Miz awoke, the world was still blurry to him. He felt dizzy, but not sick. It was an odd feeling, Demyx was sitting on the other couch, he was focused on playing his sitar. "Demyx?" Miz yawned.
"Hey, sleepy!" He grinned.
"H-hi. I'm going back to sleep now..." Miz blinked.
"No, don't go to sleep. You've been asleep, and I've been really bored." The nobody frowned.
"Fine," The wrestler stretched, "this training is really tough on me."
"Well, it is training. It's not like it's going to be easy." He rolled his eyes.
"Good point. Where's Axel?" He looked around, "And everyone else?"
"Sleeping, probably, the bunch of slackers." Demyx smiled.
"Wow...never thought I'd hear that from you." He blinked.
"I'm full of surprises, Xizm." He grinned. "Wait...did you just call me a slacker?"
"Well, you don't work very much, that I've seen." The wrestler pointed out.
"I am not a slacker, nor am I gay." The nobody said.
"I didn't accuse you of being gay..." The wrestler gave the nobody an odd look.
"Tunxher did." He sniffled.
"Why would he do something like that?" Miz cocked his head.
"He thought I was trying to kiss you while you were sleeping." Demyx blushed.
"You were trying to kiss me?" Miz's face turned bright red.
"I wasn't, I was checking out the wound on your forehead!" Demyx clarified, blushing even more now.
"Sure you were! You were going to sneak up and kiss me while I slept! I'm just lucky Tunxher appeared!" He glared
"Why would I do that?" The nobody asked.
"Because you wanted to! Who wouldn't want to? I'm awesome!" He yelled.
"Xizm, I'm not in to you, and I don't want to kiss you, nor did I try to!" He sighed.
"I know you like me, Demyx, that's why your always around me flirting!" the wrestler blushed.
"I'm always around you because I'm your mentor, and I've never once flirted with you!" Demyx glared.
"Sure." Miz grumbled.
Both of them sat in silence, which was unusal for either of them. It didn't last very long before Miz hugged Demyx "I'm sorry, please forgive me! Don't be angry."
Demyx blinked, "I thought you hated me."
"I did. But, I want to be your friend again." Miz said as if it made sense.
"I don't know..." The nobody sighed.
Miz sniffled, "Please?"
"Okay!" The nobody hugged the wrestler.
"Yay!" The wrestler grinned.
Orton approached Axel, who was in his room, snuffing out a cigarette. "Are you smoking?" Orton asked.
"Of course not, I'm asleep." He said sarcastically.
"You know that's not healthy for you." The wrestler blinked.
"Not like I have a heart, it's not going to kill me." The red-head rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, but isn't that what you're fighting for? You don't want to pick up a habit that will kill you when you do. Darn Punk is working his way into my head." He sighed.
"I'm not ever going to have my heart back. Face it, it's impossible. I'm only in the organization to give myself some hope, really all it does is kill me a little inside every day." Axel looked at the ground.
"Why do you say that?" Orton cocked his head.
"Because, Xandry, everyone hates us for what we do. We don't really exist, we want to exist, to do that we need hearts. Trying to obtain hearts angers everyone outside of the organization, and they try to stop us. They're going to kill us, they're already trying to. So, what's the point? We're already outcasts without hearts, and all we do is create false hope for ourselves, it's stupid." He looked upset.
"Being heartless can't be all that bad, why don't you guys just go find a place you can live the way you are?" He asked.
"You don't know what it's like to never feel anything, to have to pretend that you can even feel. Imagine losing everything you have now, then being hated for what you've become. you know what? forget it," he sighed, "I have to go train Xizm for the fight against Xemnas." He got up and left the room.
The wrestler blinked. He'd never seen this side of Axel, and it kind of depressed him. How would it feel to be like him?
(A/N: I'm sorry I haven't posted a chapter in forever, and I hand you a depressing one like this. anyway, a lot has been going on here, and I just hadn't found the time or ability to write this. Thank you for reading.)