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 Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 6:18 pm
"I hate you," Zexion panted as Axel kissed down his body, moaning as the redhead began sucking on his skin. "I hate you so much..," he groaned as his length was engulfed in the other man's mouth. "Why d'you keep comin' back for more, then? You're the one that called me," he challenged with a sly smirk. He then moved up Zexion's body and breathed on his lips. "I think you love me," he purred before simultaneously smashing their lips together and thrusting inside of him. Zexion's eyes were wide at his words. He didn't have much time to think, though, as his head was thrown back in a loud moan, Axel sucking on his neck instead. "What? No response?" he huffed, gripping onto his hips. Zexion just held onto him and moaned and grunted, not saying a word. He was sleeping...with his best friend's boyfriend. He had slept with him very often... At least once a week. He was helping him cheat on his best friend who was completely in love with the redhead. He hated himself so much. Now, Axel was accusing him of being in love with him? If he did, though...and if Roxas found out, there's no way he would speak to him again. Hell, if he didn't and Roxas found out, he wouldn't speak to him again. This all started on a drunken mistake. Now...he couldn't stop. He was addicted to the redhead. His touches, his kisses, and, ********, his body... His grip tightened around Axel's shoulders and neck, eyes closing tightly as he choked out a cry as stars danced in his vision, releasing between their bodies. As soon as Axel pulled out, Zexion rolled onto his side and curled up into himself. He was dispicable. Axel cleaned up adn got dressed, smirking as he walked out the door. "See ya next week, Lover Boy," he mocked before walking out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 6:28 pm
Zexion had barely left his apartment since that day with Axel. He hadn't talked to anyone over phone or face-to-face. He had barely even moved or eaten since then, and his time alone was now cornering on two weeks. He had sat in the bottom of the bathtub, completely naked as water ran over him after Axel left for probably three hours before getting out. Since then he had refused to eat except a few things here and there. He wanted to keep himself alive to suffer for what he had done...and for how he felt... When people came to the door, he just stayed quiet, no matter who it was.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 6:51 am
Demyx felt tears roll down his checks. Disgrace didn't even begin to describe Demyx correctly. Dating Axel, most of the time, was Demyx decided everyday to stay with all those monster he feared once as a child, probably even still did. Some day it got so bad, and Demyx had no one to turn to. Zexion, his best friend, had made it very clear that he hated Axel to no end, so bring up anything to do with Axel in his presence was like basically slapping him in the face. Demyx just didn't have the heart to do it. Today, yesterday too, was one of those bad days, and Zexion had stopped talk to him going on two weeks now. Axel had crossed the line and Demyx couldn't go crawling back unless he gave up what little self-worth he had left. It probably wasn't more than a single ounce after dating Axel for two years, but Demyx had always been the hopeful person so he never really needed much to keep him going. But this time, Demyx had to walk away. Axel had official cut Demyx off from all his other friends, but Zexion, so this was the only place he could run to. Over the last two weeks, Demyx had been to his best friend's apartment, but unfortunately got no answer. This time, since he was hopeless without Zexion, his only plan was to just sit there at his door until someone came for him, may it be Zexion or the police or Axel, or whoever felt like scrapping him up off that welcome mat.
"Z-Zexion! P-Please, Open the door...." Demyx cried banging on the metal/wooden door. He had been doing this for about five minutes now, before he just quit. Then without much effort to stop himself, he just slipped down to the ground crying all the memories of last night and this morning flooding back to him. It started out innocent enough, it always did. Axel would do something terribly sweet. You know flowers, wine, maybe a night out, and Demyx go so happy, Axel could talk him into anything. Demyx had tried drugs with Axel before. It wasn't a completely bad experience. The numbing feeling of bliss was more than enough to sustain Demyx through whatever ******** up thing came next, because that was the problem with doing drugs with Axel. It was never just drugs, and it was never just one drug. Demyx had blacked out through most of the memories, but the ones that came back to his morning when he detached himself from some stranger's couch were more than enough to scare the s**t out of the dirty blonde. Zexion didn't even know. Zexion thought they were happy... Zexion didn't know about the drugs, abuse, any of it. Demyx didn't know how he was even going to begin to tell him.
