Accidental Infatuation

Accidental Infatuation
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Chapter Four

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“Sora?” a voice calls distantly to me, causing me to sit up abruptly at the interruption of my darkness, but I find myself unable to get more than halfway up.

“Help…” I whisper, feeling tears prink at the corners of my eyes for no reason at all, before the sensation of two pairs of hands assist me in getting in a sitting position. Once in an upright position, I slowly begin to open my eyes. The stark white walls of my prison cell almost blind me, and cause me to slam my eyes shut once again.

“Is he going to be okay, Dad?” the voice from before questions, and I know that I know that voice. The hazy cloud over my mind begins to lift, and coherent thought finally returns to me, only to have a single image force its way to the front of my mind.

“Roxy!” I exclaim, my eyes opening on their own, ignoring the brightness of the room and the other occupants, before automatically looking around for my cell phone. Not seeing it on my nightstand, panic begins to over take me once again and I feel my chest constricting, oxygen once again leaving my body faster than I can replace it.

“Sora, I need you to calm down.” A new voice reaches my ears. An older voice, once that I don’t recognize, but I can’t seem to see him. Spots come into my vision, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to see any of the other people in the room with me. “I’m going to give you and oxygen mask, alright?” The voice is quiet, yet firm and I can’t help but think that he is trying to help me. I nod my head to his question and I feel something slide out of my nostrils, before an elastic band goes around the back of my head and the plastic of the mask snaps tightly up against my face. The cool air feels nice against my flushed skin, and slowly but surely the spots in my sight begin to fade. I get some instructions for breathing that I follow, and my body begins to settle and return to normal after what seems like hours.

My vision finally restored, I am able to clearly see Demyx sitting in my wheelchair, a man standing beside him with slate grey, almost purplish hair falling over one eye, a hand placed softly on Demyx’s shoulder. There was also a man standing right beside me, long dirty blond hair reaching down past his shoulders, a white lab coat worn over a black sweater telling me that this man must be a doctor here.

My eyes meet his and I receive a very small smile. “Hi, Sora. I’m Doctor Kanki, Demyx’s father. But you can call me Doctor Vexen, or Doctor V, if you’d like.” I give him a nod of acknowledgement before he continues. “Do you know what happened out there?”

“I couldn’t breathe. I felt like there was something really wrong.” I whisper before averting my eyes down to my hands resting on top of the white sheets. “I felt almost like I was going to die.”

“Mmm…” he hums, before picking up a clipboard and writing a few things down. “Well, it seems as if you have had a panic attack, Sora. Have you ever had a panic attack in the past?” As much as I don’t want to answer his questions right now, but over the past two months, I have learned that it is best to tell the doctor exactly what you are suppose to right away.

“No, sir. I think that is the first one.” I whisper between puffs of the nice pure oxygen flowing into the mask. I sense Demyx in the corner of my eye, and when I look over briefly at him, he seems to be eager to jump in and say something. The doctor must have also sensed something, because he let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Demyx? What is it?” he sighs, rubbing his forehead with his fingers, eyes closed.

“Is Sora going to be okay? He looked like he was having a seizure, but only worse!” I am a bit surprised at the tone of Demyx’s voice, and the obvious worry that he is showing. I’ve only known this guy for less then a day, and he is already this concerned about me? Wow.

Doctor Vexen nods, much to my relief as well. “He just needs to get some rest, and the oxygen should be able to keep his breathing under control. I’m going to ask that you stay on bed rest for the remainder of the day, alright Sora? Some one will bring your meals to you. We’ll start your regular sessions tomorrow, if you are feeling better.” The doctor tells me as he stands up. I nod in reply and with a final farewell to me, and a warning to his son about tardiness, the blond doctor exits my room, leaving me alone with Demyx and the stranger with the purple hair that has been silent since I woke up.

“How’re you feeling?” Demyx asks in a voice much more subdued than normal.

“Fine, I guess, considering.” I shrug, and it causes the stranger to smirk behind the long bangs that obscure half of his face.

“Cause you really freaked me out back there. I mean, one second you were fine, then the next, Boom! You started to shake, and your breathing got all funky like, and you started to call out for Roxas, and then bang! You stopped! I thought that you died or something, you were out cold!” Demyx began to ramble, causing myself and the other guy to laugh lightly.

