Zexion was just a kid who got caught up in a bad crowd.

Demyx was just there to protect him.

Organization 13 is a group of high school students who were feared by many other students. Demyx had just joined their little group along with another student. Each member of the group was given a number, which was assigned by order in which they joined. Demyx became number nine and the other student became number ten.

Demyx didn't want to join the group. He heard of all the bad things they did. They vandalized school property, skipped class/school, and hurt others both physically and mentally. He didn't want to join the group for those reasons. His reason for joining the group though was that he heard his childhood friend had joined. He joined so he could make sure his friend didn't get hurt. He joined so he can protect him. He joined to protect Zexion.

The Organization was currently in an old classroom in their school. The leader of the group, Xemnas, was standing in front of the room by the front desk. All the other members sat in the desks in order but spaced apart to have their own space. They had just gotten pass Demyx's and number ten's introductions to the group and now Xemnas was talking about what something Demyx had no clue about or interest in. Apparently he didn't really need to be listening since towards the end of Xemnas's words he found out he was mostly talking to numbers five and seven. After that Xemnas left the room along with Five and Seven and the room fell silent.

Demyx folded his arms on the desk and rested his head on them, looking away from the others. He stayed like that for a while. Voices were now filling the room as everyone started to talk to each other. Some moved from one seat to another to make it easier to talk. Demyx kept his head down and looked at the wall. He only looked up when someone sat down in the desk to his left and another in front of him. To his left he saw Eight sitting sideways to face him and in front of him sat Zexion who was sitting in his chair backwards to face Demyx.

"I never thought you would've joined something like this," Zexion said folding his arms over the back of the chair.

"You know me, always willing to try something new," Demyx replied with a shrug. "Even if I could die in the process."

"Don't worry, you won't die here," number Eight said patting Demyx's back. "I'm Axel by the way."

Demyx nodded in understanding. The three of them fell silent. Axel turned forward and leaned back in his chair while pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. Before he could light the cigarette though Zexion shot him a glare and he put it back. He kept out the lighter though and flicked it on and off. They stayed like that for a while until suddenly Zexion grabbed his bag and pulled out eyeliner. He then got up and went to Demyx's right and held his face by his chin. Taking the eyeliner Zexion wrote on Demyx's right cheek. When he was done he sat down on Demyx's desk and leaned back.

"What'd you do?" Demyx asked gently touching his cheek.

"I wrote the roman numeral for nine. That way people know who you are."

"Ah clever," Axel said and Zexion looked over his shoulder to look at him. "Do me."

And with that said Zexion scooted backwards to the middle of Demyx's desk then turned to face Axel. Getting down from the desk he simply slid onto Axel's lap and gently grabbed his chin. Then he wrote down the Roman numeral for eight on Axel's right cheek. When he pulled away Axel took the eyeliner from him and then did the Roman numeral for six on Zexion's left cheek. Zexion was obviously taken by surprise and you can tell by the small blush.

While watching the two, Demyx started thinking and taking everything in. Looking at Zexion he noticed how his clothes were different. His shirt was tight with sleeves that covered his arms and his pants were tight black denim. He was wearing combat boots which probably added an inch to his height. He also had on a black belt with silver studs and chains that hung around his hips. Around his eyes he had on eyeliner, not too much but just enough to be noticeable and make his eyes brighter. All the black on him made his skin appear lighter. He still had soft, almost girlish, innocent features. And right before he turned away, Demyx noticed a silver chain tucked under Zexion's left sleeve. Demyx smiled as he turned an identical chain around his right wrist.

Out of the corner of his eye, Demyx saw Zexion lean forward. When he looked he saw that Zexion was now resting his head on Axel's shoulder, eyes closed, arms hung over Axel's shoulders. He heard Zexion say something that sounded like, "I'm tired," and then buried his face into Axel's shoulder. Axel in turn wrapped one arm around Zexion's lower back; the other held up to pet his hair.

They look cute together, Demyx thought. Wait, is Zexion even gay?

He snuck one last glance at the two. When the bell rang everyone got up and headed out the door, except for the two. They took their time getting up, Zexion rubbing his eyes, probably had fallen asleep, and Axel just simply waiting till he got off of him.

Demyx stood at his locker while as he took books out of his bag and replaced them with others from his locker. He kept thinking back to Axel and Zexion. How come he didn't even know if his best friend was gay or not. Maybe it was because Zexion never really showed interest in either sex. While in his thoughts, Demyx had accidentally dropped his math textbook. He quickly put in the other books he needed and then turned to pick up the math book. When he turned though he saw that the book was already off the ground and being handed to him.

"Thanks," he said taking the book from Zexion.

"No problem," Zexion replied. He watched Demyx go through his locker and bag, probably making sure he had everything he needed. "Wanna come to my house?"

