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Really, by now he should have been used to the empty room. As often as Z was 'home' he was out and about, doing....well Demy really had no idea. Probably planning, recon missions, whatever it was Z did when he left Demy behind in the room and disappeared. The blonde really shouldn't complain, afterall he had his own little 'missions' he ran off to do without his partner.

Somehow this felt different.

Demy had taken up residence in his closet for the time being. Since the purchase of the secret fish he had actually straightened up the closet so it was presentable. Maybe that had been Z's plan all along? Who knew. Point was that Demy's side of the room was at least somewhat clean and there was actually enough room for the boy to curl up in as much of a ball as his ribs would let him in the confines of the closet and stare at his fish. Raver, Crack, Acid, Glowstick, and Bob had a pretty nice and clean shelf, free of anything that would irritate the closet-fish. Demy really cared for the fish, and did everything in his power to make sure they were comfortable and well taken care of. Today he just wanted to stare at them.

Tired green eyes watched the glowing little forms dart around their tank. Tired didn't even explain it, Demy was so far gone into a state of exhaustion that even sugar and caffeine didn't do much to pull him back out of it. When had he last really slept? He...had no idea. Sleep seemed like such a cruel joke now, some blissful thing forever just barely out of his reach. Anytime sleep found him, a nightmare was quick to follow and he'd sit straight up in bed and not be able to sleep again until he literally passed back out.

He really didn't know just how much longer he could stand this.

The boy heaved a sigh but didn't move beyond that. No, he'd just sit here and focus tiredly on his fish and wonder where the hell Z had gone.

Demy had heard the click and had instantly picked his head off the floor to listen better. Z was home?....Z was home! Normally he'd scamble over to the door and drag the shorter boy into some crazy bear hug and drag him around the room.

Today he just sort of slunk his way out of the closet and gave the other a tired look.
"It's alright, just...watching the fish."
But something was off. Takeout food was great and all, but Z was limping. Demy should have been concerned, been running to go get medicine or bandages or whatever Z needed.

But in his exhaustion the aggressiveness more favored by Scheelite had a much easier time taking hold, and those green eyes shone with something far from friendliness as he moved closer.
"What happened to you?"

The blonde took the bag of takeout, glanced inside it (mmm, it looked delicious), carefully closed it and set it aside.

And then Z found himself pinned to the wall with 'Mr. Hyde' staring him straight in the face. Or...well he had to assume it was Hyde, because usually that only showed up when he was actually in the Scheelite getup. This was Demy, and this was really odd. Scary even.

"Who was it?"
The question was hissed, Demy having some shred of sanity left to hold back a more vicious way of finding out the information. Still, he was visibly shaking as he held Z there.
"Which friggin Senshi landed on you? Who do I have to go tear the life out of and present to the leaders on a silver platter? Hrmmm?"

Squeaky just wasn't going to cut it today.

"I believe I asked you a question first. Who. Was. It?"
Demy growled the question, lips curling into a bit of a snarl. Damnit, he -would- be answered, commanding little boyfriend or no.

"Tell me."
And that tone said everything. He wasn't going to take no for an answer.

The mention of that particular scout seemed to do nothing but further his anger. Why, why did it have to be HER. Anyone else would have been bad, but not -that- bad. The fact it was his bitter enemy who had -landed- on little Zink just infuriated him.

And Zink wanted to experiment? AHAHA, No.

"You stay the hell away from her. She's my rival. She's the one that broke my ribs."
Demy growled, trying to pull himself away. He shouldn't be threatening Z! Z was his buddy! His partner! He should be listening to any command.

This time he just -couldn't-.
"Don't you dare try to send me after her like some crazy stunt because I swear to god next time I meet her she's going to die Z, you got that?"

Demy never really understood all this psychological bullshit that Z seemed to favor. He was quite content with just sitting back, letting Z do all the thinking, and jumping when he was told to do so. It was simple, required little to no thinking, and it made Z happy.

This, however, was not a case in which he wanted to sit back. No, Lyra was his. Not in the way Zink was of course, but similar in it's possessiveness.
"I want to be the one to break her. Literally. All my injuries are because of her, you know? You know how much pain I've gone through because of that b***h? Well I'd like to return the favor. And then watch her die."

Demy was at least not pressing him tighter against the wall. Just sort of holding him now. Maybe he'd listen? Maybe? ...Not likely.

Oops, screw not putting more weight against it. That suggestion earned another snarl and a harder push against the door.

"I was fighting her before YOU even joined us, so back the hell off this is my enemy. Go pick someone else, there's plenty of people in this god damn town to run your little experiments on, but this one is mine."
Demy lowered his face to glare right into Z's eyes, those acid green eyes bright and burning with rage.

The hiss of pain made Demy actually step back, and one could swear the rage just drained right out of his features and left a tired and confused looking kid behind.

"..Z?...Z! A-are you okay?!"
Demy gently pulled Z away from the wall so he could bustle around him, busily checking to see the extent of any injuries.