Axel's head hurt. That was the first thing he knew when he woke up. A few moments later, he realized his mouth was intensely dry. When he cracked an eye open, he quickly shut it again - even the light of Kingdom Hearts seemed unbearably bright. And for some reason, he was lying on the floor, covered in his own vomit.
He didn't remember what he'd been doing the night before, but it didn't take him too long to figure out.
Fuck it all...I must have been wasted beyond all reason.
Instead of trying to remove the now-disgusting robe he'd been wearing last night, he simply burned it off. It was easier that way. He staggered upright, with difficulty, and knocked on the bathroom door - Kingdom Hearts, that was loud. "I'll be out in a second," Demyx said - he might as well have yelled.
"Not so loud," Axel muttered, clutching his pounding head. Fuck. He needed aspirin and needed it now. And a shower - damn, he reeked. Like sweat and stale cigarettes and whiskey-scented spew. As soon as he heard Demyx's bathroom door open and shut, he staggered blindly into the shower and turned the cold water on full, not even bothering to remove the rest of his clothing. His clothes smelled as bad as he did, anyway. They needed washing.
Once he felt a little more alive and a little less hungover, and his eyes had adjusted a little to the maddeningly bright light, he emerged from the shower, not bothering to dry himself off with a towel, and started tearing the bathroom apart, looking for aspirin. But fuck it all to hell, he couldn't find any. He tried to open Demyx's door, but the deadbolt stopped him. "Dems, you got any aspirin?" he asked anyway.
"Um, no, I don't think so..." Demyx's voice was oddly subdued, which Axel was grateful for. "I have some Tylenol, if you want it..."
"Sure, what the hell." Axel tried to wedge his hand through the crack of the door, to get the bottle, but the door wouldn't open far enough. "Fuck...open the door." Long, long silence. "What the fuck? What's the holdup?"
Demyx's voice was barely audible. "You need to move your hand first."
"Is that all? Why the fuck didn't you say somethin' earlier?" Axel removed his hand, and the door shut, then opened again, unrestrained by the deadbolt. A hooded figure on the other side handed him a bottle of Tylenol at arm's length. "Thanks..." He stared. "Dems, why the fuck do you have your hood up?"
"I just...felt like it," Demyx said softly.
Axel wasn't impressed. "Fuck, with that thing on, I dunno if I'm talking to you or who..." He grabbed Demyx's hood and yanked it back. "...Damn...what the fuck happened to you?"
Demyx quickly flinched away, one hand moving to cover his black eye. "Nothing..."
"Nothin' my ass...spill. Who hit you?"
Demyx looked down at his feet. "Nobody," he whispered.
Axel blinked in confusion. "Nobody as in no one, or Nobody as in someone who doesn't have a heart?" Demyx's face turned red, and he looked like he wanted to cry. "Someone who doesn't have a heart?"
Demyx took a few steps back, refusing to look at Axel. "Ax, leave me alone."
"No. Who hit you?" Axel was starting to get a really awful feeling in the pit of his stomach, and not just nausea. His father had never been a very kind or loving man, but he only turned physically violent when he was drunk...
I'm not like him. I'm nothing like that bastard. But Axel was no longer so sure. "Wasn't me, was it?" he asked dully.
Demyx nodded reluctantly. "I didn't want to say anything..." he whispered in a choked voice. "You were too drunk to know what you were doing..."
The world spun a little. "Yeah. I...guess I was...sorry..." The awful feeling in the pit of his stomach suddenly grew overwhelming. "...I'm gonna be sick." Axel quickly retreated into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him, abandoning the Tylenol.
AN: Bad Axel. Bad. :( You hurted Demy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, got it memorized?
