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RP Log - Demyx and Axel
Who: Demyx and Axel (duh)
Where: Demyx's place, upper level
When: Backlogged majorly (about a week). I completely forgot I had this on my harddrive ~__~;
Rating: PG at most
Summary: Axel visits Demyx and they resolve Issues.


It was never a good idea to fall asleep in the pool. Demyx knew that as well as - or better than - most people did. But that hadn't stopped him from getting out the air mattress and falling asleep on the water last night. He regretted it, however, when he woke up the next morning and rolled straight into the water.

Gasping, the blonde hauled himself out of the pool and grabbed a towel to dry off. When he wasn't dripping anymore, he padded over to the sheaf of papers he'd scribbled on the night before, and chucked the whole folder into the water, watching the ink already start to stain. Let the pool boy clean it up. His cell phone was his next target, checking it for messages and finding none. Well, might as well get started cleaning himself up and figuring out what to do with the day.

As bad as he felt about how he'd acted toward Axel the night before, he didn't know what to do about it. Demyx eyed the cell phone, but decided against it and went to take a shower instead (as if he really needed to be in the water again). Maybe he could think of some way to approach the volatile redhead without making things worse.

While the revamps done to Team 6's room added quite a bit of fun, they didn't allow for much actual rest to take place. Not that Axel had slept much anyway - he'd pissed off Demyx and alienated Roxas in one fell swoop, and Demyx had cut off all Axel's attempts to remedy the situation. The redhead absolutely hated leaving loose ends with anything, and the current problems had left him too grumpy to get much proper sleep. It wasn't just the fact that his best friends were both being overdramatic about the whole thing, it was the fact that it was bothering him so much that kept him thinking. He was a cold, heartless assassin, right? Where did all this mess fit in to the mix?

Getting up from the chair he'd attempted to crash in last night, Axel got up and got changed. He threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not in the mood to look particularly stylish. He'd just haul his ass over to Demyx's house. Hopefully, the maids had come in for the day and the house's security level wouldn't be Defcon 3. He didn't want to have to go out of the way to get his break-in equipment from home. Not that breaking in to Demyx's house would have improved the situation much, anyway.

Axel put his tennis shoes on, brushed his hair really quickly, and started on his way to Demyx's house. Like hell he was going to let the situation sit any longer.

Demyx sighed and stepped out of the shower. A remarkably short shower for him; only about fifteen minutes. He dressed quickly in fitted blue jeans and his favorite hoodie, walking barefoot to the music room and picking up his sitar and some music paper. It was sunny outside, so he wanted to go let his hair dry and try to write something that wasn't depressing. Heading out to the back yard, Demyx set the paper down on the edge of the deck and sat next to it, letting his fingers glide over the strings like a lover's kiss, just picking random strings of notes, snippets of different songs that didn't really go together at all.

Walking at a fast pace, it wasn't all that long of a trip to Demyx's house. Approaching the mansion, Axel wondered if he should try ringing the doorbell and going in properly, or using the secret entrance to sneak in. The front gate had opened for him, thankfully, so anywhere on the property was fair game. However, he figured that Demyx's hired help had probably been told to keep him out of the house (seeing as the waterboy was deadset on not resolving the situation), and Axel decided to go through the back. He'd gone that way many times before for missions, so it was just a matter of finding the foliage that it was hiding behind. Not a difficult task, since Axel knew what he was looking for. Axel approached the door, input the proper security code, and after it was accepted, proceeded into the house. Now, it was just a matter of figuring out where Demyx was likely to be.

Demyx wasn't difficult to find, ever; follow the music, and there he'd be. He hummed a few bars along with the music, not really singing, but letting himself just dissolve into the music and shut out the outside world. The strains from the instrument turned mournful, almost haunting, before the rocker wrenched himself out of it and forced his fingers into an upbeat, fast-flying dance tune. It was forced, yes, but it was an effort to make himself get out of the dumps and into the warm sunlight that was all around him. He didn't even notice the beep of the security system signaling one of the entrances being used.

Sure enough, there was a lot of noise coming out of the music room. Axel supposed it was meant to be music, but how it was being played made it sound like meaningless notes being tortured out of a sitar. He'd heard Demyx play properly time and time again, and he only sounded bad when he was using his sitar as a vent for frustration. Great, so he was still pissed off. Axel rubbed his forehead with exasperation before heading over to the music room, startling a couple of the maids on the way there. He propped himself against the doorway, trying to look calm and collected as usual, but he still looked quite tired. "Don't get so mad you cut your fingers, Demyx."

