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Zexion squirmed on the cold, tiled floor, his wrists and ankles were aching. Where am i? was the constant thought shooting through his mind. He tried to stretch his arms out only to find them tied behind his back. 'Fuck,' he thought, continuing to squirm. "Hello?" the words echoed away from him into black emptiness. 'Stupid blindfold,' he mentally cursed. Slow, steady footsteps were heard in the distance. "Hello?" he repeated, louder this time. He managed to push himself into a kneeling position, resting his behind on his heels.
Two hands rested firmly on his shoulders, the leather encasing said hands creaking at the motion. "Well, well, well," a voice breathed into Zexion's ear, "What do we have here...?"
Zexion knew that voice, he had heard it almost every day for the past couple of years. "M-Marluxia?" the blue-haired teen stuttered. The leather vices gripped harder still on his frail shoulders.
A cold, hard chuckle brushed against Zexion's ear, "Aren't we the bright one?" the rose-haired Nobody whispered. One of the vices released its grip on one of Zexion's shoulders only to entertwine fingers into his blue-grey locks, yanking his head back.
Zexion whimpered in fear as he felt a hot tongue run down the exposed flesh of his neck. "S-st-stop..." Zexion whispered unevenly. The hot tongue was quickly replaced with sharp teeth biting down brutally on the pale skin. Zexion moaned in pain at the action. "Ma-" he started, but was cut off by the remaining leather head clamping over his mouth.
"Shhh..." Marluxia soothed, "Don't speak..." Taking advantage of the younger Nobody's positon, Marluxia pulled Zexion backwards so he was laying on his back, he felt the rose-haired man move to straddle his hips. Marluxia's intentions were clear.
"Marluxia, stop!" Zexion screamed, his voice echoing through the eerie darkness. The only sound that broke through it was a disturbing cackle that was growing louder. Uh-oh.
"Vexen?!" Zexion shrieked. Footsteps sounded from the opposite end of the room.
"He's quick as a bullet, isn't he?" the mad scientist mewed. Zexion snarked in disgust at the two other people in the room.
"Bit of a temper though!" Marluxia tutted. Vexen's footsteps grew louder and grasped the smaller boy's hands and held them above his head.
"After you," Vexen cooed.
'Somebody help me... Please,' Zexion whispered in his mind.

~ + ~

Demyx skipped down the hallway, humming along to the song in his head. "You can brush my hair, undress me anywhere!" he sang off-key. The blondette stopped at another door, bursting through the door, "Hello!" he sang. He opened his eyes to find a wide-eyed Axel and Roxas semi-naked, Roxas pressed up against the wall. "Whoopsie daisy! Wrong room! I'll leave you two alone!" he winked before skipping out the door. Demyx still wasn't used to the new room numbers of the new house they all moved into. Demyx was still looking for his adorable blue-haired crush, but this house was so confusing! He could have sworn he looked this place up and down! His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of blue hair entering one of the previously empty rooms. Demyx spun towards the door he slipped through and made his way to the door.
"Demyx!" a voice screeched from behind him, he spun straight back around to come face-to-face with an extremely pissed off blonde.
"Hi Larxy!" he blondette waved frantically in said blonde's face.
Larxene glared in return, "Not now Demyx, I'm not in the mood!" she grunted, "You haven't seen Marly anywhere, have you?" her face softened slightly at the mention of her rose-haired partner.
"No, I haven't, sorry!" Demyx replied, placing a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.
"That bisexual bastard had better not be cheating on me!" she stomped, her features hardening again. She let out an agitated sigh, turned on her heel and stormed off.
Demyx merely shrugged and headed towards his previous destination of Zexion's room. "Zexy!" he cooed. No response.'That's odd,' he thought, 'I could have sworn this was the room he went in!' He pressed his ear against the door, muffled sobs could be heard on the other side of it. "Zexion?" Demyx called, worried now.
He slowly opened the door to the room. "ZEXION!" the blondette screamed. Zexion was sitting in the middle of his bed, tears pouring down his face, a reasonably-sized knife halfway down his arm. Crimson fluid was soaking into and staining the blue and black sheets. Zexion's eyes were half-lidded but Demyx could see that they were red. The blue-haired teen was swaying, Demyx ran forward to catch him as he slipped into a deep sleep.
Demyx could feel his eyes burning, "Somebody get Xemnas! Hurry!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Please don't die. Please don't die. Please don't die," he whispered to the unconcious boy in his arms.