Demyx felt sick to his stomach, but he probably didn't even have acids left to upchuck. He gagged a few times dryly to confirm this fact. His thin frame shook violently at the feeling of dry hacking. His throat screamed in pain at the coughs that followed. Demyx could only imagine the number of drugs he consumed last night. He was probably overdosed or something and the drugs just were killing him slower than usual. The one thing that Demyx did know he took was heroin, something he personally told Axel never to give him. Demyx's fragile bruised elbow with needle marks confirmed that broken promise. Maybe his horrible feeling was him detoxing from all the drugs last night. His mind reeled back to last night and the numbing feeling. Demyx wasn't stupid, he knew what it felt like to be on drugs, it was why he knew Axel had drugged him the moment he started to feel hazy last night. It must have been in the wine. Demyx's train of thought derailed at that point. It didn't come back until the effects of the drug had worn down. He was at some trashy party, probably well smashed on things other than what he had been given originally. Demyx thought to get his fried a** out of there, but the demonic redhead returned, and like an idiot, Demyx let him know he was sobering up with a simple, "Axel, Where the ******** are we?" question. That laugh came, then he pulled Demyx up to bring him somewhere else in the house. Demyx wasn't sure what was given to him, some kind of prescription cocktail, because Axel just reached his hand into a bowl of pills sitting on a table. Demyx probably should have spat them back into Axel's face, but his words were in his ear like a siren calling him from his boat. Demyx drowned once again in the numbness.
The pills from the bowl were weak, Demyx retained a somewhat sting of conscious while on them. Most what he remembered was sadly just Axel ******** him, then whore him out to other men to ********. It was probably how he scored the heroin actually. Demyx didn't actually remember being injected with the heroin though, so Axel must have stepped up his dose of something else. He would have had to, otherwise Demyx wouldn't have been compliant. Shamefully, Demyx's memories than clicked back to the morning... Well it wasn't really morning, it was more like eleven. He couldn't find little to any of the clothes he started with, if Axel hadn't changed him into some else to start with. After thirty minutes of looking, Demyx gave up on the dreaded search for his own clothes in the destroyed crack house and just picked up ones that looked half-way decent. The redhead was no where to be found. Something Demyx was glad for, but upset him about at the same time. Demyx hadn't been aware of when or where Axel parked the car, so that left the blonde to trek his a** back to their apartment. The walk was agonizing, because the more he walked the worse he felt. The apartment was empty, something Demyx definitely appreciated because by then he didn't want ever face Axel again. Demyx bummed there crying, like he had on the walk there, but now he had started throwing up all the content of his stomach. At one point, Demyx thought he should call 911 to come peel him off his cold bathroom floor and help him break free of his twisted game Axel had him playing. This had to be abuse. Yes, they were dating, but Demyx was pretty sure you weren't suppose to drug your own boyfriend and then whore him out to people. Not to mention, he hits he took. Axel had a tempter and it was quite obvious, Demyx just like to pretend it did exist to make them work.
Demyx heard a car door slam from the street. He instantly panicked. He wasn't sure if that was Axel, but he had gotten so use to signs of his anger, he knew it that is exactly what Axel would do if he was mad. Why Axel could possible be mad at Demyx right now and not extremely apologetic Demyx had no earthly clue, but Demyx wasn't about to stick around to get the end of his anger. Demyx's hands and feet pushed him off the tile floor and he ran to the front door locking it, then he ran to their bedroom repeating this step. Once inside, he moved to the window to confirm his heart-sinking fear, Axel's red muscle car now parked below. He was heading inside. Fuuuuuck. Demyx did the only thing he could think of, he pack as quickly as ******** possible some clothes into his college book-bag, after dumping it out onto the floor, and grabbed his guitar. It was the only thing besides Zexion, Axel let him keep of him self. His sitar had been long 'sold', when in reality, Demyx had just stashed it his parents house and asked them for some money for the rent. But Axel didn't know that, there was a lot of things Axel didn't know because Demyx was too scared to tell him. He moved to the window hoisting it up.
