Demyx, here, and we're back with another episode of the amazing Zemyx Time, Xion style! Not really.
***BACKSTAGE***
Demyx: *looking at camera as he slid on his outfit* Well, we're backstage right now and we're getting ready to perform Zemyx Time 14.
Zexion: Which Demyx, unfortunately, let Xion write out.
Roxas: You know, technically, she didn't really write it out so much as getting the script and the video off the Internet.
Xigbar: *adjusts the cape on his back* I don't understand why I have to be the bad guy, though.
Xion: *looking through script* Because you seem to like to molest our little Dem-Dem more than Zexion and Axel sometimes, so you deserved to be the bad guy.
Axel: *smirk* Beat that, Xig.
Xigbar: *grumble* Shut up, flame boy.
Xion: *clears throat* Character line-up, please.
Demyx: *adjusting skirt* Princess Odette! Um, Xion, can I change back into my outfit now?
Xion: *slight fangirl squeal* Sure thing, Dem-Dem! Thanks for putting the dress on!
Zexion: *sighs and watches Demyx pull off dress and pull on his costume* Prince Derek.
Xigbar: *evil look* Lord Rothbart.
Axel: *grumbling at the green outfit covering his body* Jean-Bob.
Roxas: Bromley! *grin*
Saix: Speed. *grumble* I'm not made for a turtle.
Luxord: Puffin. *smirk* 'Cause I'm brave like that.
Vexen: King William. *looks at script* What?! I d—
Xion: *covers mouth* Keep going.
Larxene: Queen Uberta. *smug look* Because I'm special like that.
Marluxia: Lord Rogers. *grumble* Couldn't have been a king or something better than a fucking lord.
Xemnas and Xaldin: *together* Random servants. *mumble* Of course.
Xion: That's it. Let's get started!
Demyx: Yay! This is gonna be awesome!!
***OFFICAL START OF EPISODE***
Xigbar, a great sorcerer, paced back and forth in the basement of the castle belonging to the king of his land, King Vexen. He pulled his gloves back on his hands as an idea hit him on how to finally steal the kingdom for himself. He snapped, a small ball of darkness appearing and hovering over his outstretched hand.
The door slammed open, a small group of soldiers coming down with their swords outstretched, Vexen following close behind. Xigbar got rid of his darkness, accepting his capture with dignity.
Xigbar was banished from the kingdom, but he never forgot his plans to steal the kingdom, instead setting his sights on a new target to use to take over.
King Vexen paced back and forth in front of the balcony where the subjects of his kingdom wait patiently for his announcement. He turned sharply, cape flaring, when he heard one of his servants, Xaldin, bring out a little bundle of blue cloth. He grinned, bringing his new baby out to the mass of people cheering. His kingdom finally had an heir.
A ceremony was set up for the people of the many kingdoms to come and give the new baby gifts of their choosing. There, Vexen met the Queen of a nearby kingdom and her son. Queen Larxene and her son, Prince Zexion.
"They are made for each other," Vexen said, standing with Larxene as they watched the 2-year-old Zexion lean over the 1-year-old baby Demyx's crib.
Larxene gave a small nod, watching her son set a golden locket with a swan etched into it in Demyx's small hands. "We will bring them together every summer," she bargained with the king, "and hope they fall in love."
Vexen nodded in agreement, watching Zexion stare at Demyx with an interesting look.
***5 YEARS LATER—SUMMER***
Vexen stopped his horse just inside the courtyard of Larxene's castle, helping the 6-year-old Demyx off the back and setting him on the ground. A 7-year-old Zexion stood next to Larxene silently, arms crossed as he kicked a rock on the ground. "Mother," he pleaded.
"Quiet, Zexion," Larxene said, pushing him forward.
"But, Father," Demyx whined.
"Demyx," Vexen warned.
The blonde boy grudgingly walked forward to stand in front of the equally disgusted Zexion. "Pleasure to be here, Prince Zexion," he said, choosing to look at the ground instead of the boy in front of him.
Zexion didn't say anything, turning around to see Larxene glaring at him. He groaned, turning back to face the blonde boy in front of him. "Pleasure to have you here, Prince Demyx," he muttered, bowing slightly.
