Rest in Peace: Chapter Five
Well we couldn't hold out for very long at all! So here is the next part. Thank you to my 3 lovely reviews who are very consistent. *hugs* Love you all!
Disclaimer: We do not own Kingdom Hearts…. If we did the pairings would be cannon! (And Vexen wouldn’t exist!) x3
Warnings: This story contains malexmale relations (YAOI) and mentions of various forms of past abuse. Don’t like, don’t read. >:]
Rest in Peace
Chapter Five
The Sufferer and the Witness
"Dem, I'd never not want you; you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. The only way I wouldn't like you is if you were a girl..." He added as an afterthought, creasing his eyebrows. "You're not a girl, are you?" He asked.
Demyx half purred at the hand in his hair and laughed lightly at Zexion's comment. "Well last time I checked I was, but you might just have to verify that," Demyx replied, coyly.
Zexion grinned. "I suppose I could..." He replied, kissing the top of Demyx's head. "But, I could just take your word for it..." He finished, running his hand down Demyx's side and resting it on his hip.
"You could," Demyx said with a grin as he snuggled in further. "I wouldn't mind," he said softly.
"Wouldn't you?" He hummed, a grin stretching across his face. Zexion shifted - slowly, cautiously - to place a hand on each side of Demyx's head. He leaned down and kissed Demyx on the forehead before kissing him full on the lips with a gentle force.
Demyx returned the kiss for a moment before pulling back and smiling. "You won't hurt me. And you won't scare me," he said as he lifted his hand and brushed the long hair out of Zexion's face.
Zexion smiled softly. "I know..." He sighed. He leaned down again and hovered over Demyx's lips for a second. "I really do love you," he whispered before pressing his lips back to Demyx's. He shifted again and swung his leg over Demyx's hips. He dropped to his elbows and threaded his fingers into Demyx's hair.
Demyx purred like a contented cat as he slid his hands down Zexion's chest. He wrapped his arms around the teen as he returned the kiss happily.
Zexion moaned softly, hearing Demyx's purrs. Suddenly, his phone started ringing. Zexion groaned and pulled away, angrily pulling out his phone. It was text from Xigbar, of all people.
Axel still h8s u! Hope y'aren't bangin' DemDems right now! U both get kinda testy when ur interrupted, eh? xDDD
Zexion narrowed his eyes and closed his phone. With a sigh, he let his arms give out and lowered himself against Demyx's chest.
"Demyyyyx... Why is Xigbar so freaking inconvenient?" He groaned, nuzzling his head against Demyx's chin.
Demyx groaned and held the teen close to him. "'Cause it’s Xiggy. He likes to make an ass of himself, as always. Next time you decide to steal my breath, turn off your phone, Zexy," Demyx said lightly as he lifted one hand and ran it up the back of Zexion's neck.
Zexion let out a short laugh. "I'll make sure, Dem," he reassured with a smile.
-o-o-o-o-o-
"C'mon, Roxy. I thought Hayner told you..." Roxas shook his head and clenched his teeth to keep from sobbing.
Axel took one look at the new kid and then Roxas. He wasn't a rocket scientist but he could easily figure out that the kid had freaked at the appearance of the new guy. There was no way in hell that he was going to let Roxas walk out with this guy.
"Oh, shit," Axel said rising and hitting his forehead with his palm. "I totally forgot: Roxas told me to remind him to take his meds this morning. They are really important mentally stabilizing meds. I better take him before he goes bat shit insane."
By the time he was done speaking, Axel was around the desk to Roxas's side. He put his hand under the blonde's arm and helped to lift him, before he tucked the blonde protectively against his side.
"This way, Roxas. We'll make sure we get you those meds that you need." He knew he could explain to Cid later and probably get away without anything happening, but he wasn't planning on taking no for an answer. Axel headed towards the door and through it, being sure to keep himself between Roxas and the strange kid.
Roxas didn't hear a thing Axel said, and only walked with him. When they walked past Seifer, Roxas looked at him with wide, scared eyes. He shrunk down against Axel and pulled him more quickly out the door.
