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Chapter 25: Zexion
"Demyx, please try to understand, I was going to tell you, I really was, I swear on my life. It just happened two days ago and I didn't know what to say to tell you. Please, Demyx, please believe me. I would have told you, I was just scared and I was hesitant." I rambled as tears prickled in my eyes and I reasoned internally how I had no right to cry. It was my fault. It was all of my fault. His eyes were mixed with so many different emotions and I wished they were still dusty with lust, or even shimmering with happiness but none of the hurt looks that were written all over his face. I loved Demyx most when Demyx was smiling.
"Why did you do this?" His steady voice entered into the room and it was not devoid of emotion. He was upset, clearly, and he was angry sounding. I wanted to look away from him and hide myself but that would be cowardly and he deserved more than that.
"I got upset and I just let myself go…" I replied very carefully.
"Why were the razors even here?"
"I.. got them, Demyx, but I know I shouldn't have. I know it was bad, I put temptation there that didn't have to be and, and like, well, I know… it, well, after I did it, it hit me what I did. I was ashamed, I still am. I'm sorry, Demyx, but I was disgusted by myself and I was scared to tell you, I was gonna say something the next time it came up or when the time felt right." I rambled with no real purpose or desire to stop, I was guilty and felt that I needed to explain myself to Demyx, otherwise I would not deserve his time and energy.
"I don't want to believe you." His words showed that he did in fact believe me though and I was thankful. Our bodies were pressed again in a few seconds yet it was simply a hug, so tight it felt constricting to my breathing but I didn't want it to stop. I hadn't lost him, I had Demyx in my arms still and he still wanted me in his. His eyes leaked a bitter salt solution and it dripped down over my spine. I could not ignore his crying and when he pulled away the anger written all over his features was like a hard slap across the face. His eyelashes were laced together and shimmered with the left over tears but his eyes were hard and cold.
"D-Demyx?"
"Zexion, things are going to have to change, I used to watch you very closely but obviously it wasn't enough." Venom stung and I couldn't help but flinch from it and feel like something was going to go very wrong. "I'm going to have to check your body, I don't trust you." Images suddenly flew through my mind, clips of Demyx scouring my body with his eyes looking at the scars and searching for cuts. He'd see all the mutilation, the humiliation would be terrible. I had never willing fully shown anyone.
"No, you can't do that." I whispered in horror, because that would be disastrous.
"Yes, I need to, I can't have you doing this to yourself. It's wrong, Zexy." The anger was seeping away to be replaced by sadness and he pressed a firm and tender kiss onto my forehead. "We'll be slow. I just need to help you, I need to know all of this."
It made sense, but I didn't like the idea at all. I didn't want him to see my body. His fingers danced down over my shoulders that were still bare from our very near sexual experience. I wished we had just stayed to making out. I wish he never found out what I had done. His sun kissed skin stood out against my own complexion and I kept his eyes locked onto mine. His hands traced all down my arms and softly pressed into my back, stroking it comfortingly as he pulled me into a gentle hug once more. My heart was pounding and my breathing was barely staying normal. He pulled back from the hug and kissed one of my temples before his eyes trailed over my stomach. Demyx's fingers pressed into my chest and eased me back into the pillows.
"Please, Demyx, you've already seen them, there aren't anymore. I swear that to you, there are no more. Please don't look at me."
"Zexy, oh Zexy," he cooed and shushed me with feather light kisses to my forehead and a stable hug to my unresponsive torso.
"Please don't do this to me. I don't want you to see all of the scars, I look disgusting, please, just don't do this to me." I felt hysterical but sounded almost all together.
"Zexy, I don't think you're disgusting, so stop thinking that you are. You are my Zexion and I would never be disgusted by you, I love you. I love you so much and will never ever think badly of you." He professed in gentle tones that were pressed up against my cheek. I chewed on my bottom lip and nodded a little, accepting the affirmations but I couldn't believe them. He sat up again and I looked at him slowly.
"Will you undo your pants? I would but… I don't think you want me to." In response I curled into a ball.
"Please, Demyx, not now, maybe later." My eyes were closed and my face turned from him but I could imagine the look on his face.
