WARNING: THIS CONTAINS SEXUAL MATERIAL(YAOI), VIOLENCE, HARD SHIP, SOME LANGUAGE, AND DISTURBING SCENES.
Demyx and Zexion Fanfiction; enjoy.
Hey guys! Here's another one of my fanfictions! This was also made for a friend, and I absolutely love how it came out! Hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is appritiated!
Kiln: an oven, or wood stove, usually used by pottery makers.
"What am I going to do without you?" a short red haired young adult yelled at his best friend who was packing his things away.
"I don't know get a freaking job?" the other young male, who was tall and blonde with long, started to zip up his dark blue suitcase.
"Demyx! How can you leave me in the middle of Twilight town, all alone? What's so important!" the shorter male turned the taller one to face him, "Tell me that, at least."
"I want to become an artist Zexion. Why don't you want me to be happy?" Demyx went to grab all his trinkets from his dresser top, looking at a photo of him and Zexion together at the park.
On a bright summer day two teens sat together underneath a large pine tree. They watched as dogs ran, children play, and couples bask in their own love. The smaller teen had the main color of black on with blonde hair shot and choppy with both eyes being shown, while the other teen was taller and much more colorful with dirty blonde hair that came to his shoulders waved in the breeze, with a bright blue shirt and khaki shorts.
"Why don't you were color's Zexion? Like blue!" The dirty blonde male said to his friend, "I think it'd look great on you!"
"I hate the color blue." Zexion said coldly.
Brushing the comment aside, they spoke about school, girls, and their interests, the taller one brought something up, "I think we should go swimming!" he shoots up to standing, "C'mon Zexion, it'll be fun!"
"Ah, that's okay, Demyx; I'll pass." Zexion looked up at Demyx whose smile turned into a pout. Zexion reached over to grab a book out of his bag, a particularly large book, and opened it to about the middle of the book. Fed up with Zexion's attitude, Demyx snatched the book right out of the teen's hand.
"Demyx!" Zexion yelled, "What the hell are you doing!"
"Play with me." Demyx whined.
"What are you? Five?" Zexion leaned back against the tree with his arms crossed over his chest, he held out one hand and in a demanding voice, "Give it back to me; now."
"Awe, shorty's trying to be tough." Demyx winked at the smaller teen, "You want this?" he held the book out, and as soon as Zexion tried to grab it, Demyx lifted it up high above his head, "You've gotta get it yourself."
"I'm not that much shorter than you!" Zexion said as he shot up to his feet, coming to the height of Demyx's chin. He reached his hand up to try and grab the book, but came up short; literately. "God dammit," he swore, "just give it to me."
"Excuse me? I couldn't hear that; say it again, will ya'?" Demyx teased Zexion's shy voice.
"Give it to me!"
"Still couldn't hear that; you may have to speak up."
"Give it to me! Now!" Zexion yelled clenching his fists to his sides.
"Excuse me sir," an older woman interjected, "we're in a public park. Keep your actions clean."
"I'm sorry, ma'am." Demyx told the woman, "See, my friend here is quite a-to put it bluntly-sexual person. He can't focus for too long."
"Just get a room ya' hooligans." She yelled as she walked off the other way, her dog barking at everything.
"You suck; so freaking much." Zexion glared at Demyx harshly.
"I think you're the one who does that." He winked at Zexion, who was still shooting his "famous" glare at Demyx. Sympathetically he gave Zexion his book back.
"Thank you." Zexion said regretfully.
"Gentlemen?" A man holding a camera approached the two, "Would you like your picture taken? They're free today." The man smiled sweetly.
"Sure!" Demyx said grabbing Zexion by the shoulders and giving his biggest smile.
"Okay, ready? Say-" The man began holding his camera up so he could see through the lens.
"Zexion, smile." Demyx said through his teeth.
"You didn't-Oh god!" Zexion was cut off by Demyx poking at his sides at just the right spot to hit a nerve and tickle him.
"Cheese!"
Snap.
As the man with the camera left, Zexion was looking at their picture, "I look like an idiot!" Demyx leaned over to look at the picture as well, and laughed, "I think it's cute! Can I have it?"
"I don't care." Zexion said throwing the picture behind him while sitting down against the tree once more, "It's messed up anyways, there's someone in the background."
"I don't care!" Demyx caught the photo and stared at it smiling, "I'll never forget this."
"Why do you have to leave though?" Zexion stormed over to Demyx, looking at the picture as well, reminiscing on that day. Zexion took the chance, "You want to leave your best friend? I'm the one, who has gotten you through your parent's abuse; who has only supported you, never to let you fall. What are you going to do?" Demyx looked at Zexion's sweet blue eyes, wondering if he was making the right decision.
"I have to go." Demyx pushed past Zexion to his bag of close, placing the picture nicely into the pocket on the front of the case. Zexion's eyes stung, wanting to release the salty tears that filled them to the brim; but he couldn't cry at that moment. He walked over and stood next to Demyx, who was frozen over his bag, still thinking on what to do. Zexion turned to look into Demyx's ocean blue eyes, wanting to try and change his mind to stay with him, but Demyx only turned the other way, walking over to grab his sitar.
"I'm sorry, Zexion." Demyx said quietly, placing his sitar into its case gently, "I truly want this, and I don't want to pass it up."
"Why can't you do this here, in this town?" Zexion sat on the bare mattress in the room with no pictures, "You're my best friend."
"Yes, Zexion, I know. And you're my best friend." Demyx looked at Zexion with hurt in his eyes, "But this town has nothing to offer for me. You know how much I want to become some sort of artist. Be happy for me, please? My train is going to leave" he walked over to the door with his bag and sitar case, "Can I at least get one hug?"
Zexion wiped an invisible tear away from his cheek and stood up, "Of course." He walked over slowly, stalling, to Demyx. Demyx dropped his bags and wrap his arms around his friend; perfectly meshing together. Zexion's head fit nicely into Demyx's chest, while their arms intertwined like the vines on a brick wall.
"I'll call you later." Demyx said stepping out the door.
"Okay…" Zexion said with his head down, holding his left arm with his right hand.
"See ya.'" The last words Demyx spoke before he left. Not until he was completely out of site, Zexion got the courage to say, "I love you."
