Disclaimer : (on previous chapters)

Author's Note: Just so you know…I love Sephiroth.

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Axel had noticed Demyx a lot more than usual. The blond had been scurrying in and out of his room and was clearly avoiding him. The other day when he had caught Saix briefing Demyx, the blond had clearly acted like himself, but as soon as Axel made one remark he reverted back into acting strange.

Axel summoned up his weapon and dove down the cliff. His head still questioning Demyx and his behavior.

But why do I care? Axel wondered. Why does it matter if he loves me or not?

But there is was that awkward four lettered word. It floated around the redhead like a beacon. It hovered over him and below him then it opened up its ugly mouth and swallowed him whole—this strange, strange emotion.

Axel trudged past the entrance of the one winged angel's lair and began to slow his descent. He was having this feeling that something was taking place in the other side of the room. Then he heard a scream.

Axel froze at the sound as if a thousand needles were being stabbed into him. The noise halted just as suddenly as it had taken place. The flame user held his breath as a soft conversation took place. He moved a step closer leaning against the rocky wall. He took another step. One more and he could hear certain words.

"…don't…had enough…" someone's voice chocked out.

"But I'm still not done—" sounded Sephiroth in a smooth tone.

There was a sickening noise of something splattering against the wall in a loud thump. Axel had been inching closer to the half open door and didn't notice the dim lit room's contents. He could smell the aroma of sex and blood.

There was no stopping his ears from picking up the soft moans.

Maybe I should— he thought then he heard it.

"Please…find Roxas…to—Axel!" the broken whisper sounded so familiar, but he couldn't be certain. There was a high pitch in his name much like the way—

Demyx? Axel questioned. How—why would he be here?

"Why don't you just come in already, Nobody?" boomed Sephiroth. "I know you're standing there. How nice of you not to interrupt, but I am done now."

The redhead pushed the door open slowly and stared inside. He breathed when he saw Sephiroth, alone, adjusting his clothes. He had to wonder how long it had taken to stray away in his thoughts.

There was another door to this room, which lessened Axel's suspicions. It felt as though the door had somehow lifted a massive weight. It dropped, however, as he looked at the wall next to it and the bed in front of him.

"Into some heavy bondage I see," Axel said casually. "I never would have guessed…"

"To each his own," Sephiroth said brushing his wing lightly. "Oh, I have some good news and some bad news."

Axel perked up as Sephiroth revealed that he knew where Sora was currently located.

"He is to arrive shortly and go straight to Merlin's house. Not to bore you with further details, but he is to leave just as shortly. HowI know all this, is not your concern…the bad news is…" Axel held his breath. "The army you offered is simply too weak for my likings…"

Axel's jaw nearly dropped. "I promised you the very best Nobodies around. The elite of the elites! You've seen only the weaker ones…"

Sephiroth merely brushed his wing almost as him Axel's outburst had done nothing. Something brushed against his robe from the bed. He stared as a lone strand of hair fell almost like a sign onto his sleeve.

He shook at it, but the hair still stood there almost glued onto the material on his arm.

"So you're calling it off?" Axel's words stung his own head as he repeated once more. "You are calling it of." Sephiroth merely nodded then turned his back.

"There is no reason to hunt something that has already been hunted," and with that Sephiroth left him.

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"Damn it all to hell!" the redhead cursed. He was running out of time that was how he felt. He didn't know why time was to be concerned but for some reason or another he knew there was a limit.

He ignored the soft knocks.

"Axel?" a small voice sounded.

"What is it?" he snapped.

"I'm sorry, I'll –I'll go now," the voice said even softer.

Axel growling stopped as he opened the door to a retreating Demyx. He smelled of potions and clean robes.

" Mission didn't go well in the underworld I take it?" Axel smirked. "So, what were you here for?"

Demyx turned around his face looked fixated and there was dread building everywhere.

"I—I um…"

Axel had enough. "Look, Demyx, I'm sick your sniveling, I'm sick of you stuttering about. Why do you have feelings for me anyway? Stop hinting…what if I didn't like you that way?"

His words stopped Demyx where he was and Axel almost pitied him.

"Demyx, do you always stutter like that?"

The blonde's head snapped up. His eyes widened, but he remained calm. He pressed his lips and stared almost defiantly up at Axel.

"That is a clear sign of something real wrong in your head. You know what that makes you ?" Axel continued. "A doormat."

He turned his back to the other male, having successfully taken his anger out. He didn't expect the attack from behind. He didn't even know what hit him as he felt the stab of something metal being injected into the back of his neck before his vision began to swim.

"I know," Demyx whispered.

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