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"That's fucked up," Demyx whispered. Axel nodded in agreement.
"All the members of the Organization had to do it when they first got in. Some say they liked it…" Axel trailed off.
"A one night stand with Xemnas?" Demyx asked. His hands were getting greasy with sweat.
"Yep. But after the first time with him, its an honor to be called back a second time. I personally don't care if I spend the night with him or not, but some members really do. Especially Saix." Axel rolled his eyes.
"Saix?"
"Yeah, the one with long blue hair and the scars on his face. You'll see him soon enough. Everyone calls him Xemnas's little pet behind his back because he's basically a sex slave to Xemnas. He's in there at least three times a week," the redhead muttered.
Demyx's eyes widened. He was afraid now. Very afraid. He had no idea how to 'do it' with a guy, nor did he want to. Especially with creepy Xemnas. He was still not accepting the fact that he no longer had a heart!
"Does it… hurt…?" Demyx asked in a low whisper after a few seconds. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed.
"A bit the first time. You'll be okay," Axel said reassuringly.
"Was your first time with a guy…with Xemnas?" asked Demyx.
Axel nodded, his eyes focusing on the ground. "It was awkward, but I decided to take the bull by the horns and face him head on. I demolished him. He was so worn out after." Axel let out a light laugh. Demyx twitched. The thought was absolutely repulsive.
"Ew…Why would you do that?"
"Get aggressive?" Axel's eyes reconnected with Demyx's. The blonde gulped.
"Yeah."
"Because I hoped to scare Xemnas away. And I did for the most part. He's only called me back when he's drunk."
Demyx laughed nervously. Axel punched Demyx playfully in the arm. "It'll be over soon enough. Then you'll be a true member."
Just then, a blonde girl arrived at the door. She had antennae like bangs and a sort of dark sarcastic aura about her.
Axel sniffed the air. "Ew… Do I smell female?" Axel teased. The blonde stuck her tounge out at him. Demyx was surprised to see a girl in the castle; he had thought it was an all male organization.
"Hello Demyx, I'm Larxene. I've come to fetch you for the superior," she said in a bored, rehearsed voice. Demyx got up hesitantly and looked over at his new tattooed friend.
"You'll be alright, got it memorized?" Axel said encouragingly.
Demyx nodded slowly and proceeded to follow Larxene out the door.
It was a long walk up to Xemnas's room, in Demyx's opinion. How the hell did he get into this mess? Demyx thought back to the events that happened before he had been attacked by a heartless, but it was all becoming blurry. All he remembered was the dark alley, possibly after a gig with the band? A black creature with eerie yellow eyes, then complete darkness. Then Xemnas.
"Would you stop dragging your feet and hurry up?" Larxene barked. Demyx looked up to see Larxene far ahead of him, almost at the end of the corridor they were traveling through. Demyx hurried over and caught up to Larxene, who scoffed and continued to lead the way. 'Maybe I should try my luck in striking up conversation? I want to get on everyone's good side so maybe they realize this is all a big misunderstanding…' Thought Demyx to himself.
"So ugh… How long have you been working here?" Demyx asked the aquamarine eyed girl. Larxene turned around and glared at him.
"Why the hell should I tell you?" She turned back around. Demyx felt his shoulders sink into his body, causing him to slump over.
Demyx could see what most likely was Xemnas's room now. Two large doors sat at the top of a tall dramatic looking staircase. It was totally silent except for the light pit pat of Larxene's feet ascending up the stairs, and the slight clonking of Demyx's. When they reached the top, Larxene finally looked the dirty blonde boy in the eye.
"Now listen. Don't let this go to your head. You may get to feel all special tonight, but tomorrow, you'll just be another one in Xemnas's book." Larxene's eyes looked venomous. "You're a nobody, and remember it," she said coldly, and walked off in the opposite direction. Demyx blinked.
"What's her problem?" he muttered to himself. He turned to the big doors. Maybe if he begged, Xemnas would let him go home. Or at least skip out on this 'initiation' sex thing. Demyx ran through the options and possibilities in his brain, but decided that he should just get it over with. He hesitantly brought his hand up, turned it into a fist, and knocked crisply on the door. There was silence for a moment. 'Maybe he's not in…'
"Come in, Demyx," Xemnas' voice called.
