I'm alive 8D
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Demyx jumped back, stumbling over his feet as he did so, before crashing to the ground on his back. He whimpered and slowly stood, looking up at the red head with pain filled eyes.
Axel sighed and went over to him, going behind his subordinate and gently pressing two fingers down his spine. He pressed down on two spots one more times when the other cried out, moving away.
"Dem, let's forget the medicine right now, okay? " Axel poured the medicine out and instructed the other to remove his jacket.
Demyx bit his lip and nodded slightly, slowly removing his jacket with care, followed by the black tank top he wore under it.
Axel sighed and went over to the younger, petting his hair softy after seeing the large bruise forming. "Come on…." He said softly, wrapping an arm around his waist gently. "Zexion will help you…"
Demyx gulped a bit, but nodded slightly, allowing himself to be lead to Zexion's quarters.
Zexion laid on his bed, flipping through his lexicon while his eyes quickly scanned the pages. His head snapped up and he sniffed the air a bit before giving a small scoff. Demyx and Axel.
Why did it just have to be the fiery red head? He thought as he closed the large book, it disappearing in a swirl of darkness.
Before Axel even had enough time to knock on the door, the cloaked schemer opened the door, his silver hair tied up in a small ponytail.
"Yes Axel?" He asked, catching site of Demyx…who has his shirt off. But yet again, before the red head could retort, Zexion had called out to Demyx to come into the room.
Axel was ready to also enter but his face was met sharply with door. He grumbled and called through the door. "He needs to have some cough medicine too!" With that he turned on his heel and walked away towards Roxas' room.
Zexion waited until he was sure the other was gone before giving a soft sigh of relief. Looking over at Demyx, he was met with a sight that would of broken his heart if he had one.
Demyx was curled on the bed, his knees brought up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs with his head down.
It was hard for anyone to see Demyx upset, no matter what it was for. Zexion went over and sat beside him, petting the soft blond hair. "Dem...?" He asked gently, gently grabbing his chin and tilting it up to face him.
Tears were threaten to fall at any second as the blond tried to turn his head away with no anvil. He coughed a bit and Zexion withdrew his hand from the other's chin, reaching to pet his hair softly.
"Come on Dem…lay on your stomach for me, okay?" He asked, patting the bed beside him.
Demyx only nodded slightly, turning and slowly lowering himself down on his stomach, his head lying on a pillow. Just as he started to close his eyes, he cried out in pain, a sob escaping his parted lips.
"It's okay Dem…" Zexion whispered gently, pressing down on the other's back firmly to find out what was wrong. He paused a bit before leaning down and brushing his lips across the bruised back softly. "I'll make it better…"
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yeeea...this will be a ZEMYX I think. XD Now rated M,reasons in the next chapter. please r&r!