He let Axel wait a little bit, then his fingers finally came to a stop and he looked up. "Not planning on it. Takes forever to heal." Demyx forced a smile, still cradling the instrument in his lap. He couldn't hide his emotions, how he was torn up in a million different direction and very much out of sorts. "Why are you here?" Pulling a sheet off the pad of paper next to him and crumpling it into a ball, Demyx rolled it across the floor toward the trash can. A few short seconds later, a little tawny bundle of fur launched itself out from behind the currently-unused speakers and pounced on the ball, throwing it in the air and flailing like a mad thing. Either Roxel didn't care that his master was unhappy, or he was trying in his own crazy way to cheer him up.

Axel crossed his arms, looking serious. "Question is, why do you think I'm here?" He watched Roxel play, and realized he should have brought Sootie. Soots had that cute fuzzy thing going for him, which was one charm Axel certainly didn't possess. He needed all the charm he could get at the moment, because he felt like this was a losing battle.

"I don't know," Demyx admitted, shaking his head slightly and watching the cavorting kitten. "Please don't make this a guessing game, Axel. Knowing us, someone'll say the wrong thing and it'll just get worse." Setting the sitar carefully on its stand, Demyx reached down to capture Roxel, but the kitten nimbly dodged out of his hands and sunk his little needle fangs into the fleshy part of his palm. "--YOW! You little monster!"

"Good. We'll just skip the guessing and get straight to the discussing." Axel let his hands fall to his sides and stepped into the room, he crouched down to examine Roxel, giving him A Look. "Ah ah ah, little kitty. No biting." He didn't attempt to pick up the kitten, knowing better than to get bitten himself, but crouching, he was an obstacle in the cat's path to the doorway. He took Demyx's injured hand and looked it over, making sure it wasn't too badly hurt. "Now, are you going to tell me what's on your mind?"

Demyx flinched back slightly, but didn't try to pull his hand out of Axel's. "...You know and I know what I said before," he started, cutting right to the chase without preamble. "About Roxas. And...yeah, I know you like him, and I know that's how it is, and I am mostly okay with it, it's just..." He looked away, frowning. "I can't help being jealous, Axel. It's hard being second-fiddle when you're used to being the lead singer, you know?"

Axel frowned, avoiding looking Demyx in the face by continuing to stare at his hand. "I'm trying to get that all sorted out. There's only so much I can do, being the middleman, before the two of you need to talk it over or finally realize that I don't want to pick favorites. Don't tell me you're comfortable with sharing if you're not." Axel spoke with a slight weariness in his voice. He didn't like being in the middle of this tug-of-war game of sorts. His job was all about fighting and being secretive, and he wanted to leave that out of his personal life as much as possible.

"I know." Demyx stared at the floor, unable to look up as well. "I can say it a million times, but it doesn't change a thing. It's something I have to get used to, but I don't know how to get used to it. And even if you call me a diva again because of it, I just...part of me can't help asking what's wrong with me that makes you not look at me like that." The blonde pulled his hand back, running his fingertips down the strings of his sitar and completely avoiding Axel's eyes.

"You ever stop to think that what's wrong with you... isn't actually you?" Axel replied quietly, still holding Demyx's hand but not looking at it anymore. His expression was a regretful one, because he knew Demyx was getting a rough deal and he didn't want it to be that way. However, the secrets of the heart were not Axel's to know, and something he wasn't really prepared to learn about.

He was shaking, and he mentally screamed at himself to pull together and deal with it. But Demyx couldn't make himself stop shaking. "Easier said than done," he said quietly. "I know I gotta just get over it, and I will eventually. It's just gonna really suck for a little while."

"Yeah..." Axel said, trailing off. This whole thing was making him very, very uncomfortable, but he could not see any clear way out of it. "I'll help you, if I can." He looked up at Demyx with a forced grin, adding, "Avoid that kind of suck if we can, right?" It was a bad attempt at a joke.

Demyx shook his head. "Please don't force that, Axel. I know you well enough to be able to tell when you're faking." He looked up as well, brushing his free hand against Axel's cheek and leaning close enough to kiss him lightly. "I don't wanna lose what we have. Ever."

Axel looked away again. "I know, Demyx. Just trying to lighten up the mood." He pulled Demyx's injured hand up and kissed it where Roxel had bitten him. "I don't want to lose what we have, either. I just have to make sense of this whole thing."

