx glanced through the crack of the door, trying to get a glimpse of Xemnas. He could see the others, and he could see a bit of the bed, but he could not see Xemnas. If only he knew how his Superior was doing. He wished he could tell him it would be ok, he wished he could convince him to keep it. He would help take care of…and he knew the others would help too. He didn't need Saix! So what; Saix wasn't going to be part of the family; everyone in the castle would be willing to help out Xemnas. He was always so busy…
Demyx looked away and leaned against the wall once more, and he could hear the sounds of the others beginning to warp off. He watched the door open and saw Xigbar walk out. He looked tired.
"How did it go," Demyx asked.
"Not too well," Xigbar said. He was unaware that Demyx had been eavesdropping the whole time.
"It will…be ok," Demyx asked. "could you tell Xemnas that I'd help him?"
"I think he knows that everyone would be willing to help him out," Xigbar said. "But...I don't think he wants our help."
"He doesn't," Demyx asked.
"No," Xigbar said. "I think he only wants Number VII…Saix to help him through this."
"But," Demyx said.
"Yeah, I know," Xigbar said. "I guess if this goes the way it's going…we're stuck with a pissed Superior…and an orphan."
"He wouldn't get rid of it," Demyx cried. "He loves his baby; don't you know?"
"Demyx…," Xigbar said with a frown. "I have…no idea what he wants."
Demyx frowned. "Where's Saix?"
"You know I can't tell you that," Xigbar said. "And no; you can't try to talk to him…I'll be goddamn if you get yourself hurt-I already lost my drinking buddy."
"Luxord isn't dead," Demyx said. "I'll be ok."
"No, and that means no," Xigbar said. He shook his head and walked off down the hall. Demyx simply stood there, wondering if there was something…anything he could do. He glanced at the doors that lead to his Superior. He knew he wasn't allowed too, but he knew he probably wouldn't get caught. Xigbar was stomping away…and the others had teleported off.
Demyx opened the door.
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"You think he's ever going to come out of his room again," Axel muttered quietly. He looked at Luxord, who was sitting comfortably on his bed.
"I'm not all too sure," Luxord muttered back. No one liked to get into this conversation, but at the same time…it was a conversation that was often brought up.
"I can't believe I'm saying this," Axel said as he threw a card own, "But I'm actually worried about him."
"We all are," Roxas said. He sat against the bed, not playing as he knew better to by now. "But I think that's to be expected…"
"How so," Axel said.
"You always mess with him," Roxas said. "And you always mess with me."
"what does that have to do with anything," Axel asked.
"Well; we're friends right?"
"Yeah so," Axel asked.
Luxord chuckled and threw a card of better ranking down. He took the card Axel had, along with his, and claimed them as his own.
"Roxas, I don't think Axel is as intelligent as you presume him to be," Luxord said. "Might you tell him in a much simpler form?"
"I am not stupid," Axel said.
"Yes you are," Roxas said. "You like Xemnas…you just don't want to admit it."
"no I don't," Axel said.
"point proven," Roxas muttered.
"The maturity of it all," Luxord said with a smirk.
"Both of you be quiet," Axel said in anger and embarrassment. "Besides; doesn't matter at all-the guy won't do shit with out Saix kissing ass for him."
"Axel," Roxas warned.
"No, it's true," Luxord said. "He refuses to go on because the one person who he thought was there to always support him was never really there…" He shook his head. "something like that…really hurts-even those who lack a heart."
"Not that you would now," Axel said. "You got everything coming to you-don't you," Axel said.
"So you've heard," Luxord muttered.
"Marluxia has a mouth the size of this very planet," Axel said.
Roxas laughed a bit.
"Hmm, I'll admit though; I once understood why he might have not cared before," Luxord said.
"You once understood," Roxas asked.
"Once," Luxord asked. "But as of now…I really don't know why he would rid of it." Luxord shrugged. "I thought I knew, but know that I have…it becomes an entirely different situation."
"Everybody has their opinion," Axel said. He placed another card down. Luxord threw his card down; once again it was superior to Axels. Axle groaned.
