AN: Alright, I typed this up and edited it, and it's like, the longest thing I've written. Seriously, almost like half the length of my full length stories. It's a Cinderella story but using Kingdom Hearts characters, who aren't actually a part of the normal set of characters. There's going to be 2 more fairy tales after this, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty but maybe not in that order, just whatever order I want to put it in.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or Disney. If I did, Demyx and Zexion would actually be together.

Cast List:

Cinderella-Demyx

Prince-Zexion

Evil step mother-Xigbar

Evil step sister-Luxord

Other step sister-Marluxia

Fairy Godmother-Kairi

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"Demyx!" Xigbar screamed, "This laundry isn't going to wash itself!"

"Coming," Demyx sighed, as he put down his sitar and went to do the laundry.

Demyx hadn't always had to work like this. It had only been a few years ago when his mom passed away. Larxene was cold towards most people, but to her only son she was sweet. Before she died, Larxene had married Xigbar, out of a mixed combination of admiration and love for his eye patch. She had died protecting Demyx, Luxord and Marluxia while Xigbar was at work.

Since then Demyx had been living with Xigbar, who treated him just like the hired help. Luxord was no help, as he was older than Demyx and would rather not do the chores himself. Marluxia was always kind toward Demyx, but couldn't help him with the chores in case Xigbar decided he was actually fit for hard labour, even though he was his own flesh and blood.

Demyx finished the laundry quickly; he was used to it by now. It didn't help that the family didn't actually have much money left for clothes, as Xigbar had squandered it away on things for his precious Luxord. Although they had few clothes, Marluxia definitely owned the most. Although Luxord was the most spoiled, Marluxia was much more into fashion.

Not that Demyx really cared, as long as he had his sitar he could be happy forever. His music could almost be considered his life, with it he could tune out Xigbar's orders and Luxord's whining.

A squeal from Luxord (trust me, you do not want to hear him squeal, it's disturbing) awoke Demyx from his thoughts and he walked downstairs.

"What's the matter?" Demyx asked politely.

"Nothing's the matter you idiot," Luxord replied carelessly, "Father!"

Xigbar walked into the room, "A well mannered man shouldn't yell that loudly. What's the news?"

"We got a letter from the palace!" Luxord exclaimed, "Inviting the young men and women of the house to a ball!"

"Let me see that," Xigbar snapped, grabbing the paper Luxord was flailing around and reading it, "According to this on the night of the ball Prince Zexion must choose his husband or wife….."

"Imagine!" Luxord raved, "Married to the Prince! King Luxord, it has a nice ring to it…"

"What about King Marluxia?" Marluxia wondered allowed, "I don't think that would be so bad…"

"Who are you kidding?" Luxord snapped, "He'd never marry you! Sure, you'll go to the ball of course but it's me he's going to marry."

"You won't even approach the Prince, do you understand?" Xigbar stated, "I need you to help Luxord get ready, not to steal away his man."

"May I go to the ball?" Demyx asked meekly, he figured that there would be some pretty music there.

"If you get your chores done and can get something to wear I suppose," Xigbar said, waving his hand and dismissing Demyx.

Demyx smiled brightly, figuring finishing his chores was never a trouble. But as for getting something to wear… ah, he'd find something.

Demyx left to find something to make an outfit out of before Xigbar bellowed another order. He looked around the attic until he found a dusty trunk. He recognized it, and pulled open the top. Just as he suspected, inside was an old dusty suit. He remembered it had once belonged to a friend of Larxene, who if memory served him correctly had left it to her in his will.

"Demyx, get your scrawny butt down here!" Xigbar called.

Demyx quickly grabbed the suit and closed the trunk before running down to his room and stashing the suit. He then went to find Xigbar.

"You called?" Demyx panted, he had sprinted through the large house and was quite out of breath.

"Yes," Xigbar said, bored, "I expect you to wash Luxord's suit. Marluxia's as well, if you have the time."

"Of course," Demyx replied, more laundry didn't even phase him anymore.

"Get to it," Xigbar snapped, "Don't just stand around wasting oxygen."