"Fine, give me all of your razors." He growled and I flinched from the anger in his voice but retrieved them all after we both got off of my bed, and then he walked away. He left me alone with nothing to settle the disorder in my mind.
It was hours before he came back and when he did return I was fading in and out of sleep. I had been lying in bed for at least three hours and had barely changed positions. The blankets were brought up over my shoulders and my head peeked out on the pillow. He didn't turn the light on that I had turned off. He flicked on a small desk lamp that threw little light into the room.
"Dem?" I asked quietly before shifting sleepily and crawling out of bed, in his boxers and nothing else. They were a little ill fitting but they were an old pair so they were not as big as his other ones. He nodded while sifting through his stuff and otherwise ignoring me. "You… do you want to…" I fidgeted, while my toes curled and uncurled and my knees rubbed together as I shifted my weight a few times. My eyes shifted around and my heart tried to jump from my mouth to it's death on the perilous floor. The guitarist turned to me finally.
"What?" He asked though I was fairly sure he knew what I was going to say, but I was also pretty confident that he just wanted me to say it.
"Do you want to look?" It was feeble and I couldn't even look at him when I spoke, but he didn't seem to care because he was kissing my hair a moment later while he held me to his strong chest. He nodded and guided me to his bed this time since it was closer. I laid down slowly and tried to ignore the prickling of fear in my gut. What if he rejected me? His fingers were on the waistband of the boxers I was wearing and I could only watch him as his eyes rested on my nearly bare body in front of him. He had seen the scars on my arms plenty of times and I was not worried about them. I didn't like them but they were not fresh and the ones on my legs were not as neat. It was also a problem that I was suddenly very self conscious of my lower body. What if it wasn't enough for him anymore? What if I was smaller in this life than the last?
His warm hands covered my skin inch by inch, down over the ugly cuts on my hips and over the tops of my thighs. He didn't remove the boxers at all. His hands vanished from my body for a moment before they stroked the insides of my thighs carefully and moved over the outsides to feel if there were cuts there or not. I felt the relief swell over my entire body as he kissed my forehead. I was not ready for the sudden movement of the boxers moving back so the cuts were exposed, and my lover's hand on my chest holding me down when I jumped from the surprise.
"Relax," he commanded gently before his lips were pressed on mine. I fidgeted with his hands and tried to push the one on my boxers away. I really did not want him to see again.. He ignored the resistance and I was vaguely reminded of Sunny one time doing something akin to making me show him my cuts. Demyx moved away from my lips though and caringly pressed one kiss onto the cuts. It made me freeze a little, emotion surged blindly and too quickly for me to actually feel much for more than a fraction of a second. His eyes locked with mine from his perch just above the slices and all I could do was hold back tears that threatened to spill.
"Thank you," he nodded in response and crawled up to my face. He kissed me again and relaxed against my side.
"I just want you to be safe and happy." He spoke in a delicate tone that betrayed an unyielding worry. I didn't know what to say, so I simply ran my hands through his wheat colored hair. He curled closer and I felt like I was suffocating from the guilt. "This scares me." His speaking was detached like he was simply voicing random thoughts that passed through his mind. "I could do it to myself."
"Do what?" I asked, the statement caught me off-guard and the initial implication was unnerving.
"I could cut myself." He mumbled into my shoulder, confirming my first assumption.
"No you couldn't." I shook my head and scoffed at the idea, not because I was challenging him or because I thought it was funny, but because the idea was horrifying and unreal.
"Of course I could. It'd be really easy to do, you should know that." He shook his head and laughed somewhat bitterly. I was floored because I had never heard him say anything like that and I didn't want to hear it again. This was Demyx we were talking about, and Demyx is not the type of person who does that, he is not the kind of person who would make idle threats either.
"I don't want you to." I replied numbly, because for the life of me I could not fathom where this was coming from.
"I don't want you to either, but you've never cared. What makes this any different?" He was sitting when he spoke the last time, his eyes were fastened onto me in anger. I had never seen him so angry before…
"You're… You're Demyx, that's what's different." I stood my ground and ground my teeth together. He would have to understand. He would have to, otherwise nothing was going to be right between us. I refused to admit that I was wrong.
