A/N: So no reviews yet, but I'm getting quite a few hits, so I'm just going to... keep posting. Not really doing this for the reviews, anyways.
I'm probably going to lose a couple people with this, though. One of my favorite things I've written, but it's AkuDemy and AkuRoku... at the same time. And Demyx/Xigbar. So. Yeah. Sorry.
Also, is the first chapter really that bad? I have 80 hits on the first chapter and 20 on the second, so obviously I'm scaring people off here. DON'T LEAVE ME! -Cries-
...Right. All characters and the song lyrics are still not mine, by the way. I'll shut up now.
I almost jumped out of my skin when the strained silence in the room was broken by a cheerful string of music from his cell phone, accompanied by vicious vibrations, just incase I was deaf. I scrambled to pull the phone out of my pocket and looked at the ID. For a second, my breath caught.
Crap. What the hell?
I looked at Roxas, across the room, opening my mouth to say "I have to take this" and changing my mind when I saw that Roxas hadn't even seemed to glance up from his trig homework. Deciding that being defensive about a phone call - albeit a phone call at a little past midnight - would be more suspicious than I cared for, I simply got up and stepped into the hall, closing the door behind me. I flipped the phone open.
"What?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I meant to sound angry, but I didn't think I quite managed it.
"Axel..." Demyx murmured. My breath caught. My first thought was that I loved it when Demyx said my name - something about the musician's voice just made everything sound melodic. My second was that something was very wrong, because Demyx sounded like he was nearly in tears, and he never cried. He wasn't a headstrong asshole like I tended to be, but he was no wuss.
"What the hell, Demyx?" I murmured, mildly irritated at my voice for not managing to convey anything but a mild worry. Roxas was bound to ask who was on the phone, after all, and I'd have to come up with a better answer than 'my ex-boyfriend, who I've come within ten second of having an affair with at least a dozen times.' I couldn't quite manage it, though.
"Ax... I'm sorry, this is probably unexpected, I just... I wanted to hear your voice," Demyx said, his voice a little steadier. "Is... is Roxas there?" Roxas's name was said with just a little bitterness in it.
"Yes, he is. I went out in the hall, actually," I replied. "What's wrong, Dem?"
Demyx took a deep breath. "It's not... it's not really anything. Xigbar was in... one of his moods, and we ended up getting into a fight. I - " he broke off, then continued, "I miss you, you know." I somehow thought that wasn't what he meant to say. I let it go.
"I miss you too," I replied. It was true, I missed him so badly that it occasionally made me wonder what the hell I was doing, but it felt odd to say something so affectionate with my boyfriend - my Roxas - in the next room. It felt like I was cheating, something I had sworn to myself I would never do.
"I just wanted to hear your voice," he continued. "I dreamt about you last night, you know."
My eyes squeezed shut. "I've..." I trailed off. I'd dreamt about him too, both platonically, as the brother-figure he'd been to me for years, and... not so platonically. But I couldn't say that. "What'd you and Xigbar fight about? Does he know you're calling me?"
Demyx gave a sarcastic snort of laughter, a sure sign he was in a lot worse state than he let on. Demyx was almost never sarcastic. "It wasn't important, really. Stupid stuff. He mentioned you-" Demyx broke off abruptly. "And... no. He doesn't know I'm calling you. He's not even here, actually, I'm back at my apartment."
Yes, something was most definitely worse than Demyx was letting on. I'd hardly even been aware Demyx still had his own apartment; from what I'd heard, he practically lived with Xigbar 24/7.
"Listen, Dem... I hate to, but Roxas is going to start wondering who I'm talking to," I said softly.
Demyx sighed, then murmured, "I know." He paused, and I almost hung up. "Listen, Ax," he said. Again with how I loved how he said my name. It nearly sent shivers up my spine, I hadn't heard it in so long. "I have a three-day weekend off work this week... could I come down one of those days? If you're not busy... just... for coffee or something. It's be just like-" He broke off again. I knew the rest of the statement, though. Just like old times. But we both knew the implications behind that statement. "It'll be fun," he corrected lamely.
I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. There'd be hell to pay if Roxas found out, let alone Xigbar. I shuddered at the thought of Xigbar; Dem had never been good at standing up for himself, and his boyfriend was not exactly the adoring, nurturing type. I was still under the opinion that he didn't deserve someone like Demyx, but...
"Yeah," I found my mouth saying of its own accord. "Call me before you come down. At a slightly more godly hour, please," I added dryly.
Demyx laughed. "Please. You aren't going to bed for another three hours at least."
I smiled. "Guilty as charged." There was a pause, not quite so awkward as reluctant. "Goodnight, Dem," I said finally.
"Night, Axel. Thank you," Demyx said softly. The line clicked, and I flipped my phone shut. I stood out in the hallway for a second, not quite sure I could look Roxas in the eye right now. I had to, though; it'd raise too many questions if I just left.
I opened the door again, and this time Roxas was paying attention. Too much of it. "Who was that?" he said, his voice just a shade on the side of accusing.
"No one, an old friend," I said, plopping back down and picking up the novel we were reading in Historic Literature. I managed to pass it off casually, and Roxas looked down again after a minute.
Nothing had happened. Really, nothing was going to happen. I had no intention of cheating on Roxas. I loved the boy, truly I did.
But if things had been different... if Roxas wasn't in the picture... I'd have seized the chance to be with Demyx again. I knew it, and it made me a little sick to my stomach.
I'm a dick.
My girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on...
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name,
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words
It makes me weak
And I never want to say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel...
A/N: ...Hate me yet?
I haven't run out of pointless fluffy stuff yet, and more stories are yet to come. This is basically the only majorly angsty thing I've written.
If you're actually reading this, could you review? I'm not doing this for the reviews, but I'm mildly curious what people other than my friends think of my writing.