Demyx nodded and walked up to Luxord's room, then Marluxia's to pick up their suits. After successfully doing so, he walked back to the laundry room, making sure to grab his suit as well on the way. He tossed the clothes into the washing basin and began scrubbing away, even though there didn't appear to be any dirt on them.

After successfully scrubbing the clothes, Demyx hung them on a line outside to dry, standing briefly to admire his work, the suits really seemed to sparkle. Knowing it would be about time for a meal, Demyx ran downstairs to fix dinner.

As Demyx served the meal, he spoke only once to ask Xigbar one thing, "When is this ball anyway?"

"Tomorrow night," Xigbar said shortly, "Did you finish the washing?"

"Of course," Demyx said, "The suits are outside drying right now. I'll bring them back in tomorrow morning."

Xigbar nodded his approval and Demyx took his small meal toward his room. After wolfing down the leftovers, Demyx picked up his sitar. He wen to his room and began to play a beautiful melody that seemed to float through the air.

'I should bring my sitar to the ball tomorrow,' Demyx thought, 'You never know, I could maybe even play it a bit… either way, it makes me look a bit more mature, maybe a bit more fun.'

That decided, Demyx noticed how late it must have gotten and finally went to sleep.

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The next morning, Demyx awoke with the sun as he always did. He went quickly to the kitchen preparing the usual breakfast of bread and eggs. Leaving the meal on the table, with a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice, Demyx walked outside to retrieve the suits.

As expected, the suits were warm and dry. He double checked them to make sure there were no marks, no dirt spots or anything on the suits. Once he was sure, Demyx brought the suits back inside. By that time Xigbar, Marluxia and Luxord were awake.

"You found something to wear?" Xigbar demanded, immediately noticing the third suit Demyx was carrying.

Demyx nodded, "I've already cooked the meals for later today, and I'll just have to heat them up. All of my chores are done."

Xigbar considered this for a moment before letting Demyx leave.

"You're not really going to let him go, are you?" Luxord asked.

"Of course I am," Xigbar replied, "It won't matter either way. Demyx is no competition for you. He has no special talents and is just a waste of flesh."

Luxord nodded, pretending to be satisfied, but inside he was definitely not. That night as Demyx was heating dinner Luxord snuck into Demyx's room. He found the suit clearly lying on the end of the bed. Luxord took it and shoved it in the fire, the embers eating away at the fabric and the soot dirtying the fabric beyond repair. Satisfied, Luxord walked back to the kitchen, inviting Demyx to eat at the table with them in the hopes that the suit would be completely ruined by then.

Demyx agreed cheerfully, enjoying being able to eat while talking to Marluxia who he hadn't seen much lately.

After dinner, Demyx quickly cleaned the dishes and rushed off to his room. When he arrived, he was distraught to find his suit wasn't where he left him. He rushed around, finally noticing the charcoal lump in the fireplace.

Tears formed in his blue-green eyes and fell down his face. His hair was soon wet with salty tears, hanging limp around his face. He grabbed his sitar and ran outside. He leaned against a bench, trying to play and comfort himself but only managing to wet his sitar as well.

He gave up, letting his sitar fall to his side and crying over the bench. He had wanted so badly to go, listen to the music… maybe even meet the prince! It could never happen now….

A gentle hand patted Demyx's shoulder. He jumped a bit before looking up, to find a girl around his age looking down at him.

"Who are you?" Demyx said quietly, his lip quivered.

"I'm Kairi," Kairi replied happily, "I am your fairy godmother. I'm here to get you ready for the ball!"

"I'm not going to the ball," Demyx said moodily.

"Not dressed like that you're not," Kairi said, her hands firmly resting on her hips, "You, my friend, need a make over."

"I don't want a make over!" Demyx cried out.

"Too late," Kairi said, waving her wand toward Demyx.

A split second later, Demyx was wearing a beautiful black tuxedo. He had on a shirt under it that matched the color of his eyes. He wore black dress shoes and a purple tie. His hair was styled, with the front standing up and the back lying nicely against his shoulders, framing his face.

