Chapter Three
Dark Dimension
Hollow Bastion
Words were trapped within his suddenly painfully tight throat and all reasoning fled from his mind as Demyx drank in the sight of Zexion that stood before him. The Cloaked Schemer was leaning against the marble wall, his body jutting out provocatively.
His one visible eye had a lustful glaze swirling within the silver iris and a sultry look was on his beautiful face. Aside from the expression on Zexion's face, which was giving Demyx a nosebleed, the outfit finished the Melodious Nocturne.
Zexion wasn't wearing anything to cover his beautiful torso. Instead golden hoops were circling his upper arms and rings decorated his fingers. There were silver hoops in his ears and the number VI tattooed near his right hip bone.
He was wearing a sea blue material that covered his legs although there was a slit up the right, revealing his long creamy leg. There was a golden chain placed around his belly and it hung low around his hips. His feet were bare but Demyx noticed golden and sapphire anklets on his ankles.
Demyx had only ever seen Zexion in the Organization cloak but this vision was a dream come true for the water user. Just because he didn't have a heart it didn't mean his libido was dormant.
More than often enough Demyx had erotic fantasies revolving around the stoic Number VI. There was something about Zexion that just pulled Demyx towards him. It could be called a force of gravity but Demyx had always felt that pull towards Zexion. He never acted on it though.
He swallowed thickly as the stunning beauty before him pushed away from the wall and made his way towards Demyx. The blond didn't know what to do at that moment.
He was beyond ecstatic to see Zexion alive and well in this world but there was also the problem of having him dressed up like some sort of sex slave. Demyx could've fainted right then and there when he noticed a collar around Zexion's pale throat. It was gold and looked like some sort of dog collar.
"I'm glad you're safe my Lord but your new attire is…unexpected." Zexion said silkily. His one visible eye narrowed slightly when he took in Demyx's appearance. "And your hair has changed my Lord."
"Oh…ah…" Demyx didn't know how to respond. All brain function had ceased for him.
"But I do like it master." Zexion ran a hand down Demyx's chest. "I was so worried about you when you vanished like that."
"Z-Zexy?" Demyx stammered thickly. This sultry sex god couldn't be Zexion, the Ice King.
"Yes my Lord?" that one silver eye glittered beautifully.
"I-I need your help." Demyx squeaked.
"What's wrong?" Zexion glanced into Demyx's eyes then he backed away.
"Something's happened Zexion." Demyx cried and he backed away from the window. "I think I fell through a mirror and now I'm in this crazy world!"
"Lord Demyx…" Zexion wasn't sure how to respond to this manner his Lord was now displaying.
"Please believe me Zexion! You were always the smartest one in Organization XIII!" Demyx pleaded.
"But master, there is no Organization XIII. I have never been part of such a thing." Zexion murmured. He had to retrieve the medical official quickly. The master was evidently sick.
"But you were Number VI! You have it tattooed on your hip!" Demyx was getting desperate. "I met Axel! That was not the Axel I know! He looked like someone was hurting him!"
"But master, that is my slave number." Zexion stated. "And as for Axel he received his punishment yesterday at your order."
"S-Slave?" Demyx choked. Surely he had misheard that last one. "P-Punishment?"
"You need to rest master. I'll fetch the doctor." Zexion was about to leave but Demyx reached out and grabbed his thin wrist.
"Please Zexion." Demyx cried, on the verge of tears. "Tell me who you are in this world!"
"You're my master, I'm your slave. I have been for favourite three years."
The Melodious Nocturne felt all the air leave his burning lungs. Zexion was a slave…his slave? Everything was wrong. Zexion should be a self assured scientist; he was the Cloaked Schemer, one of the Original Six.
Demyx felt a terrible headache consume his senses as he slumped against the wall. He couldn't take anymore of this. First there was the statue then the people bowing to him then Sora. But to see Zexion like this…a slave for him, it was too much…Demyx passed out.
Zexion had seen many strange things during his life. His home world had been conquered by Lord Demyx three years ago and he became a slave for the brutal Emperor as a result.
