Author's Note;

Well. Yes. I hope you've enjoyed my work so far. I suppose you'd like to see more between these two. Don't worry; I'm hoping to add some next chapter. Mwahahah. So, don't fret. Your tastes will be touched soon. XD Anyway, enjoy.

--W—

"Axel please—"

"No. Shut up."

"Can we just talk thi—"

"No. Shut. Up."

"Come on. We've got to sort this out somehow."

"Okay fine. I'll talk."

"Really?"

"No. Shut up!"

Demyx frowned, watching the redhead attempt to slip out of his way as easily as he did on land, but simply went into a twirl and hit a rock.

"Ow! Damnit!"

"Axel…" Sighing, Demyx paddled over, grabbing the other's hand. He had the upper hand here anyway.

For one, he could nearly feel the water vibrating with Axel's shivering horror, and two, Axel couldn't use his fire. Doesn't mean Demyx would grab Axel's hand hard, but enough to get him looked at. "Axel. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. Do you not understand me? Or would you like me to spell it out for you?" He Didn't mean it as a pun, or an insult, but apparently it was taken as so as the wrist was ripped from his grip.

"Leave me alone. Lets get the trident, and get out of this anti-gravity hell-hole. Now which wa—heartless."

"What?"

"You—gah."

Axel went around Demyx, facing a rather clumsy looking octopus…thing coming towards them. Instantly his chakarams were in his hand. "What the hell's that?"

"A…heartless?"

"Ya don't say?" Demyx got a glare and he called his sitar hesitantly, swimming over.

"Axel—"

"Stop saying my name. Find a new vocabulary." Axel rolled his eyes and threw the weapon as normal. It went about two feet before falling slowly towards the sand below.

"…Things don't travel well in water…'

"…Thanks for the warning."

"Well I tr—"

"Just kill it. I'll meet you at the gate."

With that, the pyro swam after his weapon, grabbed it, and turned dismissing Demyx to take care of the task. "Get it fast; I hate this place. It's driving me nuts." And, as if on cue, his hand got caught in some seaweed and he yelped, flailing to get it out and sped away. Well. That was amusing.

Turning back, Demyx speared the little thing with the end of his sitar before following the emotionally troubled redhead yet again.

--W—

"…H'okay, any idea how we get in?" Demyx muse aloud to himself, swimming up then back down and around a pillar.

"The front door? Or the completely open, not guarded hall right in front of us?"

Axel sounded annoyed. Deciding not to say anything, Demyx turned and started down the marble entrance to the castle set in the middle of Atlantica, Axel following at least five feet away.

The silence was awkward. Axel was trying not to freak out every time a fish swam by and said hello, or just plain bumped into him. It was both amusing and rather sad. Demyx found the silence appropriate due to the lack of 'warm fuzzies' the pyro had. Again, no pun intended.

"How long does this hallway go?" Wow. He sounded pathetically hopeless.

"You want to go back? You sound like you're scared stiff."

"You know what? …"

"…No…what?"

"Just swim."

More silence.

--W—

"Where are we going?"

"…Somewhere…I think we're lost."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're not serious. I want out of this hell hole!"

"Well, I'm so sorry. I'm only one person!"

"You're like…water itself! Can't you just ask a fish? They all seem to talk!"

"…Ahah."

"No serious. They're freakin' me out, man."

"Like totally dude."
"I think you're mocking me."

Demyx rolled his eyes, turning around and swimming under the agitated redhead. "Just come on. We—Zexion?"

And yes it was. But, for some odd reason, he stayed cloaked and didn't seem wet. At all. Another thing; he held the trident.

"The Superior got bored. You can go now. Really. You're both completely incompitant when it comes to the simplest of missions."

"Well okay then," Demyx mumbled, turning around. "Come on, Axel."

Zexion vanished through an open portal, and Demyx created his own, nearly tackled by Axel who, in his haste, shoved Demyx through with him. Thus, both fell through in awkward positions, landing just outside the castle gate, covered in soaked cloaks and tangled in each other's limbs. Axel promptly tossed Demyx off him, getting up and shivering quickly.

"Damn I'm never going back there." He only gave a slight glance back at his mission partner who struggled to stand, and he was through his own portal back in his room; straight into a hot shower and sitting under the heater for an hour.

Demyx pulled himself up onto one elbow, coughing lightly and rubbing his arm, looking up just as Axel vanished. "Yeah thanks for the help…"

Okay then. He didn't scream at me again. That's a plus. Maybe he's just scared…again.

Pausing, he winced, letting the first scene of Axel's episode flow back into his mind.

No…no more!

"No more…Mm."

--W—

"Well that was completely boring. Your idea didn't go like you said it would. You fail at life."