Once outside the door, Roxas pulled it shut and dropped to the ground on his knees. He clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the cries suddenly escaping his lips.
"Shit, Roxas. We're going back to our room." Axel knelt down and put his hands on Roxas's shoulders. "Roxas, I'm going to pick you up now," he said lowly. He slid his hands around Roxas and lifted him into his arms and murmured to him the entire time as he did so in hopes not to further spook the teen.
Roxas held back a scream as Axel picked him up. He didn't want to be touched, but he knew that he couldn't walk on his own. Besides, Axel was right, he had to get away from this place. He clung to Axel's shirt and bit his lip to keep back a sob.
"I know, Roxas, just hold on. Just a little longer," Axel said as he walked as fast as he could across the grounds to their dorm. He cradled Roxas in one arm as he opened first the door to their building and then the door to their room. He moved inside and placed Roxas gently on the blonde’s bed pulling the fuzzy red blanket over him before closing the door. Once the blonde was settled he sat down on Roxas's bed being careful not to touch him.
As soon as the blanket was draped over him, Roxas curled into a ball and cried. What was even going on? Why was Seifer even here? Just the thought of his name made the tears in Roxas's eyes flow harder.
"Roxas," Axel said softly. He reached out and ran his hand down Roxas back. "I'm here."
Roxas let out a small cry as he felt Axel's hand on his back. He felt sick to his stomach and his head was pounding. Why? How?
'Shit,' Axel said lightly and he pulled his hand away from the boy. He climbed off the bed and moved around it. The red head knelt down on the floor looked at the blond. "Roxas! It's Axel. Look at me," he ordered forcefully.
Roxas flinched and curled into himself even more. "N-no... D-don't touch me!" He sobbed. He started to hyperventilate and dry heave in attempt to get his breath back. "Don't! J-just don't! I-hi! No! Don't touch me! Don't. Touch. ME! Don't touch me. Don't touch me." He repeated the phrase over and over; it became a sort of mantra. He didn't want Axel to touch him. He didn't want anybody to touch him. He felt too dirty, and just seeing Seifer made him feel violated, all over again. "No! Stop it!" He screamed, clutching his hands to his head. In his mind, he was reliving the entire rape, from beginning to end and back again.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Zexion shivered at Demyx's touch and let his eyes droop. On a more serious note, Zexion added, "He said that Axel still hates me..." Zexion propped his chin up on Demyx's chest to look up at him.
"Uh, yeah..." he said with a laugh, not stopping the movement of his hand. "Axel tends to act like an angry mother cat where I am concerned. One that likes to play with fire." He let out a light sigh. "Axel doesn't hate you. If he did he wouldn't let me be here with you like this. He is very protective. He's just upset because you sorta.... well, I kinda..."
Demyx heaved another heavy sigh. "I get what we call episodes from what happened to me... When people startle me or grab me and surprise me I get flash backs from what happened to me and sorta break down...." he trailed off.
"Oh..." Was all Zexion said, resting his cheek on Demyx's chest, again. Zexion sighed and opened his mouth, only to close it once more. He sighed through his nose. "Dem... What did happen to you?" He ventured, biting his lip, hoping he didn't push something that didn't need to be pushing.
-o-o-o-o-o-
"Shit," Axel rose. "I'll be right back," he told Roxas quietly. Quickly he made his way out of the room and out the hall to Demyx. He didn't knock on the teen’s door, he simply opened it and walked in.
Axel only paused for a moment to scowl at Zexion, but judging from the way he was nestled on top of the blond Demyx was alright and the blond wouldn't like him torching the good-for-nothing so-called boyfriend. "Demyx, Roxas is in an episode I need you."
"Kay," he knew Axel wouldn't leave without him. "Zexy, I have to go. I can help him. When I get back, we'll talk. I promise."
Zexion withered under Axel's glare. He leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Demyx's lips before rolling to the side to let him up. "Be careful, Dem," he mumbled.
"Always am," Demyx said fondly. He slid off the bed and ran with Axel down the hall to Axel's room.