His world, Twilight Town, was now part of the Empire that stretched across the Known Worlds. The feast tonight would mark the beginning of that true Empire and the royalty from each of the worlds were due to arrive soon for the banquet.
When Demyx passed out Zexion placed him on the bed then he quickly left his slumbering master. Something terrible had happened to the Emperor when he vanished into that light.
His outfit, his hair, his attitude, everything was so different. Zexion had known something was wrong the second Demyx saw him wearing his favoured outfit. Any other time Demyx would've thrown Zexion onto the bed, tied him up and fucked him raw.
Zexion was the prized slave, the favourite and the one who got treated better than all the others. Demyx was known to take a slave from each world he conquered and the world that didn't bow to his rule he destroyed.
The lavender haired man shuddered as he thought about the destruction of the Land of Dragons. That world had become nothing but a wasteland after Demyx unleashed the Heartless on it.
"Sora!" Zexion felt relief when he saw the assassin enter the castle.
"Is Lord Demyx back?" Sora demanded harshly.
"Yes, but something is terribly wrong with him." Zexion said but Sora held up a hand.
"I know Zexion. Either magic has been cast or...he is telling the truth." Sora said lowly.
"About coming from another world through a mirror?" Zexion snorted.
"It doesn't matter now." Sora waved his hand. "The banquet begins in a few hours and the people will expect to see the Emperor."
"If the master remains the way he is that will be impossible." Zexion replied. Sora scowled at the beautiful slave.
"Then help him Zexion. You're his favourite fuck toy. You should be able to make him presentable until I sort this mess out." Sora growled.
"Has anyone else been in contact with the master?" Sora asked the slave.
"Yes. He told me he spoke to Axel." Zexion crossed his arms.
"He'll be in the market now." Sora rubbed his head. "I'll talk to him once he gets back. Return to the master's quarters and prepare him."
"Very well." Zexion turned and left the Main Hall. He knew better than to cancel the banquet.
Zexion made his way back to the Throne Room to prepare for the quest's arrival. If the affliction refused to dissipate then Zexion would have to make sure his master made it through the feast. The lavender haired slave scowled as he thought about the look in Demyx's eyes. There was innocence...an innocence in those aqua depths. If the Rebellion somehow managed to cast a spell then it was a damn good one.
Axel walked quickly through the Hollow Bastion marketplace, making sure his body didn't hit anyone else. It was an inbuilt instinct to avoid all contact from other people.
Thanks to his master Axel was unable to withstand the touch of another, be it male or female. The red head winced when someone brushed his arm but he no longer ran off at the merest touch. He was finished making the errand run across the market for the feast tonight. Thinking about the feast forced Axel to think about his master.
Demyx had conquered Port Royal and taken Axel as a slave. The number VIII was branded onto his right shoulder to let people know he belonged to the Emperor. The last time someone had touched Demyx's property he had personally cut the man's hands off.
Zexion was the pampered slave, the one who rarely got beaten or starved for days on end. Axel used to be as hot and as deadly as the fire he once used but Demyx had driven that passion right out of him. He was little more than a machine now, just going through the motions and being an obedient slave.
The Emperor had been afflicted with something, that much as blatantly obvious and it would affect the outcome of the Imperial Joining. The master had worked too long for his Empire to fall now but this spell or sickness was going to prevent that.
Axel made sure he had enough Potions and Antidotes before turning around and heading back towards the castle. All slaves and castle guards were able to access the lift to the castle at any given time. The red head made his way back towards the castle, completely unaware of the blue eyed blond watching him with burning eyes.
Cloud Strife could honestly say that he was worried about Leon. The brunet had left a while ago to clear out the Restoration Site of any other Heartless and Dusks.
Yuffie, Aerith, Merlin, Cid and Sora were back at the house in the Bailey but Leon hadn't come back. Cloud knew without a doubt the tall brunet could handle himself in a fight so where the hell was he? Cloud informed the others he was going to see if he could find Leon in the Restoration Site.
The spiky haired blond dashed through the Bailey and up the metallic pathway that would take him to the Restoration Site and Ansem's Study.
