AN: Guess what, it's all Zexion/Demyx, and for some odd reason, more showers. I'm hoping this chapter will be liked more than the last. Enjoy the extra long Zemyx chapter.

Chapter Seven: Perfect Fit

Even after my tears had dried up I continued to lean against the bathroom door listening to Demyx's quiet sobbing on the other side. I had to fix what I'd done, but I didn't know how, which was quite disturbing for me. I knew how to do everything, I never struggled, and people always came to me for answers, but I didn't have an answer for myself. Hugging my moogle closer to me I buried my face in its soft fluff, and started to put myself in Demyx's place to better understand what I had done to upset him so greatly.

Okay, if I were Demyx, I spent most of yesterday contemplating my premature death, because I felt like I was drowning, in a very lengthy suicide note. In said note I describe myself as a nobody, as useless and someone not worth loving, among many other put downs. All of these horrible opinions about myself were very likely running through my mind as I disappeared yesterday to kill myself, but something happened. Something changed my mind, because I came back to school, at which point I found Axel and Zexion in the hallway. Though that didn't faze me much, the only thought in my head was that I had to escape. It didn't matter where; I just needed to get out.

So I get into my room and pack, but my boyfriend won't let me go. I'm obviously frightened when his temper rises because he's never acted this way before, but at the same time, I believe I deserve this treatment, because I see myself as a worthless piece of filth. But why do I feel this way about myself. It couldn't only be Axel, he wasn't that horrible. There has to be more behind Demyx's insecurities. If only I could figure out why he's like this. I let out a frustrated sigh. Why, why, why? I just want to help him. Even if I knew I'd never be able to hold him as a lover, I wanted to help him as a friend, as someone who truly cared for him.

So what assumption can I make from Demyx thinking he's worthless and me saying he doesn't deserve this treatment? Well he doesn't believe me, that much is obvious. Ugh…of course, it was that simple. Demyx thought I was lying to him and ever since Axel said those awful words to him, he's hurt ten times worse by every lie. I hurt him by telling him the truth, because Axel inadvertently taught Demyx that all good things are lies.

I threw my head back in frustration, slamming it into the door. After hissing in pain, I rubbed the throbbing lump, maneuvered myself onto my knees, and turned to face the door. I took my hand out of my hair, abandoning my attempt to sooth the dull ache in the back of my head, lifted it, and lightly tapped the detestable object separating me from Demyx. "Dems, can you please open the door?" I said. When I received no response I sighed and once again, leaned my back against the door.

I wish I knew how to make him believe me. It hurt so much to hurt him, and that's all I could ever do to him. I couldn't possibly say anything bad about him, so everything I say to him will hurt him, because of the way he thinks about himself. I guess I'd just have to teach him how wonderful he is. Once I get him aware of that fact, nothing I say will hurt him anymore. After several minutes lost in my thoughts, I heard a click from behind me, and slowly the door was cracked open.

"No more lies." Demyx insisted, with one eye peering through the small opening.

I nodded, "No more lies." Then my backrest was completely taken away when the door was pulled wide open. As soon as I was revealed to him, Demyx threw himself into my arms and cried. Not just cried, but completely balled, he let everything out. I pulled him in close to me, mashing my moogle between us. Once again I found one of my hands lightly rubbing Demyx's back and the other combing itself through his fluffy, and thanks to Axel, slightly tangled hair. We stayed like this for at least an hour, probably more. I wanted to give Demyx any comfort I could, and right now he needed a shoulder, and mine was the perfect fit.

"Where does it say that life has to hurt?" Demyx cried into my shoulder, "Why does my life hurt so much?"

"Demyx, no one says life is fair either." I said as thoughts of my mother filled my head.

"It feels like I'm the only one suffering. I feel so alone. I feel like Eleanor Rigby. And I feel like I deserve to die alone, just like her. I'm not happy, and that's a burden to everyone, so why should they have to deal with my pathetic life and death?"

