Hey there! This is Demyx, the one and only Melodious Nocturne and Number 9 in the Organization. Just do me a favor? Don’t tell Saix about this. He’ll think I’m slacking off.
.A part of him just wanted to go back with Demyx, wanted to just forget about Roxas and stay with his fiance. He felt bad, it always seemed like Axel was putting Demyx before Roxas, and that’s how it shouldn’t have been at all, Demyx should have always been his first priority, but he wasn’t and Axel regretted that.
Axel summoned his chakrams at the look of the water clones, but it was delayed due to his exhaustion, and one of the clones managed to deal a hit, making Axel stumble back a bit, leaving him open to attack. “Babe, please don’t do this,” He was practically pleading. Axel knew he didn’t stand a chance, he was too tired to hand a good hit to a damn clone, but he tried, managing to land a few hits but overall failing.
It wasn’t long before he’d been knocked down, and he just stayed there, letting his chakrams de-materialize. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down before opening his eyes, not saying a word.
Look at me, so weak I can’t even put up a decent fight.
From the looks of things, this wasn’t going to be too much of a hassle. On his best day, Axel would be tough to beat, especially for Demyx. However, it seemed the red head was worn out. Well, that’s where obsession would get you. You forgot to look after number one. You made mistakes. Mistakes that ended up costing you dearly.
It was better this way, though. It only meant it would be that much easier for the Nocturne to bring Axel back without too much of a struggle. If he had to knock the guy unconscious, well… he could always apologize for it later. Better than someone else in the Organization finding him and eliminating him on the spot.
Demyx just stood over the other, seeing the pleading in his eyes. No… he couldn’t let that sway him. No matter how much he cared. It was better this way. “It’s gonna be okay, Ax,” he assured him. “Once I take you back, it’ll be fine.” He’d just make up a story. He could say he found the number VIII passed out. He wouldn’t mention Axel’s refusal to come back, his resistance. He would lie to keep him safe. He just needed to get him back first.
The silence was the hardest part, they just stood there, looking at each other. Axel knew this was it. It wasn’t going to work out how he’d hoped, he’d been too hopeful with this, thinking that Demyx would do this. It wasn’t like Axel blamed him at all, it was a big ask after all. Leaving the Organization, risking his life.
But at the same time he was so angry about his choice. Did Demyx not want to be with him? Was that it? Axel had given the other so much, had let him in more than he had anyone else, and for what? To be turned down? Did everything that they have mean nothing to him?
Axel was sure his heart would have stopped if he had one. The words had just finalized his thoughts. He was on his own, even Demyx wouldn’t help him. He was ashamed of himself, for being so stupid to think that maybe, just maybe, Demyx would do this one thing for him, to think that for one second, Demyx loved him enough to just do this.
But obviously he was wrong. This wasn’t like a fairytale, people didn’t get happy endings in real life, that’s just how it was. Axel was no exception to this at all. But that didn’t change the fact that it hurt. It hurt a lot. “I just thought that you’d do this, after all the times you said you love me, that you just wanted to make me happy, why would you change your mind?”
The bantering was constant, and Axel couldn’t take it, he wasn’t angry in the slightest, he was just exhausted. Demyx’s words weren’t helping him at all, he knew he was selfish. Selfish for thinking he could have it all, that’s just how he was, but he didn’t need Demyx reminding him about it.
That’s all he was to Demyx now, a traitor. That was the part that hurt him the most, knowing that Demyx thought that of him. He thought that love was a sort of unconditional thing, you love the person no matter what, but he guessed he was wrong on that account. It was clear that the other had made his decision. “Is that all I am to you now? A traitor?” His words were quiet, pained, like he didn’t quite know what to do anymore.
Is this what he’s become?
Axel instinctively jumped back as the ocean behind Demyx started getting a little wold. Both of them knew of Axel’s fear of water, at least, large amounts like this. He knew he was going to lose this battle, you could tell by the rage in Demyx’s eyes. He was serious, and Axel didn’t stand a chance.
Unbelievable. Even after everything he’d done, Axel was still wanting to play the victim. On any other day, at any other time, if the circumstances hadn’t been just so, Demyx might have folded. Caved under his own desire not to do the other any form of harm, to keep him smiling. But Axel had crossed a line. He had betrayed Demyx’s trust.
"I haven’t changed my mind at all," the Nocturne stated. As angry as he was with Axel, he still cared for the guy. Still wanted to see him return home safe and sound. He still wanted a life with the guy. "That’s why I’m bringing you back. I aready told you I’m selfish. Too selfish to let you go."
Even if, it seemed, that Roxas was, and forever would be, more important to Axel than Demyx could ever be. Why else would he abandon everyone and everything just to see him again? THe aching in his chest was too great for him to handle. He couldn’t think straight. All he knew was he needed to get Axel back to the Organization. That was the only way to fix things.
He bent over his sitar and began playing a fast paced melody. Water clones began to blosom from out of the wet sand of the beach. They made their way towards the Flurry.
"I’m not leaving you.. You could come with me! Help me find Roxas, we could find a place somewhere, away from the Organization. No missions, no wakin’ up early, we could do whatever we wanted."
It was a long shot, asking this of Demyx. But he had to at least try. He’d just lost Roxas, and he didn’t to lose Demyx too, he wasn’t sure if he could handle something like that.