"What makes me so different from you? What makes me so much better? Nothing, Zexion, nothing makes me better. You don't have any good reasons for me not to, so why shouldn't I do it right here, for you to watch? Why shouldn't I hurt you like you hurt me every single time you cut yourself?" He was shouting by the end and his hands flailed violently.
"It's different!"
"No, it's not different! There is no difference! I love you, Zexion, why the hell are you making me watch you do this to yourself? What the fuck did I do wrong? I thought we were happy! I thought you were happy!" He stood, his hands in his hair, and his eyes were filled with tears that wouldn't spill." I fucking can't do anything right for you! I fucking fail at everything, because I'm all wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong for you! I wish things were different. I wish I could help you, but you don't want me. You've never wanted me!" He was pacing while he spoke, and his hair was in a state of disarray from his yanking and pulling. It shot me through the heart to watch him, not even taking into account the horrible lies he was saying. My anger evaporated and instead, I was filled with a deep pity and guilt. It was my fault he felt like that because I always pushed him away when he was getting too close. I had treated him poorly and I had not been the person I should have been for him. I never knew he felt like that because I never bothered to ask him what he was thinking or feeling when it came to me. I assumed he offered everything to me since he declared his feelings to fluently on a regular basis. He punched the wall and curled his body towards the white surface, I wanted to hold him and tell him that everything would be okay. He was crying, his breathing was erratic and labored and yet he made no other sounds.
"Demyx, you're wrong." I timidly whispered into the near-silence. I was afraid of his reaction but I neared his shaking frame and went to lay a hand on his shoulder but he turned sharply. His eyes were red rimmed but his face was dry and full of frustration and sadness.
"How the fuck am I wrong? It's been months, Zexion, months and you're not happy. If I can't make you happy then I'm wrong. I'm all fucking wrong and you should go find someone better!" He yelled again before forcing his lips together in a thin line to stop the way his voice was cracking.
"I don't want anyone else, really, I was happy, I am happy. It was a mistake, Dem, and it hasn't happened in months. I let one thing affect me too much, you're wonderful and I love you, I really do. You're not wrong for me. Please don't feel like that. You've done so much for me." All through my small speech his lips quivered and his nose twitched a little, he fidgeted and blinked rapidly. "You can cry, God knows I do it all the time." I prodded gently with an unsure and nervous smile. Finally I got up the courage and reached out a hand to rest it on his upper arm. He still would not cry though. He wept silently with only two or three tears yet he would not allow others to slip from between his lids. He refused the breakdown that was looming over his gently quivering frame.
"I don't know, Zexy." He said softly, before he moved forward and leaned against me with his chin on my head and his arms wrapped steadily around me. I was relieved to hear the nickname and found myself hugging him joyously for the small victory.
"I'm sorry I've done this, I'll work on everything. It'll all be okay again. Do you believe me?" My voice was measured, just enough concern, yet plenty of logic to it as well. He needed to believe me. He nodded against me and I sighed in relief. "Thank you, I'll prove it to you, I'll prove that I'm getting better and that I'm happy." He nodded some more and held on tighter.
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Axel was watching us quizzically because Demyx had his head rested upon my shoulder and my arm was propped against his chest and the table so I could twist my hand a little and run my fingers through the short strands of his mullet. It was not uncommon to see Demyx and I close like that, but it was very rare that it happened so openly in public. The pyro was a good enough friend to know something had happened. Demyx was not himself and I was not acting totally in character either. I kept turning my head every so often to smell my love's hair and kiss the top of his head, I'd sometimes just close my eyes and lean the side of my head against his and my hair would fall over his nose. He would blow it away and we would both smile mildly.
I had finished my breakfast and was waiting for Demyx to find the initiative to eat his as well. I prodded his side gently and kissed his ear when he lifted his head a small bit. His eyes were so blue I felt like they were what Poseidon would have for an eye color.
"Finish breakfast, okay?" I asked softly and his demure nod was all I got in response before he softly and slowly kissed my lips. He was so warm and he smelt like rain in the forest. Axel snorted a little and laughed at the way I was watching Demyx, as if I had never seen the boy before. I ignored the ginger though and just brushed Demyx's blonde hair from his face. "Eat."