Later that night, it was around the time when Demyx to be where he was going; Hollow Bastion. Zexion had set up the phone in Demyx's, or what was Demyx's room, and sat there waiting for the phone to ring. The phone was on the hook on the table that was next to the bed. Zexion stare immensely at the phone, looking at the ticking clock about every five seconds. To what Zexion had thought hours have gone by were only a mere 30 minutes.
8:30 PM.
"His train must have stopped by now." Zexion spoke to himself, "Traffic! That was probably it!"
As time went by, Zexion could only stare at the clock. It was rare to see his face out of a book when he has time to read, but he didn't have the attention span to do so. He laid down on the bare bed, looking away from both the phone and the clock. The ticking to the tock, time went by on the clock: one hour; two hours; three hours; to four; no sign of Demyx.
Zexion slowly started to drift off, trying his hardest to stay awake, just in case Demyx were to call later; no such luck. Fast asleep the male lay, dreaming.
5:30 AM.
Zexion woke up groggy with a stiff neck from not sleeping with a pillow. He quickly grabbed the phone and look for a text, "NO NEW MESSAGES." His heart sank into his stomach at the sight of it.
Through the next year, he'd do this every night, waiting for that one call. When someone did call, it was a solicitor or his co-worker, Roxas, from his job wondering where he was.
On the 365th day, Zexion had Roxas over at his apartment. "Roxas?" Zexion spoke with his speech slurring from alcohol, "You wanna know somethin'?" Roxas took a sip from his beer, "Sure."
"It's been 365 days. I've counted." Zexion hiccupped then took another swig of his drink.
"Sense what? The last time you did anything to your hair?" Roxas smirked at his remark. Zexion's hair had grown down to the middle of his back and started to turn a grey-blonde, with his red faded at the tips.
"No. Yes. Not the point." Zexion burped, "It's been 365 days sense I last saw the man I loved."
"You love men!" Roxas said shocked, and sounding a bit disgusted, "Sense when!"
"Love a man. Not men." Zexion set his drink down and had the most pitiful look on his face, a tear streamed down his cheek, "He never even called."
"Who?"
"Him." Zexion took a deep breath, "I used to love him, now; I hate him." He looked at Roxas, who was holding him because he hadn't even noticed how many tears he had shed. "Look at me!" Zexion sobbed, latching onto Roxas's sleeve, "I waited for so long, held back so much, I've become a mess!"
"It's okay, and going to be, oaky, Zexion." Roxas tried to comfort his friend, "You don't need him!" Zexion looked into Roxas's eyes and started to move closer, as did Roxas. Their lips met with passion and fire behind them. Roxas licked Zexion's bottom lip grabbing onto his shirt pulling him closer. Roxas gained entrance to Zexion's mouth, searching the hot Miller flavored cavern for the sweet spot. He licked the roof of Zexion's mouth which made him moan with pleasure. Their tongues meshed and their bodies ached. Clothes were coming off slowly, but surly. They rubbed and grinded on one another, wanting to be inside each other. The room's temperature rose quickly, moans filled the silent air; Roxas and Zexion were both shirtless on the couch.
Their bodies meshed to one another as Roxas lay on top of Zexion continuing their session. Roxas had become hard with a throbbing erection and wanted to release it. He started to remove Zexion's pants, when Zexion started to realize what was going on. His eyes opened as Roxas continued to fiddle with his pants while kissing him firmly on the lips. Zexion tried to grab Roxas's hands, but was only to be pinned to the couch my Roxas's hands. Roxas looked into Zexion's eyes with lust; wanting to see more. Roxas licked Zexion's upper lip, smirking, then said, "What's wrong, baby? Don't worry."
"Roxas, I think we should stop." Zexion took his chance and awaited the consequences. Roxas's eyes narrowed at Zexion as he tightened his grip on his wrists, "What do you mean?"
"I…" Zexion hesitated, "I don't think this is such a good idea."
"Are you fuckingserious!" Roxas growled, "What are you? A fucking tease! No wonder he left you!" Roxas still wanted to relieve himself, "Well, I don't give a rat's ass; we're doing this, now."
"What! No!" Zexion struggled to become free of Roxas's grip, "Don't do this!"
Roxas didn't listen to Zexion's cries while he put both of Zexion's wrists under one hand. Roxas started to unzip and pull down his pants while Zexion struggled to get free. Roxas had wormed his way in between Zexion's thighs trying to get Zexion's pants off as well. Roxas had fumbled a bit and slightly loosened his grip on Zexion's wrists, giving him the chance to escape; in which he succeeded.
Zexion butted his head against Roxas's, leaving him disorientated long enough for Zexion to get up and run into Demyx's old room. He slammed the door behind him and locked the dead lock on said door. Zexion slid down the door, crying, as Roxas's pounded on the door.
Bam; bam; bam.
"Open the fucking door Zexion!" Roxas yelled.
Bam; bam; bam.
Roxas continued to bang on the door until one last BANG; which sounded like Roxas had thrown something against the door. With a last, "Fuck you!" and a door slamming behind it; the apartment became silent.
Zexion sobbed into his knees feeling guilt, ignorance and shame all into one body. His cries only filled the room he was in, as his tears slid down his face. There was no one there; no one to comfort him; help him through something like this.
"I wish…" Zexion sobbed, "I wish Demyx were here."
"Never again will I let you touch him, you bastard!" Demyx yelled at a tall man as Zexion coward behind him.
"It's none of your business! So get the fuck out of MY house!" the man yelled then pushed Demyx back, making he and Zexion stumble backward.
"I'll leave, but so is Zexion!" Demyx grabbed Zexion's hand subtly trying to calm him from shaking, "He doesn't deserve this crap!"
"He's MY son! He lives HERE!" Zexion's father rolled up his sleeves, "Now watch yourself kid, you're in my house now."
"Get your stuff Zexion, leaving." Demyx said without looking away from father's eyes, Zexion let go of Demyx's hand and rushed to his room.
"Get your ass back here, Zexion!" his father yelled getting ready to go to Zexion's room. Demyx put out his arm, stopping his from going any further. Glares were shared at that moment and in a harsh tone, Zexion's father said, "If you know what's good for you boy, get out of the way."
"I'm never going to let you pass; Zexion is my friend, my BEST friend." Demyx stood as tall as he could trying to intimidate the father. Zexion came back from his room his stuff packed in a backpack, Demyx smiled at him trying to give some recognition, then said, "Go out in the car."