Leon was probably at the computer in Ansem's Study but it was still unusual for the brunet not to check in with the others. Cloud made his way into the corridors that would take him to Ansem's Study. The swordsman stopped when he made it to the door to the study. His eyes were drawn to red droplets on the floor.
"Blood…" he murmured quietly then he quickly shoved the door open. "What the hell?" he saw a corridor that wasn't there before and the blood continued on towards another door.
"Leon!" Cloud ran towards the new door then he shoved it open. He stopped in his tracks to take in the scene before him.
He was in some sort of treasure room but Cloud didn't see the heaps of gold or the strange looking mirror leaning against the wall. All he could see and comprehend in that one moment was Leon lying on his stomach in a pool of blood. There was a large pool of the crimson fluid near the mirror and a trial of it led to where Leon was now.
"Leon!" Cloud dropped to the brunet's side and turned him over. He felt the colour leave his face when he saw the wound in Leon's belly.
"S-Strife?" Leon choked up blood.
"Who did this?" Cloud demanded as he used a Potion. He began to panic when the Potion didn't work. He didn't have any Cure magic and he knew Leon didn't have anything.
"M-Mirror…" Leon muttered as his eyes began to flutter.
"Don't fall asleep on me Leonhart!" Cloud growled. The brunet was shivering in Cloud's grasp. "Keep awake Leon. I'm gonna get you back to Merlin."
"H-He came t-through the mirror…" Leon cried out in pain when Cloud tore off a piece of his black shirt to cover the wound.
"Keep talking to me Leonhart." Cloud lifted the man into his arms.
"Took…Lionheart…" Leon groaned as Cloud ran out through the corridors. Leon began coughing up more blood. "The…mirror…"
"Just stay with me Leonhart." Cloud dashed through the Bailey. Merlin's House had never seemed so far away before.
"Hurts…" Leon moaned as his eyes fluttered shut.
"Dammit Leon!" Cloud cried as he finally reached Merlin's House. "Who did this to you?"
"Organization…the mirror…he came through…the mirror…he must've…" Leon cried out in pain.
"Hold on you bastard." Cloud said through gritted teeth.
Finally the blond shoved open the door with his foot and rushed in, ignoring the cries of the others around him. He placed the wounded brunet on the bed and screamed at Aerith and Merlin to start using Cura spells.
Yuffie was yelling at Cloud to tell her what happened to Leon while Sora stood in shock. Cid was nowhere in sight but Cloud didn't care about that now. Donald and Goofy were with the King now and Cloud grabbed some bandages to stop the flow of blood from the stab wound.
"What the hell happened to him?" Yuffie cried.
"I found him in Ansem's Study. He was in a treasure room." Cloud answered as he applied pressure to the wound.
"What treasure room?" Aerith gasped as he tried casting a Curaga but it didn't work.
"Come on Leon." Cloud growled. "Don't you dare leave us now."
"It's not working!" Sora cried as he too tried to use a Cura spell. Blood stained Leon's lips and his chin but he managed to open his stormy eyes.
"Cloud?" he whispered so softly but the blond heard him all the same.
"I'm right here Leon. We're gonna get you patched up soon ok." The blond swordsman affirmed.
"Listen…please." Leon gasped weakly. "The mirror…that guy from the Organization…vanished then this other one…emerged from the mirror."
"Someone from the Organization did this to you?" Sora hissed. Whoever it was he was going to make them pay dearly for this.
"He fell…into the mirror…this other guy came out." Leon arched his body as pain flared through him.
"Don't talk anymore Leon." Cloud ordered as Merlin and Aerith tried some more Curaga spells. Sora used an Elixir but nothing worked on the brunet.
"Why isn't it working?" Yuffie yelled at Merlin.
"He may have been injured too long." Merlin quickly went through his books to try and find something to help Leon.
"Sorry…" Leon whispered as his eyes fluttered closed. Cloud was still clutching Leon's hand, his head and heart unwilling to accept this even as Leon stopped breathing.
Note-Please don't kill me! In the next chapter you shall see more of Dark Demyx as I like to call him. Please stay tuned and I shall end your suspense soon enough. Also I hope you guys liked Zexion's outfit…or lack thereof.