A/N: I'm back baby! Sorry it took so long. I had to collect all my thoughts and write them down so I don't have something that contradicts. I'd like to thank TheKeeperofKingdomHearts1 for letting me vent my story to her. Yay! Anyway, I got through this chapter with a little help of a frozen pastry called... MINIATURE ECLAIRS. Nomnomnom. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters, but I do own MY characters (I keep forgetting to do this) Luis, Celia, Eric blah blah blah.
"I don't understand..." Demyx asked with eyes full of hurt, "You want me to leave...?" He was seventeen and lived in a small town in the south. He's never been outside of this town, not even once. He wouldn't know how to handle himself in such a big world.
"I'm saying that if you want to keep living here, you have to break up with," Eric, his older brother, wasn't able to say the word. It burned in the back of his throat like bile, "boyfriend before Mom and Dad get back from their mission!" He accepted his brother, but his Mom and Dad wouldn't. In their world you grow up, get married, and join the military. After that you get a successful career, support your parents, and are well involved with church. If they find out that Demyx is still dating Zexion then who knows what would happen. He had to look out for his baby brother, no matter what. He wasn't the bad guy. He had done everything he could to protect Demyx. Eric remembers the way the local teenagers threw rocks at Demyx and Zexion and how Demyx came home crying. Eric couldn't take this anymore.
"I'm not breaking up with Zexion." Demyx said sternly. Eric sighed and hid a smile behind his lips.
"I knew you would say that." Eric pulled his brother into a hug. They both had blonde hair, but Eric's was kept pristine in army cut, unlike his brothers that was gelled into some odd mullet. Demyx fit underneath his brother's chin. "Here's my months pay." Eric said. Demyx hesitated to take the money, but Eric placed it in his brother's sweaty palms. "I want you to go to Aunt Tifa's house."
"But what if-"
"I already called and asked her. She understands and said they're more accepting in Twilight Town. I don't want you to get picked on Demmy, I love you. I want you to know that I'm always here for you. Even if you're..." Eric trailed off.
"Gay" Demyx laughed through tears, "Don't worry, you'll get use to it."
"I hope so." Eric hugged his brother again, tears threatening to break through to the surface
"And Eric..." Demyx mumbled into his brother's torso.
"Yes?"
"Thank you," Demyx took a deep breath, "Thank you so much!" Eric could feel Demyx's smile. They both heard the door open and Demyx peered over Eric's shoulder. "Zexion!" he squealed toward boy clothed in black. Zexion flipped his dark blue hair out of his face so he could get a better view of his boyfriend. Demyx ran towards the boy until he noticed the duffel bag that rested at Zexion's feet. There was an aroma of old books and cologne in the air. The smell of Zexion, Demyx inhaled. "Why do you have all these books...?"
"Well you're not going to Twilight Town alone, you'd get lost." Zexion sighed. Demyx turned toward his brother.
"Y-You even called Zexion?" Demyx asked Eric.
"And I got everything ready. I felt it would take this long. Mom and Dad will be home tomorrow, so hurry up and go." Before he could even blink Demyx was back downstairs with a small suitcase. "Bye baby brother. Call me whenever you can, I love you." Eric waved from the broken front porch. Surrounding him was dead grass and lawn ornaments that were strewn across the lawn like unwanted toys. Their air conditioners humming filled the air. The sun beamed down upon the couple as the made their way into the car.
"I love you too!" Demyx shouted out the car window as he watched his brother become a small dot on the horizon. The view was now replaced with a sea of yellow cornfields. Occasionally, Demyx would see a small house, completely taken over by kudzu. Right now, Demyx's happiness was kudzu. It seeped into his foundation and threatened to take over his whole being.
When they finally arrived in Twilight Town, Zexion was exhausted and had a terrible headache. Demyx had talked the whole entire time. He was still talking when Demyx's aunt opened the door. She had lovely black hair that reached her shoulders and was wearing a dark blue sundress with high tops. She looked wonderful minus the devastation etched across her face.
"Demyx, I'm so happy you got here safe." She smiled weakly and gave her nephew a hug.
"Is something wrong?" Demyx worried. Tifa looked at the ground. "Aunt Tifa...?"
"Let's go sit down." They made their way in the living room. "The police called a few hours ago... You're brother..." she broke into tears and cradled her face in her hands. "He was in a fight with your father and your father threatened to kick him out so he walked outside and it escaladed and, and, and Eric took a step back when a car was coming and... he's dead, Demyx, he's dead!" She sobbed. Tears began to form in Demyx's eyes as Tifa made her way over to Demyx's arms.
"Did they find out who did it...?" Demyx squeaked out. He knew just about everyone in that small town.
