On Stage

A/N: This is the first story I ever submitted here! So please be nice...
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Warnings: This fic will contain shounen-ai / yaoi with Kingdom Hearts pairings ZexionxDemyx and AxelxRoxas, and maybe others. The rating is PG13, maybe I will make it higher in the future.

I do NOT own any of the Kingdom Hearts characters, this is just fanfiction.

On with the story!

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Chapter 5

Zexion blinked his eyes against the morning light. He felt nice and warm for a change. The blonde musician lay cuddled up to him and Zexion found he wouldn't be able to move without waking him. It felt nice to have him so close, but with a grim look he remembered the events of the night before. He wondered why Demyx cut himself, he seemed like such a careless person. Then again, how can you ever honestly know a person.

He decided for himself that he would help Demyx. He knew from experience that he wouldn't be able to make it on his own. Plus, the blonde really made him feel alive inside. And with that he softly kissed the sleeping beauty on his forehead. He hadn't expected the blonde to open his eyes though, and they both blushed deeply.

"C-can we stay like this a little longer?" the blonde whispered, looking down. Both were a bit feeling awkward, but Zexion nodded and silence followed.

"Thank you for yesterday…-"

"Don't mention it."

He could feel Demyx smile and glanced up. The musician had nice eyes, they were blue like the ocean and full of life. They stared into each others eyes for a while before Demyx closed the distance and kissed him.

It was their second kiss and Zexion felt flames growing inside of him and his heart fluttered as if it had just grown itself a pair of wings. He cupped Demyx' face in his hands and eagerly returned the kiss, not ready to let go yet. He must have gone out of his mind. Full of bliss they pulled back and looked each other in the eyes for a moment. Then they both smiled.

"So Zexy…" Demyx started, softly kissing the violet haired one's fingers, "Would you like to go out with me?"

"Only of you make me a promise…"

Demyx looked surprised, "What is it?"

"Next time… please tell me what's wrong before you start cutting yourself… okay?" The blonde could tell he was dead serious. "I'm sure we can figure something out…" He softly kissed the bandages around the musician's wrists.

Demyx looked down, ashamed, and stayed quiet for a moment. "…sometimes… it just itches." Subconsciously he scratched his wrists, feeling like a nine year old kid confessing something to his parents. Then he looked up. "D-didn't you used to have that feeling Zexion?"

Images of memories buried deep within the shorter one started to bubble up. They flashed through his mind like a broken record. There was mainly pain and sadness, feelings he had banned out a long time ago.

"Z-Zexion?" the blonde questioned, "Y-you're crying!"

He lifted his hands to his cheeks and found them wet in tears. Confusion hit him and he rubbed his eyes. What was happening? He had never cried before! Why now? In utter fear and confusion he stumbled out of the bed and headed for the door.

"Zexion? Where are you going?!" the blonde called after him, but his words fell on deaf man's ears.

The violet haired man couldn't focus anymore, thoughts and memories swirled through his mind in one big sickening mix. He shouldn't have let it come this far. He shouldn't have shown the blonde. He shouldn't have stayed here. The last few days were a mistake. They had only brought back the horrible memories he had kept locked inside him for a very long time.

In a daze he rushed out of the apartment, grasping his shoes and jacket on his way out. He found himself close to hyperventilating by the time he got out of the apartment building. It was still raining outside, but he didn't notice. He had to get home. Now.

As he ran through the streets he found himself closer to his own home than he had thought. It turned out it was only a few blocks away. The rain and the cold air soon released him from the horrors that crossed his mind and he made it to his house in one piece. With shaking hands he fished the keys from his pocket and opened the door. The place he called home was a small house with only one floor. It consisted of a bedroom, living room / kitchen and a bathroom. All small and poorly decorated. But it was all he needed.

He sighed and leaned against the door. He should have known from the beginning. He buried his face in his hands and messed up his hair.

…sometimes… it just itches…

He tried his best to ignore his tingling arms, instead he just rubbed them, trying to get rid of the nasty feeling. He glanced around his room, finding everything was just as he had left it behind. All he needed was a good book. That was sure to clear his head. He got up and picked one out of his huge collection of books and sat down on his worn down couch to read.

He hadn't turned his first page yet before he heard someone knocking on the door. He got up to open it and found a familiar blonde standing before him. Neither of them said anything for a while.

"S-so this is where you live huh?" Demyx asked sheepishly, "I lost track of you a few blocks back, but a nice lady told me you lived here…" He smiled, trying to lighten the mood without much success. Zexion stayed silent.

