For Silver Moon Droplet's contest.
Disclaimer: Not mine, sorry.
Grounded
Demyx let out a loud sigh as he looked at the walls in his room that separated him from everyone else. Who would have thought that Xemnas would actually ground him? Can he even do that? Demyx wonders briefly. Demyx pouts at the walls of his room, as if doing this will make them go away. Demyx disliked being by himself, it reminded him how much he missed the people he cared about. And howhis plots were foiled, not that he had many plots, but he did have a few now and then. Demyx moved over to his sitar and strummed the strings thoughtfully as he thought about everything that he could not do because he was being isolated, against his will. The only person he could think of who would enjoy this was Zexion, but he didn't seem to like people in general. It was actually Zexion who got him in trouble, much to Demyx's own surprise, because even if Zexion didn't like everyone else he had to like Demyx, after all Demyx was lovable, right?
Not to mention the fact that they made the perfect team! Zexion was dark and moody in comparison to Demyx's bubbly and happy disposition. Quiet to his loud. The whole opposites attract thing that scientists talk about all the time. Demyx mind wonders as he thinks about what sort of team they would be.
A Chess Team?...
A Dance Team?...
A Soccer Team?...
A Creepy Stalker Team?...
A Football Team?...
Demyx stops and shudders at the thought of being on a football team, having things thrown at him, guys tackling him and trying to grope him did not appeal to him. No definitely not a Football Team.
A Band that Rocks Hardcore Team?...
A Team of Pranksters?...
A Crime Fighting Team?...
Demyx pauses for a second at the thought of fighting crime with Zexion. It could work with Zexion's book smarts and Demyx's street smarts, they would be unstoppable! Also Roxas and Axel might get upset if he and Zexion try to steal their thing. It was the perfect plan, Zexion had to be his friend because...well he just had to!
Demyx's face turns to one of confusion as he thinks about what had happened earlier that day. He had just wanted to talk to Zexion, and so what if he had been reading! He can't read all the time, right? It must not be healthy. So he started to talk a little louder when he wasn't getting any responses from Zexion, and then when that didn't work he started to poke him. The first couple of times he twitched so he thought he must have been doing something right, he had to talk to Demyx then. Nope instead Zexion decides he's going to move to the other side of the room. Then later told on Demyx. It seemed he was also the goody goody to Demyx's bad and wild side.
Demyx sighs as he flops back onto his bed. He really did miss being around people. And why shouldn't he and Zexion be close? They already had an okay friendship, so why not join Demyx's Crime Fighting Team? Demyx moans as he looks at his room, it was going to be torture being in here all by himself for the next week. Who would feed him? He didn't have a food slot or even a gap between the floor and the door. Demyx's eyes move back to the walls. Why did they and three other sets of walls have to separate him from his new friend Zexion?
"Its not fair! How are we supposed to fight crime?" Demyx wails at his walls.
I had a lot of fun writing this one. Demyx and Zexion aren't really close persay but it worked out in its own little way. Or at least I I think so! Review if it strikes your fancy!
