You will probably find in this chapter that I support MarluxiaxZexion, kind of Zemyx, and XigbarxDemyx for some reason. Ah well.

Please forgive typos and such...sowwy.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Jade Emotions

Pale hands skimmed over the fragile body frantically, dark spindles whirring around.

Zexion took every precaution possible. It wouldn't do him any good if he messed up. But it didn't help that Axel was hovering over his shoulder.

When the blond had fainted, Axel had sent a pillar of fire into the sky, signaling to Larxene and Demyx that he had found their nobody. With one arm draped around the boy's waist, Axel had used his other hand to open a dark portal behind him. A sad, forlorn smile had crossed his face.

"Welcome to The World That Never Was, kid."

And then he had frowned.

"I wish destiny would've been kinder to you." A pause as he recollected his thoughts.

" Looks like you're stuck with us." Axel gave the boy a silent apology as he backed up slowly into the portal, dragging the weight of the blond's body in with him.

As soon as the portal had disappeared and he was back in their stronghold, he had laid the boy down and summoned for Zexion immediately. The moody, indigo-haired man was Organization XIII's resident medic. Or at least, he was the most intelligent one. It depended on who you asked.

And so here they were. Zexion toiling over the unconscious body as Axel examined the scene as well as Zexion's handy work from time to time. Other members were crowded around the new boy, curiosity seizing them.

Larxene leaned against the wall, not as interested in the scene as her male companions were. Marluxia, number XI was there by Zexion's side. Demyx was near Axel, looking distastefully at Marluxia, as was the norm.

The word had not spread throughout the castle yet, and Zexion preferred this. In truth, he'd rather stay away from most of the Organization members. Most.

"Zexy, will h-"

"DON'T. Call. Me. That." The medic snapped as he glared at Axel. The red-head responded with a glare to match and a scoff, for extra spice.

"Fine. ZEXION," Axel huffed. But he told himself to calm down, for the sake of the new member.

"Will he be alright?" he asked worriedly. There was no response from Zexion for some time, possibly even a few minutes, as he fiddled with his strange instruments and tools.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Zexion nodded, and Axel breathed again. Zexion wiped his hands of sweat with a cloth nearby and sat back.

"Let him rest. Better to be safe then sorry," he stated as he stood up. Marluxia continued looking at the boy.

"Dunno…." The scythe wielder began. "Maybe we'd be doing him a favor if we killed hi-"

"Marluxia!" An outcry came from a riled up blonde near Axel. Demyx had his fists clenched. "Don't talk like that!" he hissed. Marluxia only stared at him for a moment before turning his head back to the body of the unconscious nobody.

"Why not? It's only the truth," Marluxia said, shrugging off the tension between them. Demyx breathed deeply for a moment, trying to calm himself as Axel put a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Hey. Cool it." The red-head whispered. "Getting in a fight with Marluxia isn't going to do you any good, and you know it," he warned sternly. Demyx looked at him with a sort of 'pity-me' look, but evidently, it didn't work.

With a sigh, the blond disappeared from the scene, storming out into the hallways. Zexion stared out after him, tsking under his breath. 'He still won't let go of it, will he?'

"Axel." The only female in the room finally decided to chime in. "You gonna watch the kid? The rest of us have more important things to do."

"What, like playing hooky on all your missions?" Axel teased, as he smirked towards Larxene. A smile played on her lips, but finally she decided against it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Whatever." Axel chuckled at Larxene's denial. "Yeah, I'll watch him. I found him, so I guess he's kind of my responsibility." Larxene took no time escaping her duties through a portal in the wall.

Marluxia smiled, seemingly uncharacteristic after his little bout with Demyx. "Good. Zexy and I had other plans either way." He gave a devilish grin in contrast to his companion's distasteful, scrunched-up features.

"Why does everyone insist on calling me that?" Zexion proclaimed, glaring at the two men. Marluxia only grinned and latched himself onto Zexion's arm. Axel could've sworn he saw a smile on Zexion's face for a brief, flittering moment.

"Well, what if I called you Marly? That sounds like a disease." Zexion shot back.

"I like it! Go ahead!"

Zexion paused. "Damn it. I can't win. You and your stupid optimism." Finally, he lifted his face towards Axel and waved. "See ya later."

The pair disappeared within moments, and finally Axel was left alone in the room with the young boy. His chest rose and fell over and over, a peaceful expression on his face. It was an opposite to the face contorted into pain when he had first collided with Axel.

