Author Notes: I know I said this one would be longer, but it isn't get over it. The whole thing will end up the length of a reasonable one-shot, but this wouldn't work like that. Sorry. Hope you guys likey.

Dedication: This is for BrokenAnzaran she wanted another chapter, and here it is. I was (and still am) snowed under with homework, I'd just finish four pages of labour intensive maths and all I wanted to do was flomp. But there was a sparkly review waiting for me, just begging for another chapter, and here you have it. Man, that fangirl has some kick-ass puppy-dog eyes.

Summary: Zexion is trying to fade away, he is no longer human. But Demyx tries to save him. Could things get any worse? (Not technically a suicide story btw) crud summary, just read it please

Pairings: Zemyx (no duh) and a very obscure AkuRoku reference. There may be more later.


Suggested Listening : A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton

Welcome to the black Parade - My Chemical Romance

Harder To Breathe - Maroon 5

Disclaimer: This is where I put in the amazing disclaimer that I thought up whilst doing the dishes. Well, I would but I've forgotten it. I've had, er, other things on my mind. -gives Bu a significant glance-.

Me no owney.

The boy carries my stunned body through the rain. I feel unbelievably pain-free, but that's the thing, it's unbelievable, I must be hallucinating.

This boy is so amazingly gorgeous, so sweet, that I can not, will not let myself hurt him. I shiver runs through me at the thought of what I could do to him.

He notices.

Gently, he presses his fingers to my forehead, mumbling something about a temperature. A worried look crosses his face and he hurries up. Within minutes he reaches a tall building. He pushes through the door and runs up the stairs, me in his arms the whole time. He stops when he arrives outside another door. He struggles for a minute, trying to unlock the door without putting me down, but he manages it. As I wait, I glance down the corridor, realising that this is the place I ran from this morning.

And then he is laying me down on a bed so soft I feel like I'm floating.

"Can I help you in any way?" he asks softly as I sit up, his voice is strained by worry.

He is becoming attached.

It is now that I manage to break through the selfish barrier that wraps around me. I will not hurt him!

"I'm fine. Who said you could bring me here? I'm leaving!" I spit the words at him, coating them with as much venom as possible. I stand up angrily, shoving past the surprised blond, making for the door.

"I did."

The words make me stop, right then and there.

"And who gave you permission!" It's a verbal attack rather than a question. I carry on towards the door. His hand shoots out, grabbing my arm. He is strong, the fact he carried me here proves it, but I wasn't expecting this. He spins me around to face him.

"You're sick, let me help you." he says softly. I know I should walk away, but his eyes are pleading with me. I am selfish, cruel, despicable.

I stay.

"Sit." he instructs. I return to my former position, perching on the edge of the bed. He disappears through a small door.

I wait.

He returns with a tall steaming mug.

"Drink this."

I am handed the mug. The hot liquid smells sweet, and I sip.

He watches me as I drink. It's a little unnerving.

It's only when I finish my drink and he takes the cup from me carefully that I realise it was drugged. Only the affect it has tells me so. I tasted nothing suspicious. I hold my head in my hands, the swirling dizziness uncomfortable. He reaches over, and gently but firmly, he pushes me down so my head is resting on the soft pillow. He drags a blanket over my skinny frame.

"Sleep now baby," he whispers, his lips brushing against my cheek.

In a way, I no longer envied them. I was no longer alone. But the very fact I had a companion pained me. The tiny bit of humanity within my non-existant heart clawed at me.

Even though this boy was trying to save me, which should have prolonged my suffering, I seemed to be fading away faster now than ever before.

And gracefully so.

One simple mistake. I would never pay for it, he would. The very thought that he may end up suffering tortured me.

Ah well, nothing new there.

Demyx leaned forward and snagged me around the waist, pulling me onto his lap. To start off with, he'd been careful, moving slowly and asking my permission before every affectionate movement. When my refusals had ground to a halt, he stopped asking, still moving slowly and letting me know exactly what was happening, allowing me to move away if needed. Now he was barely hesitant at all. I leaned back into his shoulder. I had studied the way he treated me so I could learn to respond as I should.

How could I hurt such a beautiful creature? Tears dripped down my face when I thought of the way I was betraying him. Demyx was almost used to seeing me like this; It's not that he didn't care any more, just that he was no longer surprised.

With a soft 'shh', he fell backwards onto the bed, pulling me with him so I landed on his chest. He stroked my hair softly, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

"I love you baby." he murmured, it made me cry even more to think that I couldn't love him in return. Care for his well-being, wish for him to be safe, yes. Love him, no.

This didn't seem to faze him, the fact that I didn't love him back. But if he did truly love me, then I suppose he shouldn't have cared.

My sobs increased and I curled up into a ball, he wrapped his arms tightly around me, as if trying to warm my frozen heart.

"Hush baby." he whispered. "Hush."

I snuffled a little and forced my weeping to subside.

"I'm here for you baby, I'll love you forever, no matter what."

Surprisingly enough, this didn't comfort me in the least. But it should have, so I acted. I 'smiled' up at him.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome baby."

"Hey Zexi?"

I looked up from the book I was holding, I wasn't going to remember a word of it. I just used 'reading' as a cover for my moping, I didn't want him to worry.

"Yes?"

"Can I play you some music?" he was holding an instrument case. "It's good for the soul."

Not that I have one. But I nodded anyway.

He pulled out a stringed instrument, strumming a few chords before beginning to play. I listened to the sweet music, and almost smiled. I was more fragile now than ever, the end was near. The strangest emotion coloured my thoughts when I noticed this. Was I, sad, that the end was near? That would be just my luck, to die just as I finally, maybe, started to heal.

"See what I mean?" Demyx said, awe struck. "You're smiling."

I was?

"You look tired though. Sleep time." He went to prepare the bedtime drink that was almost a ritual. I sipped at the liquid when he passed it to me. He managed to snatch the tall mug from my hands just before I dropped it.

"Good night baby," he soothed, pulling me tight into his chest and stroking my arm comfortingly. "I love you."

He might just succeed. Maybe, just maybe, I might heal.

This boy really was magic.

End Notes: Quite obviously (or not, I dunno) un-beta'd. I'm just too impatient. Sorry it's not that long. Quality over quantitiy?

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