“Calm down, Dem. I’m sure that Sora doesn’t really want to relive it.” With a pat on the pouting blonde’s head, the stranger then turned to me. “I’m Zexion, by the way. I’m a research assistant down in the lab.” He holds out a hand and I take it and give it a quick shake.

“Hi, Zexion. As you probably already know, I am Sora.” I answer, my voice still hoarse from the lack of oxygen that I had been receiving.

“Yeah. Anyway, I have to be getting back to work. I hope you feel better soon, Sora. And I should be able to eat with you tonight, Dem, if all goes to plan. See you then.” And with that, I watch as Zexion bends down and places a soft kiss on Demyx’s temple, before turning and walking out of the room. Demyx just sits there with a dreamy look on his face. But as soon as the door closed, Demyx snapped out of it and turned back to me with a grin.

“Isn’t my Zexy sexy?” his voice is airy, and I could tell that he was still in the ‘I-just-watched-my-boyfriends-ass-walk-away-from-me-what-you-going-gonna-do’ mode. To this, I just laugh once more. “Anyway, I wonder why you were calling out for Roxas?” he asks me rhetorically.

I shrug my shoulders, before looking up at the ceiling. I really wish I knew. “Maybe it’s because this is the first time that we’ve been away from each other for so long. Not to mention that it’s the first time I’ve really had my own room. It might just be shock from that.”

We continue with the small talk for a little while longer, until there is a knock on the door, slightly startling both of us. With Demyx sitting across the room from his crutches and me stuck in bed, neither of us were good to go check who it might be. So I did the next best thing.

“It’s open. Come on it!” I call out, pushing myself up a little higher against my pillows. With a slight creek, the door swings open to reveal Axel standing there with a grin on his face and a tray in his hand.

“How’s our latest victim doing? Hungry yet?” the redhead smirks, placing the tray on the foot of my bed. I hadn’t been feeling hungry, but as soon as the smell of the soup hits my nose, my stomach began to rumble. Loudly.

“Heh. I guess I am.” I reply, sheepishly, scratching the back of my head.

“Good. Doctor V caught my in the hall and told me to bring soup to the sicky, and to remind Demyx that he is not to be sitting in here talking to you, but that he has a session down the hall he needs to get to, or else he will be standing Zexion up tonight, and then Zexion won’t get laid tonight, which will make him grouchy in the morning.” Axel continues, wearing his smirk.

“Don’t be lubricious, Axel.” Demyx begins to blush at the statement. “Besides, I’m sure that Dad didn’t say all that.”

“Lubricious?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“It’s my word of the day! It means lewd.” Demyx just grins at me, but turning back to Axel, his grin turned back into a glare.

“That’s Zexion for you, giving Demy all these big words that he doesn’t understand.” Axel snickers at the blonde’s expense. “Still doesn’t mean that you don’t need to get to your session at Zek’s room.” Without looking at either of us sitting down, Axel walks over to where Demyx’s crutches were leaning up against the dresser, before picking them up and passing them over to the once again pouting blond.

“But I wanted to stay here and talk with Sora some more, though.” Demyx whines, his mood changing faster than a pregnant woman’s. Reluctantly though, Demyx accepts the crutches as well as the hand that Axel offers to get him into a standing position. And as soon as Demyx is balanced on his crutches, Axel places the tray of still steaming soup on my lap with orders to ‘Chow down’.

“But you can’t forget that you have a chance to brighten someone else’s day with that wonderful smile of yours, Demy.” Axel grins, trying to stroke Demyx’s ego a little bit. And it works.

“You’re right! I’ll see you a little later, Sora!” And just like that, Demyx is on his way out the door and Axel took his place in my wheelchair. I remove the oxygen mask and set it on the bed next to me, before I start taking small sips of my soup. Not bad. A little salty, but beggars can’t be choosers, right?

“That was simple, usually it takes a little more ego boosting on my part. Now you, Mr. Sicky, are to eat that entire bowl of soup. And I am here to guard you from harms way.” He smirks, lifting his feet so that they rested on my bedside table. “Man, its times like this that I realize that we regular assholes get really shitty rooms.” He grumbles, looking up at the ceiling.

