A/N: I am so sorry I didn't update in….well, forever. I've been busy, and I've had a MAJOR case of writer's block. Yet again, I'm sorry for not updating this for the longest time.

Don't flame.

And… well… as stated before, this is the chapter where one of our characters disappears for good : (

Crimson Tears

7. The Party

Looking back, I realize that if I had just avoided the party altogether, none of this would've happened. I should've avoided the party, then Zexion wouldn't be in so much misery. But as I stated all the way back in the beginning, I'm so grateful to be the one to offer sympathy. So grateful that if I could go back in time and avoid the party, I would still go to the party. I suppose I'm selfish, sickeningly selfish.

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The day started out awkward. I was tired and slightly shaken by last night's encounter with Zexion. For a little shadow, he sure did know how to get inside someone's skin. Maybe he was right… maybe I should consider other peoples' feelings before I completely destroy them, or maybe Zexion is just a little prick that should keep his nose out of my business.

The morning classes went by uneventful. In science Zexion completely ignored me, and Demyx was his chipper self again. He was leaning over the aisles trying to whisper something to Sora when I finally remembered something.

About two minutes after Demyx was barked at by the teacher, I decided to ask him something. "Hey… Demyx?"

Demyx looked up from the exploding teacher he was drawing and gave me his attention. "Yeah," Demyx said cheerfully. I wonder how he could forgive me in the time span of one night, wait, why do I even care. Damn stupid Zexion…

"Where were you last night? You never came back to the dorm," I whispered as the teacher started talking about the difference between genotypes and phenotypes.

"Oh… Yeah, I didn't go back to the dorms last night did I?" Obviously. He scratched his head for a moment, and then suddenly something clicked. "Right! I was hanging out with Sora… I must've fallen asleep over there. Guess that explains why I woke up dressed in my first hour."

I gave him a questioning look.

"Sora misses dressing Roxy; he probably dressed me while I was asleep and dragged me to class. Sora does that sort of stuff, he's a sweet guy," Demyx explained. Sora sounds weird…

"I should've guessed. Your outfit actually matches today." Zexion pointed out, smirking slightly.

Mullet boy just pouted, "You're so mean Zexy."

As I said before, the day went uneventful. I actually sat with the 'problems', and Sora and Roxas during lunch. I found out that as long as you didn't say anything perverted you could take out any frustrations you had on the 'kid' and no one would mind. I also learned that Zexion was smart enough to be in college. It's sad when the smart guy is two feet smaller than you and gives all his friendliness to a freaky, hyper blonde.

Finally after a boring day the party sounded even better than before. I had some trouble getting out of the dorm though…

I got directions to the party from Sora during lunch, now my only obstacle was getting there. There was only one problem really, Xemnas. It didn't take long to figure out why everyone around here wanted to slit his throat.

"Where are you going?" He inquired, stepping in front of the stairs just as I was about to go down them.

"Out obviously," I replied arrogantly.

"I thought I told you to look at the rules earlier this week."

"Yeah, and your point is?"

He sighed, then said with a smirk on his face," Sorry red-head, you aren't allowed to leave the dorms. It's only aloud on Saturdays and Sundays, sorry," he said sarcastically. Let's see what you say when I rip your head off… such a pretty picture.

"Oh c'mon, give the guy a break… it's not like you're gonna obey the rules tonight either." The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I heard somebody sympathizing with me. I HATE SYMPATHY! I turned around to face the man that dare intrude. Upon seeing him I had the sudden urge to run and hide. I'm no wimp, but this guy was giving off a not-so-safe aura. Plus, he had even more muscle than 'superior.' He must've seen my eyes widen, because he chuckled a little.

"Nice to meet you too," The guy smiled, he had pointy canines… gulp. "Sorry about Xemy, have fun wherever you plan to go." He walked past me, flipping his blue hair behind his ear and grabbing Xemnas by the arm.

They descended the stairs quickly, and I figured Xemnas would be gone for the evening.

I mentally slapped myself, why had I been so scared of that guy? I don't even know him, and he didn't even do anything! Maybe Demyx and his chicken self are rubbing off on me. Stupid Demyx…

I briefly contemplated on just skipping the party altogether and staying in the dorms. I shook off the idea. I really needed a party.

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Pink boy wasn't kidding; it really was a mansion, a big one. I had to drive to the outskirts of town to reach the place, but it was worth it. By the time I got there dozens of cars were parked out front. It took a lot of work just to find a parking spot. Mental note: remember where you parked.

After I finally found a parking space I walked up to the entrance to get inside. There wasn't any admission dude or anything, but Sora was greeting people at the door.

"Hello! Glad You Came! Yeah, put that in the kitchen," Sora shouted to people entering the house with a big smile on his face.

"Hey Sora," I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Oh! Hi Axel!" he practically squealed, much like Demyx… only less annoying. A silver haired guy standing behind Sora looked like he was trying to strip the brunette. "Hold on," Sora mumbled, turning around and slapping the guy. "Okay!" he turned back to me, go on in and get comfortable kay. There's just one rule: If you get drunk ya gotta spend the night," Sora stated happily.

Roxas, whom I hadn't noticed just yet, piped up next to Sora. "Wow! That's a great idea, let a whole bunch of drunk-tards stay over at our house," The blonde said sarcastically. "Think what they could do Sora!"

"Well, that's why we're gonna be sleeping upstairs Roxas," The silver-haired guy said, now trying to get Roxas's clothes off instead. Sora and Roxas slapped him this time. The guy just pouted.

