Disclaimer: Don't own the Square Enix/Tetsuya or Disney Characters mentioned in this fanfic.
AN: Well...this is starting wind down...Its been a challenge and struggle to get back into working this one out, but if you've managed to struggle through the kind of crappy writing of this one that may seem half hearted, then I thank you from the bottom of my heart....Thank you.
Chapter 12
Stormy weather is said to only stick around for a little while to then pass us by, but, can we truly believe it in the end? One storm had rolled in, causing a near missed causality, but it took causality on its way out, but it was all metaphorical and another storm was starting to brew at the far edge of town. It was brewing in a worried and upset dirty blond haired man as he stood about pacing in an interrogation room as in another room the one he had held close to him was being booked on charges of nonconsensual rape as it was being said. Was that it was being called for a Teacher to love his High School student lover? If anything, Demyx had come onto Zexion back in the time when it had taken place and it had all been consensual, but at the moment, it seemed that Demyx's father's words were winning the argument on both sides as well as a few well placed lies were being thrown between the two men that the other had sold the other out because the other couldn't bring either one of them to keep living the charade anymore. Was that it was? A charade, a simple party game of no words, just motions and actions to get the members of the party to shout out the answer in which would revel into happy, joyous sounds while the losing party would simply become dejected and saddened at being the losers but happy for the winners. Interrogation was a game of charades, or that's what Demyx thought of it all as he sat in a two way mirrored room as people mumbled and muttered about things on the outside of the room while other voices muttered about as Zexion was being pushed about, lights flashed into his face and ink rolled under his fingers as he was fingerprinted and placed into a database.
"Please turn to the left, now to the right, and now finally, to the center," the flash bulb of the camera went off and the plaque with his name as well as the record number for the database were taken from his hands and he was ushered to another room, "Alright, discard of all your belongings and please redress into this jumpsuit."
Zexion had never felt more betrayed in his life…
"Demyx, what is your problem…why are you in such a rush to get into the house…?" Zexion managed to get out as he was rushed up the stairs to their apartment as Demyx seemed to be looking around like a scared rabbit, "Demyx, please…answer me…"
Demyx looked about anxiously till he was sure that there was no one there and he was panicking for no reason whatsoever, "…Sorry about that, Zexy…I'm just…Heh, I've just been having this feeling someone's been watching me most of the week…I'm scared out of my mind and I should've kept you informed."
"…You silly goose," Zexion softly chuckled as he moved in to kiss the worried teen, but the sound of someone at the door stirred their attention, "Heh, whatever it is Axel, you're on your about Rox---"
He was cut off as a badge was flashed in his face and men ran into the room, one or two took after Demyx as the boy attempted to escape out the fire escape in a flurry of screams and curses as the badge wielding man and his companion pinned Zexion to the floor as they attempted to place handcuffs on Zexion. There was no explanations given for the rude and possibly, unlawful intrusion not to mention, search and seizure that was going in the home as what seemed to be the ringleader of the mess decided to swagger into the home, cell phone in hand and placed on speaker phone as to update the other on the other end as to the status of the seizure of Zexion and removal of a kicking, screaming cursing Demyx from the apartment.
"Sorry to have to do this to you both, but, orders are orders, isn't that right, Mr. Watterson?" the self appointed ringleader smirked to himself as he waited for the man on the other end to answer, not minding the horrified stare or widening of Demyx's eyes in utter hatred, "Target has been acquired and the Special Package is safe and sound…"
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Demyx attempted to lunge at the man among the sight of distraction to avoid the man knowing that Zexion was being removed, but it wasn't possible as he dragged kicking and screaming out of the building.
A soft, devious chuckle came from the other end of the speaker phone on the cellular device, "Good work, Xigbar, now, place the phone near my son's ear so I can tell him something."
"I don't want to speak you, you ungrateful son of a bitch!" Demyx screamed, kicked and attempted to bite at the hands around him, but he wasn't able to avoid the phone being pressed to his ear.
"Hello son…I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but…I can't have you hurt…especially after you've been with this man against your will for so long…Don't worry…Daddy is going to make it all better…"
Daddy is going to make it all better…
Daddy is going to make it all better…
Daddy is going to make it all better…
Demyx could hear that singular line echoing in his subconscious over and over as he sat in a corner of the interrogation room, head buried in his knees, unaware of the sound of the door to the room opening and closing, "…Go away," his voice seemed to growl out the words as he kept his head down and buried in his knees.
