Demyx stared at the door in complete and utter shock. He wouldn't have done what Zexion is about to do. Go back to someone who has hurt him. The pain was plain on his face, the exhaustion, or maybe that was the painkillers, but there was fear as well. Unbearable fear.
"What are we supposed to do?" he asked, sliding his gaze away from the door to Axel and Larxene. Both of them were behind the counter and pouring themselves more alcohol.
Larxene raised her glass, "Drink."
Roxas stared down at his empty glass and waved it at Larxene. "I need another."
Demyx shook his head, the shock wouldn't subside. "We can't just drink. We have to do something."
"And do what exactly?" Axel asked, walking round the counter, "we're on our own. I say we drink for the next few hours, barricade the door and hope that Xigbar doesn't come knocking."
The thought of Xigbar almost made Demyx's legs buckle. He reached for the leather chair and sat down, his gaze went to the bloody bullet on the glass table. Zexion took a bullet because Xigbar was jealous, or angry, but it all went back to him. This was his fault and now Zexion was going to a man that reminded Demyx too much of Xigbar. It was disgusting.
"We have to do something," he repeated, his eyes not able to look away from the bullet. He was burned out, the fire he felt earlier, the anger that rose in his chest went out like a match. All he could do was fold into himself and shake, he even had the urge to start screaming, but he stared at the bullet, at the implication, and his entire body went rigid.
"Hey," Larxene placed a hand on Demyx's shoulder and he jerked away from her, she arched a brow, a glass in her hand. "Come on, drink with us, it'll get rid of the edge."
He took the glass from her and stared at the clear content. "We have to do something."
Larxene nodded. "I know, we'll do something once we're done drinking."
He took a sip, grimaced, and took another sip. He looked back at the door, and recalled Zexion's curled body in Lexaeus's arms, the fear etched on his face, the way he looked away from them as they left.
He couldn't believe no one was going to do anything. That Zexion was accepting his fate. What would happen to him once he's with Marluxia? Why does Zexion even need a monitor? There were so many questions he wished he had asked when they were here, when Zexion was lying on the couch. But he was bitter from the lies, and in shock that Zexion got shot, and maybe there was fear that held him back.
Why couldn't he do anything right?
"We have to do something." Demyx tightened his hold on the glass.
"We will," Axel said, downing his glass. "But right now, we need to get drunk."
"Why?" Demyx asked, looking at them.
Larxene shrugged. "Like I said, it takes the edge off."
"But we have to leave."
"And we will," Axel said.
"I say," Larxene pouring herself another glass full of Vodka, "we leave the city, we get the fuck out of here, and maybe Xigbar won't find us."
Roxas frowned. "You're just going to leave everything behind?"
"Not the first time we did it, Roxy," Axel said.
The thought of leaving filled his head and he hadn't realized he was breathing hard until Roxas and Axel were beside him.
"Breathe, Demyx," Axel said, taking the glass from him and passing it to Roxas. "It's alright, just breathe."
Demyx nodded, he screwed his eyes shut and focused on his breath, but his thoughts kept going back to Zexion, to Xigbar, to Larxene's suggestion. Everything was too much.
"We have to do something," he said, almost yelling, frantic and heaving out each word. His body was shaking too much, his limbs were like jello. He couldn't think right without the implication of someone walking into the door and hurting them, or that Zexion was going to a fate Demyx was denying.
Larxene came in front of him, "Take this," she said, calmer than Axel and Roxas were, she tipped his head back and put the pill into his mouth, she plucked the glass from Roxas's hand and poured the drink passed his lips. The taste burned, and he swallowed the pill. "Come on, help me take him to the room."
"We have to do something," he murmured as they raised him to his feet and they began walking down the hall to Larxene's bedroom.
"We're going to do something," Larxene told him, her voice sounded far away as he laid down on her bed, "I'm going to call a few people, and hopefully when you wake up, I'll have everything sorted out."
Demyx nodded slowly and then they were gone and he was staring at the ceiling. Whatever Larxene gave him was fast active, his mind turned to jelly and he didn't fight it. He closed his eyes and the first thing he dreamed of was Xigbar. The first time they met, in a bar, a long time ago. It was the most cliche thing ever, but the man knew what Demyx was going to say, how he felt, and he got under his skin so easily. Demyx was already buzzed by the alcohol and he flirted with the man, but as the dream drowned into the last time Demyx saw the man. The furniture was all over the place, the bottles were smashed in one place, Demyx was shaking so badly while picking up his clothes. Hoping the man on the bed stayed asleep under the sedative he gave him.