The sound of Axel slamming the front door open so hard it cracked against the wall sounded. Demyx's blood ran cold, he was sobered up enough to remember he had his key on him or remember where the hide-a-key was. Never were good for Demyx if he didn't get his a** out of there. He slipped out the window and pushed it shut again, just in case Axel believe he wasn't in the apartment. His legs wobbly carried him down the fire escape. He heard his name being called from behind the bedroom door. It was too faint of a sound for Axel to have already gotten into the bedroom and seen him out the window. There wasn't a key to the bedroom, so Axel was going to have to break the door down if he wanted to get inside. Demyx knew this. It was why he continuously fixed the door when Axel wasn't around. It was something that slowed Axel down if Demyx was trying to hide or escape.
Demyx was down the escape, still no screams from the window. If Axel had gotten into the room by now, he didn't realize Demyx wasn't still in it. The beaten up dirty blonde got into his seafoam green Nissan Altima Hybrid not even bother to buckle up, or check for cars around him, he only thing on his mind was escaping. It wasn't until he was in downtown, that he realized the only place he really had to go was Zexion's. By the time he actually started to bang on Zexion, it was a little pass three, but sadly no one came to door like all the other times he knocked before. Maybe Zexion didn't even live there anymore, and it was just an empty apartment door he was beating on. Time passed, but Demyx didn't have the strength anymore to get up.
"Demyx?!" A voice came. It didn't sound familiar in his state. "Demyx, how long have you been out here?" The voice continued. Demyx thought to amuse the voice with a proper answer. "... three..." Demyx's hoarse voice dragged against his throat. "Oh that is it," The voice sounded so mad all of a sudden, but it wasn't Axel. So Demyx made no real act of alarm... well... until the door he had been collapsed in front of was kicked in. "Zexion, you better be dead, because I swear to if you're not, I'm going to kill you! Ignore my calls, Fine! ******** you! Ignore me knocking at your door, Fine! I get it, you don't honestly want to be with me anymore, Fine! That is all ******** daisies! Water under the Goddamn bridge! But you have got to be dead or deathly wounded to having the ******** right to let your best friend rot out on your door step for ******** five hours!" The voice sounded more than pissed. Demyx's only thought to it was it hadn't felt like five hours. Was it really already eight o' clock? Axel was probably really pissed. Axel wasn't stupid, why hadn't the red head thought to check here for him yet? Maybe he thought Demyx was going to come back again. Demyx's mind hazed out again at the mental picture of Axel waiting for Demyx to return. Boy was he going to be surprised, Demyx at this point would rather die then go back. Dying sounded nice about now actually. His body was in a full constant wave of pain from his lungs and throat being basically raw from puking and coughing. He couldn't hear anymore of Roxas's screams because his body gave out as he passed out at the door.
Roxas's foot come crashing down on Zexion's bedroom door like a force from hell. Nothing could stop him from complete tearing Zexion a new one. The spiky blonde couldn't even stop himself from pulled Zexion to him the moment he found him on his bed and decking him straight in the face. "You are selfish b*****d, A twisted ******** selfish a*****e. Words can't even accurate described how ******** you are right now! Do you know that!? You can't just drop off the face of the Earth! Demyx ******** needed you, and what have you been doing?! Listening to him cry and plead from the door this entire time!? I could hear him crying from ******** down the hall almost!! He looks like he got ran over by a trunk, and you know what else so do you. So You know what I am going to, I'm going to take your ******** best friend to a hospital, and when you actually grow some balls and a decent human soul, maybe you should join us or you know what scratch that. Rot here and die." Roxas screamed at the other. He actually punched him two more times, before the screams turned into just hate-filed sneers. His eyes were sharper than daggers as he glared..