Demyx shivered, took one big breath, and proceeded in.
Demyx somehow found his way back to his room, and made his way into bed. He had just spent the night in Xemnas's room, and now he did not plan on ever leaving his own room ever again. The dirty blonde crawled under his covers and began to sob hysterically once he was all situated. Before coming to the castle and being a "nobody", Demyx never cried. He probably hadn't cried in four years! But now he was scared, lonely, and in tremendous pain.
The dirty blonde's neck was covered in scratches from Xemnas's fingernails and hickey's that were a dark purple color. His genitals were in excruciating pain, and it felt like his tubes might be disconnected. His anus burned intensely. Demyx had never felt so invaded in his entire life, and he felt like his innocence was robbed from him. He cried for several hours, and eventually drifted off to sleep. After being engulfed by sleep, he began to dream.
"Please sir, I just want to go home. Is there any way I can just leave? You are all very nice, but this isn't for me," Demyx had begged. The room was large and empty for the most part, except for the g sized extravagant bed that was in the middle of the room. The walls were an orange color, similar to Xemnas's eyes.
"I'm sorry but there is no turning back, Demyx. Now I'm sure you've been informed about the way we do initiation around here. So hopefully you'll like this," Xemnas had said with a sick smile. Demyx had his back pressed to the door. He was afraid to move.
"Are you going to come willingly?" asked the white haired dictator. Or should we say, Dick-tator. Demyx remained frozen. Within a split second he was knocked across the room onto the bed and Xemnas was on top of him. 'Damn he's fast.' thought Demyx. Xemnas began taking off Demyx's garments when the boy awoke from the dream, breathless.
Demyx sat up straight in his bed. The dream was just a replay of exactly what had happened. Demyx pulled his knees to his chest and began to weep again in his dark room. Was there really no way out? His body hurt all over and he felt helpless.
He was weak.
He was tired.
And he had no idea what Organization XIII really was.
Demyx stayed in his room for three days, undisturbed. He tried to sleep, but most of the time he just lay in his bed in a sort of trance. He could feel the memories of his past life slipping away rapidly, and filling the space was just the burning image of Xemnas's terrifying eyes. He realized his memories were slipping, and often he tried to remind himself of his past life.
"What's my mother's name?" He whispered to himself. He stared at the ceiling, and its whiteness burned his eyes. The only names he could remember were those of his organization co-workers that he had met so far.
Axel.
Larxene.
Luxord.
Xigbar.
And Xemnas.
He knew that there were still more to meet, but Demyx was scared to come into contact with them. If they were anything like Larxene, Luxord, Xigbar, And Xemnas, Demyx would die. The only one he thought was decent was Axel.
Demyx bit his lip out of frustration. Why couldn't he remember? He could distantly remember faces of his loved ones, but it was all so vague. Demyx began to shake.
"What the hell is this place?!" he screamed into his pillow. He paused then laughed with a bit of hysteria in his voice.
"Maybe it is hell. I died, and this is hell," he muttered.
After the three days past, Demyx finally heard a knock on his door. Demyx didn't answer it.
"Demyx? It's me, Axel. Can I come in? If you say no, I'm gonna come in anyway," Axel's voice called from outside the door.
Demyx didn't say anything.
Axel opened the door and stepped in.
"Yo."
Demyx ignored the redhead, not because he didn't like him, but because he was afraid to talk to anyone. He had been scarred by Xemnas's invasion on his body, and now he was afraid that the other members wouldn't hold back either. The red head cocked his head to the side.
"Hey, I haven't seen you in a few days. I've been given orders to make sure you get to the meeting today," Axel said.
Orders. The Demyx had been actually semi-hopeful that Axel would've been checking on him just because he cared. Demyx shifted his gaze to the tattoo man. He felt the bags under his eyes.
"What's with the face?" Axel asked.
"Get out," the dirty blonde said coldly. Axel's expression turned sad.
"Why?" he asked hesitantly.
"Either get out or get me out of this place," Demyx said in a venomous voice. Axel blinked.
He shrugged his shoulders, turned on his heels, and left.