"Play nicely, Demyx," Vexen said, walking away with Larxene.
"But, Father—!" Demyx didn't finish his whine before his father and Larxene left him with Zexion. The two boys looked at each other before spinning around with their arms crossed.
This is not my idea of fun, they thought.
He looks like a sissy, Zexion thought, looking at Demyx out of the corner of his eye. Bet he can't even shoot.
He looks like a jerk, Demyx thought, looking at Zexion out of the corner of his eye. Bet he can't even dream.
This is not my idea of fun, they thought again.
***5 YEAR LATER—SUMMER***
"Come on, Demyx, we're leaving!" Vexen called up to 11-year-old Demyx, crossing his arms.
"But, Father, I can't go!" Demyx yelled down at him. "I don't want to go!" He saw his father's glare and started to go down to where their ship was waiting.
"Zexion!" Larxene yelled at 12-year-old Zexion, looking over at him as Vexen and Demyx's ship docked at the small harbor. "Pay attention!"
Zexion shook his head and rolled his eyes, leaning on the blonde 12-year-old boy next to him. "Can you believe this, Roxas?" he asked. "I have to spend another summer with that sissy boy."
"Why do you have to do this every summer?" Roxas asked, pulling a slingshot out of his back pocket.
"Hell if I know," the slatenette muttered, crossing his arms.
Roxas smirked, pulling his slingshot back. "This summer we'll make him miserable," he promised, releasing his shot.
Demyx jumped as a tomato splattered on the ship right next to his arm. He glared down at the two 12-year-olds smirking up at him. Great, he thought. He's got a friend.
During that entire summer, Zexion and Roxas did their best to lose Demyx doing everything physically possible they could do. But that blonde was persistent and managed to stay with them the whole 3 months. Unfortunately, in Zexion and Roxas' opinions.
***10 YEARS LATER—SUMMER***
"Demyx!"
The 21-year-old blonde groaned, fixing his hair in its usual style; it spiked up on top, leaving a few strands loose to hang over his eyes, and lay flat in the back, making a hybrid of a Mohawk and a mullet. He straightened out his clothes for the second time that day, but he didn't know why he even wanted to look good in front of that stuck-up Prince Zexion. He looked at himself in the mirror again; black pants, black boots, deep blue shirt, white vest, brown belt. Demyx groaned again, slowly starting for the boat again.
"Zexion!!"
The 22-year-old slatenette sighed, closing his book when he heard Larxene yell for him. He had allowed his hair to grow over the years and while it was still short in the back, it covered his right eye and reached down to his chin. Zexion moved to get out of his chair, smoothing down his clothes in the process; black pants, brown boots, black belt, white shirt, purple vest. Setting his book down on the table next to his chair, he slowly started walking for the door.
Demyx stood with his back to the stairs, crossing his arms as he glared at the door. Zexion stood at the bottom of the stairs, crossing his arms as he glared at the bottom three steps.
Why do I have to do this? Demyx thought.
He's just a sissy, Zexion thought.
We meet each other every summer and fight.
Fighting that I always win.
Egotistical jerk.
Weak bastard.
This isn't my idea of fun.
This isn't my idea of fun.
Zexion sighed lightly, finally turning around to face the slightly taller boy with his back still to him. "If we don't do something soon, our parents won't be happy," he said, his arms still crossed.
Demyx turned his head to look at him over his shoulder. He groaned very softly. "I guess," he mumbled, turning around to fully face the shorter, still averting his eyes to the ground. Zexion didn't say anything else and Demyx looked up from the ground, his sea-green eyes finally meeting Zexion's cobalt ones. The older was just staring at him with a blank expression on his face. "What are you staring at?" he asked, his arms still crossed.
"N-Nothing," Zexion stuttered, turning around.
Demyx gave a small smile, blushing lightly. He walked up to Zexion, standing in front of him with his hands behind his back. "You okay?" he asked, their eyes meeting again.
Zexion gave a small smile. Glad he came, he thought. He's gotten really cute. Why didn't I see that before? His smile grew slightly. "I'm fine," he said, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist to pull him closer. "You've gotten a lot cuter since last summer."