~ + ~

Zexion awoke in the hospital wing of the new house. His body ached, especially his left arm. He looked down at the bed, to find a blondette sleeping, his face contorted in pain and he was grasping the sheets with great force. Clearly, he was having a nightmare. Zexion could hear him mumbling into the cotton sheets. He tried to make out the words.
"No. Don't go. Zexion. Please... Don't die!" Zexion stared at the sleeping Nobody. He shifted his feet and pretended to be asleep as the blondette started to stir. "Z-Zexion!" he started.
Zexion faked a yawn, "Demyx?" he rubbed his eyes, "What happened? Why am I here?" he was genuinely confused, he couldn't remember what happened.
"You don't remember?" Demyx sounded shocked, Zexion shook his head 'no'. "You...uh...you tried. To. Well, you know! Kill yourself..."
'Oh.'
Memories of the previous day flooded back to his mind, Moving into the new house. Seeing his new room. Waking up in a room blindfolded and tied up and-
'Oh.'
Zexion examined his left arm, a vey thick bandage was covering his forearm while a collection of tubes full of various fluids were running beneath it.
Zexion looked up to find Demyx staring at him. Their eyes met for a moment, and Demyx turned an attractive shade of pink. Zexion was the first to break eye contact, returning his gaze to the bandaged limb, "It was pretty deep, you know," he heard Demyx murmur, he looked back up, eyes locking once more, "What were you trying to do?"
Zexion let out a sad laugh, "I thought my intentions seemed fairly clear..." he mumbled, shuddering at the memories accompanying those words.
"Well I know what you were trying to do... But why?" the blondette Nobody scooted closer to the blue-haired teen.
Zexion could feel his eyes burning and his vision growing fuzzy, he pulled his knees up to his chest, "Just... because... Just because, okay?" he said softly, his voice cracking, ruining his attempt further at keeping a nonchalant facade.
Demyx rested a reassuring hand on the boy's knee, "Zexy, please... You can tell me!" he whispered, rubbing the knee in a comforting fashion. Hot tears fell onto his hand as Zexion's head rested on it. "Zexy, it's okay... Please, talk to me..." the older boy whispered.
Zexion couldn't take it anymore, his silent whimpers turned into gasping sobs and wailing. Demyx sat in front of the sobbing boy and took him in an inseperatable embrace, he rubbed his back with one hand and rested the other on the back of the head now buried in his shoulder.
"Shh... It's okay, I'm here. Let it out," Demyx whispered into blue hair, rocking slightly, like comforting a child after a nightmare.
After regaining coherency, Zexion lifted his head to look at Demyx, whose eyes were brimming with tears, also. "It was horrible," he managed to breathe out.
"What was?" Demyx whispered, still rocking ever-so-slightly.
"What they did to me... They-" Zexion tried, but broke into a new round of tears. Demyx didn't mind, as he continued to comfort the heartbroken boy.
"It's okay. You don't have to explain," Demyx crooned, "Just tell me who..." he urged.
"Marluxia and Veven-" was the last thing the blue-haired teen managed to choke out before losing all coherency.
"Oh Zexy..." Demyx sighed. 'I am going to kill those two, for doing this to Zexion...' he thought in rage.

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Zexion squirmed on the cold, tiled floor, his wrists and ankles were aching. Where am i? was the constant thought shooting through his mind. He tried to stretch his arms out only to find them tied behind his back. 'Fuck,' he thought, continuing to squirm. "Hello?" the words echoed away from him into black emptiness. 'Stupid blindfold,' he mentally cursed. Slow, steady footsteps were heard in the distance. "Hello?" he repeated, louder this time. He managed to push himself into a kneeling position, resting his behind on his heels.
Two hands rested firmly on his shoulders, the leather encasing said hands creaking at the motion. "Well, well, well," a voice breathed into Zexion's ear, "What do we have here...?"
Zexion knew that voice, he had heard it almost every day for the past couple of years. "M-Marluxia?" the blue-haired teen stuttered. The leather vices gripped harder still on his frail shoulders.
A cold, hard chuckle brushed against Zexion's ear, "Aren't we the bright one?" the rose-haired Nobody whispered. One of the vices released its grip on one of Zexion's shoulders only to entertwine fingers into his blue-grey locks, yanking his head back.
Zexion whimpered in fear as he felt a hot tongue run down the exposed flesh of his neck. "S-st-stop..." Zexion whispered unevenly. The hot tongue was quickly replaced with sharp teeth biting down brutally on the pale skin. Zexion moaned in pain at the action. "Ma-" he started, but was cut off by the remaining leather head clamping over his mouth.
"Shhh..." Marluxia soothed, "Don't speak..." Taking advantage of the younger Nobody's positon, Marluxia pulled Zexion backwards so he was laying on his back, he felt the rose-haired man move to straddle his hips. Marluxia's intentions were clear.
"Marluxia, stop!" Zexion screamed, his voice echoing through the eerie darkness. The only sound that broke through it was a disturbing cackle that was growing louder. Uh-oh.
"Vexen?!" Zexion shrieked. Footsteps sounded from the opposite end of the room.
"He's quick as a bullet, isn't he?" the mad scientist mewed. Zexion snarked in disgust at the two other people in the room.
"Bit of a temper though!" Marluxia tutted. Vexen's footsteps grew louder and grasped the smaller boy's hands and held them above his head.
"After you," Vexen cooed.
'Somebody help me... Please,' Zexion whispered in his mind.