Demyx was thrown off just a little by the sudden invitation, but decided to accept. "Sure."

"'Kay, I have to pick up my sister first though, if you don't mind," Zexion said pulling on the strap of his bag. Demyx just shook his head and closed his locker following Zexion down the hall.

Zexion was always quiet and kept to himself. There are a lot of things that others didn't know about him. Demyx though had been his friend ever since birth really, this because their mothers were friends and still are. One thing people probably don't know about him is that he has an eight year old little sister. Said sister, Violet, is currently skipping ahead of them down the sidewalk, lilac/grey curls bouncing with every move. She was wearing a light pink dress with white lace and a baby blue bow tied behind her waist, a matching bow in her hair, white tights, and black shoes with straps around the ankles and little bows on the back.

They walked, Violet skipping, down the sidewalk until they reached Zexion's house. Violet being ahead of the other two via skipping stood and waited on the front porch for her brother to open the door. Stepping on the porch Zexion pulled out his keys and unlocked the door pushing it open and letting his sister run in. he then led Demyx in and headed for the kitchen. He walked to the fridge to get a drink but stopped when he saw a note in his mother's handwriting. He picked it up and leaned against the counter to look at it. A list of chores.

"Ugh," Zexion let out. Demyx gave him a look of confusion from across the kitchen. "Chores."

"Oh." Demyx walked over to his side and took the paper from him to read. "Doesn't seem too hard, I'll help."

Zexion gave a small smile in thanks.

The first thing on the list was to clean the pool. They went out to the backyard to get the stuff needed to complete the chore. Demyx left the list on the table on the back patio underneath a rock to prevent it from blowing away. He then joined Zexion at the side of the pool. Once at his side he handed him the pool net.

"Here, you fish everything out and I'll do the filter and chlorine." Demyx nodded in agreement and took the net to start as Zexion went to the far end of the pool.

After about fifth-teen Zexion was done with the filter and chlorine and was now standing with Demyx as he finished up with the net. After about five more minutes he was done so Zexion started to head back towards the house. He was stopped though by Demyx's voice calling his name. He went back over to him to see what he wanted, but before he could ask he was pushed.

It didn't take long for him to realize that Demyx had pushed him into the pool. He thought about maybe pretending to drown, but then that would cause Demyx to freak out. So instead he just went to the surface of the water and grabbed onto the pool wall. He could've floated but the water and his boots were making his feet heavy. Once he was secured on the wall he took one had and pushed his hair behind his ear.

"What the hell was that for?" Zexion asked, more upset than angry.

Demyx just shrugged and bent down to pat the other's head. "I just thought maybe it would help you cool off. After all you're wearing all black."

Zexion didn't respond. Instead he held up his hand knowing Demyx would take it and pull him out. But as soon as he grabbed his hand, Zexion pulled down. Demyx being caught off guard fell into the pull and being scared he tightened his grip on Zexion's hand bringing him back under the water with him.

When they got back up Demyx had to catch his breath before he could speak again. "Aw, now we're both wet."

"That was the point," Zexion said as he made his way to the wall. At the wall he lifted himself with his arms and then lifted his legs to sit on his knees. He then stood up and started towards the house.

Demyx climbed out after him and followed to the house, pausing to grab the chore list.

Inside Zexion grabbed two towels and handed one to Demyx then headed to his bedroom. Demyx this time didn't follow knowing he went in there to change. So instead of following Zexion, he just waited out in the hall drying his hair. It didn't take long for Zexion to come back out. He was dressed in light grey sweat pants and a light blue oversized v-neck shirt. He went to the bathroom and came back out with his hair held back with two clips. Despite getting wet, the roman numerals were still on both of their faces.

Zexion didn't take it off though, but Demyx had accidentally rubbed the towel over his face making the eyeliner smear. Zexion smiled at him then took the chore list and walked to the living room. After Demyx cleaned off the smeared eyeliner from his cheek he went to the living room where Zexion was patiently waiting for him.

Demyx took note of how normal his friend looked. Not really normal like he was a strange person, more like normal like he was himself. Demyx knew Zexion preferred loose clothes but liked the look of the clothes he wore out. The clothes he wore out weren't like the ones he used to wear. He used to wear a regular t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, but now his choice in clothes changed almost entirely. Demyx knew that he mostly wore the clothes to make his role in the Organization more believable.

In reality Zexion was a kind and caring person, but in school and the Organization he was a dark and mysterious person. He didn't act mean or anything like that, but he did take part in the "missions" the Organization sent the members on. Demyx still couldn't figure out why he had joined in the first place.

"What's next on the list?" Demyx asked as he sat down next to his friend.

"I have to make Violet an after school snack," Zexion replied and went to the kitchen. Demyx stood up and followed.