“I don’t understand how every other room in this centre can be so colourful, yet the room is so…goddamn white.” I add, unsure why I am cursing. That’s not like me at all.

Axel just laughs at my comment, nodding his agreement. “It shouldn’t be so bad when you get a few personal items here and there in here. But you are totally right. It’s too white. You should see the suites that Riku and Demyx have. They are like apartments. Nice apartments. But I guess that is what happens when you live with someone that has to basically be on call 24-7.” He shrugs, looking around the room in a little more detail this time as I quietly slurped at my soup.

I only nod, dipping my spoon into the bowl to get another scoop of soup, only to find that I had already finished it before I realized. And to think that not even ten minutes ago I didn’t even know that I was hungry. Axel merely smiles, before lifting the tray of my lap and set it on the floor.

“Is that your family?” Axel points towards the photo on the nightstand. The same one Demyx had asked me about earlier. I let out a small breath of air, almost a laugh.

“Is that picture that interesting?” I question, trying not to laugh that hard while I was still short of breath. I reached next to me, feeling the plastic mask before picking it up and slipping it back over my face, relieved to feel the cool air once more on my face.

“Yes and no.” he grins, and I cock my head in confusion. “Well, we want to know a little more about you, and besides it’s the only fucking conversation starter in this room.”

I open my mouth in retaliation, but as I begin to look around, I realize that the redhead is right. Besides the single photo that Roxas had placed on the nightstand yesterday, I had yet to put anything else around the room to mark it as my own.

“I didn’t realize that.” I say, in a slight bit of shock. Even the quilt that Aerith had made for me wasn’t out of my bag yet. No wonder I was having strange dreams last night.

A moment of silence passes between Axel and I, before he makes an interesting noise, which I think means that he is bored.

“Dude, I wish you were feeling good. Your room is so fucking boring!” Axel complains. “Do you have any bags or anything that I can go rooting through? Or at least an interesting story to tell me.” As if to prove his boredom, Axel begins to rock back and forth in my chair, the wheels squeaking against the linoleum in an oddly calming pattern. “Go on, entertain me.”

“Shouldn’t you be the one entertaining me?” I smirk at the redhead in an arrogant sort of way, not meaning much by it, and if I have guessed correctly, Axel doesn’t get offended easily. He throws his head back in laughter, and I can’t help but join in lightly with the contagious sound.

“Believe me when I say that you must be at least 18 to hear my life story. It’s rated R for a reason, you know.” His smirk extends to his sharp green eyes, and the thought of ‘Got to tell Roxy he has these intense, glowing green eyes’ runs through my head.

“I’m not so sure that I want to know it then.” I chuckle, watching as he reaches over and grabs the framed photo off the nightstand.

“So, the little blond in the front is your twin, right?” to emphasize his point, he taps the glass right above where Roxas is in the photo.

I nod, letting the ‘little’ comment slide. If there is one thing that we both hate, it’s being called short, or little. We’re taller than Aerith, though not by much. And Cloud doesn’t really have that much height on us, right? “Yeah, and Aerith is the brunette, Cloud is the blond, and Mom is between them.” I answer automatically.

“Holy fuck, you guys must go through a hell of a lot of hair gel every year.” His chuckle is followed by him pointing to Cloud’s spiky hair, Roxas’ and finally mine.

I just shrug, trying not to let the pang of homesickness that has developed in my chest show on my face.

“So, tell me something, Sora.” The grin on his face scares me a little.

“Yeah? What is it?” I reply, answering him with a little bit of morbid curiosity.

“Have you and Roxas ever considered twincest?” the smirk on his face is a cross between a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar and that of a middle aged pedophile, and it was starting to creep me out.

“Twincest? What’s that?” I ask before I can stop myself. I internally curse myself for being so naïve, because I know that whatever it is, it has to be perverted to come out of Axel’s mouth. I wish that I was as knowledgeable as Roxas when it came to this kind of stuff. I must seem like a nerdy virgin who just got caught looking up porn on a public computer. Axel must feel as stupid as I do, or else he is waiting to be able to go running out to tell all my new friends that I am too innocent for my own good.