As Roxas turned to leave, he pushed Zexion down and started for the door, doing exactly what he said he was going to do. Leave. The spiky blonde's voice could be heard at the doorway now. "Demyx, wake up, come on, we are going to the hospital." Then there a few groans. "... What about Zexion... I don't have anywhere else to go..." The once spunky blonde voice carried faintly. "Zexion is dealing with some s**t right now, and he is going to come behind us to the hospital if he had any pride or decency left," Roxas's voice was soft as if he was talking to a child, but it still sounded malicious when he talked about Zexion. "... I can't go back... I can't go back to Axel, I have no where else to go...." Demyx seemed to elaborate his statement from before but he spoke louder as if he wanted Zexion to hear him. His sobs started up again, and Roxas's voice could only be heard in mumbles trying to quiet him his new formed sobs. The sobs died off as they moved farther and farther away...
Then there was nothing by silence.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 8:34 am
Zexion had been curled up on his bed with his hands over his ears. He wanted to let him in so bad, but...but he didn't want him to see him like this. Another voice came into his thoughts. His eyes shut tight. It was Roxas... s**t... The next thing he knew, he bedroom door was kicked open, and he had a bloody nose. He grew very lightheaded then since he was extremely malnutritioned. He tried to focus on Roxas' voice or face, but he just...couldn't. He barely felt it when he was punched twice more. His head just lolled around, causing him to become dizzier as the seconds passed. He just lay there where Roxas dropped him for a long while after Roxas left. He wasn't sure how long, really. He did know that he eventually woke up from his unconsciousness and remembered bits and pieces of what Roxas had said. "...Hospital..," he mumbled, weakly sitting up. He dragged himself to the bathroom and took a very short, warm shower to get all of the blood off of him. Once dressed in clothes that once fit him but were now pretty baggy on him, he stumbled out of his apartment and down the stairs to his own car. He dropped into the seat and steadied his dizziness. Then he began the ten-minute drive to the hospital.
"I'm here to see Demyx..," he told the woman at the desk hoarsely. He was getting some looks from her and everyone around her. "Honey, I need to get you into your own room, it seems," she countered. "No, I don't care about me. I want to see Demyx... He was admitted today..." "Baby, just let me--" "No! Let me see Demyx!" he croaked out desperately. "Okay, okay. Calm down or you'll pass out," she told him quickly, searching through the computer. She called a nurse over to go and let Roxas, who was in Demyx's room, know.
"Excuse me," the man said in a soft voice since Demyx was sleeping. "There's a very...sickly-looking man with blue-ish hair at the front desk asking to come and see Demyx... Considering Demyx's condition, I figured it would be best to ask before allowing anyone inside."
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 11:02 am
Roxas looked up at the man before glancing back at Demyx, who was sound asleep. He had got pretty hysteric once they got to the hospital, because Demyx thought they were going send him to jail for doing drugs. He got so stirred up, he actually had a small seizure from all his weak body. He didn't had anything in his stomach to counteract the drugs' effects anymore, so his body was starting to freak out. They had sedated him right now, but he was really unstable. They had him on a IV, which was helping his condition, and the next time he wake up, they told Roxas to make sure he ate something. "I'll go out and talk to him, then I want him admitted to the hospital, can you have an attendant come sit with Demyx. I don't want him to wake up and have no one in here. If a red head shows up at the desk, don't let him see Demyx under any circumstance. I don't know what happen, but his boyfriend, who has bright red hair, is the one that set him off." Roxas told the man, before standing up. When a nurse walked in the room and sat down, Roxas leave feeling a little better seeing as the woman seemed capable.
Zexion looked more a mess than when Roxas left him in his room. At least he was starting to realizing what he did was wrong that was a start. Roxas had a dead-set glare on his face as he looked at the slate hair now covering Zexion's face. "Zexion, glad to see you aren't the completely massive douchebag I thought you to be. Be glad I showed up at your door when I did, because you know Demyx could be dead right now. Do you understand that? Your best friend could have died on your doorstep. He is showing good signs for his recovery, but he was loaded with all kinds of drugs, and seriously dehydrated." Roxas said harshly, but there was no real other side that could make that okay. Zexion, for whatever reason, decided that he was going to jump off the deep end and Demyx was the one that got all the toxic run-off from it.