In the kitchen Zexion got out the things he would need to make his sisters snack. It wasn't really a snack, more like lunch, but it didn't matter since Violet didn't eat the school's food. She was a picky eater and liked cute little sandwiches and tea for lunch. She believes that it makes her like a princess in a way based off of the stories and movies she liked. She also liked to eat off and drink from the tea set her mother got her.

Demyx was allowed to sit back out of this chore since he didn't know how to properly make a meal for Violet. He watched as Zexion got out the delicate plates and cup of his sister's tea set and put together the sandwich.

As Zexion got out a water bottle and a small packet, Demyx asked, "Still can't make tea?"

"Shut up," Zexion said as he poured the powder of the tea packet into the water bottle.

Demyx smiled and moved to stand behind his friend. "Aw, you poor thing," he said as he wrapped his arms around the other's waist and pressed his chest to the other's back.

"Dem! You're still wet," Zexion said and tried to get away. "Let me go!"

"Fine," Demyx said letting go and taking a step back. "That's for getting me wet."

Zexion turned around and quickly kicked Demyx in the leg. Demyx let out an 'Ow!' and pulled his leg away from the other.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"For getting me wet again," and with that Zexion picked up his sister's meal and headed to her room.

Demyx went back to the living room. He picked up the chore list and sat down on the couch.

"You're getting the couch wet," Zexion said as he came back in.

Demyx looked up and said, "Well I would've brought a change of clothes if I knew I was gonna be pulled into the pool."

"You were the one who pushed me in," Zexion said and crossed his arms. "I would give you something to wear but you don't fit in my clothes."

"You do realize you're wearing one of my shirts that I left here don't you?" Demyx asked.

Zexion looked down at the shirt. He hadn't realized it when he put it on, but it was indeed Demyx's shirt. "Here," he said and quickly took the shirt off and tossed it to Demyx.

Demyx was slightly shocked that the other had taken his shirt off. Zexion was always shy with his body and Demyx hardly ever saw him without a shirt. After tossing the shirt to Demyx, Zexion went to his bedroom to go get another. Demyx didn't change his shirt right away; instead his mind kept replaying Zexion taking off his shirt. Strangely, Demyx found himself liking how his friend had removed the shirt; he liked how the other's arms were crossed like an 'x' when he took it off. He liked the sight of his friend's bare chest and he wanted to see it again.

At the sound of a door opening and closing, Demyx quickly snapped out of his thoughts and changed his shirt. Zexion walked into the living room now wearing a black tank top. Taking the chore list from Demyx, Zexion sat down next to the other and looked it over.

"Now what do we have to do?" Demyx asked and put his arm on the back of the couch behind Zexion.

"The next chore we don't have to do until later," Zexion replied leaning back, his shoulders barely touching the arm behind him. "So that gives us time to do homework."

"I don't want to do homework," Demyx complained.

"Well you have to, I'm not gonna do it for you."

As Zexion moved to get Demyx let himself fall onto the smaller boy causing the two to lay flat on the couch. Zexion was on his back, Demyx on top of him chest to chest. Demyx's face was face down on the couch beside the other's and he pretended to be asleep. It took a few seconds for Zexion to get his breath back from the impact and when he did get it back he tried to push the other off of him.

Zexion never was strong, Demyx knew that. That's why he had lied on the other knowing he wouldn't be able to get him off. He could feel hands trying to push him, one on his chest and another on his shoulder. Demyx smiled at the smaller boy's efforts to get him off. Pretending to fall asleep, Demyx let the rest of his body weight go. The other's hands pushed harder but it didn't help. Then Demyx felt the legs underneath him try to kick him off. They couldn't move much since Demyx was so heavy on top of them.

"Dem," Zexion said. "Get off, you're crushing me."

"No I'm not."

"Please?" Zexion asked close to begging.

"Okay fine," Demyx answered. "On one condition."

"What's that?"

"Answer this," Demyx began. "Are you gay?"

He knew it wasn't the best question for a time like this, but he wanted to know. He didn't expect Zexion to answer as quickly as he did.

"Yeah, why?"

Demyx sat up quickly and looked down at his friend. Zexion stretched his arms, since they were in an odd position from being under Demyx suddenly, and then folded them behind his head.

"What? Am I not allowed to be?" Zexion asked, mostly because of the other's shocked expression.

"N-no, you are, it's just," Demyx started. "No fair! How come you didn't tell me?"

"Was I supposed to?"

"Well I told you when I first came out, it would only be fair if you did the same."

"Sorry. At least you figured it out."

"Only because you were all cuddly with Axel," Demyx muttered under his breath and climbed off the couch to get his homework.

Though the words were spoken quietly, Zexion still heard them and blushed.