"They just drove off!" Tifa's whole body convulsed with sadness. Who could do such a thing, especially to his brother? His brother loved everyone so much and even fought for his country. Why were people so cruel?
Weeks passed by and Demyx turned eighteen. He took business classes and worked at a small phone store. He wanted to be the manager. Zexion worked at the library in the reference section. He didn't get that much positive feedback but he got paid. They decided to meet up in the park. They both sat on the bench, holding hands and watched the doves flock around bread crumbs. The lush green was interrupted by sidewalks filled with busy people walking to destinations unknown. A fountain dribbled in the background as a red head dominated the sidewalk. His chains clanged against each other as he sat down next to the gay couple on the bench.
"Haven't seen your faces anywhere, where are you from, what's your story?" The red head asked nonchalantly.
"None of your business" Zexion stated, studying the pigeons.
"Oh Zexy," Demyx playfully teased, "he's not going to hurt us. I would feel better if I knew your name though."
"Axel Rivera. What's yours? Wait I got it, you're Zexy?" Axel pointed to Zexion and laughed.
"No he's Zexion and I'm Demyx." The joked clearly went straight over Demyx's head. "My brother said we would better off here. He wanted what's best for us." Demyx stared at a pigeon trying to steal a bread crumb from the grass.
"Did something happen to your brother?"
"He got hit by a car a couple weeks ago... We still don't know who did it."
"If I find that guy, I'll simply murder him the way he murdered Eric." Zexion added in.
"I hate people like that."Axel grunted and lit a cigarette. "That's why I love my job. Why do you guys do?"
"I work at the phone store and I'm taking business classes at the local college, and Zexion works at the library."
"Are you really happy there?" Axel breathed out, replacing the air with smoke. Demyx was taken aback by this question. He didn't know anyone who would be so blunt to a stranger.
"No..." Demyx said, "I mean, I don't know about Zexion but I love my job and everything, but, uh," Demyx sighed, "it doesn't make me feel complete."
"I'm not fond of mine. It's terrible and everyone's intelligence level is below mine."
"Well I have a proposal, start working with me. We need a business man and some more intelligence. It is better pay than what you get now." Axel handed over a card and got up, "Oh by the way, you better make up your mind soon, the phone number changes every week." He walked off. Demyx looked at it. It said 'Organization XIII' and had a phone number in small black print.
"You do know that's the gang of mercenaries, right?" Zexion was picking up all his stuff and getting ready to leave.
"Let's do it." Demyx said determined. Zexion stopped was he was doing and stared at the blonde that he had now deemed insane. "When they find out who killed Eric, we can kill him. Zexion," he turned towards the boy next to him, "I want to do this. You even said you don't like where you work."
"Okay." Demyx grasped Zexion's face and pulled him into a kiss. No one around them stared.
oOoOo
They were all at the kitchen table again. Axel was nervous. Why was he nervous? Why did he feel like he knew Roxas? He was confused and tired.
"Can we just please, make up our minds, I have important things to tend to." Xemnas said walking in with his glasses perched on the tip of his nose.
"We should just kill him." Xigbar said.
"Yeah, that'd be much easier. What else would we do?" Vexen added. He was spinning a pen on top of the table. Fluorescents hummed above them as the refrigerator began to make ice.
"I don't think we should kill him, maybe we should just let him go." Marluxia said flipping through a magazine. It had a woman dressed in a sequin gown on the front. Airbrush strokes tried to cover this woman's beauty. Marluxia overlooked it.
"He'll go to the police. Plus, he has nowhere to go." Zexion observed his hand as words crossed the room. It seemed like the words were just bouncing off the walls and coming back to the table.
"Guys! This isn't a dog. This is a human!" Axel pounded his fists on the table.
"You didn't think that way about Kairi." Vexen spat, earning a glare from Axel.
"This is different. I feel like I know-"
"How is that different! Kairi was your cousin!" The older gentleman interrupted Axel.
"It just is!" Axel sent his words through the air, hoping Vexen would get it. Vexen wouldn't get it. Vexen was a piece of shit that only cared about himself.
"Why doesn't he join the Organization?" Demyx piped in, trying not to be the one that makes the fists start flying. "It is full of people that are hurt and want to find piece, right? I know that sounds cheesy, but Roxas is hurt! He has no place to go. We should be his home!" Demyx grew happier, feeling that he, himself, was a genius for coming up with this idea and solving all the problems. Xemnas had a face of thought. Axel smiled at Demyx warmly.
"No, he needs to die." Saix broke his silence. "It won't work. He's been kidnapped, he won't want to stay and he'd run away at any chance he'd get."
