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In an attempt of suicide, you somehow wound up in a league of cloaked warriors. They called themselves Nobodies, and seemed to have the goal of becoming whole once more. Seeing as you still had a heart, this goal was nothing to you, but the mysterious man your heart longed for was certainly enough to make you want to help them. Supposedly you were the key to their success, but would your own heart lead you to your demise?


20. Chapter 19

Demyx grumbled to himself and wandered the castle with an open cloak. He might have felt sorry for any passersby, due to the fact that he was only wearing boxers underneath the draping material, but he was too tired to care. So far you hadn't been in any places he would have expected you to be, so his search continued on.


The Melodious Nocturne was practically stumbling through the halls, staggering from side to side in fatigue. If it weren't for his hairstyle, if someone saw him from behind, they might assume it was Luxord coming back from one of his bar visits. Demyx had even checked the library, but you hadn't been there either.


Now he was making his way toward Saïx's room. He highly doubted you would be in a place of such authority, but needless to say, he would check anywhere. He entered the blue flames of the key-shaped arch.


Saïx's room looked peaceful under the dim glow of the moon outside his window. Rain fell in sheets outside, telling Demyx that you were obviously not going to be in your room. He walked the pathway that spiraled into a large dome. Saïx was resting upon a cot in the far corner.


"Hey, Saïx?" mumbled the water manipulator, stumbling into the round area. The blue-haired man's features were marred with a frown as he woke and sat up. Demyx took a step back, feeling intimidated by the fiery glow of the Luna Diviner's golden eyes. "Have you seen _(Name)_?"


"You mean lately?" He nodded groggily. Saïx frowned and gazed at the floor in thought. "Not that I am aware of. Why...is she missing?" He couldn't help but allow a smirk come to his lips.


"I just can't find her." Demyx shrugged and left the room. He figured you could be with Xemnas, so he made his way to the basement. He could teleport there if he wanted, but there was always the chance of meeting you in the halls.


When he got to Xemnas's cell, he did not dare wake The Superior. From what he could see, there was no trace of you even being there. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Ran his fingers through his hair...his pink hair. You were missing because he had yelled at you. It was his fault.


Had you run away? There were only a few places left to check. Luxord's room was one, which he hurried to look at just in case The Gambler of Fate was holding you captive and possibly raping you. He let out a sigh of relief when he didn't see you there, which was followed by another groan of annoyance.


He hadn't checked in Axel's room, but he doubted you'd be there either; Axel hardly ever allowed anyone in his room in the first place. But it was possible the firebug had seen you before your disappearance. Axel's room it was.


Demyx wandered from Luxord's room to the pyro's, becoming groggier each second. He almost walked into his room when having accidentally walked past Axel's archway. He gave himself a quick shake before stumbling into the blue flames.


"Man, does he keep this place warm," mumbled Demyx as he plodded around the dark room. "Ow!" His foot hit the side of a shelf near the wall. He could barely make out Axel's form sleeping on the bed.


Making his way over, the water manipulator stopped at the foot of the bed, silently wishing for some sort of light. The sight of another form made him frown. All he could see was two heads, and he was quite certain Axel only had one. Then again, he figured it might have been because he was so tired.


"Axel," he whispered loudly. Silence hung heavily in the room except for the average sounds of sleep. Was it just his imagination, or could he hear two breathing patterns? "Axel!" he whispered louder, this time getting a reaction from the pyro.


Axel stirred, inhaling deeply. He opened a jade eye sleepily and stared at the figure in front of him. Instantly torches around the room were lit with fire, and he found himself smirking at the pink hair on Demyx's head.


"Whazgoinon?" he mumbled, staying very still so as not to wake you. Demyx's eyes fell upon your sleeping form. It appeared as though he were trying to hold back some sort of temper tantrum...or maybe just tears? This made Axel's grin grow wider. It was quite clear Demyx was going through a jolt of jealousy.


"I see you found her," the water manipulator observed to hide his sudden reaction. "I...uh...just wanted to know." He started toward the door, but Axel called out to him.


"You know that stuff is washable?" Demyx glanced over his shoulder. "You sleep pretty hard. It wasn't difficult to just sneak up and spray that stuff in your hair."