Zexion sighed as they left and relaxed into Demyx's bed, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Roxas fought with the blanket that had somehow managed to wrap itself too tightly around him, and finally untangled himself from its confines and pushed it to the floor. He scrambled to the corner of his bed, cowering against the wall. Roxas curled back into his usual fetal position and tried to control his shaking. It didn't work. He erupted into sobs once again and gripped his bed spread.
Quietly, Axel and Demyx entered the room and closed the door behind them."Sit on your own bed," Demyx told the red head as he snatched his guitar off the mattress. The red head did as Demyx instructed.
It had been different for Axel when it had been Demyx. Demyx had been his best friend and already trusted him, so it had been much easier for him to comfort the blond. The fact that he couldn't do anything for Roxas, at the moment, was killing him.
Demyx slowly moved to the foot of the bed on the opposite corner as Roxas. He didn't say anything just slowly sat, placed the guitar onto his lap and began to play a soothing piece he had written after one of his own episodes.
Roxas looked up for a second, then back down at his fingers. "No..." He mumbled, trying to catch his breath. He inhaled sharply and another sob wracked through his body. The music was helping, but not by much. Roxas wiped angrily at the tears on his cheeks.
'Aw, are you crying, Roxy? You want me to get you a tissue~?' A taunting voice filled his head.
"Stop it!" He yelled, clenching and unclenching his fists.
'You yelling like that'll only make it worse.'
"No!" He growled. "Stop it, stop it! Just... stop..." He moaned, miserably.
Axel looked to Demyx with pleading eyes. "Demyx, we have to do something."
"We can't Ax. He doesn't know us well enough for us to snap him out of it. If you touch him, it will only make it worse. The music is the best we can do for him. If you want to try and kneel on the floor and talk to him then go ahead," Demyx replied while still playing.
Axel nodded and climbed off his bed. He moved slowly to Roxas and knelt on the floor looking at the blond. "Roxas," he said softly. He clenched his hands into fists in his lap. "Roxas, its Axel. Remember? A.X.E.L. Got it memorized?"
Roxas's eyes flicked up to Axel, then down to his hands and back again. He gasped for his breath and hiccupped.
"Axel?" He breathed. His entire body shook wildly. He started to reach out to grab at Axel, but flinched back.
'The only thing I want to hear coming from you is screaming...' A harsh, cold voice echoed in between his ears. Roxas clamped his hands over his ears and curled into a ball, again.
"NO! No... more... I... don't want..." He panted. With an apprehensive look, he glanced back up at Axel and launched himself at the redhead, gripping his shirt in his hands and sobbing into his chest. "I d-d-on't wan-nt to... An-ny m-ore..."
Axel glanced at Demyx first and, once he had the blonde’s nod, he climbed onto the bed and pulled the teen, who was still clutching his shirt, onto his lap. "Shhh, shhh. You don't have to do anything anymore. It's just me, Axel. And Demyx who's playing you music. You’re safe. It's just us. It's safe. You’re safe." Axel continued to mummer over and over again, rocking the blond back and forth.
Demyx smiled faintly and finished one song and started on another.
"I do-n't wan-nt to-to rem-em-ember-r an-ny mo-re!" He cried, clinging to Axel for dear life. The gentle rocking was calming him down marginally, but Roxas was still having hard time breathing through his crying. He shook violently; the knuckles on his shaking hands were turning white with their grip on Axel's shirt.
'What're you doing!?'
'You're cute, Roxy...'
'What the hell - !?'
'But, I you're so much cuter when you’re in pain.'
'Stop it! Get off of me!'
'I'd rather not.'
'What the hell are you doing to m - ?!'
'The only thing I want to hear coming form you is screaming.'
And he did just that...
"NO!" He sobbed into Axel's chest. "Shut... up... Make it... g-go... away... Just... make it... go... a...way..." He pleaded, finally loosening his grip and letting his arms flop down. He became full-on dead weight, staring blankly at the wall, tears leaking out of his eyes,
"Demyx, the blanket," Axel said softly. He could tell that the worst of Roxas episode was over. The blonde finished the song he was playing and handed the redhead his equally red throw blanket.