"Demyx," I grabbed both sides of his face, frightening him, but he could deal with it. He'll find out soon enough that I'm not trying to hurt him; I just want to see his eyes. "You. Are. Not. A. Burden. And you aren't' the only one hurting Demyx, I understand what you're talking about completely. I think the same thing every day. But you're not alone, I'm not alone, we have each other, and neither of us deserves to die alone. Dems, my mom has always told me that one cannot know happiness without having suffered."

"But Zexion, what if the suffering never ends for some of us? What if some of us are meant to live the life of Eleanor Rigby? Picking up rice in a church, after the non-Eleanor people have just celebrated, and looking out our windows watching the normal people living their happy little lives while we need to keep a face by the door to hide our true selves from everyone. What if that suffering doesn't end for some people?"

"It has to end…" If the suffering didn't end…My mom didn't deserve this, she had to have a happy ending after suffering so much. What is the point of being alive, of existing if all you ever do is suffer? It has to end, it just has to.

"You don't sound very confident." Demyx murmured.

"But I'm hopeful."

"Hope leads to disappointment." I dropped Demyx's face and pulled him into a hug to keep him from seeing my silent tears. Inside my chest, my heart was writhing in pain. It knew exactly what Demyx was feeling. I pretended to hope things would get better, but in truth, I too felt I'd die alone. I wanted to believe things could get better, because that would mean my mother's suffering may end. But in all honesty I was preparing myself, if it were even possible, for what I knew was coming. "Zexion, did you read my suicide note?"

"Yes." I said quietly, willing my tears away. Demyx squeezed me tighter and buried himself into my chest, making it difficult, but not impossible, to hear him.

"I feel like I'm drowning again, like the sea is pulling me down." Demyx wept. "Zexy, I'm just so tired, I don't feel like holding myself up anymore. I just want to give in."

"I'm here Dems, when you're tired, I will hold you, when you feel like giving up, I will strengthen you, Demyx, I am here. I'm your life raft keeping our head above water. Should you ever fall the arms that catch you will be mine. These hands," I indicated my hands by griping Demyx tighter, "Will be the hands that remove that greedy sea from your body. This man, Demyx, I will bring you to shore, where the sea can never touch you again." It would be my only goal in life, to keep Demyx above that treacherous sea and bring him to safety.

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"This man, Demyx, I will bring you to shore, where the sea can never touch you again." Zexion declared next to my ear and I wanted to cry. Could it actually be that Zexion wasn't lying when he said such touching things to me? Did he really care about me, enough to save me? He went out of his way to play along with my metaphor. And he must understand what I meant by it, he knew what I meant about Eleanor Rigby. Does that mean he understands me?

"Can you really do that Zexy?" I asked, hoping he could. I didn't want to be drowning anymore. I wanted to wake and be happy, rather than wake up afraid of what horrendous thing would befall me today. I wanted to be happy, but I didn't know how to be. Was it possible for Zexion to teach me?

"Have I ever failed at anything?" Zexion responded, and then added, "Other than becoming second chair. Although, I don't see that as a failure, the seat was rightfully yours."

I couldn't help it, and I didn't know why, but I found Zexion's words amusing. I buried my face back into his chest, attempting to muffle my loud laughter. Maybe I was going insane; a few too many screws must have come loose. I just couldn't stop laughing, and it seemed as though I was crying as well. What the hell is wrong with me, who cries sad tears while they're laughing? How did my life get so fucked up? Where did I go wrong? Before long my hysterical laughter died away, leaving me with just my tears and I was gripping Zexion way too tight. I think I was holding him harder than Axel had gripped my shoulder last night.