Roxas leaned down now looking him in the eyes after pushing his hair out his eyes. "You are a good person, but whatever the ******** happen two weeks ago has turned you into a complete waste of space, and Demyx doesn't ******** need that right now. He probably can't even handle seeing you like you are without having another seizure, so this how this is going to happen. You are going to get checked into the hospital, and ******** eat something. Then, when you look like an actually human being, you can go see Demyx, and you are going to apologize to him for how you acted. As for us. Consider us through until you can get your s**t together again. I'll continue to visit you and we can stay friends because I obviously care more about your life than you do, but if anything, you owe me big time." Roxas's tone didn't sound so mean this time. It was stern and sharp, but everything he was saying was completely serious. Zexion was a mess. A utter disgrace right now, all because he decided to fall off the wagon. Roxas had no sympathy for him either. Zexion didn't reach out for his help or Demyx's. He just shut them all out, Zexion deserved to sober up in a hospital and think about exactly how he wasted the last two weeks of his life.
Roxas pushed on his knees to stand again. "I'll come and talk to you more once you are settled in your room." Roxas stressed before looking down to his face. He wanted to hear Zexion said that he would do this for his friend. That he would get better because Demyx needed him to be. Roxas didn't even care about how he feeling about the whole mess. He just wanted to get Demyx some good support beams he could count on. He definitely needed it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 11:35 am
Zexion just stayed silent, almost frozen in fear when he saw Roxas emerge from the hallway. He nodded a little, eyes full of pain not for him, but for Demyx. "Okay..," he whispered softly, not being able to look in his eyes. They were aimed towards the floor. "I'm sorry..," he whispered again, knowing that wouldn't be enough. Not even close. He was so torn about the situation... He walked to the counter and checked himself in. He turned back to Roxas and said sadly as he was waiting on his nurse, "I don't want you to take me back." A tear slipped down his cheek as he turned and was lead away to his room.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:28 pm
Roxas frowned hearing him say what he did. Then before he knew what he was doing, he had quickly ran up to Zexion grabbing his wrist. " How can you possibly throw your entire life in the garbage, and try and act like none of it matters?! Don't I matter to you? Doesn't my opinion matter to you? If you were in trouble or hurting why didn't you come to me dammit! Why didn't you go Demyx?! Why would you do this to yourself!? Why?" Roxas asked his now ex-boyfriend feeling like he did something wrong now. Tears were pouring from his eyes before he could stop his emotions. This was all to much for the blonde. His saddened blue eyes stared at Zexion's for a moment, but then released his wrist. "I'm-.. nevermind.." Roxas breathed not knowing what more to say, Zexion had just giving up hope on relationship without cluing Roxas on to anything.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 9:50 am
Zexion let more tears fall down his cheeks when he saw how much pain and confusion he put into Roxas' eyes. "I...I do love you... I love you so much, and I know you l-love me, too... But...but that's why I don't want you to take me back. I-I... I-If you come to my room, I...I'll explain everything..," he told him sadly. "I...I don't want to lose you, but...I don't want you to stay with me...because of what I did..." His chin trembled again. "Please, just... wait until we get to my room to know everything..."
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 1:36 pm
Roxas looked at Zexion a little scared to know what exactly Zexion couldn't tell him around other people. "I-I come back and then you could tell me. I have to go check on Demyx. H-He'll go crazy again if Axel slips pass the nurses.... I'll come back around.. a-around dinner time in about an h-hour, so you have time to get settled." Roxas told Zexion after looking at his watch.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 9:22 pm
Zexion nodded. "O-Okay... Th-Thank you..." After a few moments, he added, "I love you, Roxas..," then turned and was led to his room by the nurse, wiping his tears away repeatedly.