~ + ~

Demyx skipped down the hallway, humming along to the song in his head. "You can brush my hair, undress me anywhere!" he sang off-key. The blondette stopped at another door, bursting through the door, "Hello!" he sang. He opened his eyes to find a wide-eyed Axel and Roxas semi-naked, Roxas pressed up against the wall. "Whoopsie daisy! Wrong room! I'll leave you two alone!" he winked before skipping out the door. Demyx still wasn't used to the new room numbers of the new house they all moved into. Demyx was still looking for his adorable blue-haired crush, but this house was so confusing! He could have sworn he looked this place up and down! His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of blue hair entering one of the previously empty rooms. Demyx spun towards the door he slipped through and made his way to the door.
"Demyx!" a voice screeched from behind him, he spun straight back around to come face-to-face with an extremely pissed off blonde.
"Hi Larxy!" he blondette waved frantically in said blonde's face.
Larxene glared in return, "Not now Demyx, I'm not in the mood!" she grunted, "You haven't seen Marly anywhere, have you?" her face softened slightly at the mention of her rose-haired partner.
"No, I haven't, sorry!" Demyx replied, placing a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.
"That bisexual bastard had better not be cheating on me!" she stomped, her features hardening again. She let out an agitated sigh, turned on her heel and stormed off.
Demyx merely shrugged and headed towards his previous destination of Zexion's room. "Zexy!" he cooed. No response.'That's odd,' he thought, 'I could have sworn this was the room he went in!' He pressed his ear against the door, muffled sobs could be heard on the other side of it. "Zexion?" Demyx called, worried now.
He slowly opened the door to the room. "ZEXION!" the blondette screamed. Zexion was sitting in the middle of his bed, tears pouring down his face, a reasonably-sized knife halfway down his arm. Crimson fluid was soaking into and staining the blue and black sheets. Zexion's eyes were half-lidded but Demyx could see that they were red. The blue-haired teen was swaying, Demyx ran forward to catch him as he slipped into a deep sleep.
Demyx could feel his eyes burning, "Somebody get Xemnas! Hurry!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Please don't die. Please don't die. Please don't die," he whispered to the unconcious boy in his arms.

~ + ~

Zexion awoke in the hospital wing of the new house. His body ached, especially his left arm. He looked down at the bed, to find a blondette sleeping, his face contorted in pain and he was grasping the sheets with great force. Clearly, he was having a nightmare. Zexion could hear him mumbling into the cotton sheets. He tried to make out the words.
"No. Don't go. Zexion. Please... Don't die!" Zexion stared at the sleeping Nobody. He shifted his feet and pretended to be asleep as the blondette started to stir. "Z-Zexion!" he started.
Zexion faked a yawn, "Demyx?" he rubbed his eyes, "What happened? Why am I here?" he was genuinely confused, he couldn't remember what happened.
"You don't remember?" Demyx sounded shocked, Zexion shook his head 'no'. "You...uh...you tried. To. Well, you know! Kill yourself..."
'Oh.'
Memories of the previous day flooded back to his mind, Moving into the new house. Seeing his new room. Waking up in a room blindfolded and tied up and-
'Oh.'
Zexion examined his left arm, a vey thick bandage was covering his forearm while a collection of tubes full of various fluids were running beneath it.
Zexion looked up to find Demyx staring at him. Their eyes met for a moment, and Demyx turned an attractive shade of pink. Zexion was the first to break eye contact, returning his gaze to the bandaged limb, "It was pretty deep, you know," he heard Demyx murmur, he looked back up, eyes locking once more, "What were you trying to do?"
Zexion let out a sad laugh, "I thought my intentions seemed fairly clear..." he mumbled, shuddering at the memories accompanying those words.
"Well I know what you were trying to do... But why?" the blondette Nobody scooted closer to the blue-haired teen.
Zexion could feel his eyes burning and his vision growing fuzzy, he pulled his knees up to his chest, "Just... because... Just because, okay?" he said softly, his voice cracking, ruining his attempt further at keeping a nonchalant facade.
Demyx rested a reassuring hand on the boy's knee, "Zexy, please... You can tell me!" he whispered, rubbing the knee in a comforting fashion. Hot tears fell onto his hand as Zexion's head rested on it. "Zexy, it's okay... Please, talk to me..." the older boy whispered.
Zexion couldn't take it anymore, his silent whimpers turned into gasping sobs and wailing. Demyx sat in front of the sobbing boy and took him in an inseperatable embrace, he rubbed his back with one hand and rested the other on the back of the head now buried in his shoulder.
"Shh... It's okay, I'm here. Let it out," Demyx whispered into blue hair, rocking slightly, like comforting a child after a nightmare.
After regaining coherency, Zexion lifted his head to look at Demyx, whose eyes were brimming with tears, also. "It was horrible," he managed to breathe out.
"What was?" Demyx whispered, still rocking ever-so-slightly.
"What they did to me... They-" Zexion tried, but broke into a new round of tears. Demyx didn't mind, as he continued to comfort the heartbroken boy.
"It's okay. You don't have to explain," Demyx crooned, "Just tell me who..." he urged.
"Marluxia and Veven-" was the last thing the blue-haired teen managed to choke out before losing all coherency.
"Oh Zexy..." Demyx sighed. 'I am going to kill those two, for doing this to Zexion...' he thought in rage.