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Here is one of my other favorite pairings! I don't own anything, hope everyone likes! A Demyx x Zexion Fanfic.

Chapter One

"Why do you always look so sad?" He had dirty blonde hair that reached past his shoulders. It was messy today; his front teeth were missing making him look innocent. "Don't you have friends?"

"Back off, kid." Came the curt reply. The older boy was sitting under a tree reading a book. "I'm reading and I don't like people."

The blonde wasn't so easily put off though and he plopped down next to the boy with a giggle. "Can I read too?"

"What grade are you in?" The older boy snapped his book shut. "You look like you're six. Why aren't you in class?" The older boy had soft, silver hair streaked with blue and red. The hair covered one of his eyes and he looked bored, all the time.

The boy giggled again and blushed bashfully hiding his face in his hands, "I am!"

Zexion groaned, today was going to be a long, long day.

Pale blue eyes snapped open as a body tumbled over the bed. The male groaned and rubbed his sore backside before standing up and running his hand through his light hair. He was dreaming about him again, it was too long ago.

The male got up from his floor and walked into the living room trying to ignore the way his floor squeaked as he moved across it, no, more like glided. He glided across the squeaky floor all the way to his kitchen before grabbing a cup of water and getting a drink. He'd been dreaming about the lanky, blonde for a long while now. They had resurfaced when the male suddenly appeared at his college. What were the chances of that? Who knew the snot nosed little brat would ever make it to a college?

Zexion blinked slowly as he leaned on his counter and surveyed the empty apartment. He lived alone, two bedrooms and one bath. It was a nice, inexpensive place his parents had bought him as a college present. His parents were obviously backwards considering most people didn't get gifts until after graduation, but who was complaining? He was living rent free all alone in the middle of nowhere. Can one detect the bitterness in his head?

It was still dark, maybe three or four in the morning. He didn't have class until eight. At eight he would go down to the college and pick a seat in the back of class. Then he would prop a book open and try to ignore the teacher's ramblings, and then he would eat breakfast, head to his last class, and finally he would return home and do homework before it started all over again. Man, his life was fantastic. Sarcasm, it was very evident in his head. His voice dripped with it inside his head. He was thinking to himself again, great.

Retreating to his couch Zexion curled up and let out a small sigh. Would his intruder of dreams be around for other things? Would he see him in class, would he even remember him? Zexion had quite a few questions and very few answers. He didn't like not having answers. Closing his eyes his hair fell in his face again and he was out before he knew it.

"Zexion! Zexion, come on we're already late! Wake up you book brained little s…" The voice was cut off as Zexion's fist collided with a soft, flesh-like thing. "Son of a bitch!" It pulled back growling and ripping the blankets off of the silver haired male. "Get up now!"

Bright light filtered through the windows making Zexion blink in the bright light. What time was it? He looked up in time to catch sight of bright, blonde hair. Long, silky and smooth, and a set of boobs. A woman. He rolled over and closed his eyes again mumbling about not being interested.

The blonde woman put her hands on her hips and clucked her tongue in annoyance. "The only reason I'm here is because I told your parents I wouldn't let you fail. If you don't want me to beat the holy shit out of you I suggest getting off that couch and meeting me outside in five seconds."

Zexion heard the annoying, high pitched voice of the person that was Larxene. A childhood friend that his parents adored but he despised. She was the worst kind of person, but she also had his back. She would do anything for him, even now when they were twenty-four years old. She was talking to someone outside his door, someone he didn't know. Why had she brought people to his house?

Zexion shot off the couch, patted his hair down over his eye, grabbed his bag, and moved for the door. He beat her to it before she could let the stranger in. "I'm ready, let's go." His voice was sharp, unwelcoming. Larxene knew how to push those damn buttons.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself to your visitor? He has been asking for you all morning." Larxene tried her best to not sound amused. Zexion shot her a dark glare before turning his attention to the thing at her side.

A male, tall, lanky, and….naturally it was him. Long, dirty, blonde hair that was styled into a mullet. The front was messy and unreasonable, but the back pretty bearable. His eyes were a shining, blue, they looked like the ocean. Unlike Zexion's that looked like he was carved from ice. He hadn't changed any had he?

"I heard you were going to this school, it'd been such a long time since we've seen each other I thought it would be nice to catch up." His voice was light, tired sounding. He didn't look like he was completely awake.

Zexion shot him a sharp look before entwining his hand with Larxene's and walking off pulling her with him. There was no way in hell he was going back to that type of person. "I don't have time for this." He muttered darkly.

Larxene looked back at the mildly surprised Demyx. "What exactly did I miss here? Did you know that boy already?"

