A/N: Not much to this one. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Nor Vic's voice, who is mentioned in the dedication, as well as D.N. Angel.
Dedication: To Vic Mignogna, 'cause I was listening to the English rendition of the D.N. Angel opening song and it just forced me to type this. XD And to the people I worship. Always them. As well as my betas, who read everything I put on here before I put it up!
He was like the rain.
Everything about Demyx was entrancing, just like the rain. Zexion loved to sit at his window and watch the droplets pour from the Heavens, because everything about it remind him of the blonde. He thought about Demyx's kindness towards him – how he had simply approached Zexion and proclaimed him his best friend. He thought about how happy it made him when Demyx smiled, because when he was smiling, he was smiling at Zexion, and only Zexion. He thought about how those casual hugs and accidental touches, that probably meant nothing to Demyx, left searing impressions on his skin. He thought about how much he longed for Demyx's touch when the sitarist wasn't around. He thought about all that made Demyx, Demyx. And Zexion smiled.
He was like a guardian.
Zexion was a social outcast. When he was a little younger, he was caught giving another boy a quick, chaste kiss on the cheek. He was instantly labeled and sentenced to a high school life filled with torment and anguish. And he carried every jeer, every insult with him, constantly reminding himself that no one but Demyx could possibly want him around. But when he was with said blonde... He calmed. Every degrading comment that had rooted itself in his memory suddenly disappeared, and he was able to truly relax. But no one would have that. The little gay boy had to suffer. He was too happy! So, after school one day, a group of thugs dragged Zexion behind the high school one day and beat him. They beat him until he was broken and bleeding. And he sought out Demyx. The blonde looked at his best friend in horror before dragging him back to his house and tended to his wounds. And he held Zexion as the slate-haired teen trembled, whispering soothing nothings in his ear. Zexion calmed. And he forgot that day's events.
He was like an angel.
Zexion finally worked up the courage to admit his feelings for Demyx. But when he walked up to the blonde in the emptying halls of his high school, he could only think about how perfectly angelic Demyx looked. And he never told him. At least, until the day Demyx came to Zexion's home, collapsing in his arms, sobbing, saying his father had just gotten up and left him and his mother to fend for themselves. But even in tears, Zexion believed Demyx to be an angel. Even in sadness, Zexion believed Demyx to be the most beautiful creature on the face of the planet. Even in depression, Zexion realized he loved his best friend with every fiber of his being. And without words, he told his amazing best friend, silently pressing his lips to Demyx's.
And Demyx kissed back.
So. Too sappy? Too weak? Perfect? I'd like to know! Please review!