When we got back to our rooms, Axel insisted on staying. Demyx sat down in bed and looked vaguely at the guitar on the floor, until that is, I poked his chest and he pulled me onto his lap. He smiled and nuzzled his face into my neck so I could no longer see him.
"What happened, you guys are acting weird?" Axel commented before he reclined on my freshly made bed.
"Nothing much," Demyx replied from within my hair.
"I'm not dumb, got it memorized?" The other snapped ad I had to sigh in response to that.
"I relapsed, not badly, but I did three days ago. Demyx found out last night."
"Found out?"
"Yes, Axel, 'found out'. I had forgotten they were there and..." The pyro nodded, signifying that he understood that Demyx had seen and not been told. More importantly that he had seen by accident. I turned my face away and leaned further against the boy under me.
"I had hoped you would have trusted us enough by now to ask for help." The elder's voice was filled with incense and distrust. I sighed inwardly and turned my gaze back to Axel while Demyx hugged me tighter and stroked one of my arms.
"You and Demyx were busy and I did it without thinking, I didn't consider anything except the quick fix that I wanted. I didn't think past the moment and you shouldn't be mad at me. I said my apologies, I'm starting again and you know I've done well. I messed up, but it won't happen again." I shot back at him and Demyx kissed the nape of my neck.
"I'm proud," the redhead said suddenly and the look on my face must have warranted no explanation, also Demyx moved so I imagined he looked just as bewildered. "You defended yourself, it means you're really committed. You always defended what you truly believed. You're an open book." He smiled and stretched like a feline, before he curled down into my pillows and yawned. "I need a nap."
"You just woke up an hour or two ago." I complained with a creeping smirk. I felt better now that I had reaffirmed my place between Axel and Demyx.
"Exactly, I should be asleep again." He mumbled into the feathery comfort.
"If you droll on my pillow I'm going to set Demyx on caffeine after you." I stated mildly but had to resist a smile as I tried to make the threat seem plausible. Axel faked a shiver and rolled over.
"You'll have to deal with him too and knowing him, you won't walk away without a thousand kisses and ten thousand strangling hugs." He yawned again and stretched once more before our conversation died and I relaxed against Demyx.
We left the room with our keys and let Axel sleep because he really deserved the time to himself to relax. It seemed like he had been having problems recently due to everyone around him being in a couple with the ones they adored except for him and Roxas. The blonde was very resistant to the pyro's advances but he seemed to be just as interested as the redhead was. I didn't understand what the problem was.
My guitarist sat me down once I expressed the concern and he told me exactly why they were not together. Roxas had been Sora's clone, but he bore his own heart which was taken but left him with the hollowed out personality and cold disposition he had always had as a person. Once someone made it into his heart he was full of warmth but that took a very long while. Axel had made it there, he had strived and courted the blonde for years before Demyx and I had ever met but progress had always been slow. Once they reached the peak of their relationship where Roxas began to truly open up to Axel, the clone left the pyro. He misinterpreted a scene between Axel and Demyx, assuming Axel had been cheating on him and therefore he was abandoned. The redhead was given no chance to explain and Roxas lost all trust for him. The blonde and he had always fought but nothing like they did after they broke up. Several physical confrontations were subsequent to the initial verbal lashing out and Roxas ended up in the hospital with a few broken ribs and many burns. It furthered their distances. Axel did not walk away clean of injuries but his were not as extensive. He was stronger than Roxas and the blonde boy was frail to say the least. Axel had not meant to hurt him, but what did that matter when you boiled it all down?
"So Roxas is holding a grudge from our past life?" I asked with a perplexed and slightly pissed off look. I didn't understand how that could be possible. It made no real sense to me…
"Yeah, pretty much. I know it's dumb but Roxas has always been kind of a chick." He laughed and tapped a few more buttons on the controllers. No one was in the recreational rooms because it was before ten in the morning so Demyx and I were free to play a video game or two in private. He was kicking my ass in the battle simulator. My attention was split but I doubted that was the only reason, I simply would not admit he was better at it though. His ego would soar.