"No." He dropped the woman's hand and fled into her car.

"I drove him here."

Son of a bitch.

The drive to school was quiet aside from the quiet humming in the back seat. Demyx was trying to entertain himself without getting on the other's nerves. He could easily tell that he was unwanted even if he didn't really understand why. He shrugged slightly, okay he knew why. Still, this kid could hold a grudge couldn't he?

"So what's the story?" Larxene demanded turning onto the street. "I mean, Zexion is a dick, but he's not this mean!"

"Shut up and mind your own business, Larxene. I told you it was nothing, so leave it be." He flipped a page in his book absently before turning his eyes up to the windshield. This was not the direction to go to school. "Where are we going?"

"To get breakfast. I'm hungry, Demyx is hungry, and I told Axel and Marluxia we would meet them at the diner this morning. Sorry, kid." Her voice had no hint of apology in it. Great, this was just great.

"I can't miss class, Larxene. Do not take me to some shitty diner, take me to school." Zexion's voice sounded strained for a split second. He almost sounded human outside of his normal monotonous voice. "It's the beginning of the quarter."

Axel would be the cause of this. Demyx listened silently and hummed inside of his head remembering to write some chords down on his hand as he did so. That would be a perfect addition to the song he was working on.

"Demyx, tell him you're hungry and don't want to go to school." Larxene demanded.

He looked up through his mop of blonde hair and raised an eyebrow silently. Did she just tell him to do something? He shot a wary glance at Zexion noticing he wasn't paying attention to him. Shrugging he went back to writing on his hand when Larxene reached back with a manicured hand. Her nails dug into his thigh making him yelp.

"What the hell?" He jerked back hitting his head on the ceiling and wincing again. "What did you do that for?"

"I told you to do something and you disobeyed, do not disappoint me again."

Demyx shivered involuntarily, "Alright, alright. I'm hungry, Zexy. We're going to the diner. It won't hurt to miss class, bla, bla, bla."

"Excuse me?" That caught his attention. Zexion turned in his seat and glared at the smirking Demyx.

Larxene was already doubled over in laughter. This was not good considering she was driving the car. She swerved into the other lane making Zexion jerk back and grab the wheel before they could hit anyone. Larxene swatted his hands away cackling.

"Let go, let go I have this! I just can't get over that nickname….ZEXY!" And she was in another fit of laughter.

Zexion scowled and shot his glare at Demyx, "You're dead to me."

"Sorry man, I didn't….it was habit." Demyx muttered moving his blue eyes away from Zexion's. "Though uh, I'd really like to talk."

"Hell no." Curt reply.

"You really haven't changed have you?" Demyx growled in slight frustration. Closing his eyes he leaned back in the seat and shrugged, "Whatever."

The rest of the car ride was silent.

"Hey guys, we were wondering when you were going to show!" Axel jumped up in his chair as the three arrived. Zexion had been hanging around with these jerks for a long time. Sometimes he had no idea why he did though. "Marly refused to let us eat until you got here."

Waving the waiter over Zexion opened his book back up as Demyx slid into the booth next to him. Larxene was in between Axel and Marluxia, giggling at the nickname the bastard had muttered in the car.

A spiky, blonde haired male came over with electric, blue eyes. Axel's green ones met the waiter and he giggled. Zexion knew that look anywhere. He looked over at the waiter with a groan and shook his head. "If you have any sense walk away."

The blonde looked at him confused as Axel kicked him under the table. "Oh uh….what can I get for you guys?"

"A plate of you served hot!" Axel cooed with a smirk. "Is that available?"

The waiter blushed dark, dark red before scowling and shaking his head, "That is a highly inappropriate comment, sir. I am asking you to refrain from them before I get my boss. We've been through this enough."

Marluxia clapped a hand over Axel's mouth and nodded slowly, "Ignore our perverse friend. He means no harm. Just bring us the special minus one."

The boy nodded and hurried off before Axel could come up with anything else. Demyx looked confused, "Why minus one?"

"Zexion doesn't eat breakfast. Normally he doesn't eat until noon or so." Larxene waved her hand as she explained. "That guy survives on books and stuff. We have an ongoing bet that he's not really human."

Demyx poked the other's shoulder and smirked slightly. "Have you falling back to the habit of not eating in the mornings? How many times have we gone over this, Zexy? If you don't eat in the morning it can lead to bad things."

Zexion looked up slowly from his book to turn his ice eyes on the male touching his shoulder. Axel was holding his breath, Larxene smirking, and Marluxia was trying to desperately pretend he was somewhere else. "Hand off before you lose full range of motion."

