Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Vindicated ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Vehira
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kingdom Hearts nor its characters; Nomura does. "Vindicated" lyrics belong to Dashboard Confessional.

Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Adventure | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.30.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 269 | Status: Work In Progress

He almost refused to get in. But he was shoved in, and a certain hand on his butt didn't do much to cure his nerves. He had glared down at Xigbar, but he had just grinned back, slammed the door, and started talking to the other cloaked man. Demyx huffed and sat, peering around for the redhead he knew.
Axel was sitting behind him, slumped over. Demyx bit his abused lip again. He tapped his thigh, and hummed before he got the nerve to sing.
“Hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye
And roped me in
So mesmerizing and
So hypnotizing
I am captivated
I am
Vindicated…” his voice was soft and hesitant as he turned in his seat to see the red, spiky-haired head lift up slightly. Then a slightly deeper voice continued the song.
“I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
Swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things
You swore you saw yourself…”
Axel lifted his head fully, a lopsided, loose grin on his face. “Hey, Dem. I missed you.” he said, his tone weighed down. Demyx smiled remorsefully.
“I…missed you, too…Axel.” he said softly. Axel chuckled darkly, but not in the low, seductive and mysterious way Xigbar had earlier. No, this darkness pained Demyx to hear once again.
“No you didn't…” he muttered, closing his radiant green eyes. Demyx's face faltered. He bit his lip. “Dem, don't bite your lips. You know how much I…” Axel began, but stopped. “Well, I guess my opinion doesn't matter anymore, huh?”
Demyx hated being around his ex. Axel got so down easily, and brought people down with him. He was a great guy when he was happy and stuff, but moments like these were what tore Demyx up too harshly to withstand much longer.
“Axel…you'll always matter. You and your opinions. Don't…don't make me live through this again.” Demyx pleaded. Axel stared at him. He smiled warmly.
“Okay. I'll listen to ya. So…how's it been?”
Demyx shrugged. “Not bad. The band and I have our first CD out.” he said, smirking. He had to brag. Axel chuckled, the note in which was more uplifting. Demyx was always glad to get off the sad note.
“I know. I got it. I was in the store Roxas works at and I saw it on display. Heh, I can't tell you how excited I was. For both youand me.” he said, grinning and laughing slightly. He knew how sensitive Demyx was, so he tried to keep his tone and attitude light; he didn't want to scare the blonde away again.
Demyx smiled. “Thanks. So,” he nodded his head to Xigbar and the much larger man outside, “what's with these guys?”
Axel sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Xigbar's a recruiter. Him and Xaldin. I wasn't expecting you to be dragged into all this…” he said. Demyx blinked.
“Huh?”
“Organization XIII. Welcome, Dem. You're the newest member. Number IX.”
Demyx's face dropped. So…he was being forced into an organization?! His shock must have been evident on his face, because Axel only nodded gravely.
“Wh...what? Organization XIII? What's that? What do they do? Why am I being forced?!”
Axel stared at his feet, mulling over what he should and should not answer with. “Well…Organization XIII is an organization made up of, currently, nine members. I'm…not sure what the purpose is exactly, however. All I know is that the leader, Xemnas, was insistent on getting you, Number IX.” he said carefully. Ever since he joined, he had learned how to beat around the bushes without someone else catching on.
Demyx wasn't really sure if he wanted to cry or not. “And…” he looked away, his eyes falling on Xigbar. Xigbar paused in his speech and glanced up at him, as if he had felt that he was being watched. He grinned and gave him a thumbs-up. Demyx weakly smiled in return and turned back to Axel. “Why…why are you here?” he asked. Axel looked hurt, but it was cleared when he saw Demyx's worried face. His lips, drawn into a line, curved up a little.
“Heh…I should have expected you to come…Xemnasordered me to tag along.” he replied, adding bitterly, “Probably just wanted to show off how much he knew about me. Scare me. Make me watch my step.”
Demyx had never seen such agitation in the deep emerald eyes of Axel.
He was frightened for a moment. For himself or Axel, he wasn't so sure. “That's…that's…” Demyx muttered, searching for the right word. “Oh…what's that word…”
Axel's weary smile shut him up. “Cruel? Psychotic? Controlling?”
Demyx forced a smile back. “Yeah…”
“He's a fucking sociopath and everyone knows it. Yet we do nothing to stop it. Because we can't…”
“Oh, Axel! Cheer up a little!”
Axel looked at Demyx as if he had just sprouted five more heads. “What?”
Demyx smiled goofily, blushing ever so lightly. “It could be worse. He could have made you come in to take me instead of Xigbar. Maybe even drag me out of the store kicking and screaming. Threaten me.”
Axel blinked. Then he chuckled. “I guess so. Damn, I'll never get tired of your personality, Dem.”
“Thanks.”
“You know I mean it.”
“Ditto.”
Axel reached over to ruffle Demyx's hair, but his hand paused as his palm grazed the top of the blonde mullet. A flash of recollection ran through his eyes, pained and wary. He smiled, however, and continued his action, rubbing Demyx's scalp with his fingertips. His hair was strangely soft…
Demyx giggled. He loved having his head rubbed! “Hee hee, Axel!”
Axel smirked. “Yes, Demyx?”
Demyx laughed girlishly again. “You know what!”
Chuckling, Axel removed his hand. “It'd be hard for me not to.” he said. He glanced out the window, and his happy look was washed off. “They're coming back. The big, burly guy is Xaldin, don't mess with him. He's one of our chef's and he is scarily skilled with a sword or any other pointy object. Oh yeah, don't laugh when he takes his hood down.” he warned Demyx. Demyx was about to ask why he shouldn't laugh, but the sound of opening car doors made him quiet.