He should've known the man was dangerous. He always seemed to watch him, every action he made, every word he said. Xigbar knew him inside and out, and it disturbed Demyx so much that he wanted to get out, and it took some time. It wasn't until the man appeared everywhere, giving him cryptic messages, watching his friends, chasing him even how much Demyx told him to fuck off.
He was reduced to an anxiety paranoid state, frozen in place, afraid of where the man was going to appear, afraid for his friends, not able to love anyone for too long because the man would be there. He would be ready. Demyx tried his best to be with others, but he was scared for them, he would end the relationship prematurely. It was his way at protecting them from a past that haunted him.
The last part of his dream appeared in a fog, it was cold, and the sky was dark. The shape was drawing closer to him and his heart raced so hard that he thought he was going to throw up. It wasn't until the shape fell on the cement, a groan leaving their lips as he raised his head. His fear turned into a kind looking face, he picked himself up and looked at Demyx, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
"Zexion," Demyx said, reaching out.
He opened his eyes, groggy, the room was dark and he panicked. Sitting up, Demyx scrambled for the light. Panting, he realized the room was Larxene's. The bed was white, the pillows were cream colored and the window was rectangular with open blinds.
"It's night?" Demyx wondered, his mouth was dry from thirst. He grabbed the doorknob and walked out of the room. He could hear music playing, and voices, he tentatively walked down the hall.
He looked into the kitchen where he spotted Sora, Roxas, Riku, Axel and Larxene. The five of them were holding glasses, and talking.
Sora was the one that noticed him, "You're awake."
Larxene and Axel swiveled around before making their way toward him.
"Did you sleep alright?" Axel asked.
Demyx nodded, the dreams were hazy but all he could think about was Zexion. "What's going on?"
"Larxene called and told me what happened," Riku said, placing his glass down on the counter.
"She told you everything?" he asked.
Riku nodded, "Sora too."
Sora wore a troubled expression as he clasped his fingers together. "I can't believe Zexion was watching us for so long. He was our friend...it creeps me out."
Roxas was focused on his glass, his usual frown stayed on his face. "He was ordered to do it."
"Does that mean we're experiments?" Sora asked, looking to Roxas who shrugged.
"I texted Luxord," Larxene said, she didn't look as buzzed as Demyx thought she'd be, nor did Axel. "He didn't text back. I'm guessing he was ordered not too." She shook her head and made her way back to the counter where she placed her cup down next to Riku's.
"Did you call anyone?" he asked, unsure.
Larxene nodded. "I got a hold of some people, but there's nothing they can do. The only option we have is too disappear."
Demyx frowned. He didn't think that would be their only option, it was too dire, but their circumstances were dangerous and maybe it was a good idea.
"Where would we go?" he asked.
A knock at the door stopped all of them.
Larxene's brows pinched together. "Who the fuck is that?" she asked, about to make her way over to the door, but Axel grabbed her wrist.
"We don't know who it is."
She rolled her eyes. "That's why I'm going to answer the door. To find out."
"What if it's Xigbar?" Demyx took a step back, his body tensing up.
"Then I'll have an opportunity to punch the bastard in the face." She wrenched her wrist from Axel's grip and started toward the door. Sora was slowly reaching for a knife in a drawer.
She answered the door and there were two men on the other side. One had a long dreads down his shoulders, his brows were bushy, pinched together, an expression of annoyance. While the other had long blue hair, and his face was cold, his eyes held nothing in them as they glanced toward Demyx.
"Who the fuck are you?" Larxene asked, bringing her hand to her hip.
The man with the dreads raised a paper, his voice was thick, a hint of anger in his tone, "With your consent, we want all of you in this apartment to come with us to the Administration building for questioning."
"Why?" Demyx found himself asking.
"We have reasoning that there's a breach of conduct with Number VI and Number II," the blue haired male said, his voice was smooth, completely disinterested. "Come with us and once you're done being questioned, you may go free."
"And what if we don't go with you," Larxene asked, and as the man with the blue haired looked down at her, a sneer made its way on his face.
He reached for her arm, yanked her toward him, placing his arm around her neck and leveled a gun to the side of her head. "Come with us with your consent, and you'll be released once we're done questioning you."
Everyone went still, staring in shock at Larxene and the two men.
Demyx's heart raced, but he was the first to move. "Okay. We'll come with you, but please don't kill her."
They all walked slowly toward the door, and as they followed the two men to a black van that didn't look suspicious in anyway. They all got in.
Demyx couldn't stop shaking as they began driving away. His hand twining with Axel's to try and calm down. He closed his eyes and the only person he could think of was Zexion calmly going back to Marluxia. The pain in his chest wouldn't stop, but he remembered his smile, his laugh in the morning, and he disregarded the lies, the deception. He just wanted to see him again.
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