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Love and Loss - Chapter 2
Love and Loss
by SeventhNight
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Libraries: Angst, Drama, Kingdom Hearts, Romance, Series, Shounen-Ai
Published on Jan 14, 2008 12:16 pm / 6 Chapter(s) / 0 Review(s)
Updated on Jan 14, 2008 12:16 pm
Axel's made up his mind to leave the Organization. But what about Demyx, his closest friend and lover? (all things KH2 (c) SquareEnix )
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Chapter 2
He was running behind. He’d taken WAY too long on that last assignment, and now he was late. Boots thudded on the tile floor as the blond Nobody sprinted to the Superior’s quarters, skidding to a halt just shy of the door.
Smooth move, Demyx, he scolded himself, chewing on his lip as he knelt. Maybe he could just slip the folders under the door and get lost before the Superior even knew he’d been there. Unfortunately for the Nocturne…this really wasn’t his day.
Just as the reports from his last mission were placed on the floor, ready to be slipped under the door, said door opened, giving Demyx a nice view of a large pair of boots. Shit…The blue eyed gaze steadily moved up, following the line of the heavy coat up long legs, over a broad chest to equally broad shoulders…to the silver framed face of the Superior.
“OH! Ah, Superior! I-I didn’t know you were in,” the blond stammered.
“I didn’t hear you knock,” the deep voice said skeptically. Demyx turned a faint shade of red as he gathered the files into his arms and stood. Damn sometimes he hated being one of the shorter members of the Organization.
“Yeah um, well…” he paused, trying to think of a good excuse, but Xemnas interrupted his thoughts.
“I was wanting to speak with you,” he said, and the blond visibly paled.
“M-me, sir?” he asked, ducking his head slightly and looking quite sheepish. The Superior nodded, stepping back and waving the blond inside. Demyx scurried inside, feeling like a little kid lost in a museum. The Superior’s quarters were vast, consisting of several rooms. A study, a library, a personal lounge, as well as others hidden behind massive ornate doors.
Xemnas stepped past him, taking the files he was going to drop off, tucking them under his own arm. Demyx reached vainly at them, not really wanting him to see them just yet. But well…nothing he could do about it now. He moved to follow the Superior, trying his best not to touch anything.
The taller Nobody stepped into his study, gesturing at a chair for the other to take a seat as he moved to a set of filing cabinets off to the side of the room. Demyx sat, once more feeling very much like a child…only this time more like one sitting in the principle’s office. He bounced his legs a little, chewing on his lip and watching as the Superior pulled out a set of files, dropping them on his desk before taking a seat.
“I trust that you realize your performance of late has been less than satisfactory,” Xemnas said, folding his hands together and fixing his unyielding rust gaze on the young man across from him.
“Yes, sir,” the blond said with a nod, suddenly finding the floor intensely interesting.
“This is not what I’ve come to expect from you, Demyx.”
“I know sir…I’ve been a little off my game lately,” the blond answered meekly, biting his lip and daring to meet the other’s gaze. A silver brow rose almost gracefully at that answer.
“A little?” he said lowly. “Demyx…” He started shuffling through some of the files, finally finding whatever he was looking for. “Based on levels of completion, number of attained goals, and so on…Your performance is down considerably.”
As he spoke, he held out various papers to the Nocturne, each page covered in read outs and technical speak that might as well have been Greek for all the blond could make of it.
“Down?” he said, looking worriedly at a few more pages. “Like…how bad?”
“A 67% drop in the past months.”
The blond’s jaw dropped.
“Wha…What?! I-I didn’t know I was doing that bad!!” he exclaimed, almost dropping the pages he’d been handed. The Superior only nodded. There was a tense moment of silence as the tall Nobody leaned back in his chair.
“…I think I know the reason for it, as well,” he said at length, glancing over at Demyx. The Nocturne froze, blood running cold in his veins. “You first started having problems…right after Axel left. I take it his desertion has something to do with this?”
Demyx fidgeted under that piercing gaze. Biting his lip, he tugged at the seams of his coat, squirming uncomfortably in his chair. Cat was out of the bag now. Whether he answered or not, Xemnas would know that was the crux of the matter. The Superior sighed and shook his head after a moment.
“I must admit, I sympathize to a point,” he said softly, trying to be as gentle as he could with the blond. “I do not know what I would do if Saïx left…However, you have to put him from your mind, number IX. Axel is a traitor and a renegade. If we ever find him, his punishment will be harsh.”
Demyx bit his lip, clutching at the chair and trying to keep from looking at the other. Forget Axel? He couldn’t do that.
“I-I can’t,” he said shakily. “I can’t forget about him.”
“You SHOULD, Demyx. He left the Organization, proving that he cares more about himself than any of us here, INCLUDING you. I knew from the day he showed up he would be trouble. That pyro has caused me nothing but grief, and to be honest, I’m GLAD he-”
“SHUT UP!!” the Nocturne screamed, getting quickly to his feet and slamming both hands down on the desk. Blue eyes darkened like an oncoming storm over an ocean. “You don’t know Axel like I do! He is NOT a traitor!! He’s NOT!”
Xemnas was a little taken aback by the sudden outburst, admittedly mildly frightened for the briefest instant. Then, the rust eyes narrowed as the Superior slowly drew himself up, getting to his feet and looming over the blond. This insubordination had to stop.
“You are an idealistic fool, Demyx,” he said lowly, voice cold and threatening. “An ignorant fool.”
Demyx tried to stand firm, tried to remain steadfast. His lover’s honor was at stake here. But…the Superior was intimidating, bordering on terrifying, really. Tears stung the blue eyes, but the Nocturne managed to hold his ground. Seeing that the blond wouldn’t be bullied this time, Xemnas regained his composure, clasping his hands behind his back.
“Either way…I expect you to continue to do your job,” he said lowly, evenly, completely unreadable as he lifted card from his desk. “Take this…your next mission.”
The sudden switch was enough to catch the blond off guard. Slightly confused, he took the card, reading over it quickly.
“…Olympus? Why do you want me to go there?”
“Not Olympus, per se,” the Superior said, ushering the other out of his quarters. “The Underworld, to be more exact.”
“Underworld!?” the blond yelped, just in time to have the door shut in his face. Shaking a little, partly from rage, partly from shock and fear. The Underworld…He didn’t want to go THERE of all places!
Slow steps carried him past the other numbered doors before heading through his own, purposefully rushing a step or two to avoid the one marked “VIII”. Into the depths of the cool room to his bed, collapsing face fist and clutching a pillow close.
And he cried. Sobbed, wept and mourned for the lover he didn’t think he would ever see again.