"You did it?" he cried incredulously. Axel chuckled and shook his head. "You jerk! Because of you, I had to kick her out of my room!" whined Demyx.


"Sticks and stones, Fairyboy. Besides, you didn't have to kick her out of your room; you chose to. So she came to me...soaked to the core. Way to go." Demyx clenched his fists just as you began to squirm in Axel's arms. Your eyes fluttered open in surprise that there was lighting in the room.


"Well you didn't have to take her in and...and-!"




"Oh, you know what I'm talking about!" You raised your head at this and looked around the room, your gaze falling upon a red-faced Demyx. You blinked and shook your head. You weren't dreaming.


"Demyx?" you yawned lazily. He was already storming from the room, making your eyes widen in panic. "Excuse me, Axel," you said rapidly and slipped from the satin sheets. Axel stared after you as you ran after The Melodious Nocturne. He sighed and ran his fingers through his fiery locks. It seemed you weren't going to give up the pansy after all.


"Demyx!" you called after the blonde, sprinting toward him. He was heading toward the halls, sitar in hand. He was actually about to teleport himself to Twilight Town to fight some heartless and release some steam, but your voice stopped him in his tracks. He did not look at you, just froze and glared at the pipes along the walls. "Demyx," you panted, reaching his form.


He turned his head to the side slightly as to acknowledge your presence. You touched his shoulder lightly to get his attention, but brought your arm back immediately when the sitar vanished from his hand before he clenched his fists. You took a step backward in unease, your eyes wild with the same apprehension you were feeling in the pit of your stomach.


"It's not what you think," you murmured quietly. Demyx spun around, aqua eyes wild with disbelief. He gripped your shoulders and shook you. "Ow...Demyx, my shoulders...you're hurting me," you whimpered, but he didn't seem to hear your plea.


"Not what I think?" he yelled. "I walk in and find you in the arms of another man, and not just any man...Axel! I think that's pretty self-explanatory."


"Demyx, he was just keeping me warm."


"Don't lie to me! I'm not a fool. Axel doesn't just keep people warm. You two did something. You can't hide it from me." His chest was heaving with anger, and you gave him a hurt look and cradled your arms. He had let go of your shoulders, and you were now trying to ignore the stinging his hands had left. "If there was something going on, why didn't you just tell me?"




"I mean, you let me go on believing that you felt something for me, but I guess I'm just your toy. I mean nothing to you. I'm just some sort of...whore that you use and just get rid of." It was your turn to grip his shoulders and shake him.


"Demyx, look at me!" His eyes met yours, making you hesitate slightly. It was so easy to get lost in those aqua depths, but now they were burning with pain. Pain...you had hurt him. He wasn't really angry, he was so taken aback that you had supposedly gone behind his back and slept with another person. "I'm wearing clothes! Nothing happened!" You let go of him slowly, eyebrows bunched in worry.


His eyes traveled down your figure in examination. "But you could have dressed yourself before you-"


"I didn't have time," you urged. "I'm telling you, he was just keeping me warm." Your own irritability was rising at the fact that he continued to accuse you of something you were not guilty of doing. You reached up and cupped your hands around his cheeks. He looked at you with the innocence of a small child, as though he were lost and afraid. You sighed and smiled before giving him a hug.


"I hate you, you know that?" you murmured in his ear. His arms had wrapped around your waist with a protective embrace.


"Why?" he asked, his voice muffled by your hair.


"Because now that I'm awake, I won't be able to go back to sleep." He felt the same; the whole uproar had woken him, and adrenaline now pumped in his veins.


"Maybe that's a good thing," he mumbled, and you pulled away from him. He avoided your gaze by looking down in a diagonal fashion. You smiled and tilted his chin upward with two fingers.


"Why are you so protective of me?" you questioned, cocking your head to the side. He hesitated, frowning slightly.


"Because I care about you," he replied, speaking only half of the truth. "And I don't want you to get hurt." It was still only part of the whole truth, but he wasn't going to say what was really on his mind. You weren't ready for it.


"Get hurt?" you repeated curiously.


"If you and Axel..."


"Demyx." You sighed and shook your head, looking at the floor. He pulled you into another protective embrace, which you returned slightly. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes. There were so many thoughts going through your head, it was hard to comprehend. Who were you supposed to choose?

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