Thanks to luckless-is-me and LuvGreece for their review and also Sodenoshirayuki56 deserves my thanks^^
Warning: Violence, angst... a bit of gore, I guess (only in this chapter).
Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Kingdom Hearts.
Ripped from sweet dreams, Demyx woke up to a noise he couldn't quite place with his still sleep-fogged mind. His eyes took in a strange place he absolutely couldn't remember ever having been to before.
He turned wearily; the place next to him in bed was warm but empty… and suddenly he remembered the slate haired beauty.
The blond got up, looking around… but he didn't find anything beside his own clothes strewn across the floor.
No note, nothing. The angel was gone; disappeared from his life as quickly as he had appeared in the first place.
He took a quick shower but felt uneasy. Demyx hadn't paid for that room, neither did it seem to be a regular guest room at all. Was he even allowed to be here? What if someone suddenly wanted money from him and the angel wasn't there… nor any kind of note… Demyx shivered nervously, trying to tame his hair and got dressed as fast as possible.
In less than ten minutes he stood in the middle of the bar, looking around but he didn't see the slate haired male… and so he left, relieved as no one called him back to repay his debt… or anything.
He sighed, knowing that this couldn't be all about the mysterious meeting with the beauty but he had more important things to do for now.
A few blocks away he saw a little sign that read: "Rooms for rent, call…"
X X X
"As I said, I have an important appointment now but take your time to look around, simply close the door when you leave again. You can let me know how you decide tomorrow or just call, alright?" the owner of the "mini apartments" quickly said and Demyx only got the chance to nod before the man rushed out of the door.
He already knew that the apartment was perfect for him; small and cosy and cheap. But that didn't change the fact that he really didn't have anything to pay the rent at all.
He would take it, he had no other chance, but he had to do something soon, find anything to earn some money.
No use in searching for the "great chance" when you starve on the way, is there?
So… the day had only just begun what to do now?
X X X
There was nothing wrong in going to the bar again, right? So why did it feel wrong?
Was it because of Zexion? Because of that angel bound to an unworthy life?
But that was exactly Demyx's reason to return. He had to do something. The slate haired beauty deserved so much more, someone who loved him, a peaceful and happy life!
How could an angel like him stray from the right path anyway? It was just completely wrong! Selling his body like that…
What could he need money so badly for? There had to be a reason, right?
Demyx would find out. And he would do everything to help him, to get him away from whoring… but who was he fooling? Apart from his idealism he had nothing, not even money for an own little apartment…
X X X
The night was still a few hours away and the dim lights of the bar barely lit up the shady street.
The blond was nervous and still he entered the small bar, just like the day before but today he knew what awaited him, he knew what he had to do. Looking around, he didn't see the slate haired beauty… yet but he had to appear sooner or later, the blond figured.
Demyx simply decided to ask. He wasn't sure if that what Zexion was doing was legal but he was sure that others in the bar would know of it anyway and so he approached the redhead who was washing the dishes behind the counter.
"Hi," he said timidly, not really knowing how to start but at least his voice sounded as nonchalantly as he had planned.
"Hi. Do you want something?" Those venomous green eyes irritated him for a moment but Demyx quickly regained his composure.
"No, not exactly. I'm searching for Zexion." And while he the redhead had continued his work when the conversation started, his movement stopped dead in his tracks now.
"Do you know Zexion?" he asked but Demyx didn't really listen anymore because he had noticed the blur of slate from the corner of his eye.
"You really shouldn't annoy him, you know?" But the blond's mind barely registered the redhead's warning as he watched his angel coming down the stairs, moving toward an empty table at the bar entrance.
He followed the slate haired beauty, quickly making his mind up again before doubt could fill his heart.
"Zexy…"
The man turned around as if something had bit him. He saw the blond and his dark blue gaze darkened with malice.
"That's Zexion for you," he hissed.
Demyx cringed inwardly. Didn't the other tell him just the opposite yesterday? But he tried not to pay too much attention to it.
But today he had to learn that there was a crucial difference between Zexy and Zexion…
X X X
"Zexion, I-"
"No second time."
"What?" Demyx blinked confused. Zexion seemed to look right through him, showing no emotion whatsoever.
"There is no second time, got it?"
The blond blinked again, not understanding at all. "But I-"
"That applies for me," The slate haired male interrupted him again. "Search for someone else if you need it that bad-"
"But that's not it at all!" Demyx exclaimed agitated, still the 'angel' didn't show any reaction, except a small "Oh?"
His evil grin sent shudders down the blond's spine.
"I… I…You shouldn't be doing that," he stuttered, quickly regaining his composure when he stared into those deep blue depths, holding no emotions, no happiness.
"I don't know what you might be talking about."
"I…" Demyx hesitated. "You have to stop selling your body like that!"
Zexion stared at him and then he laughed, a dark bone-shaking laugh.
"And that from you? Weren't you the one enjoying my service just the other day?"
Demyx blushed embarrassedly. "But… but I-"
"Screw it! You're just another hypocrite, like everyone else!" his angel shouted and the blond cringed. Zexion was right, after all.
"I-I know… but-"
"No but, just go! Leave me alone! Don't conceit yourself to be special because of yesterday, fool!"
Demyx was shaking. He didn't know if it was obvious but he felt like he was about to collapse.
"But I-"
"You've got one last chance to go and never return," the slate haired male threatened.
"But I only want to-"
"Marluxia!"
…help. Demyx stared at the angel confused. He didn't see the redhead behind the counter flinch when he heard the slate haired male call that name.
X X X
Demyx was confused. That man that approached quickly after he had been called, he… Demyx had never seen someone like him before.
Tall, slender but quite muscular, clear but surely not innocent deep blue eyes and… pink hair.
"Is this guy annoying you?" he asked in his deep, threatening voice.
"Just get rid of him," Zexion replied and left.
Demyx stared at the angel's turned back.
"But I only want to-"
He didn't get to finish that sentence for all air was pressed from his lungs when a fist collided with his stomach. He couldn't scream either; it only came out as a pained gasp.
The blond got to his knees, trying to regain his breath while he held his aching stomach.
"Just get out of here quickly," was all he heard, a voice lacking all emotions.
"B-but I-" Demyx croaked but the hand grabbing his hair forcefully quickly shut him up again. "Are you that stupid?"
Demyx whimpered as he was yanked to his feet mercilessly and pushed toward the entrance, losing his balance more than once.
X X X
One last push and he fell head first down the little stairs at the bar's entrance. His whole body hurt; his vision was blurred from blood.
"And don't even think about coming back ever again!"
No mercy, no emotion, no sympathy.
Demyx whimpered; he couldn't move at all. With the last remnants of his energy he managed to get his cell phone out of his pocket…
The screen was cracked, probably suffered from his fall as well…
He called the ambulance before he fell asleep…
So... that's it for now...
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