"…Demyx, there is someone here that would like to see you…" the "ringleader" tried to sound friendly to the boy as standing in the doorway, blocking out about 50 % of the light streaming into the room was the one he was speaking about, "I guess I'll leave you to handle this, Mr. Watterson…I've got work to do regarding the Target…"
A dark smirk came on the man's face, "As you wish, Xigbar," the door slammed behind him as it echoed a dark boom behind him, "…Hello Demyx, miss me much?"
"Go to Hell," Demyx snapped out as he tried to curl in closer to himself because he knew his old man wasn't capable of having any humanity for others.
There was a resounding smack that came out throughout the room as chairs started to clatter about the room as someone found themselves slammed onto the table, "You listen here you little bastard…I am still your Father, I've still got control over your life until the day you die, and I still have the means to ruin your life and make it a living hell. I could even kill you right now and no one would believe it was an accident but me!"
Demyx started to gag under the grip his Father had on his neck, "Do your worst…there's nothing you can say or do to keep me from him!"
"You better restart thinking that Game Plan, Demyx, because from what I can tell you is…he doesn't even care to see you after the living nightmare you just put him through…"he watched Demyx's eyes starting to become pools of utter fear, "That's right…your little boy toy, whose about to become someone's little bitch…he's given up on you. Especially since you're the reason for his downfall…he was just as happy to be teaching before you seduced him, because that's what he says happened and he couldn't help himself."
"…No…he wouldn't say that…"Demyx's voice sounded like it would crack, "Zexion isn't like that…I might've come on strong but I love that man…"
"…Enough to risk your personal health if he has an STD?" Mr. Watterson's face was demonic as he watched his son become silent at the man's words, "What do you say to that?"
Demyx closed his eyes as he shoved the man off him, "…I say you're full of it…No matter what becomes of us…we'll still love one another…"
"Tch, whatever…it's your life…what am I to say what you can and can't do with it…"Mr. Watterson shrugged as he headed for the door, "But I'd reconsider him, Demyx…he did seem rather upset to hear that it was you that ratted him out to the authorities about the fact that you were being held against your will and that…in no way, shape or form, did you mean for the relationship you developed with him in High School was meant to go beyond just flirting with him into physical contact which I'm sure you two have had."
Zexion felt as if he had been violated over and over as he sat in a hideaway cell until the sound of a door opening brought his attention upwards, "You've got ten minutes to see the kid…then its back here for you until the Judge can be brought in regarding your case…"
"What case?" Zexion was confused beyond all understanding as he shifted about on the small cot, "Why exactly am I here?"
"That's for the judge for to tell you, which shouldn't be till at least tomorrow or in a week…" the Guard motioned for Zexion to come forward as he grabbed the man behind the neck and shoved him roughly towards the Visitor booth where he found a distraught dirty haired blond trying to look forward too much, "Ten minutes."
Demyx fidgeted about in his seat as he tried to find another place to look to, "…Hey kid," the voice brought Demyx's head up slightly as he heard the man he had sensed following him most of the week call out to him, "You've got ten minutes to talk to the guy…don't waste them sitting there like the guilty party…oh wait…"
"You are the guilty party," the man laughed as he walked off as he watched Demyx's soft eyes look up at the weary Zexion.
He…He doesn't look too angry…
Demyx slowly looked up at Zexion as he saw there was a phone on the side of the booth as he picked it up, Zexion followed suit, "…Hey…"
"…Hey."
"…How you holding up?"
"Can't complain…But I have had others looking at my body more times then I'd like them to…"
Demyx tried not to laugh, "…About all of this…" but before he could get any more out, Zexion had his hand up.
"Don't even bother explaining. I've overheard what is going on…and before you even think of blaming yourself…Don't you even dare," Zexion's glare was hard; to Demyx it looked like the man was upset with him and didn't want him even speaking to him.
"…Zexy…I want to help you get out…I do still love you, but…do you still love me…"Demyx's mind reeled back to his Father's words, "…I want to know…"
Zexion softly sighed as he placed a hand against the glass even with the Guard watching on, glaring at him, "…I would give my own life, Hell…I would even take whatever punishment they could give out for whatever I did wrong if it meant I could get out of here and see you…"
"…Zexion…"Demyx felt his voice catching in his throat, but the door opened; Rinoa stood at the doorway, "Rinoa, what are you doing here?"
"You know that one phone call the arrested fugitive is given in the movies…? I asked Rinoa come down…she came to take you home for the night…I'll be fine. We'll fight this and win it…I promise," Zexion sighed as he saw his minutes were growing short, "…I'll see you in a few days…okay?"
Demyx softly nodded as he felt the tears streaming, "…I love you, Zexion…"
"…I love you too, Demyx…"Zexion hung up the booth phone as Rinoa led Demyx out, "…Take care of him, Rinoa…"