"Zexion!" his father said, "You're not going anywhere." Zexion looked at Demyx, then at his father, confused and worried about what might happen. He took a deep breath, and then said staring his father straight in the face, "I'm finished with your shit." Demyx smiled as Zexion walked out the front door, but only to become, once again, angry and looked that the father.
"You're never going to touch him again." Demyx started to walk back, "This is the end of all your abuse towards him!"
"I've had it with you, kid!" his father threw a punch at Demyx which threw him off guard and he got hit in the right eye. There was a small cut above his eyebrow from the father's ring; he wiped the blood away and punched him in the stomach; the father fell to his knees.
"This is over." Demyx kicked Zexion's father, making him fall to his side, and Demyx walked out the door and got in his car. Zexion was in the passenger seat looking at Demyx whose expression hadn't changed.
"Get back here!" His father was at the door yelling, holding his stomach as he slowly made his way out into the yard. Without even thinking Demyx drove off as quickly as he could, not saying a single word.
"Demyx?" Zexion quietly asked.
"What!" Demyx snapped. He looked over at Zexion who cowered against the window. Demyx looked back towards the road and sighed, "What?"
"Thank you."
Demyx kept his eyes on the road but smiled meekly, his eyes watering; he looked at Zexion for a moment and said, "Anything for a friend."
Zexion woke in front of the door where he fell asleep. Slowly he got up, stiff from sleeping on the floor, and made his way onto the bathroom. He looked at his bare chest that had marks all over it, along with on his neck. He rubbed the back of his head, while looking down, and wanted to cry again. Tired and sore, he walked into the living room where everything happened. There was the smell of beer and the scent of sweat filling the air making him nauseous.
Zexion ran to the bathroom and threw the remainder of his stomach contents into the toilet. He gave a courtesy flush after vomiting a few times, then a few more. When he felt like it was finally over, he sat next to the toilet holding his head. Narrowing his eyes he looked at the calendar; August 17; the day after he left. It had finally been exactly one year sense he heard from Demyx.
As the next five years went by Zexion had moved into a new apartment to get away from everyone. Each year on August 16, something would happen to Zexion that wasn't pleasant. The year after almost being raped, he was robbed of all his electronics; the next year he was extremely ill and in the doctor for five weeks; the third year was one of the hardest because he lost his job on the same day; as for the fourth year, he was mugged and almost killed by a homeless man; the fifth year he was once again in the hospital with a life threatening illness; this year way no different.
The whole year had been going nicely; no illnesses, no death scares, nothing, but as soon as the seventh year anniversary of all the mishaps and sense the last time he saw Demyx, some things started to go wrong again. Zexion had met someone whom he was falling in love with; a man named Axel.
Each time they were together, Zexion felt alive, like he belonged. Each kiss was candy, and as they got closer to making love, Zexion would stop, and Axel wouldn't mind. Axel was there for him through the whole year when they met on August 18th; it was a new day for Zexion. As the year got closer and closer to the worst days of Zexion's life, he ignored the tormenting thoughts and thought about his one year anniversary with Axel.
On August 16 Zexion decided he wanted to go for a walk to try and get his mind off the date. He had the sense that someone was following him, but just pawned it off as being anxious. It was about 6:30 at night, the sun was still out, there was a cool breeze; a beautiful evening. Eventually the walk had settled Zexion's nerves, but it also had become dark. He looked at his watch and was surprised to see that it was already 11:15. He turned around and started to head back to his house, as he spoke his thoughts, "Maybe this damn curse is over."
Halfway to his house he walked past a night club called "Twilight Hour." Not wanting to risk anything happening, he continued forward. As soon as he was coming to the end of the blaring music, also the end of the building, Zexion heard noises coming from an alleyway. Curiosity overran Zexion's conscious and he took a peak at what was down the alley.
There were two people next to the wall, one on the wall, the other holding them up there. Zexion watched to see more closely what was going on, then it dawned on him; the two of them were having sex. Zexion noticed at the dominant one stroke the other's member as his own was going into submissive one. Their moans could have been heard from the other side of the street if it weren't for the music in the building they were on.
Zexion scoffed at the sight, and then continued to walk until the light caught the more dominant one's face; Zexion recognized the face. He was contemplating on whether or not to call out whom he thought it was, but instead, he crept closer behind a garbage can.
The two seemed to put on a show for they had gotten faster with their movements, kissing and panting, nipping and thrusting; the dominant one stroked the member of his other's until liquid poured out, squirting all over both of them. The dominant one must have done the same because they both moaned above the music. These actions made the submissive one yell out, "Oh God! Axel!"
Zexion's heart sank when he heard those words, but it also made him furious, "Axel!"
"Who's asking?" The dominant one let the other down on the ground as he yelled.
"Your…" Zexion walked out from behind the dumpster, "Your fucking boyfriend! That's who!"
Axel's face went blank, as the other latched himself onto him, "Who's this?" Axel looked over at the male, "No one, babe."
"'No one'?" Zexion yelled with his fists clenched at his sides, "It's almost been one fucking year, Axel!"
"Well, I'm a man; I have needs." Axel smugly said, "If you're up to it, you could join us." He winked at Zexion, making him even madder than before.
"FUCK YOU!" Zexion yelled as he ran towards his house.
"If you would have done that in the first place, this wouldn't have happened!" Axel yelled back, but Zexion kept running. His eyes were filling with tears, overflowing and streaming down his cheeks.
He slammed the door behind him and sat on the couch in his living room, crying. Zexion was tired of crying, he just wanted his friend back. When times were simpler and your friends were there for you when you needed them; not only when they needed you.
Demyx held Zexion in his lap rubbing his back, trying to comfort him. He held Zexion close while saying, "It's okay Zexion, there's other girls out there."
"I thought we'd be together forever, Demyx!" Zexion sobbed into his friend's shoulder, "That's what we decided! Then he came into it and everything went down the toilet!"
"Zexion, we're only 10." Demyx said soothingly, "We don't know what love is. We may never know what it actually feels like."
"Bu-But…"
"You were only together for a little while." Demyx rubbed Zexion's back as he was starting to calm down. Demyx smiled and said, "There's so many fish in the sea. We'll meet girls that are right for you and me."
Zexion sat up looked at Demyx and sniffled a bit saying, "You're right, Demyx." Zexion smiled, "How do you always know what to say?"
