Writing this really makes me cold. Hm. 4-D fic. Nice. :)
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Instead of the numbness I'd felt before, it was warm. The kind of warm you feel when you first wake up, so comfortable that getting up doesn't even seem possible at the moment.
Then, I felt the wool clenched between my fingers, and the sheets underneath me, and under that, a soft bed. Sounds came in then, the low hum of a central heating system, quiet creaking sounds of wood. I could feel confusion growing, for my house didn't have that sound, and it also had a different feel to the air. While my house had a motherly aura, this house had another one to it, one that I couldn't name.
I wrinkled my brow then, when feelings of my own body returned. I felt a dull pain in my stomach and head, throbbing in time to my heartbeat, which I could hear. It was definitely a contrast to before, when my heartbeat had slowed to the point where I couldn't even hear the separate beats.
At the wrinkling of my brow, I heard heavier creaking of wood move towards my location. Weight settled upon the bed, and I tried to move my feet over, but that part of my body hadn't exactly woken up yet.
With a slight paranoid feeling, I was reminded of the novel Misery. I sincerely hoped that this person who had "rescued" me didn't turn out to be another Annie Wilkes, and that I hadn't lost all use of my legs. (This I doubted would happen, but my overly vivid imagination always had assumed the worst, from the time I was a child.)
I heard another being's breath hitch; a males, and I was a little relieved, even though it was silly.
Then, using (suprisingly) a great amount of strength, I opened my eyes, to see ice-berg and ocean staring into my own eyes.
They blinked. I blinked.
"Zexion?"
My eyes focused, and I began to observe my rescuer.
Masses of dirty-blonde hair was styled into a fashion that I would have to combine with two; A mullet and a mohawk. A mull-hawk. Yes, that would work.
The eyes were still locked on me, and I marveled at their color. They were so odd. I had never seen such a combination of blue and green in nature, paint, let alone another human being's eyes. Long eyelashes batted as he blinked again. From the looks of it he was quite tall, and strong, but not in the bodybuilder way. It was a sort of lean athleticism, his long limbs reminding me of a cat.
And then, a spark in my mind.
I recognized him.
Demyx Aigean.
He could be seen skipping classes, sitting in the abandoned wing of the school, playing his blue sitar, going unnoticed without trying. But, when he wanted the attention, he attracted it like pollen to honeybees. Often I had passed him in that abandoned hallway, using a shortcut to get to the courtyard. Many a time he had said hello to me, but I had never returned it, either too occupied with writing or too caught up in a book. Or course he was the heartthrob of swarms of girls on campus, but rumours said that he rejected them all.
The indie musician. A loner only when he wanted to be.
"Zexion?"
I blinked, willing my voice to work.
"Yes?" I cringed at the hoarsness of my voice, and cleared my throat gently.
Demyx smiled, and that added a bit to my sensory overload. Bright shining white, like lightbulbs.
"Oh my...Dude, you scared me!"
Suddenly arms were crushing my body, keeping my arms pinned to the side while he held me in a death-grip of a hug.
"D-De-myx! You're cr-crushing me!" I stuttered, airways blocked.
Immediately he let me go.
"I'm sorry! I just uh...thought you were dead for a minute there. No, not like when you were sleeping or anything, but in the woods, and I was really freaking out. I was just taking a walk, you know, and I saw you sitting there. What were you doing there, that's what I thought, and then I like acted on instinct and I picked you up and brought you here. I thought you had hypothermia, so I took your temperature and it was like 87 or something like that and I know that's not normal and-"
I promptly clapped a hand over his rambling mouth. That 15 seconds of him talking had increased the pain of my headache threefold. His eyes widened, and I removed my hand.
"I'm sorry, Demyx. I just have an absolutely horrible headache..."
Demyx's face turned a little pink, and he looked at the ground.
"O-Oh. Sorry. When I get worried or excited I kinda talk people's ears off, ya know? I just meant to say that I was worried, and I brought you here."
Worried? I mentally cringed. Did he even know me well enough to be worried? And what had he been doing in my part of the woods? How had he found me?
The 'I don't give a fuck' feeling set in at that moment. Thinking was hurting too much; my headache was growing from bad to horrible.
"Well, thank you for your concern, Demyx. Do you have any painkillers? I don't mean to be rude-"
Demyx shot up, enough that I thought that he might've gotten dizzy.
"I-I'm sorry! I forgot to tell you that you have a fever and I kinda forgot too because I was watching you sleep making sure you weren't dying or anything and oh god! I didn't mean that in a perverted way- but, ah, I had to make sure you didn't stop breathing-"
"Demyx!"
(Note to self: Don't set Demyx off.)
"Aww, I'm sorry!" He blushed again, looking down at the floor in a sort of kicked puppy way.
"Demyx, it's fine...just...try not to ramble or worry, okay?"
He looked up, looking a bit more cheerful.
"Sure. Ah! I'll uh...go get the stuff for your headache!" He walked to the doorway, stopped, looked at me as if he was making sure I was really there, then was out of sight.
I sighed, looking around the room, trying to distract myself from the pain in my head and stomach.
Wood. Lot's of wood, and the color blue. A fish mobile hung from the ceiling, and a few child-like pictures seemed to be taped to the wall. I looked down at the blanket covering me. Blue. A sort of ocean blue that reminded me of Demyx's eyes.
Another sigh went through me as I heard him ascend what I assumed were stairs, and he appeared at the doorway in an instant, holding a glass of water and two white pills. He walked over, handing me the items.
"Um...here. It should make your head feel better pretty quick. Don't dry-swallow, or you'll puke..."
I stared at him, feeling a bit worried and wondering what he had given me.
"Oh! It's nothing bad, it's just that you haven't eaten anything or drank anything in a day or two..."
"Two days?" I looked up in shock. How had I been asleep for two days? How severe had my hypothermia been?"
"Yea...so uh...don't dry-swallow 'em. 'Kay?" I nodded in reply, shoving the pills in my mouth and downing some water. An uncomfortable feeling settled over me as I felt his eyes watch my every move.
In my head I began to calculate.
Two days. My mom would've noticed I was missing, and called the police. They would have immediately began searching, and my mom would've told them I went into the woods. I went only to the middle, and I 'm sure there had been an imprint in the snow. Fibers from my clothes would've been found, and other evidence of when I walked.
I did not know Demyx's address, and from the looks of it no one lived with him. He didn't seem the stalker or kidnapper type, but what did I know?
I had no close friends to call, or relations that lived nearby other than my mom.
I could be anywhere, and this musician could be anybody.
His multicolored eyes blinked innocently, and I began to doubt any paranoia I had.
But then again, I should be careful. Very careful.
He smiled.
"Uh, wait a sec, I'll be back."
He turned, walking from the room.
When he left, I craned my neck to look out the window.
Snow. Trees, and more snow as far as the eye could see. From the looks of it, I was in the middle of nowhere, with someone that was practically a stranger.
I wrinkled my brow and glared at the ceiling.
What had I gotten myself into?
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OOOOOOOH! WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?
I dunno, cause it's not planned yet. I have no idea if I want this to be a demented romance or whatever. It'd be very nice if I could get some ideas on what people want in this fic.
Review. I'm starving.
I'll have Saix stalk you...or something...if flamers flame or trolls be trollin or whatever.
Thank you!
- - Yuki