"C-can I come in?" It was still raining like hell and the stupid blonde forgot to take a jacket.

"No."

Demyx shot him a look of disbelief.

"W-why?"

Zexion didn't answer and cast his gaze down instead.

"Is it because of… what happened yesterday?"

Again no answer, and the blonde began to realise something.

"Does it scare you? Does it make you remember?"

Zexion grimaced and cringed a bit.

"…Why did you cut Zexion?"

The violet haired man glared up at him and Demyx knew he was right, so he asked again.

"Why did you cut?" the blonde demanded.

"Go home." Zexion said and closed the door.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me, Zexion!" The blonde yelled at the door.

"GO HOME!" Zexion yelled back angrily and crashed back on the couch, snatching up his book. He glanced to the window and saw the musician standing there in the rain, glaring inside.

"I'm not leaving!" he could read from his lips. Suddenly he felt really annoyed with the nosy blonde and he walked over to the window. With a last glare he mouthed 'Go home!' and closed the curtains. In turn he could hear the blonde pounding on the window and in frustration he grabbed his mp3-player and a set of headphones. He was not giving in. Still frowning he picked up his book where he left it, with music blocking out any intruding sound.

After a few hours he finished his book and put it back down. For a moment he leaned back on the couch and thought about the story for a while. It had cleared his mind in a lovely way and he felt calm again. He sighed and glanced at the curtain. Demyx had probably given up by now and gone home. He took off his headphones and listened. There was no more pounding on the window. Somewhere deep inside his heart he felt a pang of guilt. But he shook his head, it was better this way. Curiosity got the better of him after a while though and he pulled back the curtain to look outside. It was still raining like hell and the sun was setting already. He didn't see the musician and he sighed, somehow a tiny bit disappointed. They had kissed only that same morning.

He sighed again and went to close the curtain when he suddenly heard someone sneeze. In total disbelief Zexion went to open the front door and found the blonde musician sitting right under the window hugging himself for warmth. He was completely soaked and shivered from the cold. Still he managed to look up at the shocked violet haired man and smile, "I-I'm n-not l-leaving!" He stuttered, his voice breaking. Zexion stood there dumbfounded before his mind kicked in.

"You're an idiot!" He yelled angrily as he rushed over, "A complete idiot!" He couldn't help but flush a bit at the fact that Demyx actually thought he was worth sitting in the cold rain for for hours.

He helped the numb musician up as gently as he could and led him inside his house. He left the shivering form of the blonde on the doormat and ran around his small house to arrange things. He filled the bathtub with warm water, gathered towels and warm clothes, and turned on the heather some more.

Grumbling he took the cold musician's hands and pulled him into the bathroom. "Strip." He commanded and pointed at the bathtub. Zexion didn't know how, but somehow the frozen blonde still managed to colour his cheeks red.

Getting off the soaked clothes proved to be troublesome with shivering, numb fingers and Demyx sniffed. In the end Zexion couldn't take it anymore and started unbuttoning Demyx' shirt himself, noting that he had –again- escaped the apartment wearing only his pyjama. This clearly made him more angry so the blonde just let him have his way.

"You're such an idiot" Zexion muttered under his breath, looking away as Demyx pulled off his pants himself. The blonde hissed as his foot touched the hot water, but the other male urged him to get in. When he was finally settled in the warm water Zexion started to pour some of it over his head and rub his back with a towel to get it to warm up.

He sighed and Demyx felt embarrassed and stupid. Though he had nothing to be sorry about, his feelings were honest when he said he wasn't leaving. He wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about his crush. He shook his head, he was beginning to feel weary.

Soon he was warmed up enough again and Zexion left him with a towel and some oversized dry clothes. Obediently Demxy dried himself off and pulled on the black pieces of cloth, sneezing as he did so.

Zexion waited for him at the other side of the door and looked him over. The guy looked pale and tired. He took his hand again, noting that it was nice and warm again and had him lay down on the couch in front of a fire he had started in the fireplace.

An awkward silence had fallen over them. Demyx coughed and felt miserable.

"You're still not going to tell me?" he questioned the shorter male who sat down on the ground in front of the couch. Silence followed and Demyx was afraid he had really hurt his feelings by intruding in his personal life and had completely screwed up things between them.

"…maybe." Zexion said after some time, not looking at him. "…sometime." And he buried his face in his arms which he had crossed over his knees, feeling tired.

Demyx sighed happily. Suddenly everything felt right again.

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A/N: Sorry this one took me a bit longer... TToTT the chapter is a bit longer than the others tho!
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