Demyx blushed. "No, I haven't," he said softly, trying not to look at the shorter's eyes.
Zexion smirked, moving one hand to rest behind the younger's neck. "Then why would I do this?" he asked.
Demyx didn't get a chance to ask what he meant when he kissed him, the blonde's own arms coming up to wrap around Zexion's neck.
Larxene and Vexen came up to them when they separated, Marluxia coming up to stand next to Larxene.
"We will be married tomorrow," Zexion decided, turning toward his mother.
"Wonderful!" Larxene exclaimed, clasping her hands together.
"Wait."
All eyes turned to Demyx. "Zexion," he started, taking a deep breath, "why do you want to marry me?"
"What?" Zexion looked really confused now. "You're all I ever wanted. You're beautiful."
"Thank you," Demyx said. "But what else?"
Zexion raised an eyebrow. "What else?" he repeated.
"Is beauty all that matters to you?" Demyx asked.
"Zexion, what else?" Larxene prompted.
Zexion looked back at his mother before he looked back at the blonde in front of him. "What else is there?" he asked.
Demyx closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Goodbye, Zexion," he said softly, walking out of the room and to where his horse was tethered. Vexen apologized quietly to Larxene before following his son out to his own horse. Larxene watched from outside as the two blondes transferred a little ways away from their horses to a carriage. Zexion, distraught from what had occurred, had holed himself up in his room with Marluxia, currently half-playing a game of chess with Roxas.
"What else is there?" Marluxia mimicked. "What else is there? She says, 'Is beauty all that matters to you?' And you say, 'What else is there?'"
Zexion sighed. "I know, it was dumb," he muttered.
"You should write a book, 'How to Offend Women in Five Syllables or Less,'" Marluxia suggested with a slight smirk.
Roxas took this advantage of no one paying attention and moved his piece within movement of Zexion's queen. "Hey, Zex," he called, taking the piece, "just lost your queen."
Zexion groaned, moving one of his own pieces. "That's two in one day," he mumbled.
"Think," Marluxia said. "You must see something other than Demyx's beauty."
"Of course I do, Marluxia," Zexion replied. "He's like…And then…How about…Am I right?"
Marluxia rolled his eyes.
"Demyx," Vexen said, turning to his son, "why were you asking Zexion all those questions?"
"I need to know that he loves me…for just being me," Demyx replied softly, looking out the window in the carriage. "Not just for what he sees on the outside."
Outside the carriage, the coachman pulled on the reins for the horses to stop when he saw a single figure standing in the road. The figure lifted his hands, transforming into a great crow before attacking.
"Prince Zexion!"
The slatenette looked over the balcony of the stairs to see a single figure collapsed at the doorway. He, Marluxia, and Roxas raced down to the figure's side in concern. "It's King Vexen's captain," Zexion said, recognizing Xemnas immediately.
Xemnas swallowed with some difficulty before speaking. "We—we were attacked," he got out. "A great animal." And with those final words, he closed his eyes and died.
"Demyx," Zexion whispered. He raced off toward the stables.
"Zexion!" Marluxia called after him. "Wait!"
Zexion rode off into the woods on his horse, looking for any signs of Demyx or Vexen. "Demyx!" he yelled. He came upon the abandoned carriage and dismounted, racing to the wreckage. He looked around and saw the golden locket with a swan on it lying in a puddle. He picked it up before noticing Vexen lying on the ground, breathing with much difficulty. "King Vexen," he said softly, kneeling by his side.
"Z-Zexion…" Vexen whispered, struggling to breathe and speak.
"Who did this?" the slatenette asked.
"It came so quickly," Vexen went on. "A great animal."
"Where is Demyx?" Zexion asked.
"Listen to me, Zexion," the blonde continued, "it's not what it seems. It's not what it seems."
"What's not?" Now the prince was confused. "Where is Demyx?"
Vexen closed his eyes, using his last breaths to utter 5 final words. "Demyx is…Demyx…is…gone."
Zexion laid Vexen down on the ground again, running his hands through his hair as he realized the truth.