"They do, "Luxord said. "his opinion is to rid of it-mines is to keep it."
"What will happen now," Roxas asked. "I mean…Xemnas is going to have it…what will Saix do?"
"Get with the program or turn into a lesser nobody," Axel said.
"Terrible," Roxas said.
"That's how it works," Axel said. "it's either Xemnas' way…or fade away."
"Perhaps not," Luxord said. "there is always the chance Xemnas decides to go with Saix." He sighed. "Just because he births it doesn't mean he'll keep it."
"What is with that rumor going around," Roxas said.
"Not a rumor, a real option," Luxord said. "A possibility at this point."
"He wouldn't do that," Roxas said.
"Who knows…?" Axel threw his last card down.
Luxord threw his card down; it was better that Axels.
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Demyx stared worryingly at Xemnas. He had hurried in, but was careful as to not make too much noise. He had walked over to Xemnas and was quick to make himself known. He didn't want the older to stress-he was worried that Xemnas would freak knowing someone had snuck into his room. After all; Saix had done the same…and look at the mess that was created from that.
But Demyx knew what to do. He spoke as soon as he was close enough, and he made sure his leader could see him quite well, or as well as he possible could. Xemnas had opened them and stared back at Demyx. Demyx had hoped for something to happen at this point; a hello, a order to leave, him doing something…but all Xemnas did was stare back.
"Uhm, L-lord Xemnas," Demyx said quietly, making sure to be extra polite. He knelt over to make sure he was at the same level as his leader, that and he just wasn't used to looking down on the other. Xemnas was always so…high above him. It was weird seeing him; in bed…quiet…tired looking.
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"Uhm," Demyx said. "how…are you feeling?"
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"Oh right; how silly of me to ask," Demyx said with a sad and nervous smile. He looked about the room and then back to Xemnas. "you're awfully quiet…."
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Demyx frowned. He glanced at the shape of the sheets that Xemnas made. He could see where his stomach was; where the baby was…
The baby!
"Are you hungry," Demyx asked. He smiled at his leader. "I bet you are…you're seven months now-you're probably really hungry!"
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"Do you want anything in particular," Demyx asked. Xemnas gave no reply. "I here a lot of pregnant people get cravings…cuz they lack something in their diets or something…do you need something?" (that's a lot of something…)
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No…you probably don't," Demyx said. "You're always eating healthy…you probably don't have any…huh?"
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"Do you want some ice cream," Demyx asked suddenly. "We have tons of ice cream leftover from the party! And ice cream is always good…it will make you feel better… Do you have a favorite flavor?"
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"Hmm, do you even eat ice cream, I never saw you eat any before," Demyx muttered. "Everyone likes ice cream though…you must have a favorite…" He stared at his Superior, worried that he wasn't being much of a help. He had hoped he would have gotten some reaction…
"…Are you still sad," Demyx asked finally. Of course he got no reply, but it really didn't matter at this point. "I bet you are; that must have really hurt…"
"…"
"I don't know what I would have done if Axel or Xigbar had done that to me," Demyx said quietly. "I guess…I guess your reaction to this is pretty normal…"
"…"
"But everyone's really worried," Demyx said. "and I know you're upset…but if you don't say something…"
"…"
"We're worried about you Xemnas," Demyx said, "all of us; even Axel! We want you to get better-but we don't know where to start…."
"…"
"you heard what Vexen said, right," Demyx asked. "He said you might have…ecplam…Eclapm….you have something that could be really bad." Demyx sighed. "don't you want your baby to be ok?"
"…"
"you'll…keep it, won't you," Demyx asked. He felt his throat tighten as his leader simply stared back. "I mean…once it's all over, and you have it; you keep it forever right?"
"…"
"Please…"
"…"
"Xemnas…"
"…"
"Say something…," Demyx said weakly. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at what becoming more and more of a lost cause. He wasn't talking back, he wasn't even showing signs of reaction; he was juts staring at him…with those tired eyes.
