Welcome Back to the Darkness

Once a heart is consumed in darkness, it breaches a point of confusion. Should it fade into nothingness, or should it leave something behind? Feelings are not omitted, and love carries on into the next division, but can it last in someone who is not meant to exist? Can it begin to return if another heart triggers it? Upon your return to Organization XIII, you've soon found that a battle of emotions has become a battle for survival. Which of your newly made "friends" will be your savior in the darkness? ---Please review!!! *Sequel to Welcome Back to the Truth [Highly suggested you read the first one before this][Familiarity for KH2]


22. Chapter 22

"...Zexion, I'm a fucking whore."


"You're just figuring this out now?" came a response from the best next to yours. You turned your head on your pillow and fixed him with a fierce gaze.


"You're supposed to inquire as to why I am calling myself a whore, and then assure me it's all in my imagination. Holy Mother of Keyblade...what kind of friend are you?"


"The kind you slept with. Therefore, I do not need to ask why you presume yourself to be of such scandalous nature. Evidently, you consider yourself to be due to the fact that you slept with Demyx how many times back in the other Castle Oblivion, advanced on Axel multiple times, and now you make your bed with yours truly. I would be considering you a whore, too."


"Zexion!" Your jaw hung agape as you stared at the bookworm, aghast that he would say such a thing.


"Xevia," he replied calmly, now turning to face you as well. Those piercing aquamarine eyes, both visible due to his lying position, sent immediate shivers down your spine and proceeded to make goosebumps crawl up your skin. When you gave no follow-up to his spoken name, he went further to state, "however, I do not think you are; I shall merely go by the belief that the heart is a confusing and complex possession, and you were simply lost along your way. If...that is what you choose to think, also?"


His eyes sought yours, and you began to understand what he was trying to say. Zexion was questioning whether or not you considered him to be the final chapter of your journey. In other words, your last love. Your forever.


"I certainly think I was lost along my way," you agreed, not giving a definite answer to his real curiosity. More than likely, the young man would have caught the brush-off you gave him, but he made no further mentioning of it. "It's over now though; nothing to worry about, right?" You flashed him a smile, but it quickly faded as his eyebrows creased.


"I'm not so certain it is. Axel is still a problem. However, I do not wish to address you on this. I am confident you will do whatever you think is best." You turned your head and looked at the ceiling. What were you going to do about Axel? He had always been a secondary to your affairs; something to fall back on. A little heat on the side of the main course.


Your room arrest was still active, and you were bored as ever. Zexion had been kind enough to place a few simple games on the computer, such as Snake and Pong. Those games could only do so much though, and you'd already read through his entire collection of books. You had no idea how long Xemnas intended to keep this thing up, but a week seemed to really be pushing it.


Since your episode with The Cloaked Schemer in the hot tub, the two of you had had three more incidences throughout the week. This was mainly why you felt like such a dirty tramp; Axel would still steal kisses from you whenever Zexion was out on a mission, and still you couldn't keep your hands off of your roommate.


If he weren't so damned sexy...and cute...and smart... These were your consistent thoughts each time the situation crossed your mind. Heaving a huge sigh, you closed your eyes and took a walk down memory lane. The rolling waves on the shores of Destiny Islands...the wind playing in Zexion's hair...his teasing as you cowered away from the coconut trees in fear. You were right in your suspicions though; it wasn't unheard of to have a coconut fatality.


In your mind, the clear image of Zexion turned his head and smile at you, the light dancing in his eyes. There, once again, seemed to be a distant melancholy gleam, however. The picture flickered; a pair of jade eyes now gazed at you mournfully, all signs of happiness gone from Axel's visage. You reached your hand for his face as though to comfort him, but a rustling beside you made you stir from the slumber you had somehow reached somewhere in your daydreaming.


In the darkness, your eyes sought the source of the disturbance. Upon looking down, you noticed a burly arm wrapped tenderly around your waist. A solid form was pressed against your back, and soft breathing could be heard from behind you.


You turned your head to get a better look at the scene; Zexion had apparently decided that the separate beds would no longer due; he had pushed his against yours and settled himself beside you. The sheer innocence of his face in the very dim lighting made you melt. His eyes were closed, long dark eyelashes casting shadows upon his cheekbones.