Xigbar stood by the edge of a great lake surrounding an old castle, leaning against a tree with his helper, Xion. He stared at a swan with yellow markings around its head as it swam around in circles in front of him.
"Don't be angry with me, my dear," he said, motioning at the moon slowly being revealed by the clouds. "You'll only be in that form for a short while. When the moon hits your wings, you'll come back."
As if on cue, the moon slowly touched the swan's wing, water swirling up around its form. A few seconds later, the water drew away, leaving Demyx in its wake. The blonde closed his eyes as Xigbar gave a small laugh. "See, my dear?" he asked, motioning at the sky again.
Demyx started to run out of the lake and away from the castle when Xigbar grabbed his arm, pulling him back. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, the blonde staying silent. "When the moon doesn't touch the lake anymore, you'd better be in the water, otherwise you won't be able to turn back to a human at night." He released Demyx, walking away with Xion. "Have fun, my dear."
Demyx sunk to his knees, tears starting to run down his cheeks as he realized the situation he was in. "Zexion," he whispered softly, never seeing the two figures that watched him from the bushes in concern.
Zexion ran his finger over the spines of the books in front of him, looking for the specific book he wanted. Marluxia looked up at the young prince up on the ladder, his hands on his hips. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Looking for something that can help me find the Great Animal," Zexion muttered, flipping through a book before throwing it down to the ground.
"Demyx is not coming back," Marluxia told him. "The whole kingdom knows that."
"The whole kingdom is wrong," Zexion said, sliding down the ladder with a leather-bound book in hand. "Demyx is alive. And I'm going to find him."
Marluxia sighed, shaking his head as he went to find Larxene. "Madam?" he asked, knocking on her study door.
"Where is Zexion?" the blonde asked as the pinknette walked in. "Oh, never mind, I know where he is. Working on the mystery of the Fat Animal."
"The Great Animal, Your Highness," Marluxia corrected.
Larxene waved it off. "Whatever," she muttered. "I need something to take his mind of Demyx. Ever since he disappeared, all that boy's done is practice practice practice."
"Maybe he just needs to know there are others out there," Marluxia suggested.
Larxene smiled. "That's it," she said, pulling out a black book from her drawer. "A ball. Brilliant idea, Marluxia."
"Thank you, madam," Marluxia said, rather pleased with himself.
"What are you doing?" Saix, a blue haired man with an 'X' scar on his forehead dressed in brown asked the man beside him.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Axel asked back. Axel was a tall redhead with small black tattoos under each of his green eyes dressed all in green. "I'm getting flowers for Demyx."
Saix looked beside him at the bunch of flowers growing before back at the redhead. "Why not just get these for him?" he asked, motioning toward them.
Axel snorted. "They are not good enough for him," he said, digging the toe of his shoe into the dirt. "I'm getting those."
Saix looked over at the bunch of flowers growing just outside the castle wall…over a moat filled with alligators. "You're gonna die," he muttered, lying down on his stomach as he watched Axel.
"Watch and learn, Saix," Axel said softly, starting to run. He jumped over the moat…and missed, landing in the water. He backed up against the wall when the alligators started swimming toward him. "Heh heh," he laughed nervously. "Nice, alligators." He yelled in fright and scrambled out of the water next to Saix again.
"What are you trying to do, Axel?"
The two men looked over at Demyx standing beside a tree. "Uh, nothing!" Axel lied, moving up to his knees.
Demyx rolled his eyes, sitting down cross-legged next to Saix. "You're being sneaky again, Axel!" he accused.
"What sneaky?" Axel asked. "You deserve a nice bouquet!"
"And you deserve a kiss," Demyx said.
Axel smirked. "Well all right!" He puckered up, ready to receive his reward.
"You know I'm under a spell!" Demyx said, Axel looking quite rejected now.
"But my kiss would break the spell!" Axel said.
"Give it up, Axel," Saix muttered.
"I can only kiss the man I love," Demyx explained, "and then he…"
"Must make a vow of 'everlasting love'. I know," Axel muttered.
"And prove it to the world," Demyx added.
