A longer chapter, for the masses. I hope you all like it, because this is where things start to really happen. Also, I reference Axel in this. I think you'll laugh when you see it. :P
I do not own Kingdom Hearts in any way...
PLUM WINGS & A MIDNIGHT DIRGE - JEALOUSY
Calm down, Zexion...you've pretty much lived with Demyx your whole life, stop being so nervous to just change in front of him! You've done it a million times!
I had told Demyx to cover his face, and that's what he was doing, so I had no reason to be afraid. Hell, there was no reason in the first place. But, for some reason...I was really skiddish to just take my shirt off in front of him. No, I was just letting the stuff Xigbar said get to me. Hopefully...
So, I pulled the shirt off and was about to toss it to the floor when my overwhelming habit got the best of me. I folded the dirty shirt and put it in the corner. I hated clutter, I hate it even now. Even the dirty things need to be organized.
I turned around to grab my other shirt, the one I was going to wear to bed, when I stopped dead in my tracks. I spotted Demyx peeking out from under his pillow and felt my face turn red.
"D-Demyx!" It was one of the first times I had raised my voice to him, but he sank right back behind his pillow, uttering an apology. I could tell by his tone that he was trying not to laugh. I stood where I was for a few seconds more before I made a move, making sure he wasnt going to peek. I heaved a deep sigh, letting go of the breath I had no idea I was holding. I quickly replaced my shirt and told him it was fine for him to uncover his face.
"Sorry, Zexy..." he apologized once more, looking up at me from the ground.
"Why do you call me Zexy?" I don't know why I asked, it just sort of came out of my mouth.
"What? Whaddya mean? Ive always called you Zexy."
"Yes, I realize, but why?" I regret asking. His answer was a jumble of stuttering and uncertainty that made me uncertain about his real answer.
"Um...why?" He asked.
"Because, to the average ear, it would sound like you're calling me sexy, and not by a 'cuddly nickname.'"
"Oh..." He was silent, obviously thinking. Apparently, he had never realized that before, when I had realized it from a decent age. Then again, it was Demyx. He was far from the brightest Crayon. Come to think of it, he would have been the only Crayon to be stuck in a box filled with markers. When he spoke again, though, I got a similar, stuttery jumble for an answer. Then he turned around and asked me if I liked it.
"I...suppose so." He asked me why. Of course. "I..." I tried to formulate an answer, and it took me longer than I would have liked. It was hard to organize my reason behind this...
"I...yes. Yes, I do." Wait, now he's going to think that you like being called sexy. "B-but, not that I like you calling me something like sexy," Now he's going to get offended. "um, but, it's not just...you saying it, but, wait..." I was stuttering for the first time since infancy, and with each uncertain word I said I could just feel my face getting redder and hotter, and I only hoped Demyx wasnt able to see me blushing like that. Finally, I came to some sort of sense. "...just, go to bed!"
But...of course, Demyx had to find some way to make things awkward. And boy did he succeed. First, he got up to turn the light off. When I heard the light switch go off I waited for the worst. After all, he wasn't the smartest Crayon in the box of markers, like I said before. Almost right after, I heard a thud, followed by a crash, followed by Demyx's whimpering noises of pain, and then he fell right on top of me. I threw him off of me, nervous, and turned on the lamp that was next to my bed. He was rubbing his forehead, which he had hit against my elbow, which was also ringing with pain. What a way to say goodnight. I nudged him off the bed, and once he was done getting comfortable, I shut the light off.
It took longer than I wanted until I fell asleep. My mind was bustling, keeping me restless. I looked at my phone, the time read 1:36am. Classes began the next day, and at the rate in which I was going, I was seriously debating just staying up all night to read something, and then going about my day normally, instead of trying to go to sleep, getting three rested hours, then having to wake up and walk about brainless until I was granted sleep the next night. But those thoughts only occupied me for so long.
Geez, what are you, his boyfriend er somethin'...
Xigbar's words just wouldnt leave me alone. But, why?
...Someone's JEALOUS.
"I don't know." I whispered my words out loud, mostly to myself, because Demyx probably passed out hours ago. Then, it was harder to stop myself from thinking aloud.
"He's been around me nearly my entire life. What on earth am I suddenly so nervous about?" I ran a hand through my hair. "I've undressed to nearly nothing in front of him before, so why was just taking a shirt off so nerve racking? I just don't know." I thought about what Xigbar said one more time, letting a chuckle escape my lips. "Me, jealous of Xigbar...jealous." What did he mean when he said I was jealous? Demyx surely wasnt with Xigbar, was he?
