Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of it's characters. Darn.

Author's Note: I do plan on adding a couple of chapters to 'Cath' for those of you who asked : It just may be a few days before I can.
And I'm sorry about any spelling or grammar mistakes! Now, the story:

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Thirteen was the greatest number. Ever.

At least in Zexion's opinion.

There was no way thirteen was an unlucky number. No way.

In fact, not only was it the greatest number ever, it happened to be the luckiest.

And would have many influences in Zexion's life.

Zexion had been born on a Friday the 13th; his parents had been together 13 years.

He'd learned to speak the English alphabet at the tender age of thirteen months.

When Zexion was six, he'd learned how to ride his bicycle on his thirteenth try after failing miserably the first twelve times.

Thirteen was the age that he met his best friend, Demyx.

And the age that his teacher had informed his parents that he was several years more academically advanced than his classmates. He had been given the opportunity to skip at least two grades, but hadn't wanted to leave his best friend behind, so he passed up the offer. Thirteen different teachers tried to convince him to change his mind, with no luck.

At the age of sixteen he started having strange dreams regarding an Organization, black coats, and keyblades that seemed to somehow be related to the number XIII. He was never able to figure that one out, but Demyx was with him (in more ways than one) and that made the dream quite enjoyable.

This was also the age that he'd realized his feelings for Demyx were much more than platonic. He'd practiced his confession thirteen times before Demyx had come visit him at his home one evening. Demyx accepted, 'I'm glad. I've wanted to tell you the same thing for so long'. Thirteen words.

After thirteen weeks of being together, Demyx gave Zexion thirteen red roses. Thirteen minutes later, Zexion told Demyx he loved him for the first time.

Zexion lit thirteen candles around his room that night.

Thirteen colleges had offered Zexion a full scholarship. He'd accepted the one closest to home (thirteen miles away, to be exact), and the same one Demyx had gotten accepted into.

The number thirteen is 'tera' in Punjabi, which is translated to 'yours'. While this normally referred to religion, in this case it was the word Demyx had tattooed on his wrist, just for Zexion.

Thirteen months to the day after they'd both graduated college, Zexion proposed to Demyx. And of course he'd said yes.

Yes, Zexion really loved the number thirteen.

But he realized that his love of the number thirteen didn't compare to his love for his husband, and there was no way the number thirteen could ever compare to the amount of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months years, or decades of happiness he would share with him.

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Author's Note: Yes, thirteen also happens to be my favorite number. I was born on a Friday the 13th and when Organization came around it just made my love of the number that much more XD

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