When my tears finally slowed down I realized that I had been crying for most o the morning on Zexion. Why would anyone want to do that for me? He was being so patient, so comforting to me, without any personal gain for himself. He was just being nice. He allowed me to keep my head buried in his chest, while he rested his cheek on the top of my head gently humming, and traced lines down my back, sending tingling sensations all the way to my finger tips. It felt so good sitting here in Zexion's arms that I never wanted to leave, but I'm sure I was getting quite annoying. And, what the hell am I thinking. I have no right enjoying being in Zexion's arms when I just broke up with Axel. No wonder Axel hates me. I'm having feeling for someone else not even twenty-four hours after breaking up with the love of my life. I'm not only worthless, I'm a whore. I'm disgusting. I'm grotesque and filthy, and I'm, I'm…I need a shower. That'll temporarily wash the filth away and allow me time to think.

"I'm going to take a shower." I mumbled and Zexion lifted his head from the top of mine and raised his hand. I jerked away and closed my eyes before I felt his light touch move some hair out of my face and wipe away a few lingering tears.

"I'm coming with." He said softly before grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet. I still hadn't' opened my eyes. I was too scared that I'd find anger in those beautiful dark blue orbs. There's no way he wouldn't be angry. I'd made him miss his morning class because my life was falling apart. Building up my courage, I finally opened my unwilling eyes and was amazed to find nothing but kindness in those beautiful globes. I smiled, like it was a reflex, and in return Zexion gave me one of his rare smiles. "Let's go Dems."

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I started to become slightly concerned for Demyx's sanity when he started laughing uncontrollably and even more so when that quickly changed into a mixture of laughing and crying, soon followed by irrepressible weeping. His life was completely falling apart, and he doesn't know how to fix it. How had I missed this, how did I not realize how bad things were for him? Why had I never been to his house? Could something there possibly contribute to all of this? I imagine that he's thinking about losing Axel, in his eyes the only man who'd ever loved him, and the fact that he lost his will to live, but there had to be more, more that I couldn't find. There had to be a hurricane tearing apart his head right now.

Eventually, I rested my head on top of his; keeping him close to me and giving him any comfort possible. My hand continually ran up and down his spine, while my chest slowly rose and fell next to his face, every now and then I would hum a piece of music we'd written together, all in an attempt to ease his never ending pain. I watched the clock as my 8:00AM class rolled by and continued to hold Demyx through his melt down. I'd do this all day if he needed me to. Hell, I'd do it my entire life if that's what he required.

Finally, Demyx's crying slowed and his breathing returned to normal, though his head held its place against my chest and his hand continued to cling to me. After a few minutes of silent breathing he mumbled in a barely audible voice, "I'm going to take a shower". I lifted my head from his, mildly missing the feeling of his hair against my cheek, so that he could move. When he finally left my chest and met my eyes I my hand, only to have him flinch away once again. It was so sad to see him do this. While his eyes were closed and he coward away from me I continued my actions and wiped the hair out of his face, then got rid of the few remaining tears.

"I'm coming with." I informed Demyx in a soft voice. Then I lightly grasped his hands and pulled him to his feet, slightly frowning at the fact that his eyes were still shut. I watched him silently as he fought an inner battle before finally opening his beautiful aqua eyes. When a smile spread across Demyx's face, I couldn't help the reflexive smile that came to my face, "Let's go Dems."

After both of us grabbed clean clothes and bathroom necessities, I lead Demyx out of my dorm and into the community bathroom down the long hallway. When I pushed open the door I was relieved to see we'd be the only two here. Although, honestly, if anyone was in here I would've just scared them away, I didn't want Demyx to have to deal people just yet. As I walked to the sinks Demyx made his way to the showers, walking with very slow and hesitant steps. It was like he was unsure of what to do in every aspect of his life. And I knew exactly what that was like, having been through it only a few years ago. Luckily, I'd been able to keep my suffering a secrets, much like Demyx had been able to keep his a secret from me. While I watched Demyx in the mirror I caught sight of my horrendous face. Good God, I looked like shit. I leaned over the sink, bringing myself closer to the mirror, so I could get a better view of my bruises. It's a good thing my hair was made to cover up half of my face, this was horrible.

