"So, Roxas, what do you think of Naminé?" Axel asked, not particularly concerned that he was playing a video game he'd never seen on a console he didn't own with someone he didn't recognize in a room he'd never been in.
The blond boy next to him, who couldn't be older than Demyx, shrugged in a particular unconcerned manner that meant he was very much concerned. "She's okay, I guess..."
Axel snorted. "Bull. You guess she's okay. I guess you're not telling me the whole story. Look, you're blushing."
"What are you talking about?" "Roxas" protested ineffectively.
"You have a crush on her. Sudden and severe."
"I do not!"
"Okay, you have a crush on her and you're in denial about it."
Somewhere, a radio came on. "Hello, this is Radio WTNW, and you're listening to 'Demyx in the Morning'...It's now 7:15 on a Wednesday morning, and you might be able to see a beautiful sunrise on a world that actually had a sun...it's a big, big day today...places to go, people to meet, fires to set...and right now is the perfect time to GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED, YOU MORON!"
Axel fell out of bed, "Roxas", "Naminé", and the rest of his dream fading into thin air. "Demyx, I am so going to get you for that...!" The threat came out as a croaking hiss, stripping it of much of its menace, and he started coughing violently almost immediately.
Demyx stopped laughing into the hairbrush he'd been using as a microphone. "Axel, are you okay?"
Axel hauled himself to his feet, trying to ignore how his head was pounding. "Yeah, I'm fine..." he croaked. "Just got some crud stuck in my throat..." It didn't help that it hurt like an absolute bitch to talk. "Jus' need a little hot coffee or something..."
Demyx sniffed the air. "Oh, goodness, what's that I smell? Is it smoke? No, I think it's either hypocrisy or bullshit..."
Axel glared at him. "The fuck're you talkin' about?"
Demyx mimicked Axel's voice flawlessly. "'Never go out on a mission when you don't feel well, got it memorized?' That ring any bells?"
Axel waved a hand. "Shuddup. I'm not sick." Demyx folded his arms and gave him a look that plainly said 'Axel, you idiot'. "There's nothin' wrong with me that coffee won't fix -" He was cut off by another coughing fit.
"Axel..." Demyx grabbed his shoulders with unexpected strength in someone so small and forced him to sit down on the bed. He put one hand to Axel's forehead, then jerked it away hastily. "Holy shit. You're usually pretty warm, but - yow. That was like setting my hand on a burner."
"You're making shit up; I'm not -" Axel was interrupted by an explosive cough. "I'm not sick!"
Demyx touched his face thoughtfully. "Hmm...when did I hear those words last...oh, I think it was back in Washington, D.C., just before you accused me of being not only sick, but delirious."
"Knock it off, asshole...I'm fine..."
"And the last time I said that, I was washing my partly-digested breakfast out of a garbage can, stalling for time by pretending I was still packing."
"Demyx -"
"Axel, give it up. You sound like a frog with laryngitis." Demyx forced him to lie down. "You just rest there, and I will tell Xigbar you're too sick to do anything, and I will bring you some breakfast before I go, if I go, including some hot coffee. And ifsobe coffee is all you need, then you just got a free day off."
Axel sighed. "Fine. I give," he croaked.
Demyx grinned. "Good." He disappeared into the bathroom, and returned with a wet washcloth that he lay on Axel's forehead. "There. Try not to start any fires while you're at it."
AN: Silly, silly Axel.
Also, I'm going to be out of town for the next few days...updates will be questionable.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, got it memorized?