"I just do." Demyx hugged his friend, "Think about it, when we're older we'll be doing so much with our lives."
"Demyx, what if something goes wrong?" Zexion asked.
"If we're together, nothing will go wrong!" he flashed his million dollar smile at Zexion, making him smile as well.
"We're going to be best friends forever?" Zexion looked into Demyx's eyes, "Right?"
"We'll be best friends until we die."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Bullshit." Zexion said looking in the mirror, remembering that time. He looked at his watch; it had just struck 12:00, and said, "Thank God that day is over."
There was a pair of scissors on the counter top. Zexion grabbed the scissors and said to himself, "There's so many things I could do with these." He looked into his own eyes in the mirror and held them up to his neck, his hand shaking. He pressed the cold blades against his skin, not breaking the eye contact, and started to feel overwhelmed.
He took his other hand and pulled his hair out, which had grown quite a bit, and started cutting it. Snip; snip; snip. He didn't care about the strands of hair that were getting caught in his shirt, around his neck, or even the strands falling on the floor; he just kept cutting. To him it felt as if every strand of hair that was being cut off was another burden off his shoulders.
When he was satisfied with the outcome, he quickly went outside and got in his car. He had a year before everything would go bad again, he didn't care if it was 1:39 in the morning. He pulled up to a 24/7 store and walked in. His hair was a mess, and he got stares, but he just searched for what he was looking for. He went down the "Hair" section and looked at the colors. Reds, greens, purples, naturals; he looked and looked until he found the color he wanted; blue.
He hurried to the checkout stand, setting his products the conveyor belt, and then got his wallet out. The cashier was friendly enough to try and make conversation. He asked, "Why're you here so late?"
Zexion looked down and then asked, "How much?" The cashier looked at the total, swiped his silver bangs out of his face, and said, "$12.82, plus a kiss?" He winked at Zexion, who just put his money on the belt and kept his head down.
"Not so friendly are ya'?" the man said, he wrote on the receipt and put it in the bag with the items, "My name is Riku, you probably don't remember me. I remember you, just not your name." He held the bag up, "What is your name?" Zexion grabbed the bag and said quietly, but loud enough to hear, "Zexion."
"Ah, okay, Zexy; that's right." Riku smiled, "Have a nice night."
Zexion nodded and walked back out to his car, rushing home. Once he was in the bathroom again, he wanted to cry, but he held back the tears. He noticed that Riku had left his number on the receipt, but Zexion was done with people; he was done.
After two dyeing processes Zexion looked in the mirror to see that his hair didn't take the color very well; it was more grey than blue. He didn't care anymore; part of his hair was choppy at the top and at the back it was much shorter than it had been before. Part of his hair was still longer, but only on one side that covered his eye. After he was content with what he had done, he sat on the couch and watched the sun rise outside the window, wondering if life will ever go back to being "normal" again.
"Probably never." Zexion said to himself as he looked at his reflection in the television.
Eight years seem go by quickly because Zexion was prepared for that day every year. Each year hadn't been as bad at the first seven for the fact that Zexion stayed away from people as much as he could. He even moved to a smaller part of town, and got a small condo; with two bedrooms. The only time he interacted with another human being is when he'd go to that same 24/7 store and see Riku, buying food and hair dye every time. Riku would try to push more out of Zexion, but he only got a short response.
His body had become weaker. His face started to sink in, his ribs could be seen through some articles of clothing, his legs and arms were stick thin. He was not the same as he was before.
On the tenth August 16 Demyx was gone, Zexion attempted suicide. He contemplated it many times before, but never actually went through with it.
Zexion stood on a chair underneath his stairs and looked up at the railing; there was a rope tied to the sturdiest part. A noose hung down in front of him; teasing him. He watched it dangle in front of him, and then he slipped his head through the noose. Zexion took a deep breath, and thought about what he was going to do. His mind wondered through all these years, all the pain and agony he was put through, how nothing has ever been right; he decided that he really can't live without Demyx.
He stepped down from the chair.
He dangled like a flower that has gone limp; lost its luster. That's what had happened to Zexion; he's lost his life, and now he's going to lose it in reality.
His lifeless body swung there as he slowly was dying, but by sheer fate, the rope snapped; dropping Zexion on the ground.
He coughed and took deep breaths of air, wondering what had just happened. He looked at the rope and say that it had torn, even though he had just bought it. This site made Zexion angry, and he kicked the rope away and hugged his knees. He cried, for what had seemed like the millionth time in his life time. After that, he decided he just had to live with all the pain, all the heartache, and just live in his house with his books; alone.
After the 15th year, Zexion decided to do something with his life that he loved and missed; pottery.
He put a down payment on a small shop that would have been perfect for a pottery shop. Zexion spent all his time there after he quit his job; cleaning, working on how to set up. He finally opened his shop, that he named Blue Kiln, on May 23; a very close date to August 16. Zexion would stay up all night, never feeling tired, working on new pots, bowls, dish wear, and designs. He decided to move out of his condo and live in the shop because there was a small room upstairs. He felt like everything was going as planned, even if he had to interact with customers.
He looked at the calendar every time he woke up and each time before he goes to bed. It became dreadfully close to the cursed date, a week away. Trying not to think of what might happen that year, Zexion decided it was time to dye his hair once more. He had become more open with Riku, but not enough to get close to him. He had told him about Blue Kiln which Riku happily obliged to visit, making Zexion smile just a bit.
His income for the past few months had paid the rent, supplies, and tools, but never made a great profit. Zexion didn't mind, for he hardly ate, only spent money on cereal, milk, hair dye and other necessities. He wore some of the same clothes every day, all dark, with no color at all. The only color he ever wore was on his head, a grey-blue that Zexion had come to love.
That dreadful day had finally come, August 16; Zexion feared the worst. Even though he wanted to be as safe as possible, he couldn't go a day without being open or else he'd lose too much profit. The day's service had been excruciatingly slow, which made Zexion hope the only thing bad that would happen would be that he didn't gain any money.
The day had been coming to an end, and Zexion was about to flip the "open" sign to "close," when a tall man walked through the door. He had a nervous smile on his face, "Uhm, hi."
"Hello, what can I do for you?" Zexion asked professionally.