"Do you think he would listen to me?" I asked softly and looked sideways at my boyfriend who was focused intently on the television. He landed a few extra attacks on my character while I was distracted and the game control shook in my hands. I jumped a little and pushed myself to pay attention to the game once more but I had already died.
"Maybe, Roxas always listened to you when it came to Axel, you never listened to him when it came to me." My guitarist stuck his tongue out and ruffled my hair before kissing my nose. "You suck at video games."
"I was barely paying attention!" I complained and made a pouting face which received a kiss.
"Sure, sure." He laughed and pulled me away from the couch and into his lap. The next round started and I struggled to beat the elder at the game, but the character I was playing could barely get a punch in edgewise. I obviously failed at hand to hand combat games.
A trail of though played in my mind and I wondered about what Demyx meant. Did I really never listen to Roxas about Demyx in our past life? That seemed odd to me because Roxas had apparently been a very good friend of mine. I knew why I liked him, he enjoyed logic and was interesting enough, why wouldn't I believe someone who was so logical? Despite the fact that Roxas seemed irrationally moody when it came to Axel.
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"Zexion, why do you hate Demyx so much?" Roxas asked out of nowhere one day while sifting through battle technique books in the library with me.
"He's annoying."
"Why does he annoy you?"
"He acts like he has all of these emotions, he's trying to be something he is not, he's just holding me back and he's rude." I said mildly and refused to remove my focus from the book.
"So you hate Demyx for those things?" The blonde inquired while he stood.
"Yes, Roxas, don't be stupid."
"You're sure you hate him?" He pressured again, which made me look up at him and sigh.
"Yes, Roxas, really, use your brain." I growled and he just shook his head at me.
"Hate is an emotion Zexion." I snorted in distaste and left him alone.
/ / /
The memory was sharp and vivid like they always had been but it also lost me the next round. Demyx laughed over my shoulder and kissed my earlobe gently.
"I'm whopping your ass, Zexy-boo." He cooed and nuzzled his nose into the skin just behind my ear on the side of my head where my hair was pulled back further. I thought of how wonderful and cozy he made me feel. It was like he was a ball of sunshine meant to warm my skin and heat up my innards to the point that my whole body started to tingle and react to his touch. While I thought about my body responding to his touch, I became very aware of his arms around my waist and the controller on my lap that meant his hands were there too. His fingertips were so close to touching the skin on my thighs it was almost like he was teasing me. I knew it was simply my own mind getting carried away with the situation though…
/ / /
"How the hell do you do that?" I growled at him and dug my fingers into the bare skin of his hips bones. It was rare that I took control and was dominant, but it did happen on occasion.
"Do what, Zex?" He fake moaned and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth before arching his back and fidgeting in a feminine way. He was on the carpet and his hair looked like golden hay pieces drifting from his scalp, but my attention was on the way his hands drifted over his own golden torso. His hair was getting longer than normal and he needed a hair cut, but I didn't mind because he was always gorgeous, it just gave me something to hold onto... I watched the way he released his lip finally after gently grinding it between his teeth and bucking his hips into mine again. He looked innocent and unsure of himself but I knew he was only acting, we had fooled around plenty of times for me to tell when he was just being a tease and when he was going to deliver. His lip was swollen and moist with his warm saliva still while his eyes glittered with a challenge and he couldn't resist giving me a devilish smirk when he saw my resolve evaporating. I wanted him so badly… I stole a kiss so suddenly he could not move to avert the affection and he did not deny me once I captured his ridiculous pouting lips. The kiss was violent and needy just as the emotions were that tore through my body as he rocked our hips together and nudged against my needy appendage.
"Zex, need I remind you that we have guests coming?" He smirked when I pulled back and attached my mouth to his neck where I proceeded to string kisses onto his shoulder with an occasional bite or suck upon the skin.