When had all of this happened? When had you, somewhere along the way, fallen in love with this man? He had no real sense of adventure, hated dirtying his own hands, and spent the majority of his days filtering through research. No part of that screamed your type, and yet you found yourself tingling with affection at the mere sight of his face at rest.


Gently, you cradled his hand and lifted it to your mouth, where you kissed them before letting his arm fall once more. As you laid your head back on your pillow, you felt his lips press against the crook of your neck. He left a trail of feather-light pecks across your shoulder before taking a deep breath and settling in where he'd started.


"You don't come off as the cuddly type, Zexion," you said quietly with a snicker.


"And you don't come off as a woman who would waste her time devising ways to cause havoc, when she has a brain that would be better used for other things. And yet..."


"And yet I so enjoy being a nuisance," you finished. "Am I to guess you revel in cuddling?"




"Oh. Well then...why are you...?"


"I can feel your heartbeat when we're like this; it almost makes me remember having one."


"That's the only reason?" you questioned dryly.


"I didn't finish." There was a pause, in which you assumed he was glaring forward, as Zexion would. "When I feel your heartbeat like this, it's like we're one person." Another stretch of silence pursued this, but it was due to the fact that you were flying high on the buzz of romantic words having been spoken.


"Er..." You cleared your throat. "I'd say that makes a much better reason. Besides, I'm not complaining; this feels...nice, you sleeping next to me. I like it."


"Well, I'm afraid you shouldn't get too used to it."


"All right..." There was a note of disappointment in your voice, but it was not addressed. You settled in for comfort, resting your arm over his to secure it. Just as you began drifting back into sleep, his breath brushed past your ear.


"I'm going away for a little while, Xevia." Your eyes shot open, and you turned your head to get a look at him. "I will not be here when you wake."


"Wha...? Where are you going?"


"On a mission. It's a personal matter, so I would rather not explain my motives."


"Well now I don't want to go to sleep," you whined, attempting to roll over and fully face him. However, his arms held you in place.


"No; you must rest."


"How long will you be gone?"


"A few days at the least. Maybe a few weeks." At this, you made even more of an effort to turn your body. There was no getting past this guy; you failed once more. "Please, Xevia...rest. You're going to need it; group sparring is tomorrow."


"I'd rather be beaten bloody than sleep. How can you be so cruel? You choose tonight to lay beside me, only to tell me that when I awake, you will be gone."


"Would you prefer I woke you upon my departure?"


"Would you?" you asked hopefully. After feeling him nod, you exhaled and let your head fall back on the pillow.


"Now...get some sleep, or I'll knock you unconscious." Sadly, there was no humor in Zexion's voice, meaning he was entirely serious.


"My goodness; what a loving comment. Thank you for being such a delightful companion."


"Hush. Sleep. Now." You sighed and closed your eyes. The one thing about being woken is that if something alerts your brain, you can no longer go back to sleep as you once were. Therefore, it was Zexion's slow breathing that eventually led you back into a soft slumber.


Mere hours later, you were brought from said state by a pair of lips pressed against yours. You groaned, your eyes fluttering open. Zexion gazed down at you, his eyebrow raised expectantly. It took a moment for you to register what he wanted.


"Oh...you're leaving."


"What did you think it was?"


"Take a wild guess; what else do guys wake girls with a kiss for?" You moaned again and stretched, as he straightened and began to leave the bedside. "Whoa, whoa...hang on." You caught his wrist with your hand and pulled him back. This actually brought a smile to his face as he leaned back in and kissed you a second time. "Don't be gone too long, okay? I don't want to forget you in this cursed castle."


"Silly girl; I'll never let you forget these images. You're stuck with them forever."



"Memories, Xevia. Memories. Goodness, what was I thinking when I said you had brains?"


"You were trying to be nice for once; don't beat yourself up for it. In fact, you should do it more often." He rolled his eyes and sighed, giving you one more quick kiss before he was engulfed in darkness. The room screamed emptiness, and you really, really hoped your arrest would be over. Otherwise, it was going to be a repeat of the vacant dorm that held ghosts of memories of a man you so adored.

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