"Roxas," Axel said softly as he cradled the boy tighter to him before laying the blanket over him. "I can't make it go away. I'm so sorry. But I can promise you that I will be here and that it will never happen again."
Demyx began another song on his guitar. "He's good on his words Roxas. Axel can prevent all sorts of abuse, rape, and bullying. You’re safe now. We promise." He looked up and met green eyes that flashed with understanding and Demyx nodded in confirmation.
"Dem," Axel started, but Demyx cut him off with a shake of his head.
"Later, Ax," the blond said, before he began to sing softly with the song he was playing.
Axel nodded and refocused on the blond in his arms, putting all his attention into soothing him with gentle brushes of his hand along the teen's back and the calming rocking motion.
Roxas gladly welcomed the warmth of the blanket and their words. He rested against Axel with his ear to the redhead's chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart.
I'm not alone... He thought, almost happily. The music and warmth and Axel, himself, lulled Roxas into a hazy, calm state. He let out a small yawn and relaxed even further against Axel.
"Thank... you..." He mumbled before closing his eyes and falling asleep, once again.
"You're welcome," Axel said softly. He glanced up at Demyx. "Dem?"
"Just hold him, Ax. He'll feel better when he wakes up," he said softly as he stood and placed the guitar on Axel's bed. "I gotta get back to Zexy." He moved to the redhead and placed a kiss on forehead. "We'll talk later."
"We'd better," Axel agree. He wanted to grab Demyx and force him to stay and talk now, but he didn't want to disturb Roxas, nor did he want to remove his arms from the teen.
To Be Continued…
Mikey ~ I love how ALL of my titles have to do with music… The first one I came up with (Doubt and Trust) is the D. Gray-Man opening, the second one is the English root of one of my favorite bands (Malice Mizer) and this one is a Rise Against album title… 9_9 I might be obsessed…
You know, going back and reading this, I actually started crying… Oh, how I love emotions… Anywho (because you guys totally aren't tired of listening to me ramble…), stay tuned: we might actually get the next chapter up in a decent about of time… ^_~
Kat ~ Oh so close to finding out what is up with Demyx and yet so far away! I’m so excited for what we have planned next! And Mikey was right… I didn’t hold out very long…
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four
Next Chapter: Six
Disclaimer: We do not own Kingdom Hearts…. If we did the pairings would be cannon! (And Vexen wouldn’t exist!) x3
Warnings: This story contains malexmale relations (YAOI) and mentions of various forms of past abuse. Don’t like, don’t read. >:]
Rest in Peace
Chapter Five
The Sufferer and the Witness
"Dem, I'd never not want you; you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. The only way I wouldn't like you is if you were a girl..." He added as an afterthought, creasing his eyebrows. "You're not a girl, are you?" He asked.
Demyx half purred at the hand in his hair and laughed lightly at Zexion's comment. "Well last time I checked I was, but you might just have to verify that," Demyx replied, coyly.
Zexion grinned. "I suppose I could..." He replied, kissing the top of Demyx's head. "But, I could just take your word for it..." He finished, running his hand down Demyx's side and resting it on his hip.
"You could," Demyx said with a grin as he snuggled in further. "I wouldn't mind," he said softly.
"Wouldn't you?" He hummed, a grin stretching across his face. Zexion shifted - slowly, cautiously - to place a hand on each side of Demyx's head. He leaned down and kissed Demyx on the forehead before kissing him full on the lips with a gentle force.
Demyx returned the kiss for a moment before pulling back and smiling. "You won't hurt me. And you won't scare me," he said as he lifted his hand and brushed the long hair out of Zexion's face.
Zexion smiled softly. "I know..." He sighed. He leaned down again and hovered over Demyx's lips for a second. "I really do love you," he whispered before pressing his lips back to Demyx's. He shifted again and swung his leg over Demyx's hips. He dropped to his elbows and threaded his fingers into Demyx's hair.
Demyx purred like a contented cat as he slid his hands down Zexion's chest. He wrapped his arms around the teen as he returned the kiss happily.
Zexion moaned softly, hearing Demyx's purrs. Suddenly, his phone started ringing. Zexion groaned and pulled away, angrily pulling out his phone. It was text from Xigbar, of all people.