"I don't think so, Saix." Xemnas met Saix's stare, "Demyx was right. The Organization is where he should stay. I don't want to kill innocent. We did that once, and I regret it." Xemnas' eyes met Axel's, which glossed over in shame. They both knew they had too. "Roxas shall join the Organization."
"You can't-"
"Fine, let's have a vote. Everyone in favor," Xemnas asked.
"Aye" Demyx, Zexion, Axel, and Luxord said all together.
"Everyone against," Saix seemed like he was challenging Xemnas.
"Nay" this word came from Xigbar, Xaldin and Vexen, rather bitterly.
"Lexaeus and Marluxia, you didn't answer." Saix barked. Lexaeus answered this with a quick 'no'. It all depended on Marluxia.
"Oh, don't be a piece of shit, Saix; let the kid join so aye, or whatever." Marluxia said, still preoccupied with his magazine.
"Well, looks like we're done here. Someone inform Roxas and if he's not willing," Xemnas sighed, "we know what to do." He went back to his desk in the other room and sat down.
oOoOo
"Hey Roxas, I'm back." Axel walked in the dusty room where the small boy resided. Roxas was back to being handcuffed to the radiator.
"Go away." Roxas hissed. He was upset. Axel shouldn't have hugged him. That was taken advantage, but then again Roxas shouldn't have hugged back.
"Taking it out on me won't get you out of the situation you're in." Roxas grunted and looked at Axel. Roxas' eyes were bloodshot and underneath hung purple bags of sleep. Axel sat down next to Roxas, "Tell me your story."
"Why?" Roxas looked up at him with eyes full of hate.
"Because I said so, got it memorized? I'm not the one in handcuffs; I'm the one who has the key." Axel waved the object in front of Roxas. Roxas was quiet for a moment then spoke.
"My dad died when I was five. He died from a fire. After that my mother started acting different. She started marrying a lot of men and I feel like she kept trying to push me to the side. Besides that, nothing bad has ever happened, except this. This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. My mother doesn't want me..." he held back his tears, "and my step-father hated me enough to put a ransom on me. And now all the emotion I feel is sadness and anger." Axel took all of this in and carefully evaluated what he was going to say next. He had to make Roxas think that it was his own choice that he was going to join the Organization. Roxas sat there staring at the dust particles that floated in the air around him. He wished he was in the air. Having not one thing to worry about and being able to float around all day. He wouldn't have feelings. He wouldn't even have to think.
"Roxas, what do you think the Organization is?" Axel questioned.
"I think it's a bunch of assholes that do everyone's dirty work for them." Roxas sneered. Axel returned with a chuckle.
"The Organization is full of people who want to get rid of the villains of the world. Sometimes, we help the villains, and sometimes we are the villains. But, there's always that one person that makes us feel like we are the heroes, whether it be someone who hired us to get rid of a step-father that beats them or helping someone that got everything taken from them." Axel looked genuinely happy remember all the good people he had ever helped.
"You helped Luis." Roxas spat.
"You have to do bad to do good." Axel simply stated, "You found out the truth about your mother." Roxas did nothing. He didn't know how to respond. "So, I can let you go and you'll have nowhere to stay, because when your mother said no, Demyx made you legally dead. Everybody has already attended the funeral." Roxas looked up at him in disbelief.
"That's impossible!"
"Not when you know the right people." Axel poked at his own shoes.
"Then what am I supposed to do!"
"You can join the Organization. Have a place to live, people to be near, and quite possibly get your revenge on Luis." Roxas hesitated with a reply. Axel had him.
"How...?" Everything was happening so fast for Roxas. Thoughts whirled around in his head and felt like they were trying to escape with every breath, every move he made.
"We all know he's not going to pay his money and if you join the Organization..." Axel trailed off, leaving the rest to Roxas' imagination. Axel has always been the persuasive type. Roxas was imagining killing Luis. He was picturing the look on that greasy man's face as Roxas watched him take his last breath. Roxas wanted this. But murdering is wrong. Murdering was for villains... but murdering for good was for heroes. Luis was a villain. This meant if Roxas killed Luis, he would be a hero. They both sat in silence.
"Okay..." Roxas said quietly, "I'll join, but I still hate you. I still hate everyone. I'm not doing this for anyone but myself."
"I understand. Welcome to Organization XIII, Roxas Torres." Axel smirked.
A/N: Mmmm yes. So, what did ya think? I really want to know. Criticism is accepted with grace (because I'm a lady.) Have anyone noticed that my chapters have been getting longer, because I have. Heh. See you cool cats next time. In the wonderful, wonderful land of Katanarama-opolis.