Alllrighty! Hey reviewers and readers, I am back from summer vacation… and my writer's block XD Haha Had a long, intriguing summer. Lots of shit has happened since … was it June or July…? O.o lol but I'm hopefully gonna be in better spirits soon… well, with any luck anyways. :P Anyways I was literally working seven days a week eight hours a day for the summer, and as I have stated I have had tremendous writer's block on this story as my newer story, "When You Say Nothing At All" has come into the picture… on top of a fuckload of homework lol. so I have had noooooo time to be at home and write, so I'm nowhere close to where I want to be in the story. :/ I apologize profusely to my readers and reviewers, I know I promised to have the next few chapters up by the time I got back but I just haven't had time to write :c Highlights honestly have to have been attending my horse shows and Fan expo with my best friends, Sukaretto Yuki being one of them. XD Anyways, please don't shoot me for the long wait but I swear I'll try and make it up to ya'll!

And Yuki, I know you can literally harm me, but you also know what I'll do to you in return (: Anyways, unfortunately, we are nearing the end of it. I'll be posting in the next chapter how many chappies I think will be left… approximately lol. I do promise at LEAST one more yaoi scene though ;D I may or may not post a poll and see which pairing you guys want the most.

Anyways.

On to the story :D

Flashityback

Curled into a ball, Roxas shivered. He knew he shouldn't have run off on Axel, but his emotions had overpowered him; he had been upset and still mostly asleep. He knew that he was an idiot. However, more to the point, he knew that he had hurt Axel; he had seen it in the emerald eyes as he had ran away. But he hadn't cared. He had just kept running, running away from his emotions, as he always did. Now, he was in trouble.

He massaged his swollen ankle. He had fallen through a crack in the dry, cracked ground, and he was pretty sure he had twisted his ankle. What worried him was that there was the lake nearby, and, judging by the way the landforms were shaped, he was lying in the spot where the tide would flood in when the sun rose. He looked up, and saw the three-quarter moon.

"Help me!" his weak, strained cry echoed around the cavern. His voice hurt, but he knew that it would be the only thing that could save him.

Le fini de flasheback.

Zexion trod carefully along the cracked landscape. Demyx was whistling constantly- a noise that would usually annoy the hell out of the slate-haired man, yet he found himself whistling along unconsciously to the randomized tunes. He found himself a tad more focused; but when the deeper, louder whistle resounded through the metallic air, he zipped his lips and remained stonily quiet.

"Hey Zex, d'you know where he would have gone?" Axel called, and Zexion had to restrain himself from making a snappy comment.

"No, I do not. Where Roxas went was probably to get as far away from the problem as he could." He commented drily, and picked up the pace. Demyx bubbled after him, not nearly as careful with his feet. Unfortunately, where Zexion had been careful to avoid treading is where Demyx stepped. The next thing Zexion and Axel heard were, "Zexion, help me!"

Zexion looked back, and Axel glanced up.

They saw Demyx on one knee, arms grasping the closest stalactite with the apparent other leg stuck straight through the ground. Axel gasped, and froze; Zexion, on the other hand, surged forward, eyes wide in terror. He grabbed Demyx's hands, and pulled for all he was worth, hauling Demyx up against what seemed to be a wind tunnel. Demyx clutched his Zexion tightly by the arms, and scrambled wildly to retrieve solid footing. However, when he felt something grab hold of his leg, Demyx screamed (nearly breaking Zexion's eardrum, mind you) and scrambled harder. Suddenly, Axel heard a faint, weak sound. He pounced upon the struggling pair, holding his hand over Demyx's mouth.

"Did you hear that?!" he exclaimed. Zexion froze. Demyx suddenly went still.

"There's a hand on my leg." He said stupidly, and looked down. Wrapped around the slender ankle of the mulhawked boy was a pale, bloodstained hand.

""Roxas?" Axel whispered in a scared tone, knelt down by Demyx's side, and grasped the cold hand. They heard a faint moan, and suddenly, things all seemed to happen at once.

