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Monster

"But straight away you just moved
into position again
You abused me in a way that I've
never known"

Roxas could see Demyx outside the main doors, his grey coat buttoned all the way up and a tissue was pressed to his reddening nose as he shot a wide smile at his younger brother even in his sick state.

Roxas pulled himself away from the group, who waved slightly, gave encouraging smiles, and then headed over towards the Smoothie King that they had been eyeing since they arrived.

Inside Demyx's car is was warm. Scratch that, it was downright burning inside, the heat was on full blast and the light musical sounds of the Disney Classics CDs played from the speakers as Roxas buckled himself into the passenger seat. He placed his hands awkwardly in his lap as he watched the faces of people on the sidewalk pass by as Demyx pulled from the curb and began down the highway.

Demyx hummed a bit of the tune, eyes straight on the road as he tried to keep from coughing and sneezing. "Roxy, now, you know there is absolutely no sexing on his date, right?" He caught Roxas' distraught look out of the corner of his eye. "Just kidding, Roxy!" He let out a slow laugh. "But truthfully. Axel tries anything on you, I will rip him limb from limb."

"Sadistic much?" Roxas chuckled as he turned up the song, the now loud melodies of Under the Sea blared from the speakers of Demyx's blue mustang.

Demyx stopped outside the club, the music from the club barely resonating above that of the Little Mermaid songs. That was when Roxas first caught a glimpse of Axel, his body thin and with a glow of sweat from dancing, his hair dyed at the tips a deep automatic lime, and his grin surfacing out of his thin lips.

Axel's head turned, his eyes catching on the sweet boy sitting in the passenger's seat of the mustang, his heart could barely contain the glee he felt. It was odd, he had never felt this way about anyone before, not even when he had dated back in his beginning years of college when it seemed the relationships would last forever. There was something truly special about it. He looked back to Marluxia who was supported half-heartedly by the indigo haired boy in his limp half-high state. "'ey, Zexi!" The boy looked up from his tottering boyfriend long enough to see Axel wave, and to catch sight of a boy in the driver's seat. He was cute, he had to admit that. If Marluxia could just release him for a second, it would mean the world. "If you don't mind," he added at the last minute, envy colored eyes blazing. "Tell Cloudsy I'm going to have a good time."

With that, Axel let himself leave the club, away from the club and walk in his club clothes to the blue mustang and open the door for the gorgeous blue eyed beauty he had waited for.

Marluxia regained a bit of himself at that moment, standing straight, albeit a bit wobbly, but still standing. His smile was still there, though it was fading into the background of his face as he followed his small boyfriend's gaze towards the blonde driver in the blue mustang, he could almost feel Zexion slipping away from him. That's when his nails dug into the pale indigo headed boy's arm, ripping him away from the doorway and through the swirl of bodies, the anger boiling over.

Leon and Cloud at present were meshed together, practically having sex on the dance floor, arms wrapped and legs barely supporting their bodies. "'Ey…Marly." Cloud had looked up from his dance partner, turning towards the peach haired boy. "Have you seen the Flaming Wonder anywhere?"

Marluxia's smiled did not return. "Yeah." He spoke in a harsh almost demanding tone as his fingernails burrowed deeper in Zexion's forearm. The lilac haired boy winced, eyes screwing shut to get his mind off the pain that was surrounded his arm in a series of tingles.

Demyx watched the cold hearted scene from the driver's seat, pasting tissue after tissue to his nose in hopes of stopping the dripping nose. He couldn't watch that boy is tormented, he looked even younger than he, and to be put through that pet-like posture as Marluxia drug him around as if he was a rag doll was giving him a terrible uneasiness.

"Well, where is he?" Cloud asked, sitting down on one of the barstools, swiveling a bit to the side. "You'd think you would be able to see him with that red porcupine on his head."

Marluxia shot a finger over towards the blue mustang. "He left with some kid that came out of the car." Cloud merely nodded as he shuffled over to another barstool and sat for a short moment, wheeling out five dollars and setting it on the counter. Then his eyes widened. "What?!" He shreiked, rising from his chair, hands clenched and eyes furreled in anger. "AXEL!"

"Which, reminds me." Marluxia glanced at his date that had composed himself and was trying to keep from thinking about the nails in his arm. "Zexi and I have arrangements at the motel down the road. Thanks for inviting us." He slid his hand down to Zexion's wrist, gripping tight and dragging the boy with him.

The air outside the club was cold, almost freezing; the sun was beginning to set in the most beautiful way, the way that brought many tourists to watch it in the gold and ruby colored glory.

Suddenly, a mouth was pressed to the indigo haired boy's ear, the hot breath seeping in and sending shivers down his back. "I saw the way you looked at him, Zexi." Marluxia almost growled as he continued pulling the boy down the street. "But you love me, Goddamnit! Me!!" The screamed echoed, though no one was sober enough to care about it. A hand met the pale cheek of the smaller boy; the rash-like reddening cheek spread through his face, the embarrassment of the entirety of the situation was making him want to die. Marluxia's hand raked across his eyes, pulling with it skin and cornea, the burning sensation that was put out with streams of blood that roamed down his cheek, and all he could do was let out another horrified scream. "Why don't you love me anymore?" Smack. "Why won't you kiss me?" Kick. "Am I not good enough for you?" One last hit, sending the poor abused boy to the ground.

Zexion curled into a ball, holding his hands at the point of impact on his stomach where the peach haired boy was continuing to kick and scream. "Why?" Another kick. "You'd rather be with that drug whore Lulu than me!" A rough hand took hold of the younger boy's collar. "If you don't love me, you can't love him!" He ripped the boy to a new spot on the pavement, holding his chest down with a rather feminine looking boot.

That's when he saw it, the shiny silver of a handgun. He didn't care what kind it was or where Marluxia had got it from. All he cared about was that it was aimed straight at him; the tiny black hole in the middle glaring at him in a grimace, his eyes squeezed shut. "If you won't love me…" Zexion didn't open his eyes, they were tightened into tiny lines, and his heart beat faster and faster.

Demyx was on the edge of his seat, his own heart was beating like a roller coaster, and his hands were slick with sweat as he tried to think of what to do. He jumped from his blue mustang, leaving the door agape as his footsteps rushed across the pavement. "No! Don--" His scream rushed out like running water, tears streaming down his face, his mouth lopsided in an almost broken state. There it was the gunshot, the fall of a body, and a broken puddle of blood that seeped through the aftermath of what used to be a head.

Then there was crying; tears from both Demyx and one other, silent worries slipped away as Zexion opened his eyes. In front of him was what had once been his sun, his god, but was no longer even human. It hadn't been human for a while, the broken brown eyes staring straight, half covered by blood spatter and missing pieces of skin. Peach colored hair that spread behind him like a pillow for the crater that was the result of his head.

Zexion choked back the bile that was threatening to rise in his throat; his eyes were unable to tear away from the sight as much as they wanted to. That was when a new pair of arms were wrapped around his shaking body. "It's okay." This voice was new; it was soothing, and the soft pair of lips that pressed themselves against his neck as they continued to hug onto him. Zexion was on his knees, arms lying limp to the side, his mouth slightly open and his eyes staring blankly ahead, the blood dried beneath his right eye as the clouded pupil tried to find light.

The participants of the club were surrounding them, eyes frozen into stares and hands covering open mouths half way in a motion of fear and sickness. With that group of people surrounding him, Zexion's heart had finally been freed.

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