"Give me a job?" he grinned. Zexion looked him up and down; he had dirty blond hair cut into a Mohawk, but had a small mullet in the back which went with his slightly tanned skin; he had some of the prettiest eye's Zexion had ever seen; his ears we pierced all the way up, along with his septum; he had baggy pants that were ripped along the knees, and a semi-tight blue shirt with the design of a skull on it. Zexion had to admit to himself that he was attracted to this man.
"I'm not hiring." Zexion said walking up to the man, who was strikingly familiar.
"Oh, please, please, please, sir!" the man pleaded, "It's always been my dream to work in a pottery shop!"
"I'll think about it. Do you have a phone; I'll get back to you." Zexion said walking back over to his desk.
"Uh, well, no." the man said, "I kind of just moved here." He rubbed the back of his head.
"Where are you staying? I'm sure there's a phone there." Zexion shuffled a couple papers.
"Well…" the man looked down.
"You don't have a place to stay? Are you stupid?" Zexion said bluntly.
"No! I just…" he shuffled his feet, "Need to start off on a good foot. I just need some money." His head shot up, "Or could I stay here for a while? I could sweep, make pottery, play music, and help around."
"No, there's only one bed; mine."
"Well, I could sleep on the floor, couldn't I?" the man got on his knees, "Oh, please, mister; I'm on my knees!" Zexion looked at the man gravelling on the floor, he shook his head and sighed, then said, "Fine, fine; as long as you don't take advantage of anything." He smiled a bit, "What's your name?"
"Demyx." He smiled greatly, "What about you?"
Zexion's jaw would have dropped if he didn't control his actions. He thought vaguely about if this was actually the Demyx he used to know; until he realized that Demyx is just a common boy's name. He walked over to Demyx, took his hand, and shook it, "I'm Zexion."
"It's great meeting you, sir! You won't have to worry with me around!" Demyx said shaking Zexion's hand firmly back, letting go as soon as it got awkward. He looked around, searching for something until he asked, "So, where can I put my stuff?"
"Oh, upstairs; get your stuff and I'll show you the way." Zexion said with his hands clasped together.
"Okay!" Demyx rushed outside and grab a large, blue suitcase, along with another case in the other hand. Zexion quickly opened the door for him, and then locked it behind him, switching the open sign to "close." Demyx stood waiting for his guide, smiling for no reason. Zexion frantically walked over to the door leading to the stairs, and held it open for his guest. It seemed as if the bags were heavy, so he offered, "Do you need help?"
"No, I got it, don't worry." Demyx said slowly making his way up the stairs, making sure to step on each step. Zexion followed him up, making sure that he didn't fall.
Finally reaching the bedroom, Demyx dropped his stuff next to the wall. He looked around the wall; it was bare. Even though it was a rather large room there was only a twin sized bed with dark sheets and a metal frame in the middle of the wall, a fairly large television across from the bed, a small dresser, next to the dresser was a tall book shelf filled with many books, and then off to the side there was a door leading to the bathroom. Demyx smiled, "Seems… Nice."
"Uh, yeah, thanks." Zexion said clutching his left arm with his right hand, "I don't entertain." Demyx looked at him still smiling; he looked over at the bathroom door, then back at Zexion, "Mind if I use your bathroom?"
"Go ahead." Zexion said sitting down on his bed, "If you're going to stay here, you're going to have to sometime."
"I guess you're right!" Demyx laughed, as he opened the door into the bathroom, closing it behind him. Pure white with the exception of the sink was what the bathroom contained. He looked around and when he noticed the sink, there was blue marks all over, along with on the floor. Demyx laughed at the mess, and then went on with his business washing his hands afterwards.
Zexion looked at the bathroom door, wondering why he was so comfortable with someone he just met; or that he thought he just met.
"I see that you dye your hair a lot." Demyx said walking out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on his pants. Zexion looked down, embarrassed about the mess. Demyx smiled while saying, "Don't worry about it; my hair grows like grass and I always have to cut it." He sat on the ground crossing his legs, "So what do you do at a time like this?"
"Read." Zexion said looking at Demyx, "As I said: I don't entertain."
"Well, let's see;" Demyx said looking at his watch, "it's almost 11:00."
"It is?" Zexion's eyes lit up.
"Uh, yeah? Why?" Demyx cocked his head, "Anything significant about that hour?"
"Not the hour: the day." Zexion sat against the wall holing his arms.
"What about the day?"
"Nothing." Zexion laid down, "It's nothing"
"Well, okay then!" Demyx went to his suitcase and grabbed a small pillow and blanket from it. He laid the pillow down, and then looked at Zexion, "I'm sleeping here, right? Because I can go downstairs if you wish."
"No, no; it's fine." Zexion turned his face towards the wall.
"Okay, well, from where I came from it's about 2 in the morning, I'm going to bed." Demyx stood by the light switch, "Can I turn off the light?"
"Sure." Demyx nodded and flicked the light off. He sat on the floor taking off his shirt, belt, and long earrings then laid his head down on the pillow with the blanket on top of him. He got as comfortable as he could when he whispered, "Night, Zexion; sweet dreams."
"Night…" Zexion said without changing the volume to a lower level. He turned to face the wall, not being able to see anything but shadows. Zexion had done what he had been doing for the last 15 years; he cried. He cried, but only enough for himself to hear. He waited; he knew something was going to happen. He watched the clock as it went by minute by minute; it was only 11:03.
The analog clock struck 11:15, then 11:45. Zexion started to get anxious. He knew something was going to happen, soon, and it wouldn't be pleasant. Before the clock could strike 12:00 for Zexion to know he was safe, he fell asleep.
Waking with the dawn, Zexion sat up from his bed then looked over at the clock; 6:04AM AUGUST 17 is what is said. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief then looked at the clock again; the same time showed. Zexion ran over to the bathroom mirror and looked himself over, seeing if anything had happened to him while he was sleeping. He found nothing out of the ordinary and said to himself, "What is going on?"
"Zexion?" Demyx said opening the door making Zexion jump back almost falling into the bath tub.
"Jesus, Demyx! You scared the hell out of me!" Zexion exclaimed holding onto his chest.
"Oh, sorry." He smiled, "I was just wondering if you were okay. You seemed to be afraid or something…" he scratched the back of his head, and then slid his hand to the front of his face, "When it's so early."
"I woke you, huh?" Zexion looked down at his feet, "Sorry, I don't sleep for a very long time."
"Ah, it's okay, bub." Demyx playfully hit Zexion's shoulder, "I should-" he yawned, "help you clean, err, something."
