Disclaim: I don't own KHII. Trust me.

A/N: His original idea was just to be a shot little story, but it evolved to where Axel and Demyx had to be in sync together. I love them both way too much to just have two too short stories, yanno?

Enjoi,
-Ethe

.:Dance, Dance:.

Monday, Nov. 13, 2006. 7:34 PM.

This was always the hard part. Actually waiting for someone to walk by and actually glance at the merchandise.

I sighed, sitting up against the brick wall, still feeling a little dizzy. Axel told me we weren't going to buy the flowers to make the smack this time; there were no shortcuts. He said it took too long and that it was just too much work. So I had to magically get enough money to get a bag. I've been sitting here for hours, just waiting to get the stolen DVD player off my hands.

A guy did eventually buy it off me for thirty six bucks...not a very bad deal, actually. I went home after I got rid of it, and when I walked in the door, Axel was sleeping on the couch just where I had left him. I sat down next to him and up the money again. I'm sure he heard me shuffling, because he sat up and rubbed at his eyes. "How much?" "Thirty-six." "For just a fricken DVD player? Really?" "Really, really." I said, looking up at him and handing him the money. He slid his fingers through it and sighed happily, looking back up at me and smiling, "Should we go get the goods now?" "Sooner the better." I answered, standing up and heading for the door and I heard Axel get up and follow me accordingly.

Monday, Nov. 13, 2006. 9:39 PM.

"You sure he's here?"

"We're a little early. Just wait."

Axel answered, sitting against the wall and and sliding down to sit. I sat next to him and sighed. It took two hours to even FIND the goddamn alley, and now he wasn't even here. I hugged my knees to my chest, and just kept looking at the floor. More people, probably looking for the same dealer, came and lounged around until the guy finally decided to show up. I looked him over before Axel and I stood to meet him before the others did. He had brown, shoulder length hair and and long black trench coat that kinda of looked bulked over...

Axel and I were up in line first, but Axel just did all the talking. "Black tar?" "Five by five bag for fifteen bucks." "Ok, we'll take it." He said, taking out today's earnings and taking out the necessary amount. I looked around and notice a tall blond man in line behind us. He just ignored me though.

Axel tugged at my arm and I followed him back to our apartment. We sat down in the kitchen with the small table and two chairs and he brought out the small bag. He made everything up and I just kind of...spaced out. "Go get the needles, would ya?" He asked. I got up and went to the closet, reaching up to the top shelf and grabbed the shoe box, walking back to the kitchen and brought them out to be sterilized.

After the sticky brown paste was put aside for a minute he ran both needles over the lit candle he was using to reheat it. He handed me mine and kept his. He was going first. He always went first. Axel filled up the needle and rolled up the sleeve of his old white sweatshirt. The other punctures were causing him to get scars, but I'm sure he didn't care. He found and old rubber band and doubled it over on his arm to find a vein. He did it quick; he was never really one to like needles anyway. He put it down and waited. "Go ahead."

I grabbed mine and filled it, and rolled up my sleeve. To be honest, I never really liked needles either, but I was able to get over the fear back in high school when we started doing this. I always injected it just underneath the skin, but Axel would always find a vein; he always said it was faster to do it that way. I set down the needle and looked up at Axel. After a moment he grabbed the needle again, filled it, and shot it up his arm again. For a five by five bag, it sure had a lot of smack in it...

I started going blank again. I rested my head on a propped up arm and tried to focus, hearing Axel take a third shot. That was usually his limit. Three, and that was it. I could hardly get passed one, let alone three... But then he took a fourth shot, and I noticed his eyes turning a little glassy. "A-Axel...?" "I'll be fine. Just...once..." He sighed, and put the needle down. He was going to kill himself, I knew it...

He was a bit twitchy for a while before he suddenly shot up and raced toward the bathroom. I heard him retch a few times and shivered. He's done that before...it was only once and then he'd be fine... He flushed the toilet and collapsed on the floor, and I could hear his raspy breathing from where I sat. I rolled my eyes and got up and went for the bathroom, looking down at his suddenly ecstatic form. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he just lay there, twitching wildly until all movement stopped. I watched with wide eyes as his eyes closed and his entire body went limp. "Axel!" I yelped out, sitting next to him and picking him up into my lap. I wrapped my arms around his waist with his head on my shoulder, trying not to cry. Tears flooded down my cheeks and I held tighter to his body.

I sniffled, trying to see passed the haze over my eyes, slowly rocking back and forth with my best friend still in my arms. "Axel..."

-End-

A/N: Cookies for those who can name the band who wrote the chapter title's song! This one's EASY, I know it.

Btw, I am NOT a druggie, so I have almost no clue if the heroin information is accurate or not. I'm sure most of it is anyway, because I googled it.