Zexion hauled Demyx out of the grasp of the hand quite roughly, and Demyx fell sprawled on the ground, only to force his body up within seconds to try to help Axel, who was clawing frantically with one hand at the hard dirt, holding the hand of their friend who so desperately needed their help. Zexion, however, shoved Axel aside, and growled at him.

"Hold on to his fucking hand and don't you dare let go!" he growled menacingly, and attacked the dirt with a furious quality about him.

"It's Roxas!" he cried when he saw the spikey, muddy, blond hair. He attacked the dirt with newfound strength and ferocity. As soon as Axel could, he started to pull the mangled, unconscious boy from the dirt, and yelled at Demyx for help.

After a minute, Zexion realised that the pair hauling the currently limp body up were in need of help, and he could stop digging. He reached over and started pulling, all three of them trying to help more to the cause. With a screech, and a thump, four boys fell onto the ground, Roxas flailed on the ground, Axel holding him tightly about the waist, and Zexion and Demyx sprawled all over them.

"He's so cold…" Axel choked between tears of relief and worry. Zexion stood up and hauled them all up, helping Axel support Roxas. He thrust his shoulder underneath Roxas's shoulder and motioned for Axel to do the same.

"Demyx, grab hold of his legs. He Is unconscious, and most likely has hypothermia as he is wet and frozen; see how the tips of his fingers are blue? And it appears that he has a broken ankle because of the weird way his ankle is bent." Axel and Demyx relied on the slate-haired young man, knowing that Zexion was the only one who could take charge currently and not fall apart. They grasped their required parts of the small blond's body, and they started trekking throughout the cramped cavern until they reached the cool night air. The walk back was silent, except for the harsh and laboured breathing, and Axel murmuring to Roxas, endearing the boy to be well, to wake up.

"Amen to that," Demyx muttered, and felt a sharp tug of empathy for both Roxas and the red head.

As they approached the camp, about a half a mile away they halted; Zexion and Demyx didn't have the best strength endurance.

"Holy… shit… he's heavier than he looks," Zexion heaved, putting his hands on his legs and crouching, while Demyx flopped on the ground after setting Roxas down into Axel's arms. Axel looked around, biting his cheek nervously.

"Look, I'll run ahead and get Aerith. He needs help. Zex, you c'mere. Don't let him go please. This is my fault… I have to make sure Roxas is gonna be okay…" He muttered, almost to himself, and handed the bloodstained, unconscious boy to Zexion. He started to leave, but stopped himself. He turned around, and walked back to Roxas. He tipped the boy's drooping head up, so that he could see his closed eyes, and smiled a little as he moved a spike of hair from his face.

"Roxas, I'm sorry. I'm gonna spend my life making this you to you, if you let me. I'm so sorry." He murmured, and pressed his lips against Roxas's.

"AWWWW!" squealed Demyx, and Zexion rolled his eyes.

"Sentimental much?" he thought to himself, then bit his lip when he saw Demyx glance at him shyly out of the corner of his eye. The slate-haired boy watched as Axel dashed off, and sighed heavily. He sat down against a tree so that he didn't collapse under the weight of Roxas.

"Thank Mercy we found him, eh Zexion?" Demyx muttered ironically, and scooted closer so that when he put his hand back down, it was almost brushing against his leg. Zexion sighed, and stretched his arms out over his head. He had no idea what to say at the moment. When he was alone with Demyx… well, technically not alone, more like alone with a sleeping person type alone – he never really did.

"Yeah…." He murmured, and turned his head towards the mulleted blond beside him, at precisely the same moment that Demyx turned to face him. Before he realised it, his lips met Demyx's soft, pliant lips. He raised the hand closest to Demyx to Demyx's face, cupping his chin and pulling him closer. Demyx sighed happily, and wound his hair into Zexion's hair, and, before he could stop himself, said six words he had never expected to hear out of his own mouth:

"Please go out with me, Zexion…"

Ehehe sorry about the cliffy but I thought it was a good spot to end the chapter :'D Read and Review!