"I-I'll help," Demyx whimpered, "I'll help feed and change him…and if you need to relax, I know me and Roxas will be happy to look after him for you."
"…"
"And I know Marly will help, and I think Luxord and Xigbar would help too," Demyx said. He felt more tears roll down his eyes. Please…listen… "Everybody will be willing to help you…."
"…"
"I think Xion and Larxene would help too," Demyx said. "Because…"
"We're…we're like a family," Demyx said. "We all are friend…we argue all the time, but that's what friends and family do sometimes…" Demyx leaned closer to the bed. "I know what Saix did was wrong…and I don't know what I would do if I were in that situation…but…"
"…"
"…don't let what happened affect everything you've done," Demyx said. He wiped away a few of his tears. "Don't let his actions make you throw him away…don't let what he did to you…"
"…?"
"I know you want him, your baby, and I know you're really upset," Demyx said. "don't…let Saix take him away from you…."
"…"
Demyx buried his head in some sheets; trying to hide the tears that were rolling down his face. It was really hard; just talking to him was so hard. Having to deal with the blank, empty expression, those empty eyes…it really hurt. He felt some movement on the bed. Demyx hurriedly wiped away the last of his tear, determined to not look too weak in the eyes of his leader, and as he did he felt something on his head.
A hand.
Demyx froze in place, scared stiff from the strange contact.
"…"
Demyx felt the hand remove itself.
"…"
Demyx stared at his Superior and waited carefully. His watched Xemnas pull his arm back in the bed, and he watched the eyes stare back at him. They seemed to sill be tired, and still looked upset. But they seemed to have understood, as odd as it sounded. He had been listening…
"L-lord Xemnas…," Demyx asked pathetically.
"…I…"
"…?" Demyx moved a bit closer.
"…I don't…like," Xemnas said quietly.
"You don't like," Demyx asked.
Xemnas nodded his head. "but…if you want me too; I'll have some…if it's a necessity…"
Ice cream," Demyx asked.
Xemnas slowly nodded his head once more. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
"…you don't like it," Demyx asked.
"…not healthy, not a body requirement," Xemnas muttered quietly. "But…if it will keep you from…"
Demyx smiled. He would have hugged his leader if it weren't for the fact that he was in bed, with huge injuries to his body. He simply nodded his head.
"I'll get you some really good flavors," he said happily. "stuff that taste really good; you'll like it!"
Demyx got up from the bed and opened up a portal. He felt more tears roll down, but this time they were happy ones. Xemnas…he was talking. He had gotten him to speak, and after so long. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad…
He glanced over to his Superior; Xemnas was watching him tiredly.
"You'll…," Demyx muttered. "you'll still be talking…when I come back, right?"
"…," Xemnas blinked. "…I don't know…"
"Can you try," Demyx asked nervously.
"…"
"…"
"…yes, I can try," Xemnas murmured.
Saix blinked, not surprised that he was still incapable of seeing the world around him. It was just…black. He couldn't move, he could not see, he could use any of his other senses. He had been placed here…and it seemed like years had gone by sense. It could be…there was no real sense of time in this part of the world- the empty core of this world. He would remain here, until further notice, or until the World That Never was ceased to exist. Which ever came first…and Saix wasn't eager to face either of these.
He felt…trapped. True, he was, in fact, trapped in the area, but he felt trapped in total. He knew there was no future for him-whether they let him live or fade. Nothing was left for him. He had lost the only thing important to him…
…and it was his own fault.
His actions, not the child's, had let to this. The very room, core, and void he was trapped in-he brought this upon himself. He knew where to place the blame…this was all his. He had attacked his Superior; a crime that was enough to leave him here forever-and he had attacked the only person who made him feel…
Feel; was that what he did?
Saix felt a burning sensation grow within him. He lost Xemnas…and although he may have not lead up to it; he had been the one to bring down the final blow. If his actions against his leader did not lead to his destruction; then what he did to Number X would surely bring him down. He wasn't all too sure if the child's life mattered to the other superiors…but if it did; well then…he would count on being here for a while longer.