I whipped around when I heard a whimper come from behind me. My eyes immediately landed on Demyx's shirtless body; however I had no time to ogle the utter perfection of his well defined muscles, before my eyes landed on his hand which was clutching his shoulder. Abandoning my place at the sink I began to walk towards Demyx, who was now removing his hand. Anger filled my entire being when four bruises were revealed on my love's shoulder.

As soon as I was within reaching distance my arms were wrapped around him in a tight embrace. It took every ounce of my strength not to kiss each bruise, especially with my lips in such close proximity of them. As it was, my hands were already covering his naked back.

How could Axel do this to him? I could never even imagine harming Demyx in any way, but Axel had left marks, his fingers had bruised my Demyx. I mean Demyx, he bruised Demyx, not my Demyx, Demyx isn't mine, despite my desires. I could almost kill him for this, if I didn't know he was suffering as well. "What did I do Zexy, what did I do to deserve this life?"

"Nothing Dems." I answered as Demyx rested his head on my shoulder, "Demyx you deserve so much more, so much better." And then, almost like magnets I couldn't control, my lips lightly brushed across each bruise, attempting to heal the tender marks.

oOo

I placed my towel, clothes, and other belongings on a bench at glanced at Zexion. He was examining the damage done to his face. When I was sure I was in no danger of Zexion seeing my disgusting fat, I began to peel my shirt off. However while I was pulling it off of my left shoulder I felt a dull pain burst through my shoulder and let out a small whimper. I dropped the shirt to the floor and my hand covered the area that was emitting the awful ache. After recovering from the shock of it, I hesitantly began to lift my hand, one finger at a time, so I could peek at the four round bruises on my shoulder. Axel's hand was imprinted on me in the exact place he had grabbed me yesterday. If I had anymore tears to cry I would've. This will be a constant reminder, for the next week, of what happened between us.

Then unexpectedly, I felt Zexion tightly wrap is arms around me and lay his head on my injured shoulder, after suddenly appearing in front of me. Oh God! He's gonna see all my fat, his hand are gonna get lost in the pounds of flab encasing my body. He can't be doing this; I don't want him to see this…thing. Ugh, why am I so disgusting. I wish I was beautiful, I wish I could actually be worthy of Zexion's gaze, of his touch, of his lo-, no, no one could ever love me. I'm getting carried away. Why isn't he walking away from me yet? Isn't he disgusted yet, his hands are touching it? But still, he was holding onto me, to all the sickening fat and I couldn't help but feel wonderful, with his arms around me.

This was the best I'd felt in years. And not just because Zexion's naked skin was pressed against my own, but because of his comforting energy soaking into me. He had the amazing ability to take all my worries, all my pains away, and I didn't want it to end. He almost made me feel like I deserved more. However, I know the truth; I am worthless and deserve nothing. But why do I deserve nothing, what did I do? I want to fix it. If I fix it, I may be able to become worthy of Zexion. "What did I do Zexy, what did I do to deserve this life?"

"Nothing Dems." He answered and I allowed my head to fall to his shoulder, "Demyx you deserve so much more, so much better." He spoke so gently it was like he was mimicking a hum to lull me to sleep. My eyes had even started to become heavy and I was about to give into my much needed sleep, then I felt his soft lips and warm breath sweep across my shoulder.

My eye lids were no longer heavy, they were wide open. I was completely awake as I took in the sensation of Zexion's lips against my skin. Momentarily, all thoughts of worthlessness were gone, and all I could think or feel, or anything…all that existed, was me and Zexion. There was no bathroom, no college, no Axel, just me and Zexion, in this moment, just the two of us and the magic of his kisses. I wrapped my arms around his thin lightly muscled body and pulled him closer to me, so close that we were almost molding into one form.

His lips were now moving up my neck and I kept my eyes closed, afraid that opening them may take this moment away. Feeling as though I couldn't breathe, my fingers were digging into Zexion's back as he sent shivers throughout my body. I never want this to end, but I knew he'd find something repulsive about me if his hands and mouth continued exploring like this. But if felt so good, so inviting, so right, that I could almost imagine he liked me, and I wanted to keep the illusion going for as long as possible.