"This is your fucking fault for walking out of your room stark fucking naked and teasing me." I growled once more and wrapped my hand around his firm arousal as punctuation. A gasp emitted from his lungs and I felt satisfied at the small quiver his lips gave. "Go get dressed, like you said, we have guests," I almost purred while gently stroking his length and letting the tip rub against my wrist. He was dripping pre-cum onto my skin and I only responded by getting off of him and licking my palm and fingers while he watched.
"We can call and ask them to show up like an hour or two later!" He called after me while I walked away. The blonde had scampered into a standing position with his manhood hanging erect for all to see. I didn't mind and blatantly looked him up and down.
"No, I think I'm just going to shower… and, think of you." I chuckled and left him alone to mull over the implication and how he should not tease his boyfriend. I would always win that fight.
/ / /
Demyx was watching me from the side when I snapped back to reality and noticed that I had lost completely once again. I was not surprised about that though.
"Welcome back!" The blonde chirped and laughed happily in return to my stare.
"Sorry about that," I mumbled in return and looked over the features of his face. I was focused more and more on his body against mine, the fresh scent of the air after a thunderstorm at sea and the full color of his lips. My face was scarlet red when I replayed parts of the memory again in my head…
"Don't be sorry, how is that blatant stare at my lips going for you?" Her asked with a smile and I rushed to meet his gaze once more. "I take it that one was nice?" He pressured gently and nudged his face towards mine so that I could taste his breath on my lips.
"Um.. Yeah," I began slowly but found his mouth brushed up against mine before I could finish the thought. It was a timid and soft kiss just like all of our other actions had been since we both calmed down after the small fight. He hesitated and let me push forward to deepen the kiss. His mouth was warmer than his hands and I could barely taste him as we shared many open mouth, tongue-less kisses. My senses were filled with so many different things and I loved it. The feel of the scratchy couch as it rubbed on my elbow when I moved, the heat Demyx's body threw off, his scent, the feel of his antenna-like strands of hair on my cheeks, the sounds our lips made, the erratic patterns of my heart and the unromantic sounds from the game all moved in together to make a scene straight out of a cliché movie. I had never had anyone come close to making me feel like Demyx did and I had never been so afraid to lose someone like I was for Demyx.
"I love you." I blurted out suddenly in the midst of one especially long kiss. Demyx looked started for only a second before he smiled and kissed my nose.
"I love you too, silly. I was enjoying kissing you though, you know." He stuck his tongue out and laughed. I felt jittery and attacked his laughing mouth with my own smiling one. He was startled once more but quickly melted into the kissing, before I ceased the opportunity to slip my tongue across the surface of his own. Demyx responded immediately and with his response he brushed one of his hands through my hair and held onto me like that with the other hand was on my waist. I had made out with Sunny, Damian and Seth before, but they had never caused such a light feeling inside of me to spring forth and take me over in a set of emotions that just made me want to roll over with giggles while at the same time urged me to run my hands over every part of the sweet guitarist's body.
We kept up like that for a while before we could hear movement outside of the room and pulled away reluctantly to assure that no one would walk in on us. I could not breathe properly though and my thoughts were scattered, the only few things I could really focus on with some success was Demyx and the way my body was heavy with lust but feather-light with happiness. We played one more round of the video game but both decided it was pointless when Demyx won more easily than before because I did not even try. When we walked from the room his cheeks were still flushed pink and his lips were a little bit swollen. They were cherry red and damp still.
"You're staring again." He chided and pulled me towards our room where Axel was still asleep on my bed. When we flicked the lights on the other moaned and rolled around for a few moments before he shot straight up and looked at us.
"I completely forgot!" He yelled so randomly that I jumped a mile.
"Forgot what?" My guitarist asked with more energy than I had.
"I told Riku I'd help him set up a party for Roxas and Sora! Tomorrow is their birthday!" He said while tripping over himself to get out of the bed and straighten his clothing out. "I have to find Roxas to distract him, do I look alright?" He asked with genuine concern. I nodded and Demyx gave him two thumbs up, but Axel looked saddened. "Do I look good enough to impress him?" He inquired in a much lower tone that betrayed just how afraid of the rejection he was.
"Axel, you look damn sexy, now go get that boy!" Demyx laughed loudly and made a grand gesture to the door. Axel perked up instantly and jumped to the door.