"I don't have one."

"You get my point." Xemnas frowned, tossing his legs over the side of his chair and lifting his drink, looking through it at the ceiling. "Nothing happened."

"Yet."

"Yet?" Saix looked up from his place on the couch, raising a brow. "You knew nothing would happen?"

"Well, Axel didn't completely freak on me when I was he was incompitant. Demyx got agitated. All Axel did was stand…or, well, tread, there, and looked dazed." Zexon shrugged dully, taking a sip of his own drink. "Then tackled Demyx out of the portal."

"I'm not surprised about that," Xemnas snapped, looking away from the liquid to glare at Zexion. "Nothing happened."

"But he looked back at Demyx before leaving. With his phobia, he should have gotten away from the area and dried off without a second thought; he did have a hesitation."

"Interesting point, but I still don't see—"

"I know. That's my job. Don't worry. I've got it planned out."

--W—

A light knock followed Demyx's hand hitting Axel's door. Receiving silence, and tried the handle; open.

"Well how incredibly responsible."

Inviting himself in he heard water stop, and the hum of a heater. Shocker.

Okay, he's taking a shower. I can wait.

Waiting. What do to amuse one's self? In Axel's room, anything could be a fire hazard. Taking the chance, Demyx found his way to sit on the edge of Axel's bed. He was hesitant, but Axel didn't exactly have all that much in his room. No one did unless they just brought something from somewhere, and most of the time they went missing.

Musing thoughts of chores he had to do and to tweak to his sitar which, to him, sounded rather out of tune, he laid down and crossed his arms. For being in such a boring place, he sure found he had a lot of things to do. Oh yeah, dinner. What was h suppose to make again? Where had he left that recipe Xemnas gave him…that could be a problem.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking."

"Uhuh…why?"

"I have nothing else to do."

"And you're thinking in my room why?"

"Because I'm waiting for you to get out of the sh—oh." Demyx looked up, looking at a rather confused and slightly agitated wet redhead. Whoa, shirtless. "Hi."

"Yeah hi, get out please."

"You said please?"

"I could just light you on fire. Get out."

Demyx sat up, frowning. "I just wanted to talk." Axel rolled his eyes and clipped a belt loosely around the waist of a pair of old jeans.
"About?"

"What do you think?"

"We don't have anything to talk about." Axel simply crossed his arms. "We know what happened, past tense, it happened. Why do you keep bringing it up? Are you just having fun making me remember it?"

"What do you mean by that?" Ouch. Hard blow.

"What do I me—Hello!" He waved towards the wall. "HELL-oh. I'm straight; I don't do that."

"I—"

"No. Okay? Just no." Demyx noted the distressed look as Axel turned away, running his hands through his hair. "Just get out, okay? Just go."

"I just want you to HEAR me for once! No one else seems to!"

"Because you're fucking nuts!"

"I'm not nuts!" That hurt, a lot. Demyx was on his feet and walked around to stare up at Axel who stared at the floor, hands still tangled in his hair. "I'm not nuts, okay? I'm sorry I'm a little different." Demyx rested his hands on his chest, scowling. "I'm sorry. I really am. I'm just me. That's what I was given as a personality and a mind set and a preference!"

"So I'm your preference?" Axel sneered, taking a step towards the smaller man. "I'm just some object you like?"

"I didn't say that," Demyx hissed a little more uncertain than he'd planned. "I didn't say that at all!"

"Yeah, ya' did."
"I meant sexual preference, okay? Do you even understand what I'm saying to you? Am I speaking in a foreign language? Do you just not pay attention?"

"I pay attention more than people give me credit for!" Axel now had Demyx backed up against the wall like a Lion on a lamb. "I'm a little smarter than everyone seem to think I am, Got it memorized? I'm not some retard that kills things for pleasure! I'm asked to do it!"

"I never said anything about tha—"

"It doesn't matter!" Axel slammed his hands on the wall on either side of Demyx head. "Why don't you just leave me the hell alone?"

"Because I like you!"

"Doesn't mean you have to follow me around!"

"Damnit Axel!" Demyx glared, kissing Axel a little violently, tangling his hands in his hair. His glare continued as he pulled away. "God damnit Axel it's not my fault!"

"Let go of my hair! That's conneted to my he—Mgh!" Neither seemed to care if they couldn't speak into each other's mouths. They were angry, they were glaring, they hated each other so much and yet so drawn to the other. Demyx managed to turn the tables, turning by pulling an ankle out from Axel and slamming him into the wall, closing his eyes. The kiss broke only a moment before Axel rested a hand behind Demyx's head and pressed their lips together again, his other hand on Demyx's hip.

"I hate you."

"I hate you too."