"Tada!" Kairi cried out, "You look fabulous! I think I messed up on your shirt though, hang on…"

Kairi waved her wand again, Demyx's shirt was now white and he had on a blue-green tie that matched his eyes.

"Now to get you to the ball," Kairi said, looking around.

"I told you, I'm not going to the ball," Demyx sighed because he knew he wouldn't make it in time now, even though he did look fabulous.

"Of course you are silly," Kairi said, waving her wand as some objects nearby, "You'll go, have fun and maybe even dance with the prince…"

"Luxord will be there though," Demyx said, refocusing after noticing a squash nearby had formed a carriage, the horses and carriage driver had appeared from no where, "He'll recognize me and I'll be in trouble if I try to talk to the Prince."

"Honey, Luxord's so dumb he won't recognize you," Kairi said, ushering Demyx into the carriage, "Now go, but be back before 12:23 am, that's when my magic wears off."

Demyx nodded, "Thanks Kairi, I will!"

With that, the driver was off, speeding towards the castle.

Demyx arrived at the door, carrying his sitar. After all that happened, Kairi had remembered to give it to him before he left. He walked in, gawking at the size of the palace.

From the entrance, he could see Prince Zexion sitting on a throne looking quite bored. Many people, girls and guys, were standing around him giggling, hoping he would notice them and maybe even grace them with a dance.

Demyx sighed, he knew he wouldn't be able to talk to the Prince and walked off to look around the ball room. He found a deserted corridor leading off and sat there, plucking the string on his sitar. Soon the melody calmed him down and he sat there bobbing along to the music.

Back in the ballroom Zexion was getting mad at all of the giggling idiots who were standing around. They were batting their eyelashes and trying to make themselves look attractive. It just made Zexion mad, they wanted so much attention that Zexion obviously didn't want to give them. It wasn't even his decision to throw the ball. Once again it was his parents trying to set him up with someone, anyone. At least they had finally given Zexion permission to find the perfect guy or girl.

Zexion sighed and stood up, excusing himself from the ball room in the politest way he could muster. He started walking toward the exit, thinking the fresh air might clear his head, when he heard the most beautiful sound.

Intrigued, Zexion followed the sound to one of the castle hallways. There he saw a dirty blonde playing a sitar beautifully. Silently, he approached him, though the boy seemed to be in a trance and probably wouldn't have noticed if Zexion stomped.

"You play so beautifully," Zexion commented quietly.

Demyx sat bolt upright and stopped playing, "Prince Zexion, what brings you out here?"

"All the people in the ballroom were batting their eyelashes and giggling, it's disgusting," Zexion started, seating himself next to the sitarist, "I was going to get some air but heard you playing, it was beautiful."

"Thank you," Demyx blushed, avoiding Zexion's gaze.

"How rude of me," Zexion said, "What is your name?"

"Demyx," Demyx replied meekly.

"Well Demyx," Zexion smiled, "Would you like to go back to the ball room with me and dance?"

"S-sure," Demyx stuttered, "That would be wonderful Prince Zexion."

"It's Zexion," Zexion replied, "Just Zexion. Don't worry about the Prince part."

Demyx smiled and blushed, "If you say so."

Zexion pulled Demyx back to the ball room, Demyx still clutching onto his sitar.

"Here," Zexion said, grabbing Demyx's sitar and placing it on his throne, "It will be safe there."

"Thank you," Demyx blushed lightly again, "But why did you put it there?"

"I can't dance with you if you're carrying your sitar," Zexion smirked, noticing the blush on Demyx's face.

Zexion pulled Demyx close as the music was slow. Demyx felt like he could melt away with Zexion's gentle touch. His eyes glanced toward the clock which read 12:22, and Demyx remembered his deadline.

"I have to go," Demyx exclaimed, grabbing his sitar, "I'm sorry Zexion!"

Demyx ran from the castle, back into the carriage. The carriage drove faster than Demyx though was possible, and Demyx was back at his house. The carriage turned back into a squash and Demyx was back to wearing his normal clothes. He walked into the house quietly, Xigbar was asleep.