Demyx slowly lowered the finger, eyes filling with a sense of confusion. "You're really not going to let me talk to you?"

Zexion returned to his book not talking. Axel raised a curious eyebrow, "Demy and Zexy have history huh?"

That nickname had to be squashed. "The next person to utter that name is going to wish they hadn't, seriously."

Demyx sighed and shrugged at the question, "We met in elementary school. There really isn't anything past that."

"Zexion is being abnormally cruel to you though." Axel mused grabbing the waiter's arm as he tried to scurry off. "And I still want to talk to you, hot stuff. I am in the middle of something as of now, but I did not miss you scuttling around in the corner of my eye."

"Please just leave me alone! We go through this every Tuesday, I can't take it anymore!" The boy groaned covering his eyes with his free hand. "Why do I keep coming over here?"

Axel winked, "You can't keep your hands off of me. I do that to people."

Marluxia smacked Axel's hands sighing. "Let the poor boy go, he doesn't need to be molested this early in the morning. Do you even know his name?"

"Roxas." Axel and Larxene spoke at the same time. How Larxene knew his name was way beyond Roxas, but he was a bit freaked by it all. These people were terrifying why the hell did he come to take their order when they came in? His boss hated him that's why.

Zexion shut his book and looked around the table ignoring Demyx's pouting face. He used to use that on him all the time and it used to work. Zexion used to seriously hate that face.

"If you keep pouting like that a bird is going to poop on your lip." Zexion growled watching his blonde haired friend pout.

Zexion was in middle school, a ninth grader now, and Demyx was a fifth grader. His hair was slightly longer but not really, he had a unique look about him. Zexion was supposed to be going to a party at one of his friend's house, but now he had a pouting ten year old. If you've ever seen a ten year old pout you would know it isn't pretty.

"Why can't I just go with you?"

Zexion sighed and sat down on his bed shrugging, "There is going to be a lot of bad stuff at this party, and I don't want you involved. I'll spend an extra hour with you tomorrow to make up for it, okay?"

Demyx tucked himself under Zexion's arms and sighed playing with the dark sleeve on the boy's jacket. "If you must leave me here to rot alone."

Zexion couldn't help but smirk, it was barely visible, but it was there. "How about you play me a song for good luck?" Music always cheered the younger male up.

Demyx shot up faster than Zexion could speak. "I've been working on Stairway to Heaven again!" He grabbed his guitar and tuned it quickly before strumming. "Okay here goes!"

Zexion was always relaxed and impressed by Demyx's musical ability. He leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes as the music flowed over him slowly. It sounded like the actual song, impressive. A car horn blared making Zexion jump up and rush from the room.

"Good playing, Demyx. I'll see you tomorrow, be good." He added the last part just to sound like a good influence.

Demyx watched Zexion leave with hurt filled eyes but he nodded anyway. "Yea…okay." Normally music would have been fantastic to brighten his mood, but he just wasn't feeling it today. Actually, he was feeling it less and less without his older friend.

Zexion really hated that face. He pursed his lips and stood quickly shoving Demyx into the aisle and walking out of the diner. Larxene looked up shocked, her playful banter with Marluxia dying down. Axel leaned his chin on his knuckles to look at Demyx. The surprised blonde was staring after Zexion with transparent hurt on his face.

"So, what is your guys' story?" Axel's voice was soft. "I mean, why is he so mad at you?"

Demyx sat back at the table and shrugged, "We had a misunderstanding when I was in middle school. I don't think….I don't think he got over it." His voice was soft, his black pen tracing over the chords on his hand. "I suppose I messed up, huh?"

"I want the full story, kid. I honestly could care less about anything else." Larxene sighed as Axel leaned in closer to Demyx. "Now spill the beans." Marluxia shook his head and went back to eating. This was turning out to be a rather long morning, wasn't it?

Zexion had decided on walking, he didn't need them to get to school. His hair fell in his face, clouding his vision as he walked. He was four years older and in his last year of school; why the hell had Demyx showed up now? Why couldn't he have waited a year to enroll? This was not how he imagined things going. He was supposed to enjoy his final year of school, not worry about it being around a blonde haired idiot.

His cheeks burned, his eyes stung, and Zexion knew right then he was missing school today. He was having a mental breakdown just by seeing the kid how could he expect to go to school with him. Taking a sudden turn, he clutched his book to his chest and headed for town. There was one thing he cared about, one thing that mattered right now, books. Books, homework, and studying. If he could get through the day without seeing Demyx again he would be just fine, right?

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Kind of a long chapter sorry