Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Vindicated ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Xaldin eventually pulled up to Demyx's house, and Xigbar grabbed Demyx's arm before he could get out of the car. He made sure that the sea-green eyes met his golden one before he spoke. “It'll all be fine, kiddo.” he said. Demyx nodded, smiling.

 

“Thank you…”

 

“It's no problem.”

 

“Really?”

 

“As if!”

 

Demyx laughed. Xigbar let him go and they both exited the car, Axel trailing behind them. He looked around nervously, paranoid almost. Demyx noticed.

 

“She shouldn't be here right now, Axel.” he said, smiling shyly. Axel nodded, but didn't seem to really take it to heart. Xigbar didn't bother to ask who this `she' was that had Axel looking over his shoulder. Demyx unlocked the door, and Axel rushed to Demyx's room. Demyx sighed as he and Xigbar walked calmly in Axel's path.

 

“Did you and Axel…?”

 

“We broke up a long time ago. I couldn't stand his mood swings much longer. He got depressed so easily and it tore me up how there was nothing I could do about it. I cried so much I was ready to drown myself in the lake of tears I made over him.” Demyx said swiftly, clearly not wanting to get into it. Xigbar respected that for the moment. He knew he'd eventually get the full story out of the little blonde.

 

Axel was standing in the middle of the blue-walled room, staring all around him. Demyx sighed softly and touched his arm. Axel jumped and looked down at him, blushing. “Sorry. Just…remembering.”

 

Demyx smiled gently up at him. “I understand. C'mon, help me out here.”

 

Xigbar agreed to take Demyx's instruments to the Hummer and once he left the room, Axel turned on Demyx. “Demyx.”

 

Demyx looked at him and gasped when hands found his cheeks. Axel cradled the blonde's face in his hands, gazing down at him. He traced his thumbs over Demyx's lips, a habit he acquired when they were dating. Demyx blushed and looked away.

 

“Axel…”

 

“Just…just one, Demyx. Please?”

 

Demyx sighed. “Axel, we gotta hurry…”

 

“I'll make it quick. I promise.”

 

“Axel…”

 

“Demy…”

 

Axel placed his lips on Demyx's softly, savoring the feel of his supple lips once more. He tentatively licked Demyx's lips with the tip of his tongue in hope of coaxing him to open his mouth. Demyx refused, but that didn't bother Axel too much. Just to do this…just to kiss him again…that was all he really needed.

 

When Axel pulled back, he was feeling guiltier than he ever had. He put Demyx through all that shit back then, and now they couldn't be together because of it. Demyx was sensitive, and he didn't notice until that moment when Demyx hugged him, kissed his cheek, and whispered his apologies in his ear so long ago.

 

Demyx was staring at him. “Axel.”

 

Axel realized he was still holding onto Demyx's face. He released him quickly, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. “S-sorry. Well, where's a suitcase, huh?” he said, laughing a little to lighten the mood. Demyx sighed.

 

“In my closet. Don't pack anything without me seeing it please.” he said, grinning. Axel had knack for finding random pieces of clothing that Demyx forgot, or didn't know, he had that were, um, in a blunt term, slutty.

 

Axel chuckled. “Okay, okay. I gotta say, though. That shirt last time…”

 

“Axel!”

 

“Do you still have that? I never got to see you in it…”

 

“I'm not telling you where it is!”

 

“That means you do so it's probably still under your mattress.”

 

Demyx groaned, yet he was smiling. He missed this Axel.

 

When Xigbar came back in, he started searching for money around the house. When Demyx asked why, Xigbar merely said, “You're not gonna want a job for a long while, Demyx.”

 

Demyx believed that.

 

By the time every item of clothing, including all the revealing ones Axel had a radar for, were packed in suitcases and duffle bags, Demyx was almost done packing his other belongings such as notebooks, sheet music, a sketchbook, CDs and other electronics. Axel told him he had his game consoles, but Demyx insisted that he take his anyway. He bought his own PS2, dammit!

 

His room was practically bare when they were done almost an hour later. He had even taken his comforter and pillow from his bed, to which Xigbar had raised his eyebrow at. The last thing he needed was tucked safely in his arms, cradled like a small, precious baby. He held onto his sitar for dear life, not letting Xigbar or Axel touch it. He was just about to leave his room when he caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror on his wall.

 

He was clothed in a long-sleeved black shirt with a golden-yellow, short-sleeved t-shirt over it with his band's logo on the front. His pants were hanging off his hips, the black cloth worn at the knees from continuous wear. It was only now that he took note that he was wearing the black skater shoes Axel got him for his birthday one year before they got together. It was a shock they still fit him.

 

He sighed. He forgot his hair gel. His hair was always styled in an abnormal mullet, but as people commented it was cute/awesome on him and wouldn't work with anyone else. Like how Roxas could pull off a cat collar with a bell better than most girls without it being overly kinky. But that was beside the point…

 

Demyx waved goodbye to himself, only catching the deeper meaning of it as he left the house, gel, toothbrush and sitar in hand. He had left a note on the fridge for his younger sister, and asked for her to call him.

 

Seated comfortably next to Xigbar and cuddling his sitar, he closed his eyes as Xaldin pulled from the house. He refused to open them even when Xigbar asked if he wanted to look at it one last time. The scar-faced man was kind to Demyx, and he couldn't leave that fact alone. There was something about the attention that made him happy and giggly inside.