Later, he had been settled in, checked up, and set on a diet to eat at least 5,000 calories a day. He was twirling some weird-looking spaghetti around on his fork as he sat there in his bed with his dinner hovering above his lap on the tray they gave him. He had a deep frown set on his face, and his eyes were rimmed with red from crying. "I'm such a horrible person..," he whispered to himself, not even able to cry anymore. He teared up a bit and that was that. Nothing more came. He set his fork down and held his face in his hands, shaking his head. "I'm such a ******** idiot..."
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:52 pm
Roxas had did what he said and quietly entered the room around dinner time at the hospital. Demyx hadn't woken up yet, and his redheaded boyfriend had yet to be seen, so Roxas figured it was okay to leave him in the care of a nurse again. "Zexion..." Roxas started in with weakly. If he was scared to know what Zexion wanted to tell him before, now he was very well terrified. The small blonde made his way to the bed shortly after speaking up. Without really thinking about it, he reached out and pushed some hair out of Zexion's face. "What did you have to tell me before..?" He seemed hesitant with his words... He really couldn't tell if he wanted to know or if he didn't.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 9:53 am
zexion's chin trembled when he felt Roxas' soft hand brush his forehead. "I-I... I ch-cheated, Roxas..," he whispered weakly. "W-With A-A-Axel... D-Demyx invited m-me to a party, a-and I-I got drunk, a-and it just...h-happened. I d-don't remember i-it r-really. I-I woke up next to h-him, a-and..." He sobbed, not being able to look at Roxas now. "A-And once it h-h-happened, I-I c-couldn't stop..." He figured if he was telling him, he was going to tell him all of it. "F-For t-t-two m-months after, I w-would try to res-sist it, b-but I called him e-every week... T-Two weeks ag-go, he s-said h-he thought I l-loved him, b-but... But it's not true. I-I haven't called him s-since then... I-I've been sh-shut up in m-my apartment... I'm s-so ******** ashamed of m-myself. I w-wish I c-c-could take it a-all back... I-I love y-you so m-much, a-and y-you deserve s-s-someone so much ******** better th-than me..." He had tears waterfalling down his cheeks. "I-I'm s-s-so s-sorry... I w-w-wish I c-could ch-change it..."
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 11:01 pm
Roxas's hand immediately retreated hearing that horrible word. Cheated. At first Roxas did nothing, but stare at Zexion with a wide-eyed expression. He seemed almost stunned by this information. Tears swelled in his eyes and started to pour from the pools of royal blue. Slowly he stepped back as he processed all the information Zexion was telling him. "S-Soo w-w-what y-you are s-saying is for the p-past two m-month, y-you have been c-cheating with... with A-Axel?" Roxas asked starting to shake without ever realizing it. Roxas didn't care for the obvious answer to the question he asked; in fact, he didn't for any more answers or examinations from anyone. Roxas didn't understand why or how he could do any of this to Demyx of all people, but he didn't think Zexion could honestly answer him anyway. Roxas thought he had always been a good boyfriend. He really did. Sometimes he had to work a little more than he liked or Zexion liked, but you know it was what Roxas had to do.... Roxas turned away from Zexion no able to look at him anymore. All the respect for Zexion he ever had was gone now. There was nothing left in that bed to Roxas, but a monster. "P-Please.... D-D-Don't ever t-talk to me again..." Roxas whispered before a small sob escaped his lips. He stared at the door for a minute or so before finally getting his legs to work and leaving.
