Still Hurting
((From the author: the first one went over WAY better than I had planned. I planned to leave it the way it ended but I've gotten several emails pleading for it to be continued. So I decided to do a sequel, hope you think it's as good as the first))
The Melodious Nocturne walked silently down the hall, a weak sigh escaping him. Had he imagined what had happened the night before last?
I image was still fresh in his mind, she had been crying. He was sure of it, even though it was raining he knew tears when he saw them. The next day he had attempted to speak with her when she snapped at him, claiming she had no idea what he was talking about. He was sure he had seen it, or maybe it was just a dream after all.
He breezed silently up the stairs, passing another cloak. He realized the slim figure and stopped and turned around. " Larxene?" he whispered softly.
She looked at him and scowled. " What do you want number nine" she snapped. She called them by number whenever she was in a very bad mood. He looked at her hopelessly, just staring into those eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes of hers that he knew he had seen crying that night. Gazing into them now he could still see that hurt, that pain she felt down inside herself. He knew all too well, he felt it to.
He stared into her eyes for what seemed like hours, almost pleading her to tell him what she felt. The intensity of that anger she used to mask the pain soon dissipated and she replied with the same hopeless stare. Nether of them said a word, just stood and stared. Demyx hated seeing that pain in her eyes, he wanted to take it all away for her.
Suddenly he found himself reaching out to her and he embraced her gently. At first she went rigged and pulled away but soon she settled down and eventually lay her head on his shoulder. She began sobbing mournfully and soon tears soaked the Melodious Nocturne's cloak.
"We can't feel anything Demyx" she whispered harshly into his shoulder. He found himself close to tears as well.
"I know love" he replied softly, running his fingers through her hair. She looked up at him and stared into his eyes again. All traces of anger in hers were now gone, replaced by a terrible, mournful sadness. They all had this pent up inside them, and they all had there outlets to let it out: Axel and his pranks, Vexen and his studies, Zexion's experiments, and Demyx had his sitar. Larxene had nothing though. She simply held it up inside of her and it made her bitter and angry sometimes. Demyx wanted to free her from this self-inflicted pain she didn't deserve.
So he kissed her. He pressed his lips to hers softly and then muttered in her ear "we might not feel happiness, we might not feel joy, but we feel pain, and we feel sadness. We feel something," he said softly, still stroking her head. "We feel something, and that's the beginning of it…"