Axel still h8s u! Hope y'aren't bangin' DemDems right now! U both get kinda testy when ur interrupted, eh? xDDD
Zexion narrowed his eyes and closed his phone. With a sigh, he let his arms give out and lowered himself against Demyx's chest.
"Demyyyyx... Why is Xigbar so freaking inconvenient?" He groaned, nuzzling his head against Demyx's chin.
Demyx groaned and held the teen close to him. "'Cause it’s Xiggy. He likes to make an ass of himself, as always. Next time you decide to steal my breath, turn off your phone, Zexy," Demyx said lightly as he lifted one hand and ran it up the back of Zexion's neck.
Zexion let out a short laugh. "I'll make sure, Dem," he reassured with a smile.
-o-o-o-o-o-
"C'mon, Roxy. I thought Hayner told you..." Roxas shook his head and clenched his teeth to keep from sobbing.
Axel took one look at the new kid and then Roxas. He wasn't a rocket scientist but he could easily figure out that the kid had freaked at the appearance of the new guy. There was no way in hell that he was going to let Roxas walk out with this guy.
"Oh, shit," Axel said rising and hitting his forehead with his palm. "I totally forgot: Roxas told me to remind him to take his meds this morning. They are really important mentally stabilizing meds. I better take him before he goes bat shit insane."
By the time he was done speaking, Axel was around the desk to Roxas's side. He put his hand under the blonde's arm and helped to lift him, before he tucked the blonde protectively against his side.
"This way, Roxas. We'll make sure we get you those meds that you need." He knew he could explain to Cid later and probably get away without anything happening, but he wasn't planning on taking no for an answer. Axel headed towards the door and through it, being sure to keep himself between Roxas and the strange kid.
Roxas didn't hear a thing Axel said, and only walked with him. When they walked past Seifer, Roxas looked at him with wide, scared eyes. He shrunk down against Axel and pulled him more quickly out the door.
Once outside the door, Roxas pulled it shut and dropped to the ground on his knees. He clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the cries suddenly escaping his lips.
"Shit, Roxas. We're going back to our room." Axel knelt down and put his hands on Roxas's shoulders. "Roxas, I'm going to pick you up now," he said lowly. He slid his hands around Roxas and lifted him into his arms and murmured to him the entire time as he did so in hopes not to further spook the teen.
Roxas held back a scream as Axel picked him up. He didn't want to be touched, but he knew that he couldn't walk on his own. Besides, Axel was right, he had to get away from this place. He clung to Axel's shirt and bit his lip to keep back a sob.
"I know, Roxas, just hold on. Just a little longer," Axel said as he walked as fast as he could across the grounds to their dorm. He cradled Roxas in one arm as he opened first the door to their building and then the door to their room. He moved inside and placed Roxas gently on the blonde’s bed pulling the fuzzy red blanket over him before closing the door. Once the blonde was settled he sat down on Roxas's bed being careful not to touch him.
As soon as the blanket was draped over him, Roxas curled into a ball and cried. What was even going on? Why was Seifer even here? Just the thought of his name made the tears in Roxas's eyes flow harder.
"Roxas," Axel said softly. He reached out and ran his hand down Roxas back. "I'm here."
Roxas let out a small cry as he felt Axel's hand on his back. He felt sick to his stomach and his head was pounding. Why? How?
'Shit,' Axel said lightly and he pulled his hand away from the boy. He climbed off the bed and moved around it. The red head knelt down on the floor looked at the blond. "Roxas! It's Axel. Look at me," he ordered forcefully.
Roxas flinched and curled into himself even more. "N-no... D-don't touch me!" He sobbed. He started to hyperventilate and dry heave in attempt to get his breath back. "Don't! J-just don't! I-hi! No! Don't touch me! Don't. Touch. ME! Don't touch me. Don't touch me." He repeated the phrase over and over; it became a sort of mantra. He didn't want Axel to touch him. He didn't want anybody to touch him. He felt too dirty, and just seeing Seifer made him feel violated, all over again. "No! Stop it!" He screamed, clutching his hands to his head. In his mind, he was reliving the entire rape, from beginning to end and back again.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Zexion shivered at Demyx's touch and let his eyes droop. On a more serious note, Zexion added, "He said that Axel still hates me..." Zexion propped his chin up on Demyx's chest to look up at him.