Roxas walked almost zombie like back to Demyx's room, crying the entire way. The nurses asked if he was okay, and he just simply brushed them off and continued on. When he got to Demyx's room, he saw the pale looking dirty blonde and had to choke back a loud sob. "Demyx..." He breathed feeling he wasn't quite in the same boat as the other, but definitely close enough to feel Demyx was the only one that could honestly understand what he was feeling at the moment. Demyx wasn't even awake yet, but Roxas still moved to him and hugged him tightly sobbing into his chest for comfort. Roxas really didn't have a lot of family left. Zexion and his brothers were all he had in this world, and now... Roxas just wasn't sure what was real anymore.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 7:44 pm
Zexion cried for somewhere around two hours after Roxas left. He never truly stopped crying, just went intervals without sobbing. He would eventually start up again, though. He cried on into the next day, not getting a bit of sleep that night. He couldn't sleep. His torn mind and heart wouldn't let him. He was forced to eat by the nurses then puked it right back up after they left. Even after a week, he didn't seem to be getting any better. He had stopped crying, but only because he had run out of tears. He was starved and dehydrated, and he felt like just up and dying. He had no sign of Roxas or Demyx in the time he had been there, and he didn't expect any. He had to ask the nurses that came in and out how Demyx was holding up. According to them, Demyx was recovering well with no brain or body damage other than a weaker stomach, but they assured him that his stomach would grow less sensitive and go back to normal in time. Then they would tell him he needed to worry about himself. Then the vicious cycle would just continue...
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 9:50 pm
Demyx's teal-blue oceanic eyes blinked open to the same thing he had woken up to the four days. He had remained in what the doctors called an overdose comma for about three days after they brought him in. There in front of Demyx sat Roxas passed out in a chair that had been pulled up to the bed. His face was tear-stained, and even though Roxas didn't tell Demyx, Demyx knew he cried every time Demyx was asleep. Demyx and Roxas had talked for a long time after Demyx woke up and then after both of them got more sleep, they talked even more. Zexion never came up though... Roxas avoided the subject and Demyx had actually been so messed up that day he didn't remember even going over to Zexion's. His mind blanked out about the time he got out the apartment to get away from Axel. Demyx asked one time how he got to the hospital, and Roxas told him that he found Demyx and took him here. But as for where Axel was and if he knew Demyx was here, Roxas could not telling him. Just that no bright red haired men had attempted to come see him.
When Demyx thought about it, it was simple to figure out that Axel would never come here even if he knew this is where Demyx was. Axel knew that if Demyx was bad enough to have to be checked into the hospital, questions were asked. Demyx was beyond upset with Axel at the moment. Axel would know that since Demyx came home and then ran away from him. Axel wasn't stupid. He knew if he came here, he would be arrested for what he did to Demyx. Now if he just didn't turn up, Demyx wouldn't press charges, and he was right. Demyx didn't press charges and the police decided since it was technically forced drug abuse, they couldn't charge Demyx with anything either.
Demyx sighed looking at the tired-looking blonde. He looked like he would use a nice day of no stress. Demyx was actually recovering really well seeing as he wasn't a continuous drug user. The effects of the drug cocktail were already gone, too. He still felt a little queasy at times, but the doctor said that was normal. Demyx sat up slowly and quietly slipped out of bed. With one more look at the smaller blonde, he decided he was going to go get breakfast for them and then spend the day calmlyjust talking with Roxas. Roxas was basically living at the hospital to be there for Demyx, the least Demyx could do is show Roxas a relaxing day.
Demyx knew all the nurses that attended him now, so he really didn't get a lot of "you should be back in bed" citations. It helped that Demyx still looked sexy with a side of cute in his diamond-patterned patient outfit. The outfit really just looked like sleep wear on Demyx, and with his hair un-gelled and messy, he pulled off the teenage heart-throb that was wounded quite well. The cafeteria was a breeze to get through because of that and partly because it was still a little too early for the regular breakfast crowd. It wasn't until he was walking back to his room that he got derailed from his mission.
The blonde was softly humming a tune he heard on the radio, when over the sound of his hum he heard a soft sob. He stopped his noise to pick up where the crying was coming from. Then like a sailor to a siren, Demyx followed. Surprisingly enough, the cries lead him straight to Zexion's room. "Zexy?" Demyx asked innocently into the room seeing him. The pet name was honestly just something Demyx couldn't control seeing him like he was. He barely looked the same with all the weigh loss and extremely sad expression and sound. If Zexion didn't have what Demyx would call unique, beautiful, slate-blue locks, Demyx might not have recognized him.
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