"Riku," Sora said," Sorry hun, but you're not sleeping with us; you're staying downstairs with everyone else and playing referee."

I blinked, was this guy dating Sora? He didn't seem like he minded too much which brother he had… I took my chance to slip into the house since Sora was occupied.

As I walked into the main room I immediately crashed into about two hundred bodies dancing all at once. I ducked and twisted and pulled my way through the mass and to the hall. Sora's house was big, but I suppose not big enough for the amount of people he had over. I glared at the floor, wondering why I came here in the first place… I hate dealing with people. But then, all my questions were answered when I looked up and saw the kitchen door open….and Marluxia inside.

I walked over to the door and smiled. Pink-boy was filling a punch bowl with all the ingredients needed to make a white rushion. Well, I suppose I should say pink, considering he was also putting some red food dye in as well.

"So," I started, walking in,"What are you gonna tell the younger kids?"

Pink Boy looked up, smirking. "Easy, that I stole a recipe for a Harry Potter drink."

I stared at him. Huh?

"You've never seen the drinks Scholars makes at Harry Potter book releases have you?" He said.

I wrote it off, just cause I wasn't a dork… "So, can I have a cup?"

He took out a plastic bag of cups and handed me one, I filled it up and left the room.

Within the hour a few things happened. 1. The punch bowl was moved to the main room and I drank at least half of the tasty pink stuff. 2. That blue haired guy crashed the party with Xemnas, who seemed to be drunk off his ass. He was singing Lion King songs… which was very creepy. And of course 3, Demyx started playing some song on a guitar on Sora's table, though I doubt the brunette minded.

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After the hour my mind goes pretty much blank. I think I remember that blue haired dude picking a fight… god help the dude who went against that guy… and Sora's doors being locked. I think I must have passed out on Sora's table or something….

Then why is it that I feel mud?

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And now we get to the part where I really regret getting drunk. I woke up sober, and with a major headache… in a dark place. As I blinked open my eyes they slowly adjusted. I sat up, my head ringing slightly, and looked around. I saw some walls, and figured out it was raining. I sat there another moment or two, trying to figure out where the hell I was, before deciding to get up.

Just as I reached under me to push myself up I felt something wet and sticky. I blinked. Mud? I brought my hand up to my face, trying to see whatever it was on my hand. My eyes could see something, but no color. It wasn't bright enough wherever I was to see color. But the smell told me what it was. Rust and salt, this stuff on my hand was most likely - blood.

I gulped…was I bleeding? I patted myself over, checking my head and body for wounds. I found a few tender spots, but no cuts. Oh god… if I'm not bleeding, what is?

I looked around, looking for an animal… a person. I saw a few lumps about six feet away.

Crawling over, I closed my eyes, wondering if my sanity could take it should I see a dead animal… or… I opened my eyes slowly. At first, I only saw three lumps, then, my eyes adjusted. I stopped breathing, my eyes taking in what I shouldn't be seeing.

Two of the lumps were just trash bags, but the third lump… was covered in blood and bruises.

"Oh… god…," I took in a sharp breathe. "No… you can't…no," I must be dreaming… this is just a bad, alcohol-induced dream. This is just the world trying to tell me why I shouldn't wish bad things…

"Oh god… this is real," I croaked. Suddenly my mind started working at lighting speed. Check his breathing! His heartbeat! He might not be…

I leaned over the blood coated body and put my head to his chest, trying to hear a heartbeat, an intake of breathe, anything. I could feel myself start to panic when I felt and heard nothing.

Frantically, I put one hand on each of his wrists, pressing hard and hoping to feel a pulse. Screaming aloud in frustration I put a hand at his neck instead and when I felt nothing there either I sunk into myself. "No… you gotta be alive…"

I hit his chest," C'mon heart, beat damnit!" I hit his chest again. Now I was just being crazy. Hitting him wouldn't wake him up. He… he was dead. Blood covered and dead.

I lay my head on him, "please wake… please… I've never felt so guilty in my life Demyx…" I moaned into his sunken chest.

Was this gods' idea of rewarding me. Kill someone I hate? Why didn't he kill my dad… Demyx never did anything…

I raised my head. "…H-how…?" I stared at the beaten and bruised body beneath me. How…how did this happen?

I thought back to the party, it seemed as if it had happened years ago now. Demyx had been fine, he had been dancing and playing guitar and being annoying. He was fine. And… the doors to the damn mansion had been locked… how did I even get out of the house? ….How did Demyx get out?

I stared at him for a moment or two, just trying to figure out how this happened. "Heh…," I chuckled in a tired way, " Guess I picked the wrong night to get drunk… now how am I gonna explain what…happened to you." I rubbed my head groaning. "I can't fucking remember…"

As if me hanging with a dead body weren't enough… I heard something that really didn't make me feel any better. I heard sirens. Police sirens.

I jumped, then looked down at Demyx. For a second, I had half a mind to take him with me, but I shook it off. It was bad enough the guy was… gone. If I have to choose between demeaning Demyx's dead body and saving my own hide, I choose saving myself.

I stood up, hearing the sirens getting closer. "Sorry… sorry Demyx," I whispered, gulping at how close that sound seemed. I looked down at Demyx one last time before deciding now was the time to get lost. I looked around, finally noticed I was in an alley, and ran in the opposite direction of the oncoming sirens.

As I ran the only thing I could think was this better be a fucking dream…