"WHAT do you think I was doing with the flowers and the alligators going 'CHOMP CHOMP'?!" Axel yelled.
Demyx sighed, turning to the bluentte. "Saix, make him understand," he said.
Saix snorted. "What makes you think he'll listen to me?" he asked.
The two were interrupted by a rustle in the bushes behind them. "Who's there?" Axel asked, curious at the noise.
"Damn bastards," a voice muttered. A tall man with white-blonde hair and a beard and moustache tumbled out of the bushes, pulling leaves and sticks out of his black and white clothes.
"Who are you?" Demyx asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Luxord's me name," the blonde said, holding out his hand. "And who would you be?"
"I'm Prince Demyx," Demyx introduced, shaking Luxord's hand, "but my friends call me Demyx."
"Saixtorous," Saix introduced. "Friends call me Saix."
"I have no friends, only servants," Axel said, turning his back to the three of them, "and they call me Your Highness!"
"Ignore him," Saix said. "Thinks he's a prince."
"I am a prince!" Axel argued, spinning around. "And if Demyx would kiss me, I'd prove it!"
Suddenly, a flower garden appeared around them, an elegant arch popping up behind Demyx. "Uh-oh," Axel muttered. "Come on." He and Saix each grabbed one of Luxord's arms, pulling him into a bush as Demyx stood up.
The blonde crossed his arms as Xigbar appeared before him on one knee. "Demyx, my dear," he said, taking one of his hands and pressing a kiss to it. "Will you be mine?"
"You come here every night," Demyx said, pulling his hand back and wiping it on his pants, "ask me the same question and always get the same answer."
Xigbar growled, standing up. "You will marry me one day," he threatened, disappearing. "Maybe tomorrow, you'll change your mind." The garden and arch disappeared, leaving Demyx in the grass.
"Demyx," Saix said, the three of them coming out of the bush, "the moon."
Demyx looked up at the sky, the moon quickly being covered by clouds. "Oh, no," he said softly, racing for the lake. He stepped in until his ankles were covered before water enveloped him again, turning him into a swan again.
"What just happened?" Luxord asked, he, Saix, and Axel settled on the edge of the lake.
"This is what happens every night," Demyx explained. "When the moon touches the lake, I'm human. When it leaves, I'm a swan. And if I'm not on the lake when the moon leaves, I can never turn to a human again." He gave a small sigh. "And this is why I'll never see Zexion again. Even if I could get him here, how would he know that it's me?"
Luxord gave a small grin. "I've got an idea," he said.
Zexion turned a page in his book, finger running down the page until he found what he was looking for. He grinned, pulling Marluxia's collar to show the page. "Look, Marluxia," he said, turning the page.
The pinknette raised an eyebrow, looking at the mouse on one page and a dragon on the other. "What am I supposed to be looking at?" he asked.
"It's not what it seems," Zexion said, slamming the book shut. "It's not what it seems!" He ran out of the library, heading down the hallway.
"Zexion!"
The slatenette skidded to a stop, changing direction until he stopped in Larxene's study. "Yes, mother?" he asked.
"Where are you going?" the blonde asked, looking over the book in her hands.
"To find the Great Animal," Zexion replied with a grin on his face. "I'll be back later." He started to leave the room.
"Just make sure you're here tomorrow night," Larxene said.
Zexion stopped, walking back into the room. "Tomorrow night?" he repeated.
"Um, the ball!" Larxene reminded him, slamming her book shut.
"Mother, I can't!" Zexion protested. Larxene stuck out her lower lip, pouting as much as a queen would pout. "Please, mother…don't do the lip thing." Larxene just kept on. Zexion sighed. "But please, mother! Don't turn it onto one of your beauty pageants!"
Larxene grinned. "Oh! No, no, no, no, no!" she protested. "It's just a few friends…" She kept grinning as she heard Zexion walk downstairs and outside. "…And their sons…" she added.
Zexion headed outside to the darkening sky. The moon would soon be out and he noticed that as he grabbed his bow and a quiver of arrows, heading out with Roxas by his side for a little hunting.