"...I want to get another kitten," Demyx announced out of the blue after a few long moments. "I think it'd calm him down a little." He was changing the subject entirely, but that was fine with him. He didn't know what else to say.

There wasn't really much else they could say on the subject. "...What are you going to name the new one?" He decided not to mention Sootie, or how Sootie liked to play with other kittens, because the only other kitten Axel knew that Sootie had played with was Hayner, and that would only bring them back to square one.

Demyx glanced up, looking sheepish but unable to hide a small, genuine smile. "Axas. Roxas'll kick me for it, but I have to stick to my theme!" Roxel needed someone to play with; he had too much energy for a busy musician to keep up with, and his little kitten teeth could do some serious damage to human flesh.

Axel chuckled. "Axas, huh? What're you gonna do if you decide to get a third cat? You're running out of combinations." He thought the mixed names were a little weird, but it was such a Demyx thing to do to name them like that. Who was he to really get on Demyx's case about it?

"Hmm...guess I'll have to stick to just two cats." Demyx rubbed his hand through his hair, fluffing it a little since it was still damp. "Or come up with something new. But I can't think of anybody else I like enough to name my pet after them." Maybe he was weird for it, but it was something he did almost as a tribute, because he really had to like someone to want to think about them every time he talked to his pet.

Axel pulled Demyx into his lap, smiling. "That's too bad, I suppose. But then again, that only makes two kitties that I have to share you with."

Demyx couldn't help it; he melted, practically purring and snuggling against Axel. "They can keep each other busy...while we keep each other busy."

"Yeah, except we're more like bunnies, if you think about it." He snuggled into Demyx, enjoying a needed moment of peace.

"Thank God we don't multiply like them, though." Peace and snuggles and human contact was what Demyx craved more than anything right now, even Axel's over-warmth. Maybe even especially. "Could you imagine?"

Axel laughed. "There'd be an army of Dexels and Amyxes taking over all three levels with snark and good looks. Actually, it'd be pretty damn funny."

"Dexels and Amyxes?" Demyx started laughing, resting his head against Axel's shoulder. "That'd be hilarious. But then we'd have competition."

"That's true. But what kind of competition could actually beat us?" Axel kissed Demyx on the cheek. "They'd just be silly shadows of us. Cute ones, but nothing compared to the real deal."

"I don't think the world could ever be ready for more than one of you, Axel," Demyx said seriously, then grinned and pulled Axel down for a kiss.

Axel kissed him back gently. "My coolness just can't be divided. But I guess I like it better that way. Wouldn't want another me encroaching on my space, you know?"

"I wouldn't want that to happen, either. One of you is more than enough for me." He nuzzled Axel, looking up at him. "...Thanks for coming over. I wasn't sure how to get close to you in that room with all those people around."

"No problem. I wanted to talk to you about it, but I wasn't sure if I'd even be able to get in." He nuzzled Demyx back. "Needed a break from that place, anyway."

"Glad you waited a while, though," Demyx said sheepishly. "Last night would've been a bad idea...and I probably would've shot you if you'd managed to get in."

Axel nodded. "Yeah, I think we were both too pissed to do anything about it. I almost brought the flamethrower," he replied, nervously. "It would've been bad."

Demyx winced, then smiled again. "Yeah, it would have. But I'm glad to know we both know when to just take a step back and take the time to cool off, you know?"

"Definitely. We might just have some sense in us yet." Axel replied, chuckling again. It was a nice weight off his shoulders, now that they had talked.

"Let's keep it to ourselves, though," Demyx leaned up to kiss Axel's chin. "I have a blonde reputation to uphold."

Axel kissed him on the nose. "I know, right? Can't let the common folks know you've got a head on your shoulders. That'd be too crazy."

"Precisely." Demyx laughed, wrinkling his nose. "I'm a blonde musician. I'm not supposed to be able to THINK!"

"Exactly. The songs just write themselves, you know?" Axel chuckled, finally looking lively.

"I guess so!" He was still grinning, and only felt better seeing the way Axel looked. "You should help me write something sometime."

"Eh, I'll think about it." He snuggled into Demyx again. "If I think of something, I'll let you know."

"Okay. That sounds good to me." Demyx was, honestly, happy with just being with Axel, talking and laughing and hanging out like real friends - not just a pair of sex-crazed young men.