"Thanks Dem-Dem!" He waved enthusiastically and was gone. I felt like I had just witnessed something with far too much fervor to be outside of a movie. After a few moments of steady contemplation we decided to go and help out with the party planning because we would of course be invited. We couldn't just let our friends plan a party without us! So we set off to find Riku or Axel and tag along once they had managed to secure Roxas and Sora were busy doing other things. We walked first towards the courtyard where Roxas and Axel were arguing close to the entrance. I looked at Demyx and held up a finger to signify him to be quiet.
"No, Axel, I think you're wrong! Something is happening and we don't have time to play silly games. You've wasted enough of my time as it is. Didn't you notice the weird way Demyx kept looking at everything and reacting to things? They did something to him after he went to that lab! Have you seen the way Riku has been breaking things left and right? Did you realize you have a lab on Monday, two days from now, Sora and I have one Wednesday and Zexion has one on Friday? Something is happening to us you idiot!" Roxas was hissing at the pyro and even though we could not see anything, we could guess from his tone and the swish of clothing that he was making grand gestures and looking very flustered.
"Roxas, that's a very convincing argument but I don't understand what it has to do with anything right now." Axel said mildly before sighing. "I just need you to stay out of your room for a little while."
"Why? Are you going to start smelling my boxers or something like a creep?" The blonde sniped at Axel and received a dejected sigh in return.
"No, you'll see, it's nice, just give me a chance, please, Roxy." He mumbled without passion in his voice.
"Fine, don't expect me to talk to you again. Here's the key, give me yours." The short boy paused and there was some shuffling before he spoke again. "Thank you, good bye." Roxas growled before he stormed out of the room and caught sight of us. "What are you two looking at?" He screamed at the top of his lungs with his cheeks a vibrant red color and his hands flung into the air.
"We were just looking for Axel, is-is he in there?" Demyx asked stupidly and pointed towards the door, and I almost sighed in relief because Demyx playing stupid meant we could say we had just come along and heard the last bit. Roxas seemed to calm down a little bit and he smoothed his fingers through his hair which only fluffed back into the crazy angles it was in.
"Yeah, I'm here." Axel mumbled while he wandered through the door with a deject look on his face. I wanted to slap Roxas in the face and tell him to wise up but I knew that's what everyone probably wanted to do with me when I was being an asshole to Demyx. The pyro stood by us and Roxas muttered a goodbye to us all and left before Demyx and I looked at each other and then Axel.
"I guess we should find Riku." He declared with exuberance I was sure was faked. Demyx and I didn't say anything about it though and only followed him to Roxas and Sora's room where Riku was already waiting with two large black trash bags perched in the center of the neat room. The bags were overflowing with streamers, tinsel and other assorted flamboyant decorating materials. I still didn't like Riku and I got the feeling that he didn't exactly like me, but we were civil and we sure as hell didn't hate each other. We simply were not good friends, despite that I was really looking forward to spending the rest of the day decorating with him, Demyx and Axel.
"Ready?" He smiled at all of us and betrayed how excited he was while leading us inside and locking the door. Demyx giggled in anticipation and I smiled at my lover while Axel seemed to actually perk up at the idea.
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A/N: HI HI HI GUYS! Alright so this took me a really long time to write because of my sleep schedule getting ALL messed up again and me not being used to it ect ect ect and it was a long time in the making because of personal problems and just the fact that the beginning was not something I was looking forward to writing but knew I really wanted to write it. This has been the longest chapter in a while and you should get used to it. I have the rest of the series planned out already. I also have a very very very long chapter that is on it's way. It's 29 pages so far (not double spaced) and it is barely even half done. So watch out for that one! I'm going to go rest now and do laundry and clean because I wouldn't let myself (my room isn't that dirty but I'm starting to be a neat freak) until I finished this. HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY FRANKIERORULES! I have to google who Frank Iero really is… on your face book wall someone wished you a Happy Birthday saying hahaha. I apologize to the people I have not yet replied to their messages from! I will! I'm just… not allowed to answer many emails until I write more chapters for my other things… . I LOVE YOU ALL! PLEASE REVIEW AND STUFF!