He stopped short when he heard something snap in front of him. He cocked an arrow, drawing his bow string back. He saw a swan and relaxed slightly before remembering the book page. "It's not what it seems," he whispered to himself, drawing the string back again.
Demyx saw Zexion in front of him and grinned. "Zexion," he said. He saw the slatenette pull his bow string back and panicked, finally remembering what Luxord had told him. He took off, the slatenette obediently following under him, still trying to shoot him down from the skies. Demyx evaded the few arrows that were shot at him the best he could, leading the older man to the lake where the castle resided, landing gracefully in the water. Luxord, Axel, and Saix watched from the bushes as Zexion came up to the lake, drawing his bow string back again.
The moon stuck the swan's wings and water enveloped him again. Zexion dropped his bow when he saw Demyx standing in the water, smiling at him. "Demyx," he whispered, the blonde moving closer to him. "I knew you were alive."
"Zexion," Demyx said softly, the two coming together.
"Demyx," Zexion whispered again, drawing the younger closer with a hug and a small kiss. "I love you." The blonde smiled, snuggling into the older's chest with a content sigh. "What happened to you?"
Demyx leaned back slightly, looking Zexion in the eye. "When the moon touches the lake, I'm human. When it leaves, I'm a swan. And if I'm not on the lake when the moon leaves, I can never turn to a human again," he explained again.
"H-How do I fix it?" Zexion asked. "Break it, I mean."
"You need to kiss me," Demyx told him, "and make a vow of everlasting love…"
"I'll make it," Zexion promised. "It's all I've ever wanted."
"And prove it to the world," Demyx added.
"How?" the slatenette asked.
"I-I don't know," the blonde admitted, bowing his head. "I'm sorry."
Zexion smiled, lifting his chin. "Don't be. I know you're alive and now, I know where you are. That's all that matters."
"Demyx!"
Both heads turned toward the voice that called the blonde's name. "You have to get out of here, Zexion!" Demyx hissed, pushing the slatenette away.
"But—"
"Now!"
"Demyx!"
The slatenette took one last look at the blonde. "Come to the ball tomorrow my mother is holding," he said. "I'll make my vow there and prove it to the world that I love you."
"Demyx!"
The blonde turned around as Zexion ran out of sight, seeing Xigbar stepping around a tree. "Demyx," he said, "did you now hear me call you?"
"I'm sorry," Demyx apologized. "I wasn't listening."
"Who were you talking to?" the older man asked, circling around the blonde.
"No one," the blonde replied. "Myself."
Xigbar leaned down, bringing Zexion's bow up in front of his face. "Really?" he asked again. "It looks like you were talking to Prince Zexion." Demyx didn't say anything. "Stupid boy. He won't help you." He grabbed the blonde's arm, dragging him off to the castle, throwing Zexion's bow to the middle of the lake.
*****THE NEXT DAY—BEFORE NIGHT*****
Xigbar smirked down at the swan-Demyx in the water in the crumbling tower, Xion standing behind him. "Good luck getting to the Prince's ball now," he said. "Oh, and by the way, it's a new moon tonight."
Demyx bowed his head in defeat. Xigbar smirked again, turning away with Xion following close behind. "Xion," he said, turning to the shorter, "I have a job for you. We still need Zexion to make his vow. But all he needs to think is that he's making it to Demyx." He turned toward Xion, summoning up his powers again.
Zexion looked around the ballroom where many many princes were standing and talking to each other, each secretly hoping that they'd be chosen by Zexion. A knock on the door interrupted the party, drawing Larxene's attention to it. She snapped at Xaldin, a servant, the man going over and opening the heavy double doors.
Everyone was silent as a single figure walked in the room, heading down the stairs and toward Zexion. "Marluxia," Larxene whispered to the pinknette, "is that—"
"It can't be," Marluxia said, looking at the still-walking Demyx.
Demyx looked up at the sky, knowing from what Xigbar had said that there was no moon that night and no chance he'd be able to meet Zexion like promised.
"Someone call for room service?"
Demyx looked up to see Axel grinning down at him from the top of the tower. "Axel!" he exclaimed happily. The redhead pried open the door, the blonde quickly flying out it and toward the castle where Zexion was waiting.