My breathing hitched as his mouth made its way down my jaw. Just as he was about to reach my awaiting lips, I felt him pull away, straining against my arms, "I'm sorry Demyx." He whispered, still attempting to escape the pile of worthless filth that is me. He'd finally come to his senses, the illusion was over, and I wanted to cry. As I lowered my head I let my arms fall allowing him to leave me. I felt so empty, so lost, and incomplete without his arms around me. But he'd finally found something wrong with me, not that it's difficult. It's just that, I was beginning to think he may be blind to my flaws, but he's not. He'd found it, the thing he couldn't stand, and it was only right to release him, even though I wanted to hold him forever. When I lifted my head again I was shocked to see Zexion still standing in front of me, he hadn't left. At least, he hadn't completely left me.

Then I saw his hand, one of the hands that had been holding me so tenderly just moments ago, raise and reach towards my face. I lifted my hands to protect my face and cringed away; I'd angered him. Of course I had, I tempted him, and I shouldn't have. From looking in mirrors, I know the exact disgust that must have overcome him when he saw what he was kissing. But even as I recoiled, his hand moved forward, and instinctively I began to back away. I backed away from the seemingly stunned Zexion until my back hit the wall and I could go no further. I'd walked myself into a corner. With a frightened glance away from the wall, I caught sight of Zexion walking towards me again. No, why was this happening again?

I felt him sit down next to me and anticipated the coming pain. Rather than the fist I expected, I felt the light touch of Zexion's palm against my face, and his thumb gently rubbing away tears that I was unaware I had shed. "I'm sorry Demyx, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

"Didn't mean to do what?" I whispered in confusion.

"I was out of line." What was he talking about?

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My lips' first small brush against Demyx's skin was not enough, I wanted, no craved more. I didn't really know what I was doing, but it felt right, this felt right, and I needed it. I needed to taste every bit of skin, to breathe in his wonderful scent, and when he pulled me in closer to him, I felt his stomach and chest against mine, and I knew I needed to be even closer.

I allowed my fingers to explore every curve of Demyx's perfectly sculpted back, as my lips began to venture away from his shoulder, and my tongue tasted a trail up his neck enjoying every inch of skin. Then I finally made it to his jaw, and I slowly, painstakingly, made my way down it, bathing in the perfection of this moment. However, as I neared his mouth, I realized, I really had no idea what I was doing, and when I stopped to think about my actions, rather than simply allowing hormones to take over, I realized that Demyx had just broken up with Axel yesterday and he was still head over heals in love with him. He wouldn't want me. He probably felt violated. I just licked a path from his shoulder to his lips. What the hell was I thinking?! I was trying to help him; I shouldn't be taking advantage of him. I'm horrible.

I immediately tried to get away from the poor mistreated blond, but his arms were still around me. Placing my hands on his beautiful chest, I tried to push myself away from him, until finally I was released. "I'm sorry Demyx." I looked up at him, expecting to see relief, but what I found made me feel worse. Demyx had tears falling down his face. How could I do this to him? I was just as bad as Axel. I knew everything that was happening to him, I knew his life was falling apart, I knew he needed a friend, and still I went there. I let my desire control me, and now Demyx was crying. He probably felt raped. I'm such a fucking perverted asshole. My poor Demyx.

I lifted my hand to wipe away the damage I'd done, but as usual my blond cringed away from my touch and raised his arms in a defensive manner. However, unlike the normal turn of events, I continued to move my hand forward, determined to fix what I had done. Seeing him cry made me want to die, especially because it was my fault. And seeing Demyx back himself into a corner to escape me, made me want to die a horribly painful and violent death.

