Sorry i took so long to update this again! Its just recently ive just not been inspired what so ever to write this. So whatever i wrote just didnt sound any good so i just kept putting it off again and again. But i kinda like the end result so i hope you do as well. This is probably the penultimate chapter so only expect one more chapter for this before i end it because there are other stories i have planned which im much more inspired for at the moment.

Chapter 13

The streets of Midgar were cold and silent as the couple walked the dark alleys. Hand in hand they turned the final corner, coming face to face with the blonde's uncle's house. Both had been silent the entire walk home. Zexion had been forced into a state of shock when seeing the silver haired girl and Demyx could sense this, though he chose to comply with the slate haired boy's wishes.

The house was just as quiet and cold and the lonely streets surrounding it. Not a single light shone in any of the rooms. Soft breathing could be heard above, from Larxene, Cloud and Leon, but neither boy broke the prolonged silence.

After changing, Demyx pulled the sheets back on his bed and sat down, motioning for Zexion to join him. As the smaller boy obeyed arms of comfort were wrapped around him as the owner of said arms spoke. "Come on Zexy. What's wrong? You can't hide it from me."

At the words Zexion merely clasped his hands together tighter in his lap and refused to make eye contact with the blonde. "It's nothing Dem, really. I guess I just don't want to go back yet."

"Okay. We better get some sleep; have to get up early tomorrow." Though he was severely unconvinced, Demyx chose to allow Zexion to keep up his silence for now. It wouldn't be a good idea to upset Zexion any more than he already was.

Not another word had been spoken in response. Cocooned in Demyx's arms, Zexion waited for sleep to take him away from the sadness…but it wasn't happening. For hours he laid motionlessly, trying to give the impression of sleep to an invisible audience. Although, his attempts were hopeless. His mind was wandering and he needed to know what had actually happened to her. He nudged the sleeping body slightly to awaken it before he breathed, "What…did he do, Dem…? To…Fuu I mean."

After taking a few moments to piece together an explanation, Demyx gently rubbed Zexion's back as he spoke. "Well it was about 2 year ago now, no idea if he's still like it. But Axel and I found her passed out one day in an alley way, close to where we were earlier actually, we took her to the hospital. But when she woke up she said she couldn't remember what happened to her…but I knew she was lying. Then a few weeks later Axel was walking me home; it was late at night, that's when we saw it. He'd beaten her, pretty badly at that. She was covered in cuts and bruises. But…that's not the worst of it. When we saw her, he…he…he was raping her...She was never really the same person again after that. We visited her in hospital while she recovered, that's when she told us not to tell the police what he'd done. I wished I'd done something though, she's a nice girl, she never deserved to be treated like that…no one does. But if I'm honest…the way she looked in the hospital, looking back on it now, she kinda reminds me of…you, when we first found you."

Zexion fell back into shock. An empty shell. Liking and breathing, but not feeling. All those years he'd believed Fuu to be dead. But now to see her and hear that, it was all too much to bear. The slate haired boy tried not to show it, but truly all he felt on the inside was self-hatred. It was all his fault. If he hadn't been such a coward for so long he would have been able to help her. But he was a coward and he hadn't helped her. All he'd done was make it worse.

It hadn't taken long for Demyx to fall back to sleep. The moonlight, shining in through the window, landed on Zexion's emotionless face. Though his face held no emotion, tears still managed to fall down his face.

Two weeks had passed since the couple had returned to collage. Zexion hadn't been the same since the night he saw Fuu. Still living the life of a hollow shell, he rarely ate, slept or spoke. Demyx didn't understand why.

It was common knowledge that Zexion wasn't the most social of people, but the only time he'd been this cold towards Demyx was when they first started collage, and even that hadn't lasted this long. The sudden change in attitude had come as a shock to Demyx.

The ride back to collage had been silent on the most part. Every so often Zexion would respond with monosyllabic answers, but that was all. Things hadn't changed since then.

It was late afternoon and the pair were in their room, as they we're most evenings. Zexion was sat at his desk, book in hand, dislocated from the world around him. Demyx, on the other hand, was perched on his bed, stroking his sitar's strings, watching Zexion's ever move. The pair had been sat like that for hours, neither saying a single word. That was, until Demyx cracked.

Throwing his sitar to the side, he flew up, hands in fists at his side. "I've had enough Zexion! It's over! I can't live like this! I can't live in in silence. I know something's wrong, Zexion. But you just won't let me in, you won't let me help. I can't be with you if all you do is block me out. I've had enough of it." The blonde avoided all eye contact with the other as he spoke, head facing the floor. Tears had begun to form in his eyes as his voice trailed off. Within moments he'd left the room, leaving the door to slam behind him, not waiting for a response.

He ran, unable to be anywhere near Zexion. He didn't stop until he reached his car. Throwing himself into the driver's seat, he curled up, with his knees to his chest, arms around his legs and head down onto of his knees. And he cried. Broken sobs ripped through is chest as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

He cringed as he saw the image on screen, he had his arms around Zexion's waist and they were both grinning at the camera, it was taken their last day in Midgar. With shaking hands he made his way to his phonebook. He didn't have to look long for the name he wanted. In dark blue letters at the top of the screen he made out the name Axel before pressing the call button.

He unsteadily pressed the phone to his ear, hoping the red head would answer. Seconds later the phone was answered. "Hey, Dem. What's up?"

"…" Demyx couldn't bring himself to respond, instead continued to cry into the phone.

"D-Dem? What's wrong?" Concern was strong in his friend's voice.

Demyx's attempt to compose himself was taken in vain. So he spoke between sobs. "A-Axel…I-I did…s-s-something…really…really s-s-stupid. I-I…I don't know…w-why I did it. He…he was j-just there…a-and he w-wouldn't…say a-anything…and I-I-I j-just…c-cracked."