"Uh, yeah..." he said with a laugh, not stopping the movement of his hand. "Axel tends to act like an angry mother cat where I am concerned. One that likes to play with fire." He let out a light sigh. "Axel doesn't hate you. If he did he wouldn't let me be here with you like this. He is very protective. He's just upset because you sorta.... well, I kinda..."
Demyx heaved another heavy sigh. "I get what we call episodes from what happened to me... When people startle me or grab me and surprise me I get flash backs from what happened to me and sorta break down...." he trailed off.
"Oh..." Was all Zexion said, resting his cheek on Demyx's chest, again. Zexion sighed and opened his mouth, only to close it once more. He sighed through his nose. "Dem... What did happen to you?" He ventured, biting his lip, hoping he didn't push something that didn't need to be pushing.
-o-o-o-o-o-
"Shit," Axel rose. "I'll be right back," he told Roxas quietly. Quickly he made his way out of the room and out the hall to Demyx. He didn't knock on the teen’s door, he simply opened it and walked in.
Axel only paused for a moment to scowl at Zexion, but judging from the way he was nestled on top of the blond Demyx was alright and the blond wouldn't like him torching the good-for-nothing so-called boyfriend. "Demyx, Roxas is in an episode I need you."
"Kay," he knew Axel wouldn't leave without him. "Zexy, I have to go. I can help him. When I get back, we'll talk. I promise."
Zexion withered under Axel's glare. He leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Demyx's lips before rolling to the side to let him up. "Be careful, Dem," he mumbled.
"Always am," Demyx said fondly. He slid off the bed and ran with Axel down the hall to Axel's room.
Zexion sighed as they left and relaxed into Demyx's bed, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Roxas fought with the blanket that had somehow managed to wrap itself too tightly around him, and finally untangled himself from its confines and pushed it to the floor. He scrambled to the corner of his bed, cowering against the wall. Roxas curled back into his usual fetal position and tried to control his shaking. It didn't work. He erupted into sobs once again and gripped his bed spread.
Quietly, Axel and Demyx entered the room and closed the door behind them."Sit on your own bed," Demyx told the red head as he snatched his guitar off the mattress. The red head did as Demyx instructed.
It had been different for Axel when it had been Demyx. Demyx had been his best friend and already trusted him, so it had been much easier for him to comfort the blond. The fact that he couldn't do anything for Roxas, at the moment, was killing him.
Demyx slowly moved to the foot of the bed on the opposite corner as Roxas. He didn't say anything just slowly sat, placed the guitar onto his lap and began to play a soothing piece he had written after one of his own episodes.
Roxas looked up for a second, then back down at his fingers. "No..." He mumbled, trying to catch his breath. He inhaled sharply and another sob wracked through his body. The music was helping, but not by much. Roxas wiped angrily at the tears on his cheeks.
'Aw, are you crying, Roxy? You want me to get you a tissue~?' A taunting voice filled his head.
"Stop it!" He yelled, clenching and unclenching his fists.
'You yelling like that'll only make it worse.'
"No!" He growled. "Stop it, stop it! Just... stop..." He moaned, miserably.
Axel looked to Demyx with pleading eyes. "Demyx, we have to do something."
"We can't Ax. He doesn't know us well enough for us to snap him out of it. If you touch him, it will only make it worse. The music is the best we can do for him. If you want to try and kneel on the floor and talk to him then go ahead," Demyx replied while still playing.
Axel nodded and climbed off his bed. He moved slowly to Roxas and knelt on the floor looking at the blond. "Roxas," he said softly. He clenched his hands into fists in his lap. "Roxas, its Axel. Remember? A.X.E.L. Got it memorized?"
Roxas's eyes flicked up to Axel, then down to his hands and back again. He gasped for his breath and hiccupped.
"Axel?" He breathed. His entire body shook wildly. He started to reach out to grab at Axel, but flinched back.