Zexion took Demyx's hand, leading him to the middle of the room. "Glad you made it," he whispered in his ear. The blonde gave a small smile, his sea-green eyes flashing a deep blue for a split second. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced. "I have an announcement to make."
Demyx flew outside the castle, pecking on the windows to no avail. He saw Zexion standing with someone who looked like his clone and gasped, now trying desperately to get into the castle. "No, Zexion!" he yelled.
"And so," Zexion finished, looking down at the blonde on his arm. "I make a vow of everlasting love…to Demyx."
"No!!" Demyx felt his heart stop for a split second, dropping a few feet in altitude. He turned back for the lake, wanting to get as far away as he could.
"Bravo, Zexion."
The slatenette quickly pulled out his sword as Xigbar materialized in front of him. "What are you doing here, Xigbar?" he growled, holding his sword out as he stood protectively in front of 'Demyx'.
The older man smirked. "And to think," he mused, "you just gave a vow of everlasting love to…another person."
"What?" Zexion turned around to see Xion standing behind him, her arms folded in front of her. He spun around again just in time to see Demyx flying off toward the lake again, starting to fade.
"And now, he'll die," Xigbar said, an evil grin plastered on his face. And he disappeared.
Zexion raced out to the stables, galloping off toward the lake again. "Don't let him die!" he yelled, hoping Xigbar was listening.
"Is that a threat?" Xigbar's voice came from above him.
"Don't you dare let him die!" Zexion yelled again.
Xigbar smirked. "Oh, it is a threat. If you hurry, little prince, I'll let you see him one last time…"
Zexion rode as fast as he could to the lake, practically jumping off his horse when he saw Demyx lying on the bank of the lake in human form, barely showing signs of any breathing. He spun around when he heard movement and saw Xigbar standing behind him. The older man grinned, darkness surrounding him until he was transformed into a great crow.
Zexion's eyes widened, drawing his sword on instinct. "The Great Animal," he whispered in disbelief. Xigbar attacked suddenly, his claws latching onto Zexion's shoulders, dragging him up before dropping him down onto a tree.
"Hey you!"
The slatenette weakly turned his head and saw Luxord standing on the other side of the lake. Before he knew it, his bow was hurtling towards him, an arrow already cocked. "Don't let him die," Luxord muttered, more to himself as Zexion let loose the arrow that burrowed deep into Xigbar's heart. The great crow gasped, dropping down in a pillar of fire to the lake.
Zexion dropped his bow to the ground and raced over to where Demyx was still lying, his breathing becoming even slower. Axel, Saix, and Luxord watched as Zexion dropped to his knees, lifting the blonde's shoulders up in his arms.
"Zexion…" Demyx whispered. "I-I feel so weak…I think…I'm…"
"No," Zexion whispered. "You'll live, Demyx! The vow I made was for you!"
"I'm…sorry…Zexion…" Demyx breathed his last, his head dropping back with his eyes closed.
"No," Zexion whispered, laying Demyx down on the ground again. "No!!" He turned away, ready to kill himself with his own sword when a sound behind him made him turn around again. He watched in silence as light enveloped the blonde's body, slowly becoming taller and taller. The light disappeared.
"Zexion," Demyx said softly, a small smile on his face.
"Demyx." The slatenette embraced Demyx in a tight hug. "I love you. And I make a vow of everlasting love to you."
The blonde smiled even more. "I know," he whispered softly.
"There you have it," Luxord said, he, Saix, and Axel all still watching. "Everlasting love."
*****THE NEXT DAY—AFTER THE WEDDING*****
Zexion took Demyx's hand, leading him to the balcony that looked over the kingdom. "Will you love me, Zexion?" Demyx asked, leaning into the touch of the one behind him. "Until the day I die?"
"No, Demyx," Zexion replied, turning the blonde around to face him, "much longer. Much longer." And with that, he gave Demyx the best kiss he could give.
Well, that took me 36 hours to write and I didn't sleep half the night trying to finish it all. Damn. You guys better love me for this because I feel like I'm going to die from exhaustion very soon.
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*peace sign* Dem-Dem out!