The next time I looked at my phone, the time read 2:10am. I sighed, still not the least bit tired.
"Boyfriend...jealous of his boyfriend. But...if Demyx had a boyfriend, he would have told me." I fell quiet for a while, not really thinking about anything. I actually started to become a little drowsy. "Not to mention..." I stopped, suddenly worried that Demyx was awake and listening. The rest of the sentance continued in my head. I would be jealous, after all...
The morning came, and when my alarm went off at 6:00am, I was beyond exhausted from a sleepless night. I think I finally ended drifting off to sleep closer to 3:30, than anything. I had no choice but to get up and start getting ready for the first official day of school at Twilit. Reaching over to the place Demyx was sleeping, I shook his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up.
"Demyx. Get up," I rose from my place in the bed, beginning my day. It took me two more tries to tear Demyx from his slumber.
We were soon off to our classes, and it wasn't until our sixth period (the last one of the day) that Demyx and I had a class together, which was English. Thankfully, all students had the same thirty-minute lunch break, so Demyx and I met twice before the day ended. Unfortunately, someone said something about Demyx spending the night in my room, and he was kicked out to return to his own dorm with Xigbar.
"But my roomate tried to rape meee!" He whined, trying to convince him to let him stay in my room. "Can't I just transfer in here? It's only Zexion in this room, after all! Pleaseeeee?"
"Sorry, but assigned dorms stay that way until the end of the year, with very few grandfathered exceptions."
"Excuse me," I stated. "I happened to enter his room, last night, actually, and witnessed some unacceptable activity from his roomate. I can't help but thinking that if I hadn't come when I did, there may have been something close to rape in that room. Demyx, here, was pinned to the wall-"
"I'm going to have to ask you to not say anything else. Until this can be proven, nothing else will be said about this situation. You," He looked at Demyx. "can stay here for this last night. Tomorrow, we will take care of this, and you will miss as many classes as you have to so we can get this fixed. After it's settled, you will go back to staying in your assigned room, understand?"
"Y-yeah..." And he left without a word, leaving Demyx shaken in the room with me. He dove at me like he was about to break down, wrapping his arms around me.
"Thank youuu Zexyyyy!" He cried. "You saved meeeee!"
"Well, I don't think I literally saved you. But, you're welcome. Now, get ready for bed. It's late. We have a lot to deal with tomorrow."
We woke up at the normal time in which we would to get ready to go to classes, and ten minutes before we needed to go, the same man from the night before greeted us at the door. He escorted us to Demyx's dorm, at which time we were joined by Xigbar. He must have known something, because he looked at me with the fury of a thousand spikey red-headed teenage fireballs. I glanced at Demyx, who was standing close to me, and I saw how nervous he was. The poor thing.
The man took the three of us to the main office, where the three of us were put into the same room to await an official. A female counselor came in a few moments later, and the questioning began.
"First, do you three know why we've brought you here?" So far, she made the situation seem like we were police suspects in a murder. Demyx and I remained quiet, only nodding. Xigbar was the first to speak among us.
"Would you mind telling me why Im here, then? Apparently, these kids already know. Why am I left out?"
"There was concern that you, Xigbar, were attempting to have some sort of sexual relationship with Demyx here, against his will, if I understand correctly." Demyx became rigid at my side. Xigbar was silent, obviously trying to figure out some way out of this. "So, now that you're aware, I am going to have to ask you all questions at separate times. Demyx, Ill start with you." I felt him tense up. He was afraid, and there was nothing I could really do about it. I left the room, Xigbar followed.
We were told to wait in the chairs across from the secretary's desk, so the office members were able to keep an eye on us. After a moment or so, the secretary watching us got up from their seat and left, leaving me open to Xigbar's harassment.
"What did you do?" I was silent. He didn't like that. "Hey, answer me, will 'ya? What did you do?"
"I simply did what the guidelines of the school said to do. I felt as though a student was in danger, and I took the authority to report it." He was quiet for a time, but soon started up again, mainly just mumbling under his breath.