Zexion nodded then brushed his hair down to make it somewhat presentable. He walked out of the bathroom, as Demyx walked in, and went to his dresser to find some clothing. He grabbed an old shirt and some pants and then started to undress. Demyx walked back out as Zexion was pulling his shirt off and noticed how skinny he looked. Demyx carefully made the comment, "Should I make some breakfast?"
Zexion stopped with his shirt over his head, embarrassed and blushing but somehow fine with it, while saying, "Uhm, you can; I don't eat in the morning."
"It looks like you don't eat at all."
"I do" Zexion pulled his shirt off, and then grabbed the other shirt, "I eat lunch and dinner." You could clearly see where Zexion's ribs were. His stomach seemed to be sunk in, and you could see his spine; flesh and bones.
"I'm going to make you something, and you're going to eat." Demyx had a worried look on his face while fiddling with his pants, "Where's your kitchen?"
"I'll show you in a second." Zexion unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, "Do you mind turning around?"
"Why? We're both guys." Demyx dropped his pants exposing bright blue boxers, "Or are you too shy?" He winked at Zexion while grabbing new pants, "I had a friend a long time ago who was too shy to just about anything."
"How so?" Zexion finally struck up the nerve to drop his pants, but quickly covered himself with the other pants.
"Well, his dad was a prick, so I'm sure that had some things to do with it, but he hated being uncovered by clothing." Demyx slid his pants up while jumping a bit, "It was always black or red, too! I always told him to wear blue, even just in his hair, but noooo, that was practically forbidden." He buttoned and zipped his pants, "Like you, you look really good with that blue in your hair!"
"Maybe he felt self-conscious…" Zexion said remembering his own childhood for some reason as he zipped his ratted and dirty jeans.
"I guess, but it still wouldn't hurt. Now I can't even remember his name…" Demyx put his piercings back into his flesh, "I think it started with a 'Z.'" Zexion looked at him long and hard, wondering if it really could be the Demyx from long before, but he didn't want to say anything just yet; in case he was wrong. Zexion put on a baggy grey shirt which had a bunch of markings all over it. He walked over to the bedroom door and opened it saying, "Come with me."
"Okay!" Demyx smiled getting the last piercing into his septum Zexion trotted down the stairs, trying to miss all the creeks in it, while Demyx followed hitting just about everyone. Zexion laughed to himself hearing Demyx try to get away from the noisy floor, including the steps that lead down into the basement. Before getting to far into the dark room he switched the light on reviling a very large room with a small side room.
The room was dingy and had the smell of clay in the air. There was a large oven in one of the corners with large pots around it; as well as a pottery making table. Demyx walked over to investigate everything for himself. He slid his hand on the table and smiled at Zexion saying, "You should teach me sometime; I've always wanted to learn."
"Okay, sure." Zexion smiled timidly, "The kitchen is this way." He walked towards the side room as Demyx followed behind. The kitchen was very small and had little counter space. There was a fairly sized yellow refrigerator, a stove that seemed to have been never used by the fact that it was spotless, there were yellow cupboards; the floor was tile and had many nicks in it; the newest think was the sink which was stainless.
"Kind of…" Demyx said looking over the place, "Nasty."
"Yeah, I don't go in here much."
"I can tell." Demyx pinched Zexion's sides, making the smaller male jump. Demyx smiled triumphantly at the male's reaction. He looked in the cupboards for something to make, but all there was, was cereal, peanut butter, some crackers, and in the refrigerator there was only milk and some bread. Demyx looked at Zexion, "Why don't you eat?"
Zexion's eye brow's raised at the tone of Demyx's voice, but only shrugged at the question and gave a mere, "I don't know."
"That's it; we're going to the store."
"Now?"
"Now."
"Can't we wait? I was going to go tonight, anyways."
"Tonight?" Demyx crossed his arms, "When?"
"Around…" Zexion looked at his feet then mumbled the rest of the sentence, "midnight."
"Why?" Demyx raised his voice.
"That's when I go…" Zexion said rubbing his left arm with his right hand, "I need to get to work. Help yourself to some cereal, sweep, greet people, etcetera." He walked out of the kitchen, Demyx following until reaching the door frame then watched as Zexion walked over to the pottery stool and rolled up his sleeves. Zexion grabbed a bucket, opened the lid to it, and then plopped some clay on the table. He took his right foot and stepped on the petal that was connected to the table, making the top part of it move in a circular motion.
Demyx watched Zexion work his fingers through the clay, reaching his hand into another bucket of water when needed, then continue on. He watched his hands, his body language, and how gracefully his hands worked the clay, as if it were only butter. To Demyx, there was something so attractive, and so familiar, to how Zexion was doing this. Thinking it'd be shameful to act on such an attraction, he made his way upstairs to leave Zexion to his work.
"He's…" Demyx said to himself as he switched the "closed" sign to "open, "Beautiful."
"So, Demyx, are you ready to go to the store?" Zexion asked after he had showered and changed into more appropriate attire for going out of the house. He wore dark skin tight jeans that hugged whatever curve there was, with black shoes, and a T-shirt with some band on it; it was also black. Even for being close to his thirties, Zexion looked like a teenager still.
"Yep, I can't believe it's already midnight." Demyx said looking out a small window, "How many pots did you make today?"
"17; it was a good day." Zexion smiled, "We sold 20 as well, bringing in a good $1745; after taxes that is."
"Wow! That's amazing!" Demyx's face showed all his excitement, "How long have you been doing this sort of thing?" He walked out the door, holding it open for Zexion as he walked out, and as soon as they locked up they walked to the store on a cold night.
"I've only had the store for a year or so, but I've been doing pottery for a long while; that's how I can get away with pricing them so high."
"I guess!" Demyx rubbed his hands together and blew into them with the desperate effort to keep them warm, "Damn it's cold out tonight!"
"That it is!" Zexion kept his hands in his pockets, with his head down in his coat, "I do this all the time, though; so I'm practically used to it."
"Why?"
"I'm not sure why, I just don't like going to the store during the day." Zexion looked up, "I guess I do know why; I hate people."
"You hate people?" Demyx jumped a little bit, "Why?"
"It's because I've been hurt by so many people, it's hard to trust anyone."
