Author Notes: All aboard for Chapter three of The Pain Of Shadow. Please hand over all weapons, knitting needles, biros, keys, keyblades books and any other items that could be used to harm another human being. Then don this stylish straightjacket, allow me to fasten you to the wall of this padded room with strong concrete walls designed to keep you in, whilst I stay three miles away on the other side of said walls.

Please dun kill me.

Dedication: Hm, I think this one is for Bu (yes again). She had to deal with my incessant going on about how evil I am.

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.

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Disclaimer: I dun own Kingdom Hearts. But I will one day, I will... Bwahahaha

Us fangirls are so gonna rule the world one day.

I wake up one morning, not long after I realised that maybe Demyx might have a chance at saving me. I am in my own room for once, but I can barely move.

I feel so fragile.

The phone rings, they seem so out of place here. I carefully pick up the receiver.

"Hey baby."

"Hey Demyx."

"How are you feeling today?"

"Ok."

But he doesn't believe me, that much is clear in his voice.

"Why don't you come over to my room?"

"I'll be there in five."

I hang up the phone. I scramble up, cautiously poking my head out the door. Checking to see if anyone else is there. Even the glances the rest of them throw my way could crumble me in this state.

I want to be in Demyx's arms.

The thought stuns me. I don't love him, yet. But I in the future I will be able to. I can see that now. I don't actually love him because I love him with my non-existant heart. But, once that heart grows a little, I will be able to love him. I really am healing!

I run to his room, still keeping away from the others, I'm sore and about to crumble. I knock on his door, and it opens. I take in every little detail about him. The soft blonde hair that almost glows, the strong arms around me. He plants a sweet kiss upon my cheek, then looks at me sceptically.

"You don't look that good at all." he says mournfully.

"No." I say, shaking my head. "I'm not that great."

"Sit down," he motions at the couch, with the coffee table in front. I sit.

"Here." he smiles a few minutes later, placing a drink in front of me. "Don't worry, it's not drugged."

I leave it there for a while anyway, It's hot. For a while we talk, about nothing and everything. Demyx listens to my stuttering mumbles calmly.

"You haven't had your drink." he says as I shiver.

I pick the mug up and drink deeply, but not finishing all of it. It's sickeningly sweet, and still over half full when I place it back on the glass table.

"C'mere." my saviour wraps his arms around me. I lean into his embrace.

For a moment, the only movement is the rise and fall of our chests. For once in longer than I can remember, I am content. Content with the thought that I nearly love this beauty.

Then I implode.

The sickening wretched pain that accompanies being near death fills me, eating away at my life like acid. I'm dying, and fast!

I was wrong.

I'm not healing at all! Demyx failed, just like all the others. And he knows it. Tears, drip down his face as he holds my ever fading body. The joyous feeling that came with my 'healing' disappears, I am as I was before, but with the added torture of doing this to Demyx

"You should never have tried to save me!" I hiss at him. I hate myself for what I've done, and my anger latches onto him. He is sobbing now, shaking with the effort of trying to hold himself together. I know the feeling well

I am on the brink now. It's almost over. I take what I think is my last glimpse of Demyx, and close my eyes.

"I never was trying to save you."

My eyes open. Shock keeps me alive long enough to hear his words.

"I care about you too much to do that to you. All I ever wanted to do was ease your inevitable passing."

Well, you've succeeded.

Thank you my darling, for holding onto me, watching me grow weak. Letting me die, so that I could really love you. Thank you so much.

Welcome Sanity,

Welcome Love.

Now that I have left,

And sweet oblivion's taken me in.

For an age, Demyx, sat there, he allowed his sobs to shudder to a halt. His mind would not stop replaying those last seconds. Zexion had been almost happy. When the memories became too much, Demyx stood up, letting Zexion's dead body slide from his lap. The sound it made when it hit the couch, while soft, was sickening.

Like me.

Demyx looked down at Zexion's unfinished drink. There was enough there to kill himself as well. But one murder was enough for one day, he reasoned. Anyway, he didn't need to die. He was stronger than the man he'd loved. This wouldn't break him. He was strong, he would survive.

First things first, he needed to leave all this behind him. Break away from a past that would haunt.

Someone else could clean up the body. He needed to go away for a while. Forget. Make it as though his love had never even existed. Start afresh if you may.

Life goes on. I'll survive. It's no big deal.

Liar.

He means nothing to me any more. Just someone who I met, spent a few months with.

Liar.

I don't love him! I never did! He means nothing to me!

Liar

I don't need love, and I don't need him! It's a good thing he's dead! He was just a weak little dead weight! I'm glad he's gone!

Liar

How could have ever thought I loved him? I don't even hate him! I don't care! I don't! Love means nothing! Nothing I tell you! I can live without it! And I will, gladly!

And so the vicious cycle starts again.

End Notes: -hides-

Please don't hurt me!