(Okay so I kind of sort of have a small teeny tiny itty bitty full-blown fetish for hurt/comfort and nuturing stuff. God. Dammit. I can't help iiiit D: But yeah, poor DemDems. He goes through a lot, man. I am like the world's biggest asshole, ONCE AGAIN, to the characters I love. This might be why they have a tendency to die.
Goddd Vexen I love you so much you are the best god so awesome why doesn't the fandom love you more godddd. Okay I'm good but HE'S SO AWESOME.
Don't know whether I'll ever own KH. Certainly don't now.
All right, listen up; I'm going on vacation with friends until Sunday at two in the afternoon-ish. So I won't be responding to PMs/alive for a few days. Just letting you all know that I still love you. :3
Dedicated to Dream because SHE DREW SENAYAX AND SUNNY JIM FFFF I LOVE YOU)
It took Demyx a minute to register that someone was screaming.
It was only a pair of gentle hands and the sound of, "You okay, kitten?" in his ear that made him realize he was the one screaming.
Demyx moaned with agony, shaking his head and trying to clear the nightmare out of his head. He looked around his room, frantically searching for Peggy until he realized she was on the bed-right in front of Xigbar. He could only stare in shock. Xigbar noticed, gesturing for him to lay down on the bed. Demyx felt himself sinking against the pillows and realizing they were soaked in sweat and tears.
"Heya, Dem." He whispered. "I brought Peggy with me. She was hummin' up a fuckin' storm in the corner, yanno; it's why I heard you. She's a good girl." He grinned, shaking his head. "Well, really, good sitar, but whatever." He realized Demyx's eyes were still wide with terror, and his cheeks were flushed crimson red to the point of almost seeming like they'd blister Xigbar's fingers if he touched Demyx. He hissed. "You have a fever, kiddo. No two ways about it, Dem. You stay here, okay? I'll go get Vexen."
He turned to leave, but Demyx's hysterical screaming stopped him. He turned around to see Demyx trying to get out of bed, tears running down his cheeks. Xigbar paused for a moment, seeing the desperation in his eyes before he shook himself out of his stupor and moved forward. Demyx was openly weeping, shaking his head and grabbing the sleeve of his coat and tugging him back to the bed. Xigbar murmured soothingly as he guided Demyx back to bed and settled him under the covers.
"Christ, kiddo, I'm not going anywhere. I'd be a damn shitty angel if I left you right now, yeah? And I'm not a bad angel, right?" He asked, a grin spreading across his features. Demyx shook his head.
"As...if." He murmured, a soft, strained laugh forcing its' way out of his throat. Xigbar hissed again, brushing his sweat-slicked hair back against his forehead and realizing the aching burn the touch left on his palm. He winced, settling him under the blankets as he shivered. Demyx sighed, eyelids fluttering. "Xigbar...you can go get Vexen...I'll be all right. I promise." Xigbar nodded.
"I'll come back, kitten." He murmured. "I swear to Christ, I'll come back." Demyx nodded, yawning.
"I believe you, Xigbar..." He replied, just before closing his eyes and falling back asleep. Xigbar darted out without another moment of hesitation, heading right for Vexen's room.
Xigbar didn't even hesitate as he banged on the door, hearing a muffled thump and the sounds of Vexen swearing as he wrenched open the door, hair mussed and his angry glare fixed on Xigbar. "Braig, I'm aware you think sleep is an optional function, but I don't, at least not tonight! What could possibly be so damned wrong that you, as a scientist, could not fix!" He roared. Xigbar shook his head.
"Demyx woke up screaming." He said, voice blunt and harsh. "He's sick right now, and I need you." Xigbar didn't even wait for a reply before turning off and heading back to Demyx's room, rage and worry in his wake like the aftermath of a hurricane. Vexen groaned, adjusting his pajama top before following after him, muttering darkly to himself.
"Honestly, your infatuation with this boy is going to be the death of us all, Xigbar," he muttered under his breath, "and if my calculations are correct, which, as I suppose I should remind you, they always are, you've simply taken something simple and turned a molehill into a Shiva-blasted mountain, and if you've woken me up for nothing there will be hell to pay!" Vexen pushed his way past Xigbar and opened Demyx's door.
He froze, letting the door swing shut behind him as Xigbar darted in and fought down a scream.
Demyx sat on the bed with Peggy in his hands and blood dripping from his mouth. He looked up at them and smiled, showing a deep gash on his lower lip and tongue. Vexen paled; Xigbar looked like he wanted to throw up.
"Was screaming." Demyx said matter-of-fact, as if blood spilling out of his mouth was a daily occurence. "Had to make it stop. Didn't...want to wake anyone up." Demyx murmured. "That'd...be selfish...of me." He coughed, trying to smile. "I'm fine, Vexen! Please...Xigbar was just overrea-" Vexen's eyes narrowed and his jaw set as he stepped forward and shoved Demyx back into the bed and yanked the covers up over him.