The fire-wielder shed his Organization coat and threw it aside, leaving him with a black, sleeveless shirt, and the uniform pants and boots. He slumped into the chair where Zexion had been when medicating the boy and couldn't help staring at the locks of blond hair that cascaded over the nobody's face.

"Wonder who's nobody you were…" Axel narrated to himself, as he picked at one of his fiery spikes.

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"WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS?!"

Demyx shot another water attack into the vast unknown from atop a balcony. He pounded his fist into the railing, only to pull it back instantly, shaking it in an attempt to rid himself of the pain.

"Agh! Fuck! I hate you, you stupid balcony!!" he shouted at the metallic beam. He finally collapsed on his knees and settled for sitting in his heap of self pity.

"Damn that Marluxia. Damn him to the deepest pits of whatever hell we go to after we die," Demyx mumbled under his breath, as if he was afraid someone would hear him.

He wanted to confide in Axel, but he knew his friend felt he had a responsibility to the new nobody, so he hadn't questioned it. But oh how he had wanted to rip Marluxia's face off….

"What does he have that I don't?!" he asked the nothingness angrily, though in a hushed voice. "Why did Zexion pick him over me?!"

Demyx continued cursing the pink-haired member mindlessly until a beam of light narrowly missed his clenched fingers. He let out a yelp as he jumped aside and looked up along the walls of the castle. Spotting another balcony much higher up, he couldn't make out who had just shot at him.

"Hey you douche! You almost shot my fi-" but at that moment he realized that the only member who had that kind of weaponry was…

Oh….shit.

As his thought process scuttled about to find some sort of acceptable apologize, the hooded member jumped down from the other balcony, gracefully landing before standing up straight. Despite his lanky figure, he had a good two inches on Demyx. Long, streaked black hair was revealed as he let down his hood.

"Wanna repeat that, Number nine?"

"X-Xigbar…" Demyx stumbled back against the railing. "S-Sorry…I didn't…I wasn't thinking…I didn't realize it was you…I wouldn't have said that if I had known-"

A deep laugh cut him off. The blond stared wildly at Xigbar for a few moments, unsure of what to make of Number two's response.

"Man, you probably would've called me a douche either way, the way you were mopin' around a few seconds ago."

Demyx pouted. "I was not moping. I was wallowing in a pile of self pity. There's a difference," he said, smiling slightly. He and Xigbar had gotten a little closer lately, and he normally went to II when Axel wasn't available.

The Melodious Nocturne was still a little uneasy around the shooter though. Being friends with the second-in-command of the Organization had its good sides…but a plethora of worries came with it too.

Another laugh shook Demyx from his thoughts. "Like hell there's a difference! Seriously though, Dem! What's got you so down?"

At this, the blond turned around so his back was facing Xigbar. Sighing, he decided to let it out. "Zexion, what else?"

Xigbar didn't bother hiding it as he rolled his eyes. "Damn. You really need to let go of that freak. I don't think even Xemnas likes the guy. And I'm tired of hearin' you screechin' outside my room's window," Xigbar scolded as he pulled on Demyx's ear, who responded by batting away his hand and turning to face him.

"You know what? I say we get drunk. That's exactly what you need." Xigbar said contently, nodding at his genius.

"D-drunk…?" Demyx asked, unsure of the whole situation.

"Yes, little miss angel." Demyx glared at him when he said this. "Drunk."

"Won't Xemnas-"

"Man, who cares?" When Xigbar saw the uneasy face that Demyx wore, he stared in disbelief. "Don't tell me you're an alcohol virgin."

"A WHAT?!"

"Have you ever drunk your worries away? As in…make a complete idiot and/or fool out of yourself to make yourself feel better?"

"Um…how does making an idiot out of yourself make you feel-" Xigbar cut him off again, grabbing his arm and dragging him back into the castle.

"Alright, that's it. I've heard enough. You. Me. Secret stash of many, many types of alcoholic beverages. Right now."

Demyx obliged to the order and let himself be led throughout the pale blue halls. Secretly, he couldn't wait to just forget about everything.

Maybe getting drunk would be fun?

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We all know getting drunk in fanfics is fun! XD

Oh, I may change the rating of this to M cause of language and cause I decided I wanted to write lemony-limey goodness later on.

Please review! I would love to have critiques on my writing so that I can improve!

Thanks for reading!

-StellaAura