Maybe they'll forget about him. It would be better that way-Xemnas could move on and forget what had happened to him. He would move on and Saix would fade away like an old memory.
Saix felt a ping of pain grow deep in his chest. He…was sorry.
I love you…
Those words played over and over in his head, teasing him. He had finally heard those wonderful words…and he was never going to here them again!
So sorry…please let me out…
Saix felt another sting in his chest. He wanted to leave, wanted to see Xemnas. Needed to tell him he was sorry. Saix frowned. He wanted Xemnas to forgive him, he wanted to keep Xemnas. He did not want to lose him…
But he was lost. He had been saved, and he was with the child…he was alone with the child, and he would never let him near him or the child again.
Saix sank. He sank and sank deeper and deeper in the void. He would never have anything; he would never…ever…
Xemnas said he loved him.
Shouldn't he have stopped at that point? He…he had cried for him. And Saix had cried back…he cried.
He had never heard those words come out like that before…
And…would he ever hear them again?
Would he ever leave…would he ever see Xemnas again?
Saix didn't know these things. And he would never, as far as he was concerned, come to know them. That child had taken…and he let himself fall for it and he pushed away the only thing important to him. Xemnas would…
….he would…
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, tell me you'll forgive me.
Xigbar glanced at the mess of the room and then to Xemnas. He smiled weakly, hoping it would save him from the obvious deed that lay ahead of him. Tubs of ice cream were all over the place, and Demyx was on the floor, asleep. Xigbar couldn't even begin to describe the mess the boy was. The floor had some melted ice cream, and the tubs were full of colorful liquid. It was like a scene from a horror movie; only blood was replaced with dessert goodness.
"So…you want me to take him to his room right," Xigbar asked. He expected no answer, despite the scenery, but was quite surprised when he saw Xemnas shake his head.
"Room," Xemnas muttered quietly.
"And it talks," Xigbar muttered. He looked around the room again and sighed. "I'll get a trash bag…" Well; at least he was talking. Sure, he was still lying in bed with a horribly depressed look on his face, but at least he was talking.
"…get a waste basket," Xemnas asked.
"Not feeling so good," Xigbar asked.
Xemnas nodded his head.
"Is it preeclampsia, or is it…," Xigbar pointed all around the room-because that was just how much Demyx had brought back with him.
Xemnas nodded his head sickly.
"I'll get two," Xigbar said. He looked down at Demyx and smirked. "Out of all the people to get you talking…him?"
"…"
"Well, it's nice to hear your voice, after so long," Xigbar muttered. He picked up a few of the empty tubs and collected them into his arm.
"Number…II," Xemnas asked.
"What?"
"…I don't think I have preeclampsia anymore," Xemnas whispered sadly. He was really upset about the thought.
Xigbar groaned silently and continued to collect the tubs. It was never going to be easy, was it? No…not for him…
"…what do I do," Xemnas asked.
"….well," Xigbar said quietly. "The only thing you can do…is not die."
Xemnas covered his face with the sheets and sighed. He could hear Xigbar opening a portal and walking through it. He was alone right now…aside from Demyx that is. He stared at his stomach, his eyes staring nervously at it.
Two weeks…no; it had been longer than that.
Two weeks since he had left this room, two weeks since he had spoken, and…
He placed a hand on his stomach. He felt worry fill every bit of him.
Two weeks since he had felt him.
Yeah; wasn't that nice? Any Demyx fans out there squeeling in joy? I thought it was nice. Story is almost over now; isn't that just...weird? only a little bit more left. Feels like it's been forever...but it's only been...a few months now?
Xemnas has eclampsia now. Uhm...I'm not going to stop you from searching that...but I warn you; you may not like what you read. You should just read my other stuff...and not look it up. It would make me happy.
Your all probably wondering what Xemnas is thinking right now. Don't worry about it. You'll figure out how he feels about this whole situation very soon. Gosh...I seriously need to write up the ending...
Reviews are very much appreciated.