"I see…" Demyx looked down, and then smiled, "you trust me, yeah? You're opening up to me, aren't ya'?" He nudged Zexion with his elbow. Zexion didn't acknowledge Demyx's statement, or his friendly touch, because he hadn't been so close to someone-emotionally or physically-in so long.
The tension between them grew into an awkward silence which was relieved when they reached the store. Zexion went ahead and grabbed a small basket, as he always had done, and started to walk towards the same aisle when something hit him; it was a larger basket. Demyx had been pushing said basket, smiling.
"What're you doing? I've already gotten a basket." Zexion said holding up the blue plastic piece.
"Oh no, mister; we're using this tonight!" Demyx said with a grin on his face, "We're going to be getting a lot of things tonight!"
"I don't have-"
"You do too have the money!" Demyx went over and took the smaller basket out of Zexion's hand, "With your talent, and my good looks, we'll make a fortune." Zexion couldn't help but laugh at Demyx's remark making him say, "Your good looks?"
"Yes!" Demyx went back over to the handle of the rolling basket, "Why do you think we had so much business today?"
"Coincidence?" Zexion stood beside the basket.
"Zexion, please, don't flatter fate; it's all me." He winked at Zexion, who smiled then started walking towards their first stop. Zexion looked at the hair products and grabbed the same ones he always had, and put them in the basket. Demyx looked at the items, then up at his new friend, then back down at the products.
"What?" Zexion asked, confused to what Demyx was doing.
"How often do you dye your hair?"
"Every two weeks." Demyx raised an eyebrow then reached over and stroked Zexion's hair, making him flinch away. "But…your hair is so soft."
"And? I do wash my hair; as you can see." He pointed to the shampoo he had picked up.
"You strange, boy." Demyx said with a little flare.
"Whatever, where do now?"
"Food!" Demyx said pushing the basket forward then hopping on the bar at the end to ride on it. Zexion jogged to catch up with him, but the basket went faster. He turned on the bar, looking back at Zexion, and then yelled, "Oh, did you want a ride, sir? I believe you must have a ti-" Crash! The cart crashed into the end of the aisle where all the meat was, making Demyx fall backward into the cart. He looked at what he hit and then said, "Ah, yes, the first stop; bacon."
"You're an idiot, you know that?" Zexion said when he caught up to where Demyx was. Demyx struggled to get up, but managed to get into the seat where babies are designated to sit. He looked Zexion in the eye with a playful glare, "I'm just fun." He hopped off the cart, and then went to look at the bacon packages. Zexion looked with him, seeing what exactly he was going to get. Before Zexion was able to read the package Demyx picked up, he threw it in the cart.
"Okay, bread next!" Demyx said turning the cart into a different direction, guessing where the bread was located, going with his instinct, he started walking.
"I have bread!" Zexion said following behind.
"Right." He turned down the bread aisle and grabbed a loaf of bread then put it in Zexion's face, "But this is fresh bread." Zexion pushed the yeast out of his face, and then Demyx tossed it into the basket.
After about minutes of shopping, goofing off, and bickering; they reached the check out. Zexion had walked ahead to see Riku, where he always checked out at. They hadn't become friends according to Zexion, but to Riku they were. Riku smiled greatly when he saw Zexion and insisted on a hug but Zexion politely declined.
"How have you been? Where's your stuff? Or did you just come to see me, cutie?" Riku winked at him while leaning back against the counter, trying to flirt.
"Heh, no, I actually-"
"Zexion!" Demyx yelled turning into the checkout stand, "There you are! God, you're just too short."
"Oh shut up!" Zexion yelled at him smiling. He looked back over at Riku, who was glaring at Zexion, then he glared at Demyx, then back at Zexion, "Who's he?"
"He's my friend, Demyx." Zexion looked at Demyx who was putting the groceries from the half full cart on the belt, and said, "Hey Demyx, this is Riku… I always check out here."
"Hey, dude." Demyx said extending his hand to shake Riku's. Riku just started to pack the items glaring as he did. Not wanting to be quiet, Riku asked, "How long have you known each other?"
"Sense yesterday, about this time." Zexion said grabbing the bags from the side and putting them into the basket.
"Well, why's he here then?" Riku asked with attitude.
"He wanted to get food and such."
"Why are you buying his food?" Riku started pushing items into bags, not caring where they went.
"Well…" Zexion looked at the bill when Riku was done, "he's living with me now."
"What!" Riku's voices shrieked and echoed through the store, "But what about us!" Zexion looked at Riku in an odd way and put the correct amount up on the small ledge for writing. Riku took it forcefully and shoved it into the cash register.
"There never was an 'us,' Riku." Riku shoved the receipt in Zexion's hand, then looked at him, "Bullshit! Now leave!"
"Let's go Demyx…" Zexion said walking towards the exit. Demyx rolled the cart past Riku and kindly said, "Nice to meet you." He then continued walking.
"Fuck you!" Riku shouted.
"What the hell was that about?" Demyx asked when they were outside.
"I have no clue." Zexion looked down, "Sorry, he's usually not like that…I think."
"He likes you." Demyx looked at the cart, then where they were; he simply shrugged and walked on, not wanting to ruin the conversation.
"I know, I like him, too."
"Ha! No, Zexion, he likes you." Demyx wheeled the cart along as they were walking.
"Really?" Zexion kept his gaze at the ground, "I hate it when people like me like that, or when I like them; it just ruins everything."
"How?" Demyx's heart seemed to race, and he had no clue what the reason would have been.
"Everything seems to go down the toilet."
"Ah, the glorious shitter we call life." Demyx chuckled then looked up at the building, "We're here." Zexion went and unlocked the door then looked back at Demyx and saw the cart and smiled, "You took the basket?"
"I sure as hell didn't want to carry all this!" he grabbed some of the bags then went inside, Zexion grabbed the rest of the bags, put the cart in the alley, went inside and followed Demyx to the kitchen. Demyx had already put all the groceries away from the bags he was carrying; he then took Zexion's bags and put those items away as well.
"Wow, you've got a lot of adrenalin." Zexion said as he watched Demyx put the food items away.
"I'm just glad you're agreeing to this." He tossed Zexion his hair dye and shampoo which went too far and dropped on the other side of the room, "Oopse, sorry."
"Sure, you're "sorry."" Zexion said as went over to pick it up. Demyx laughed a bit and watched as Zexion bent over to pick up the hair products. Demyx couldn't look away at the site he was seeing. He felt something growing in him, but then realized it was growing on him. He looked away and shook his head and tried to calm down. Zexion finally stood up and looked over his shoulder as he stood in the door frame, "I'm going to go dye my hair, be back in a bit."