"Get your ass under those covers. That is an order, Number IX." He was sputtering now; Xigbar backed away, amused even through his horror and worry. Once Even got worked up, nothing short of a nuclear raid was going to stop him from venting on a patient. Demyx shrunk into himself as Vexen puffed himself up to his full height, looking for all the world like a pissed-off, half-asleep lion yanked out of bed.
"I am simply enraged by the fact that you have decided that your well-being is less important than anyone's sleep. We are an Organization, Demyx. We work together. If you think that we are going to let you stand by while you are clearly suffering, then you can just think again." Vexen snarled. Demyx watched him, eyes wide with amazement and shock. Vexen turned to leave, but not before calling back to Xigbar, "He has a fever of approximately one hundred and three; stay with him until I find the Cura for it." Xigbar nodded, slightly stunned by the sudden shift back to his friend's normal demeanor. He turned to the bed and realized Demyx was watching the spot where Vexen had stood with awe.
"...Like a family?" He whispered. Xigbar raised an eyebrow.
"Come again, Demyx? Couldn't hear you." He replied. Demyx turned to look at him, his eyes wide and hopeful.
"We're...together. Like a family. Is that it?" He asked. Xigbar couldn't help but smirk; a family made up of egomaniacs, prickly lunatics, and overly verbose drama queens?
Yet...he'd wanted to get Demyx away from a normal life. And if the Organization was anything, it was abnormal. Xigbar huffed in amusement. "Yeah. Like a family." He replied. Demyx nodded, expression thoughtful for a minute as he considered something.
"With...nice big brothers. Right? Not...bad ones. Ones that...are like you." Demyx asked, his mind and soul clearly spirited away to some place in his past as he looked up at him with all the innocence of a child. Xigbar's breath caught in his throat. That was it. Just a step closer towards whatever Demyx was hiding from him. He couldn't let this piece of the puzzle slip away from him. He nodded.
"Yes. With good big brothers." He murmured.
Demyx nodded, and Xigbar knew it was the answer he needed to hear as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Vexen came back about twenty minutes later to find Peggy on the bed and Xigbar still sitting by Demyx's bedside. He sighed, pushing the Cura3 to him. "Braig, don't you worry yourself sick. You being in pain will only worry him worse." He snapped. Xigbar sighed.
"I know you're right. I just...don't want to let him be here alone if he has another nightmare. I promise to go back to sleep, okay? Peggy will wake me up if he panics again." He replied. Vexen didn't nod; he just raised an eyebrow and observed Xigbar.
"That tugging feeling in your chest...the one Xeh feels around Saix...that wouldn't happen to be going on within you, would it, Xigbar?" He asked. Xigbar shrugged.
"Even, you ought to know the answer." He teased. Vexen huffed in amusement, sitting by his side.
"I suppose I do." He murmured. "I'll have to delve into this more...but for now, it's imperative you sleep, even if only for another hour or so. I'll see you in the morning." Vexen stood to leave, but Xigbar grabbed his hand.
"Vexen...thank you." He murmured. "Thank you so much..." Xigbar wasn't sarcastic or biting for once; he looked up at him with geniune thanks and gratefulness in his eyes. Vexen smirked as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
"I'm a scientist," he replied, "this is what I'm supposed to do."
Xigbar surprised himself by laughing as Vexen left. He looked down at Demyx, still asleep. He winced, not wanting to disturb him, but he'd need the Cura... With a sigh, he shook Demyx's shoulder gently. "Heya, kitten." He murmured. "Gotta get up...Vexen brought your medicine." Demyx stirred, eyes unfocused as he yawned. He sat up and looked at Xigbar, smiling sleepily.
"Mmkay..." He mumbled, opening his mouth obediently and letting Xigbar tip the Cura to his lips. He sighed in relief as it coursed over his lips and tongue, healing the gash he'd bitten into them before he swallowed. Xigbar made sure he'd drunk all of it before pulling the bottle away and pulling the blankets up. Demyx smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you, Xigbar..." He whispered. "I promise to be better to go on a mission tomorrow..." Xigbar narrowed his eyes.
"Like fuck you are. The only mission you have tomorrow is getting some goddamn rest, you hear? We'll survive a day without work, kitten. Besides, Xemnas has been looking pretty worn out...I figure it wouldn't take Saix much convincing to get him to latch onto his beloved master and beg for him to rest." He snorted in amusement as Demyx nodded, laying back against his pillows and closing his eyes.
Xigbar watched him sleep for an hour or so before he managed to calm down and reassure himself of Demyx's safety enough to portal back to his room and grab a blanket and pillow, coming back after a split second and curling up on the floor beside Demyx's bed.