“Ooh. This could be interesting.” The redhead’s grin only grows as he claps his hands together, rubbing them in a very maniacal genius sort of way. “Twincest is something that can only happen between twins, obviously, but seriously it is so fucking hot.”

“I’ve never heard of it.” I shift slightly in my bed, a little uncomfortable with the lecherous, or lubricious if I may, smirk that he sends my way.

“Well, the word itself is a play on words. It combines ‘twin’ and ‘incest’. So you get twincest. It would be so fucking hot if you and Blondie were to just randomly start making out, you know.”

My eyes went wide when he explained this to me, and the thought of Roxas and I making out caused the soup in my stomach to churn.

“Umm, that’s gross.” I manage to squeak out, and I can’t believe that he just asked me that. He really is a pervert.

“Dammit! I am never going to get to see some live action twinky twincest. Cause I know that would get me off so fast.” He raises his gaze to the ceiling once more, with a whimsical smile plastered on his face. “Mmm. Twinky twincest.”

“You are a perv.” I tell him out right, readjusting the mask on my face so that I don’t get any nasty red pressure marks around my nose. Thinking about what he said just makes me scrunch up my nose in disgust.

“I know.” And with that statement, he turns his creepy ass gaze back to me and begins to laugh uncontrollably. “Dude, you should see your face!” His laughter roars through the room as I watch him silently with one eyebrow raised. My hand hovers close to the call button so if things get too out of control, I can call in that giant gorilla man, Lex or whatever his name is to save me from this pervert in my room. “You don’t think that I thought you guys actually did that, did you? That’s nasty, not to mention illegal like.”

I feel a slight blush rise to my cheeks at the thought of the joke. I can’t believe that I fell for it. I actually thought that Axel was serious about trying to get Roxas and me to have sex for his viewing pleasure. My mouth fell open on its own accord and I begin to feel a little bit stupid. I just sit there, letting him release the laughter, ignoring him for the most part.

“Your reaction was as good as Kairi and Naminé’s.” He grins, wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye caused by his incessant laughing.

“Oh.” Was all I could manage, trying to will the annoying blush away.

“Nah, I’ll leave you alone about that for the rest of the night, alright?” he replies, the perverted grin melting away and changing into a much softer and much friendlier smile. “Alright. Now back to the boredom. By the way, Doctor V wants you under constant supervision until bedtime tonight, that’s why I haven’t left yet. Just so you know.” I had been wondering that, but he ever so kindly answered that for me. After only about five minutes of enduring the silence, Axel lets out a deep sigh, folding his hands into his mane of insane red hair. “You really need to get some good shit in your room. Tell me something about the old family here or something. It will let us get to know you better.”

“What did you want to know?” Confusion has definitely replaced embarrassment on my face, and as soon as Axel sees it, he once again bursts into laughter.

“Dude, you have got to lighten up. You act as if I am going to eat you alive. I just want to get to know you a little better, seeing as we’re going to be stuck around one another for the next couple of months.” He is still laughing, but oddly enough, this time it actually makes me feel calm. I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized that I was holding. And holding my breath isn’t exactly a good thing for me to be doing right now.

“Sorry. I guess that I’m not really used to being away from home, Especially without Roxas. You know, we’ve never spent more than like twelve hours apart? Even when he was in his coma, the moment they tried to move me into a different room, his vitals dropped to dangerous levels.” I tell him, looking at my folded hands in my lap, that pang of homesickness returning once more deep in my chest.

“Intense. What happened to you? Like when your brother’s stats fell, what did you do?” Axel stopped rocking my chair back and forth, now giving me his undivided attention.

“Fell unconscious. I guess that neither of us began to respond again until we were put back into the same room again. It was actually really scary for Mom. She told me that that was the scariest part of the whole ordeal. She kind of knew that if Roxy died, I wouldn’t be long after him. And I think that she is completely right.” I shift my gaze to the ceiling, blinking away the few tears that had begun to form in the corners of my eyes. I miss Roxas. A lot.

“When I told you to tell me a story, I didn’t mean for you to tell me a sad story!” Axel grumbles in my direction, and I couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. “Tell me something happy or funny now.”