"Okay, I may go help." He smiled, turning his hips to face the opposite direction to hide the tent growing, without looking too awkward. Zexion smiled and went up the stairs.
"What the hell?" Demyx looked down at his crotch, and sat down to try and make it go away, "Where did that come from?" Demyx took some deep breaths, working out all the thoughts in his head to calm himself and make the blood go back into the rest of his body. Thankfully, that worked.
Demyx trotted up the stairs, trying to be sneaky, but only to be let down by the creaking stairs. He opened the door to find Zexion on his bed reading a book shirtless and with his hair up in a mess of bright blue dye. Demyx cocked his head, looking at the dye and said, "You're going that blue?"
"It won't be this blue when I wash it out." Zexion said not taking his eyes off his book. Demyx walked into the bathroom and saw that a lot of dye was in the sink and that there was still some in the bottle. Demyx looked in the mirror and decided to be daring: he took some of the dye and streaked it throughout his Mohawk. He walked out of the bathroom with his arms out and a grin on his face. He stood there for a while until Zexion finally looked up saying, "What?"
Demyx went over and sat by Zexion and tilted his head forward.
"You used my dye?" Zexion asked in a monotone voice.
"Yep." Demyx just smiled and looked at Zexion, "I think it'll look cool, too!"
"It just might." Zexion went back to reading his book. Demyx frowned and snatched his book away, making Zexion glare at him. Demyx just smiled and then stood up.
"Can I have my book back?" Zexion said.
"You want this?" Demyx asked looking through the abnormally large book; he snapped it closed, "You have to get it." As soon as Zexion stood up Demyx stretched his arm above his head, with the book in his hand. Zexion got close to Demyx and tried to grab the book, but came up short; literately. Zexion tried to stand on the bed to get more height, but Demyx moved back to where he couldn't reach from there either.
"God dammit, give it to me." Zexion jumped off his bed and tried to jump up and grab it.
"What? I didn't hear you." Demyx said with a smirk on his face.
"Give it to me!" Zexion almost yelled, his chest was rubbing against Demyx's as he jumped up.
"You're just too short; I can't hear you when you're all the way down there."
"Give it to me!" Zexion yelled, making one of the neighboring apartment resident yell, "Keep it down!"
Zexion and Demyx both stopped as soon as they heard the person yell that; both had become overwhelmed with the feeling of de ja vu. Demyx looked down at Zexion as he looked up, looking at one another so inventively. Demyx had the urge to lean down which he acted on, but before he could go any further Zexion said, "I need to go wash my hair."
"Yeah…" Demyx said stepping back. Zexion went into the bathroom and closed the door. Demyx sat on the bed setting the book down on the floor. He ran his fingers through his hair then encountered something wet; he remembered he still had the dye in. Deciding he should wash it out, he walked into the bathroom saying, "I'm coming in, I forgot I had dye in my hair, too."
"Oh…okay." Zexion said reluctantly.
"Do you…" Demyx said hesitantly, "Do you mind if I just stick my head under the water in there real fast?"
"Kind of…"
"My eyes will be closed, don't worry." There was a long pause before Zexion finally said, "Okay." Demyx closed his eyes and went to the side with the shower head as Zexion went to the opposite side. Demyx opened the shower curtain with his eyes closed and carefully stuck his head under the water trying to get all the dye out. He held out his hand and asked, "Can you squirt some conditioner into my hand?"
"Sure, just make this even more awkward." Zexion said opening the bottle and squirting some into Demyx's hand.
"It could be worse." He said scrubbing his head, "I could be naked, too."
"That's true." Demyx smiled hearing Zexion joke in probably one of the most awkward situations he's been in for a while. Demyx rinsed his head and tried to feel if there was any left and just decided to go with it. He kept his head down but walked backwards to get out of the shower. He turned groping for a towel, and when he found one he wrapped the towel around his head into a bun to make it stay up on his head and then walked out of the bathroom so Zexion could have some privacy.
Demyx waited on the bed for Zexion to come out so he could go look at his hair. Demyx patted his legs to drum with the music in his head as he rested his head against the wall. Zexion walked through the door with a towel wrapped around his waist and another one he was using to dry his hair. Demyx watched as Zexion went over to his dresser and got clothes out to wear. When he felt that "thing" growing again, he quickly looked away. He dropped the towel in front of his face pretending to dry his hair in an odd way.
"Wow!" Zexion said which made Demyx jump. Demyx looked at Zexion who was staring at him. He raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"Your hair; it's amazing!" Zexion ran his fingers through it. Demyx looked up at Zexion's hand, and then got up to go look for himself. The mirror was fogged up from the steam from the shower, but Demyx saw all the blue streaks throughout his hair. He was proud of his quick dye job and strutted out of the bathroom with his head high. Demyx ran his fingers through his Mohawk and smirked, "It's sexy, huh?"
"Oh, sure, Demyx, it's so sexy." Zexion smiled getting under the covers, "I'm going to bed, so do whatever you need to."
"Hey, do you mind if I sleep with you in your bed?" Demyx said without thinking it through, "Well, I mean, the floor is a killer, and I know we haven't known one another for that long, but I was just thinking-"
"Sure, I don't care. Just sleep with your own blanket." Zexion said laying his head down on the pillow, not caring that it's still wet, "That's the next thing we need to get when we go out shopping again."
"Okay, sounds good to me!" Demyx smiled turning off the light and climbing into bed next to Zexion, "Be up in four hours right?"
"Is it already two?" Zexion said in a daze, "Oh, well, yep; I can't really help it."
"It doesn't matter to me." Demyx laid on his side not facing Zexion, "Good night."
"Yeah, night…" Zexion said already drifting to sleep.
"Hey Zexion…" Demyx said quietly, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." He murmured.
"Have Riku and I been your only friends?"
"No…" Zexion's eyes watered a bit, but he shut them tightly, "I had a best friend long ago, but today; I hate him."
"Why?"
"He left me here, alone, to fend for myself. He never did anything to contact me, therefore, I hate him."
"Oh…okay." Demyx frowned and stared into the darkness of the night, thinking about al that went on today, getting his mind off of what Zexion had just said. He hadn't been this happy in a long time.