I almost gave up. I thought seriously about leaving Demyx in peace. But I couldn't, I loved him too much. I wanted him to forgive me; at least I had t try to get him to forgive me, not that he should. I didn't deserve forgiveness for what I had done. It was completely insensitive and selfish. It was unforgivable. But because I had to try, I started walking towards Demyx. He had fallen to the floor and tears were still pouring out of his fearful eyes, though no sounds escaped his lips. Silently, I sat down beside him and watched as he tried desperately to fall through the wall. Then as light as possible, I placed my palm against Demyx's cheek and my thumb gently wiped away his tears, "I'm sorry Demyx, I'm really sorry." I tried to apologize but words could not express how bad I felt. "I didn't mean to do that."

"Didn't mean to do what?" Demyx whispered.

"I was out of line." I responded.

"What?" Demyx asked, completely confused.

"It was wrong of me to do that. It's just that I lo-, I…I don't know why I did it Dems. I didn't mean to take advantage of you, just after you've broken up with Axel. Please forgive me Dems, please say we're still friends. I won't do it again."

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"Please forgive me Dems, please say we're still friends. I won't do it again." Zexion begged. He thought he'd done something wrong? But I liked it? I wanted more; I want him to do it again, he left me. He left me because he was concerned about what I wanted? He…he thought I didn't like it. He cared about…me? Axel never concerned himself with how I felt, but Zexion was beating himself up over nothing because he cares about my feelings. I thought Axel cared too, how can I tell if Zexion is any different?

"Its okay Zexy, we're still friends." I consoled my blue haired companion. It was best if we stayed friends anyway. Zexion may not know it now, but I'm no good for him. He needs someone as amazing as him, and I'm not that person. As much as I want him, I know what will happen in the end, and I can't do that again.

"Really?" He asked quietly as his soft hands left my face. He looked so sad. It was like he was upset because he thought he'd done something wrong to me. Why does he care so much? People don't care about how their actions affect others, but he's so upset. I hadn't seen him show this much emotion since I walked in on him and Axel in the hallway. They had been talking about Zeixon not being able to tell someone he loved him. So what was it that he couldn't tell me? Never mind, it's none of my business.

"Yeah Zexy, we're friends, best friends." I spoke as I wrapped my arms around him again. "Please don't leave me, I need you." I mumbled into his neck.

"Never, I need you too Dems." Zexion said, but I could swear I heard him add, "More than you know." Unfortunately Zexion also had the ability to speak so quietly you could never be sure if he was actually making sound or just moving his lips. "Okay Dems, let's take our showers, then we'll meet everyone in the cafeteria, and we're skipping our classes today."

"But you've never missed a class before?"

"It doesn't matter, you, me, we're doing something, but it's not gonna be school."

"Thank you Zexy." I said as I used the wall to help myself stand up, and then walked into a shower stall. Once I was in between the safe confines of the tiled walls I closed the curtain and stripped my pants and boxers off. I still didn't want Zexion to see me. He already saw my fat stomach; he didn't need to see my legs and ass too. I turned the water on, bringing it to the perfect temperature, and soon after I started soaking my hair, I heard Zexion do the same in another stall.

I was so relieved that I wouldn't be going to class today, but it was quite nerve-wracking to be thinking about going to the cafeteria. Axel would probably be there, and I didn't know how he'd react to seeing me. All of our other friends would be there as well. None of them knew. As far as anyone was concerned, Axel and I are still together, struggling but together. Only Axel and Zexion know that I attempted to kill myself yesterday. I didn't want everyone to know about my little adventure. What if either Axel or Zexion told everyone? This wouldn't be a problem had I not failed yesterday. Now I have to worry about everyone finding out about me jumping off a cliff.

I felt my chest constricting as it became difficult for me to breath. I knew no one thought highly of me, I was a very weak person after all. But if they all knew about what I had tried to do, everyone would know just how fucked up I am. They'd be given the equipment they need to see past my mask. All my years of perfecting that shield would be thrown down the drain, just like the dirty water disappeared through the holes in the floor.

As my worries continued to grow my breathing became more and more difficult. My hands and fingers were tingling, my chest was aching, and even though there was steaming water crashing down on me I felt cold. Finally, in a moment of faintness, I crashed to the floor of the shower and struggled to catch my breath as steam filled my throat. It was useless; everyone was going to find out. There was nothing I could do. The tiny bit of life that I still had left was gone.