'The only thing I want to hear coming from you is screaming...' A harsh, cold voice echoed in between his ears. Roxas clamped his hands over his ears and curled into a ball, again.
"NO! No... more... I... don't want..." He panted. With an apprehensive look, he glanced back up at Axel and launched himself at the redhead, gripping his shirt in his hands and sobbing into his chest. "I d-d-on't wan-nt to... An-ny m-ore..."
Axel glanced at Demyx first and, once he had the blonde’s nod, he climbed onto the bed and pulled the teen, who was still clutching his shirt, onto his lap. "Shhh, shhh. You don't have to do anything anymore. It's just me, Axel. And Demyx who's playing you music. You’re safe. It's just us. It's safe. You’re safe." Axel continued to mummer over and over again, rocking the blond back and forth.
Demyx smiled faintly and finished one song and started on another.
"I do-n't wan-nt to-to rem-em-ember-r an-ny mo-re!" He cried, clinging to Axel for dear life. The gentle rocking was calming him down marginally, but Roxas was still having hard time breathing through his crying. He shook violently; the knuckles on his shaking hands were turning white with their grip on Axel's shirt.
'What're you doing!?'
'You're cute, Roxy...'
'What the hell - !?'
'But, I you're so much cuter when you’re in pain.'
'Stop it! Get off of me!'
'I'd rather not.'
'What the hell are you doing to m - ?!'
'The only thing I want to hear coming form you is screaming.'
And he did just that...
"NO!" He sobbed into Axel's chest. "Shut... up... Make it... g-go... away... Just... make it... go... a...way..." He pleaded, finally loosening his grip and letting his arms flop down. He became full-on dead weight, staring blankly at the wall, tears leaking out of his eyes,
"Demyx, the blanket," Axel said softly. He could tell that the worst of Roxas episode was over. The blonde finished the song he was playing and handed the redhead his equally red throw blanket.
"Roxas," Axel said softly as he cradled the boy tighter to him before laying the blanket over him. "I can't make it go away. I'm so sorry. But I can promise you that I will be here and that it will never happen again."
Demyx began another song on his guitar. "He's good on his words Roxas. Axel can prevent all sorts of abuse, rape, and bullying. You’re safe now. We promise." He looked up and met green eyes that flashed with understanding and Demyx nodded in confirmation.
"Dem," Axel started, but Demyx cut him off with a shake of his head.
"Later, Ax," the blond said, before he began to sing softly with the song he was playing.
Axel nodded and refocused on the blond in his arms, putting all his attention into soothing him with gentle brushes of his hand along the teen's back and the calming rocking motion.
Roxas gladly welcomed the warmth of the blanket and their words. He rested against Axel with his ear to the redhead's chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart.
I'm not alone... He thought, almost happily. The music and warmth and Axel, himself, lulled Roxas into a hazy, calm state. He let out a small yawn and relaxed even further against Axel.
"Thank... you..." He mumbled before closing his eyes and falling asleep, once again.
"You're welcome," Axel said softly. He glanced up at Demyx. "Dem?"
"Just hold him, Ax. He'll feel better when he wakes up," he said softly as he stood and placed the guitar on Axel's bed. "I gotta get back to Zexy." He moved to the redhead and placed a kiss on forehead. "We'll talk later."
"We'd better," Axel agree. He wanted to grab Demyx and force him to stay and talk now, but he didn't want to disturb Roxas, nor did he want to remove his arms from the teen.
To Be Continued…
Mikey ~ I love how ALL of my titles have to do with music… The first one I came up with (Doubt and Trust) is the D. Gray-Man opening, the second one is the English root of one of my favorite bands (Malice Mizer) and this one is a Rise Against album title… 9_9 I might be obsessed…
You know, going back and reading this, I actually started crying… Oh, how I love emotions… Anywho (because you guys totally aren't tired of listening to me ramble…), stay tuned: we might actually get the next chapter up in a decent about of time… ^_~
Kat ~ Oh so close to finding out what is up with Demyx and yet so far away! I’m so excited for what we have planned next! And Mikey was right… I didn’t hold out very long…
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