Before Demyx had chance to continue Axel cut him off. "Wait! Slow down. You're not making any sense. Where are you? I'll come get you. Just calm down."

Little over 15 minutes had passed by the time Axel had: gotten to Demyx, tried and failed at calming him down, removed the blonde from the car and put him in his own car and driven him back to his own apartment. The red head was now lifting the, still crying, blonde out of the car. On instinct, Demyx had wrapped his arms around Axel's neck and buried his face in his chest. Neither said a word as Axel carried Demyx into the apartment.

They remained in silence while Demyx cried. Axel held the blonde close and gently kissed the top of his head for comfort. Not that Axel would ever admit it out loud, but inside he still loved Demyx. Yeah he had Roxas now and he loved him, but it wasn't the same as Demyx. Cheating on Demyx was possibly the biggest mistake of his life; he wished he'd known that at the time. Although, he knew now that cheating on him was just the push Demyx had needed to get with Zexion, and he also knew Demyx was much happier with Zexion. So it killed Axel to see Demyx crying like this. All he could do was hold and comfort the blonde until he calmed down.

Eventually Demyx's cries subsided. The blonde pulled away from the taller body before he spoke, somewhat, clearly. "Axel…I did something stupid."

"What is it, Demyx?"

Demyx sighed and looked to the floor before he responded. "I…I broke up with Zexion. He's been so distant since we got back. I was just angry and hurt and…I don't know! I know something's wrong with him, but he just won't let me in any more. It's like he's got walls around him that no one can get through…but I used to be able to get over them…but now…now I can't. And…and we were just sat there and I cracked. I wasn't thinking and I just exploded." He looked up at Axel as he finished, tears pooling once again in his eyes. "I don't want this Axel. I love him; I didn't mean to mess things up like this."

The tears fell down the blonde's face as Axel pulled him back into his arms. As he rubbed Demyx's back soothingly he said "It's ok, Demyx. You can fix this. You just need to go back there and show him just how much you love him. I'm sure he knows you didn't mean it. If he's hiding something than he must have a reason, he really does love you, Demyx."

Demyx pulled slightly away from Axel to look him in the eye. "Really? You think so?"

"Yeah, I know he does."

He pulled his gaze away from Axel as he moved his head back to the red heads chest and said, "Thanks, Axel."

Almost an hour later Demyx was back outside the door to his dorm, breathing heavy with nerves. He closed his eyes for a second to compose himself before swiftly opening the door. Once he stepped into the room he saw Zexion in bed, curled up in a ball, arms wrapped tightly around himself and wearing one of Demyx's oversized hoodies.

He didn't know if the smaller boy was still awake or not, but he got into the bed, wrapping his arms around Zexions waist and nuzzling his head into the space between his hear and shoulder. "I'm sorry, Zexy. I shouldn't have done that. I love you." Demyx breathed into the slate haired boy's ear before kissing the skin just below his ear.

"I know, Demyx. I love you too." As he said it he turned his head to gently kiss Demyx's lips.

Once they pulled apart, Demyx spoke up again. "I just can't stand seeing you like that. I just want to help but you won't let me. Please don't lock me out, Zexy."

Zexion pressed their lips together once more before saying, "I know. I shouldn't have acted like that. I was just in shock and I didn't know what to do."

"So, you want to talk about it? I could help?"

"Thank you, Demyx." He smiled as he said it.

"No need to thank me, Zexy. I'm always here to help, no matter what. So what's wrong?"

Zexion hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Well…there's something I didn't tell you, years ago, when I got out the hospital…I told you about Ienzo but there was someone else as well…"

A sad expression had made its way across the smaller boys face as he spoke. Sensing the boy's sadness, Demyx reached on of his hands out and grasped one of Zexion's smaller ones, squeezing it slightly, prompting him to continue.

"It was Fuu. She's my sister, Demyx. The day Ienzo was killed; she was the one who stopped me meeting the same fate. And so many other times she saved me…and she was the one who helped me to escape. I didn't think back then. She told me to run…so I ran. I never thought of what might happen to her if I did at the time. Then I spent years thinking she was dead. And then just too randomly see her and hear what happened to her…" By this point Zexion had completely turned over and was holding Demyx close to him, with fistfuls of his shirt and tears were now freely flowing down his face. "It's my fault Demyx! If I hadn't have gone I might have been able to help her! But I was too selfish and only thought of myself. She doesn't deserve any of that; she should have been the one to escape…not me."

As the slate haired boy finished his story, Demyx held him tight, gently stroked his slate hair and softly kissed the crown of his head. "Everything will be ok, Zexy. It's not your fault. You only did what she wanted you to. She cares about you and wanted you to have a better life, that'll be why she did what she did. She wanted you to be safe. If I was in that situation, surprisingly enough, I would have done the same for Larxene. But you shouldn't be sad, Zexy. You thought she was dead right? But she's not…and she not with your father any more. You should have said something when we saw her."

"Yeah I know…I was just…I don't know."

"I know, I know." The blonde was still stroking the slate hair as he spoke.

The couple laid in silence for half an hour, both on the verge of sleep, before Zexion spoke again. "Hey, Dem?"

"Yeah want is it, Zexy?"

"You…you think we could go back so I can see her some time?"

"Yeah. Whenever you want, Zexy." As he said it he leaned down and lightly brushed their lips together.

Well hope you liked it and tell me what you think. Going to start writing the next chapter tonight so i should be updating this with in the next few days. And just for the record Nacht Schleier was the ONLY person who i heard from that managed to guess what Zexion and Fuu were to each other correctly.