Back at the palace Zexion was confused. He was having such a good time, and he knew that Demyx was too.

'He must've had a curfew,' Zexion decided.

It was then that Zexion noticed a string stuck to his throne.

'It must've been from Demyx's sitar,' Zexion thought, 'I'll have to find him, and give it back to him sometime.'

His mind finally eased, Zexion left the ball room, this time carrying Demyx's sitar string. He went to his room, changed out of his uncomfortable suit into sleep wear and fell asleep almost immediately.

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The next day Zexion awoke early. He dressed in the outfit his castle servants had left out from him the day before. He left a note on his bed and took out the royal carriage, making sure to bring Demyx's sitar string.

He had stopped at many houses, trying to find the sitarist. Anyone with a sitar brought it out, only to prove that the strings weren't missing. Of course, Zexion never mentioned the string and kept it hidden from sight, just saying he wanted them to play a song. Once they showed up, they'd play some simple song, Zexion would thank them for their time and he would leave.

Finally he arrived at Demyx's house. Xigbar answered the door, and said there were no sitars in the house, seeing as he didn't even know Demyx owned one.

Demyx noticed the noise, and had rushed downstairs to apologize to Xigbar for not answering the door, he had been playing his sitar and lost track of time. He forgot to put his sitar in his room but knew he didn't have time to go back.

"Xigbar I'm so sorry," Demyx panted, not noticing Zexion's presence.

"I thought you said there were no sitar's in this house," Zexion accused, Demyx's sitar was clearly visible although Demyx was out of view.

"Oh is that what that thing is?" Xigbar asked, "You may talk to him if you'd like."

With that Xigbar turned to leave, he had to find Luxord and tell him to come downstairs and visit with Zexion, Xigbar had not been pleased with the news that Zexion spent the entire night dancing with some other guy.

Demyx walked forward a bit, dropping his sitar to his side.

"I can't believe I found you," Zexion said quietly, "I found your sitar string Demyx, and I knew it could lead me to you."

"Zexion you came all the way here to find me?" Demyx asked excitedly, "That's so sweet!"

"I had to find you," Zexion said, "I had such a great time…"

"So did I," Demyx sighed dreamily, "I have to tell you though….. I don't normally dress up like that. I usually cook and clean here, though I'm not a servant or anything…. It's just that my step father has never really liked me…"

Zexion listened intently as Demyx explained before speaking lightly, "I don't care if you do more work than anything here. I'll get them sent away, and you can come to the castle with me…"

"Marluxia treats me well though," Demyx said thoughtfully, "But Luxord and Xigbar are awful…"

"Then Marluxia can keep the house," Zexion said quietly, caressing Demyx's cheek, "Luxord and Xigbar can go to jail for all I care…. You can come with me to the palace."

"You want me to live with you?" Demyx asked wide eyed.

"Of course I do," Zexion said, kissing Demyx lightly, "I love you."

"Love you too, Zexy," Demyx mumbled.

"Don't call me that," Zexion said as he pulled Demyx into the carriage.

"Whatever you say, Zexy," Demyx said, still in a daze.

Zexion took a moment to speak to the carriage driver, "When we get back to the castle, please inform my father of a few things."

"Whatever you say, sire," the coachman replied.

"For one, he can stop pestering me about finding a man," Zexion said to the nodding coachman, "Also, we are not to be bothered for a while. There is much for us to talk about, and we don't need to be distrubed. Then, tell him to arrest Luxord and Xigbar for mistreating my Demyx. Marluxia may keep the house, he has been nice to Demyx."

"What was that all about?" Demyx asked, just surfacing from his daze.

"Just some things I had to take care of," Zexion said softly, "Don't worry about it."

At that moment Demyx couldn't worry about anything. Zexion had once again pulled him into a passionate kiss, and he couldn't have worried about anything.

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AN: I know, fluffy eh? It is my first Zemyx though, so cut me some slack maybe? Anyways, thanks for reading, anyone care to review?