Axel knew there was a slim chance that Demyx would even agree, but he had to hope. Sure, they’d be on the run, but Axel would be keeping both promises he made. He was going to bring Roxas back, and damn it he wasn’t leaving Demyx.
But if it came down to it, Axel knew what he had to do. He just hoped Demyx would understand.
The silence that followed was a long one. And for Demyx, there was silence. Like the whole world just went to mute. It wasn’t until he drew breath did he realize he was shaking. “Are you kidding me?” His tone and the pitch of his voice had lowered significantly and his eyes had darkened. “You walk out on us, with intent of never coming back, and now you’re asking me to the same thing?”
To say he was insulted was an understatement. And every twinge of anger and hurt he’d felt towards the red head was now starting to bubble forth. He drew breaths through his nose, but they did nothing to ease his mood. “You have got to be, one of the most selfish people I’ve ever met. And I would know, because I’m pretty damn selfish.”
His voice grew in volume as he continued on. “What? Did you honestly think this was gonna be some happily ever after ending? You gave no thought in leaving me, and the only reason you’re inviting me along NOW is because it’s convenient for you.” Some, if not all of the things coming from Demyx’s mouth, he might regret later. But for the moment, he was too worked up to care.
“I’m not a traitor like you!”
In a blink he positioned his sitar and strummed a loud chord. The ocean, which had been so peaceful, surged up behind him. “I’ll drag your ass back kicking and screaming if I have to.”
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You could almost cut through the tension with a knife, it was that bad. The silence was awkward, unbearable and he didn’t like it. Is this what had really become of them? Resorting to talking like they were… Well, like they were on opposite sides. But he supposed that was true, they were. Axel had left and Demyx had stayed, he couldn’t force Demyx into leaving with him, it wouldn’t be fair on him.
He knew there was no point hiding how he was feeling, Demyx would be able to see through it easily, they were engaged after all, Demyx knew him better than he even knew himself. He only listened to Demyx, not sure if it’d be safe to speak, he wasn’t even sure what he would say.
There were so many things going through his mind, an he was just tired. Looking for Roxas hadn’t been an easy task so far, since no one would take him in he spent most nights sleeping outside, wherever he could find shelter, and it was easy to tell that was the case. He was a mess, emotionally and physically.
Axel wanted nothing more than to just go back over to Demyx. He’d be safer then, Demyx would take care of him, he knew that. But his pride just wouldn’t let him do it. Axel wasn’t a quitter, and when he said to himself that he was going to find Roxas, he meant it.
"I can’t tell you that, Demyx… Because I can’t go back. Not when I’m so close.." You could practically hear the desperation in his tone, desperation for making Demyx understand, desperation for finding his best friend. He was starting to feel like everything he was doing was a lost cause.
The red head was taking an awful long time answering. Demyx rolled his tongue against the inside of his teeth as he waited. The outcome didn’t look too good. He did have a tiny sliver of hope as their eyes met. He could see that Axel was miserable. Maybe he’d give up on whatever crazy plan he had and just come home.
Yet even this small hope was dashed like a ship being tossed onto rocks by an unforgiving ocean. Just what the hell was Axel hoping to accomplish? “Axel, Roxas in gone. Just accept it. If we get him back, fine. But you’re not doing anyone any favors by ditching us.”
Did Demyx want to fight Axel? Of course not. He’d like to avoid that scenario if at all possible. However, Demyx knew he couldn’t just let Axel go now that he’d found him, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to leave the Organization. That was the only home they had. He also wasn’t keen on the idea of being eliminated or turning into a Dusk.
“Axel, just come back to us. Please.” Blue eyes stared hard into Axel’s face, trying to make him understand that it would better for him, for everyone, if he just came home. “If you really want, we can still look for Roxas. But for now, just come home.” He took a deep breath. “You promised you wouldn’t leave me.”
10. Our character’s have been mistaken for serial killers! The cops won’t listen and we’re both to be put to death… within the hour!
Xigbar growled, slamming his fist against the wall, even as the blonde flinched from the noise, frustrated that they’d been captured and mistaken for two people they’d never heard of. It wouldn’t have been an issue, able to use portals, but with their cloaks taken away, they had no safe way to travel through the darkness. “Fuck!” That hurt, it fucking hurt.
From the feeling of things, he’d shattered his knuckles.
Put to death. For the crimes of sixteen deaths against them, the cops had said they were going to receive the death penalty in under an hour. He wracked his brain for some way to get out of this place, his hands still stinging as he paced their small cell, jaw clenched with rage and worry.
He promised Demyx they’d be safe on this mission, it was supposed to be Re-con. This was the last thing he’d expected when they’d been gathering the required information and heading back to the place where they would RTC, so when they’d been slammed into the ground and placed under arrest, he’d sworn at them, threatened to shoot the bastards.
It didn’t help them to convince the cops they were falsely accused.
Demyx, in the meantime, was laying on one of the uncomfortable beds staring up at the cieling. You’d think if they were gonna be put to death they could at least have something like warmth, comfort, maybe a last meal.
Of all the messes to land in this about trumped them all. “Couldn’t we technically… I dunno. We’re not really stuck here are we?”
The world was similar to the one he’d grown up in. And he’d been to jail before too, granted not for an offense like this one.