“What do you want to hear about?” the seriousness that had fallen over us evaporated quickly, and for that, I am glad.

Axel just shrugs. “Tell me the funniest thing that ever happened at a family gathering or something like that.” Without looking at me, Axel began to examine the black gloves that covered his fingers. As soon as the words left his mouth, I burst out into laughter, or at least, it is suppose to be laughter. But it ends up sounding more like wheezy little squeaks. “What’s so funny?” the redhead looks at me as if I had two heads and just waits until I stop. It takes a few minutes for the laughter to die down, and still longer for the pain in my chest to subside enough to allow me to catch my breath again.

“Last year, Mom decided she wanted us all together for Cloud’s birthday. So it was the five of us, plus Aerith’s husband Leon, and Cloud’s girlfriend Tifa. Anyway, Leon’s birthday is only a couple of days after Cloud’s, so it ended up being a joint party. But as usual, Cloud and Leon were trying to out mood each other.” I look over at the photo Axel had replaced on the table, a small smile creeping over my face at the thought of the party nearly a year past.

“Out mood?” Axel interrupts me, sounding confused.

“That’s what Aer calls it. They sit there all grumpy and sullen and glum and they don’t talk. It’s actually funny to watch, well, until Leon gets into a whatever mood. Cause then that is all he will say to you. Anyway, back to the story. Aerith and Tifa were giggling and stuff, which is never a good thing to begin with, when Tifa decided that it would be incredibly hot to see Leon and Cloud start making out. Cause to be honest; the two of them are like emo kids that never completely grew out of that stage. That got the two of them even more moody, and the worse part was that Cloud blamed me and Roxas for giving the girls the idea. But that was definitely one party that I will never forget. The look on their faces when Tifa suggested it and Aerith agreed, I thought that we would all keel over from all the glaring.” The laughter falls easily from my lips, and it is quickly joined by Axel’s own.

“Fuck that is awesome!” His laughter is deep and rich, and I am glad to hear that type of sound. There hasn’t been nearly enough of it around lately. We laugh about it for a few more minutes before I start gasping for air, my chest constricting so tightly that every movement hurts, telling me that I have pushed myself too far. It takes an agonizing ten minutes for everything to go back to normal, Axel rubbing my back in an attempt to sooth my organs into working properly again.

“So, what about you? What is the funniest thing that has ever happened to you at a family gathering?” I whisper, my voice not strong enough to manage more yet.

“That’s easy. Watching Reno try and explain why he was late to our grandparent’s 50th wedding anniversary. Especially because the reason was because he was waiting to be bailed out of jail.” Axel smirks at me, and once again it scares me slightly.

“Why was he jail?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“No one but Reno and his best friend Rude know the whole story. All I know is that it involved a crowbar, 11 tulips, a broken umbrella and a container of low fat strawberry yogurt.” I raise my eyebrow in confusion at the list, once again cursing my curiosity.

“When it comes to Reno, it’s best not to ask.” A voice comes from the doorway, startling Axel and I, and causing both of us to turn towards the source of the noise.

“Riku…”I say, somewhat breathlessly, seeing the silver haired teen, hoping that I can blame the lack of breath on my current condition.

“Hi, Sora.” He smiles. “May I come in?”

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I’m Alive! Yes, I know that it hasn’t been that long since I last updated, but it is a good thing, right? I’ve been quiet ill, and extremely stubborn with accepting the fact that I was sick…But moving on….I love the word of the day! I usually pick a random word of the day, and try to use it in context five times throughout the day. Just proves how much of a nerd I really am. And I think that it is something Zexion would totally do for Demyx, lol. I love the two of them together! I know there wasn’t much, but I promise there will be more in the future!

As for the future, I probably will not be able to update until the first bit of April, I am moving at the end of this month and most likely will not have internet until the 6th or so. Not to mention the fact that I have agreed to pick up another shift a week at work on top of schooling…I think I am on crack.

Once again, thanks go out to my twin for editing this for me! I love you so much! And before anyone asks, the two of us are completely against twincest…in real life anyway. Fictional twins, depends, but for the two of us, no freaking chance! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I look forward to reading the reviews you want to give me, hint, hint. ;) Until next time!