Whoop. I hope you like this chapter. I thought up the beginning walking home from school and was like 'OKAY! Lets get to writing nonsense!'

And thus here I am.

I don't own them.

Now go and read.

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"I don't know."

"Axel, you promised."

"It's late."

"Well duh."

"I look rediculas."

"Axel, you look fine. Just relax okay?"

"I look rediculas!"

"No you don't!"

"Yes, I do!"

"Argh! Fine, you look absolutely horrid! Does /that/ make you feel better you stubborn…you!"

"Not really."

"AXEL!"

"Heh."

"You know what?" There was a splashing noise down the white hall, if you were walking down it. And a rush of water was soon ejected out of the glass door, letting he smell of Chlorine touch your senses.

"/Now/ you look wet AND rediculas!"

"Demyx!"

"Yes?"

"I should light you up. So help me…"

"No, I wont. Not with my own death. Come on, Axel." Demyx pleaded. Man this guy was stubborn. They were both tugging at each other's last nerve, and they'd been in one room for /maybe/ twenty minutes.

Axel was now completely soaked. All he wore were his boxers and a pair of low riding now very dark blue and wet, jeans. Hi shirt and shoes at been tossed onto a chair. Demyx had changed into a pair of white shin-length cargo pants and a blue tee. Shocker.

Axel, frustrated, scrapped his soaked ponytail back over his shoulder, a few chunks of soaked tendrils fanning out over said join. "I'm soaked."

"Axel, this isn't going to work if you're not going to let me help. Besides, look. You're drenches, and not freaking out! We've gotten step one down!" Demyx smiled, throwing his arms into the air. Axel glared, balling his hands into fists.

"You don't know. How much. I hate you right now."

"Hu…" Demyx huffed, leaning on one hip and crossing his hands over his chest. "Well, grouchy, at least we got you soaked without a mental collapse. Does that raise my 'Demyx Toleration' meter any?"

"No."

They glared for about a minute before Axel grew bored, crossing his arms and looking out over the pool. "This is a nice facility. How'd you talk Xemnas into it?"

"Hm?" Demyx looked up, raising a brow. "What?"

"How'd you talk the Superior into building this?" Axel repeated, seeing Demyx had been bouncing a small hacky sack on his foot.

"Me? As if. He just built it. It was here when I got recruited."

"How did that work?"

"Well, I guess he wanted a way to vent—"

"No, the recruitment part."

"Axel."

"Heh," Axel smirked, glancing behind him before sitting on a pool chair, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his hands hang. "Just asking."

"You and he have the same temper," Demyx mumbled, tossing off his shirt and sandals before wadding in, kneeling at the three foot mark and resting his head on his arms which he'd crossed on the bank. He watched Axel comb over the room with his eyes. "And apparently the same hearing handicap. Hey, Axel, your foots on fire."

Nothing. Well he could have expected that.

"Hey Axel, the sprinklers are set to go off any second—"

"AH!"

He was up and out the door, shutting it and looking at Demyx through the glass. He glared, watching as Demyx cracked up.

"THAT was priceless."

"Again. I hate you."

"Sorry. Anyway, can we get started now? It's been maybe thirty minutes of us fighting." Demyx bounced easily out of the water, dry, as if he'd never been in in the first place.

"Why not," Axel mumbled through gritted teeth. He crossed his arms, standing about fifteen feet from Demyx. They squared off, like they were about to fight, though their stances were of crosses arms and lazy posture.

"Ready?"

"Just do it already."

"Snappy. Fine." Demyx waved a hand, and Axel closed his eyes, feeling his jeans cling to his legs. Inside his heart, had there been one, was beating a million miles a minute. "You okay?"

"Yeah, fine," Axel waved a hand, his voice a tad higher than he'd planned. Demyx smiled softly.

"Alright." He nodded, and the water inches up Axel's legs. He could feel the other man shivering, and stopped just above his knees. Then the water was gone, and Axel was dry.

He didn't move, more hugging himself than crossing his arms. As Demyx got closer, he could tell the other man was shivering violently. "Well. That went well."

"Yeah. Yup, sure did." Axel squeaked, coughing lightly.

"…Come on, I'll walk you back to your room." He got a hand waved at him and a back turned. Axel stumbled a few times, trying not to shake.

"No, no I'll be fine."

"Puddle."

"AHAH!" Axel leaped nearly three feet in the air, tripping as he landed and crashing into a box of cleaning utensils.

"…Come on." Demyx held out a hand, helping the shaken redhead up, and easing him out the door. "…We've got a long way to go."

"It's just three floors…"

"Not exactly what I meant."