After minutes of feeling as though I may die, my breathing returned to normal and I was able to calm down enough to push away all of my worrisome thoughts, for now. I finished up my shower in silence, slightly shaking from the attack, and by the sounds of it, Zexion had already finished. When I was satisfied with my cleanliness I turned the water off. Then I realized I'd left my clothes and towel on a bench. The only way I could get to them would be to allow Zexion to see me in all my disgustingly flabby glory. I was stuck here. Once again, I felt my chest constrict as panic set in.

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I almost looked up when I heard Demyx turn the shower off but I'd already figured out that he was very self conscience about his body, so I forced my eyes back down to the text of the book that I had brought with me. After reading three more paragraphs I finally looked up. Demyx still hadn't opened the curtain and I was beginning to worry. With a quick glance around the room I soon discovered the problem.

Placing my book on the bench I was sitting on, I stood up and grabbed Demyx's towel and clothes. Then I walked over to the shower Demyx resided in, leaned my back against the wall, and looked away as I slowly slid my hand, holding the fluffy blue fabric, behind the curtain. It didn't take long for the item to be snatched out of my hand like a starving monkey grabbing a piece of food and running away with it. Hmm…maybe I watch too much Discovery channel.

Next I carefully held his fresh clothes behind the curtain and Demyx grabbed these with much less urgency. When I knew he had all of his garments tucked away with him in the shower, I walked back to my bench, crossed my legs as I sat down, and continued reading as I gave Demyx as much privacy as I could.

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What was I going to do? I couldn't stay here all day, well I could, but I don't' want to, Zexy said we have plans. While I was panicking, I heard Zexion's feet slap across the floor. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. He can't see me. I backed into a corner of the shower and tried to cover myself as much as possible. Why does this type of shit always have to happen to me? I know Axel resented the fact that I'm not as beautiful as him, and I don't want Zexion to see the full extent of my grotesqueness.

As I contemplated how I would get out of this situation, I heard the scratch of the steel curtain rings sliding across the aluminum shower bar, and my heart raced in fear. But it was all for naught. I could see Zexion's multi-blue colored hair, not his face; he was looking away, respecting my unspoken wishes. My eyes followed a path down his arm and I found my salvation in a fluffy blue towel. My hand quickly darted out and tore the material from his hand, before I rapidly wrapped it around myself, with my shaking hands. Then, without looking at me, Zexion maneuvered my clothes into his hand, and held them out to me. Since I wasn't so frightened about being seen this time, and decided to just trust Zexion not to look, I grabbed my clothes with much less force. As I pulled my boxers up with one hand and held my clothes and towel with the other, I watched Zexion walk away, without even the tiniest glance at me. This only made me love him so much more for giving me that much respect. He was just so wonderful, why couldn't I be a better person for him?

I quickly pulled on the rest of my clothes and slowly moved the curtain as I crept out of the shower, making my way towards Zexion, who was reading a book called "Without Conscience". Zexion's caring and patient eyes peered over the book, watching me sit down next to him. "Thank you." I mumbled as I stared into the hands residing in my lap. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zexion nod in response.

"Come on Dems. We'll drop our stuff off at our dorm then head to the cafeteria." I nodded my agreement and we both stood up.

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Both the walk to the dorm and to the cafeteria was completely silent. I couldn't be sure, but I thought Demyx was nervous about seeing our friends. If I knew Demyx, and I believe I do, he doesn't want anyone to know he tried to kill himself. I would take his secret to the grave that I was sure of. I'd never betray him.

As we walked through the doors of the cafeteria Demyx stopped dead in his tracks. I followed his eyes to the spot he was staring down. Not only was Axel already here, he brought Roxas as well.

AN: The scene with Zexion molesting Demyx was completely unplanned but I liked how it turned out, so I left it. I hope this chapter makes up for the last one. Sora is probably going to be introduced in chapter 8.

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