"If you're willing to stop trying things on my friend," I proposed. "Then Im willing to say this was a mistake." The only reason I was even proposing a deal with this stubborn boy was because I was worried for Demyx. He was terrified ever since the night before, and I hated seeing him like that. It was going to be bad enough if he was forced to go back to the same room with Xigbar, the poor thing would be traumatized. Xigbar finally scoffed an answer.
"As if," And almost as if it was planned, I was called into the room, and Demyx was sent out. I stopped him before I went in, glancing at his face.
"Demyx," he looked up at me, eyes full of fear and sorrow. It really did a number on me, Id never forget that face. But I said nothing else. He was told to sit down in an area away from Xigbar, then I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
"Hi," the woman greeted me. "Zexion, is it?"
"Yes," I took a seat across from her, crossing my arms and legs. This whole situation was starting to piss me off, especially after seeing Demyx's features like that. I wasnt in the mood for being proper towards this anonymous counselor.
"Well then," She began. "I want to ask you why you reported this to us."
"I saw that a student was in possible danger, so I did what the school guidelines asked of me to do in a situation like this."
"Is that all?"
"No. Demyx is a very close friend of mine. We've known one another since we were very young. We are each other's only friends, and we're like a family, the two of us. Seeing him as I did, I brought him to stay with me. When an official came, I told him the situation. That was last night."
"I see." She was quiet for a moment, probably thinking of how to phrase the next question.
"You said you saw Demyx in this situation, tell me what it is you saw, exactly."
"I came to his room and when I opened the door, he was backed into the corner of his bed with Xigbar trying to pin him," I thought about adding a little lie into the mix, it was possible that Demyx had exaggerated something, anyway, but I couldnt be specific. So, I went ahead and pushed in a little white lie. "clearly, trying to seduce Demyx against his will."
"Tell me what you did, then."
"When Xigbar refused to back off, I got between them and lifted Demyx out of Xigbar's way, taking him to my room to stay with me."
"Xigbar refused to back off?"
"Yes. I told him to get away from Demyx, but he just turned, telling me to mind my own business, and then continued."
"Hm. Well, why did you take Demyx to your room?"
"I told you. I was fearful for his safety."
"What did your roomate have to say about it?"
"I do not have a roomate. I am in my dorm by myself, although there is a spare set of furniture in the room being unused."
"You don't? Well," She wrote something down on a paper before her, then asked me another question. "How badly are you concerned for Demyx?"
"On what circumstance?"
"On the circumstance that he would have to stay in the same room with Xigbar?"
"On a scale of one to ten, I would be lying if I said anything other than eleven."
"Alright. Please send Xigbar in." I rose from my seat and exited the room, motioning for Xigbar to enter. He glared at me when he passed. I sat next to Demyx, who was in the same position as I had seen him in last. I said nothing, putting my hand across his shoulders and giving him a quick hug. He whispered his thanks to me.
"Demyx, Zexion, come inside, please." The counselor opened her door to invite us in. I stood first, giving a hand to Demyx. He was still in the same state, even after the hour we spent waiting for Xigbar's questions to end. All the while, we could hear his frustrated yells of protest, which is probably why it took so long. Demyx sat beside me once again.
"So," She started. "Ive questioned each of you, and Ive come to have my suspicions." She looked at Xigbar. "But Im still going to have to talk this over with some others, so, until we have a final decision, Demyx is going to be staying in Zexion's dorm. This could take as long as a week to figure out...so, I recommend you go by the dorm and pack some clothes and things for yourself." The three of us were excused, and escorted back to Demyx and Xigbar's dorm to get some of Demyx's clothes. When we were finished, Xigbar was put in his room and Demyx and I were allowed to return to my room by ourselves, and we were told not to go to our remaining classes. The office wanted to keep everything under wraps, so until a decision was made, our teachers were giving us our assignments personally.
That night, Demyx was quiet. I heard him tossing and turning hours after I had shut the lights off.
"Demyx," I said aloud. There was no acknowlegment, but I knew he was listening. I sighed. "I apoligize for having to put you through all of this. But it's to keep you safe. I will not allow you to go back to that room with him, do you understand?" Everything was quiet for a while. Then I heard Demyx move again, and saw his silouette sitting up. He turned the light on, looking at me blankly.
"Thank you," He said, coming over to me, hugging me. At first, I didnt know what sort of move to make. Then I found myself giving him the same affection, and soon enough, Demyx had fallen asleep. I did my best to lay him back down on the floor (he didnt want to sleep on the bed) before shutting the light off again to try and sleep.