Answer me!

Again today, it was pouring rain. Three days in a row this had been happening, and Zexion agreed that it wasn't as odd as it may have sounded. Before then, there had been no rain for weeks before, and finally there has been a sign of reprieve. Zexion's eyes fixed themselves to the cold window, watching the pellets of rain follow down without a particular pattern. And it was then he noticed he was no longer reading. With a sigh he shut it, his interest lost to his sharp concentrating mind. With a sort of distance between realities he thought to himself. He was never a man of chance, and always relied on knowledge. Then again, he could never claim that luck was on his side. And speaking of luck, not only did it defy his reason, it also defied his reality on love. He never believed in love at first sight. He could only argue that it was a fool's way to make themselves feel better about their silly lives.

But to Zexion, anything that could not be scientifically explained could not possibly exist. Again a sigh left his lips as he ruffled his silver blue plume, the fringe hanging over his right eye. His fingers tapped in a rhythm against the wood, the chipped black painted nails making another distraction. How could he be so psyched out? Zexion groaned, landing his head on the center of the book, his glasses crushing painfully into his face. He knew that Axel, one of his only best friends, would tell him this was bad for his posture or something therapeutic and along those lines. But Zexion could hardly care. That is, until a hard jab was applied right between his shoulder blades. With a yelp he sat up, hands smashing into the counter to hoist his upper body to relieve that pain. His hair sliced the air noisily as his eyes whipped around to spot Axel, his co-worker.

"Sexion man, no sleeping on the job." Axel chuckled, a deviously cruel twinkle in his emerald green eyes. Zexion huffed, disturbed by the use of such a horrid nickname.

"Axel, do not use my name in such a profane manner. You are abusing your rights." Axel just chuckled, giving a large dramatic shrug with his hands high in the air.

"Hey now, better than Ienzo isn't it?" Zexion grunted, avoiding the near moan of disgust that escaped him. Oh lord, who else knew his real birth name? He just shook his head, gathering his book and placing it aside, turning around to fully glare at Axel, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Now Axel, do not play the naming game, for I know more dirt on you than you had on you when you were seven. And at seven, you jumped into seven foot deep piles of it." Axel chuckled at the memory, leaning against his side of the counter, legs spread to lean down low enough. Teasingly he tilted his toes to touch Zexion's shoe, secretly making it dirty.

"Alright, alright. You win. Just, don't slack off, y'know? I work hard enough." Zexion snorted loudly, almost in total mockery for Axel's words as he stood, hearing the cafe bell chime.

"Sure you do, Ale. Sure you do." And as soon as Zexion turned, the customer darted to his side and out of sight. He blinked quickly, wondering if it was all an illusion when he heard a squeal of a half pronounced name and then a thud as someone fell. He turned quickly around again, almost dropping his glasses as he saw Axel pounced on, his blood red hair splayed around his head and on the cold white tile he lay upon.

Zexion quirked an eyebrow as he fixed his glasses, soft violet blue eyes pinned on the albino pyro who was pinned by a cherub angel. Bright and round sky blue eyes rose to meet his own, a sheepish grin to his face as Roxas made a mock salute with two fingers, his legs folded behind him as he sat squarely on Axel's abdomen.

"Heya Zexion. Just... turn around for a minute will you?" Zexion rolled his eyes in an overly exuberant manner, turning his head slightly to the side, to pretend he was looking at the takeout window, but from his peripheral vision watched the couple. Roxas snorted softly, poking Zexion's knee cap. He grunted, shaking his head. "All the way Zexion." Axel attempted to butt in, a goofy happy grin on his face.

"It's simpler, Roxy, to say Sex-" With a grunt of his own his chest was met with a fierce kick from the bookworm, eyes angry and dangerous. Coughing the red-head rolled back, allowing the blonde to panic mockingly and lay down tightly on top of him. Zexion again questioned how these people even managed to glue themselves to a loner like him and rolled his eyes, laying his arms at length against the counter, leaning back with a sort of royal endearment.

"Roxas, I clearly know of your relations, and even more about how you demonstrate affections. Now get it over with whether or not I'm watching. It won't matter since you accomplish both so very well." Roxas simply giggled, nuzzling himself tighter against Axel's chest, whose perverted grin and flushed face gave very reassuring ideas to what he might be experiencing.

"Well you silly git, too bad. When I feel like it, I feel like it. Now look away!" Zexion was about to deny why he should again when an angelic chorus came to his rescue. (Literally, the bell over the door had rung) Instead of fussing with the 'child' and giving him his momentary liberty, he turned to serve his customer. His voice was soon caught in his throat as his eyes caught the guest. Beautiful cerulean blue eyes watched him, chasing all rational thoughts from his mind, leaving him stunned. What is this feeling...?

"Heya! I'm mighty thirsty, think you can hook me up?" Before Zexion knew it, he had been rendered speechless simply by his entry. He was still walking to the counter, having called out loudly to get their already rapped attention. Zexion tried to speak, chewing his lip as his mind eclipsed over and over, lost in this creature's entrance. Note the trance part, for he felt lost in his own body, eyes locked and entirely confused but blown away. Finally as he stood there, sun kissed skin bright in the dull monochrome building, he noticed who this really was. Not only was this boy attractive, oh no, but Zexion knew him. From school of course, since they never talked, but still. Zexion rose from his momentary loss and asked the boy's order.

"How may I take your order?" Demyx was the name, grinned and leaned forward, resting his elbows as he cupped his cheeks, his face going from jolly and innocent to one with a more sinister intent. Zexion felt bothered, but refused to lean back or move away lest he show weakness. Demyx's bracelets glinted brightly in the lights, sending colours all over the store's complex decorations. His eyes seemed like the water at the bottom of a cliff, beautiful but all consuming if you fell into their depths.

"Welp, I want a coffee." His smile was entirely dazzling, and Zexion couldn't help but note the lack of noise in the background. This made him gulp, unable to move his eyes away from Demyx's.

"A coffee. Would you like small, medium, or large?" Zexion was immensely surprised that his voice nor expression had yet to betray the turmoil he felt inside, the curling of his intestines and the butterflies growing fangs and eating his insides. But he knew his eyes behaved like the books he adored so, open to anyone to read. And it was dangerous letting someone remain so close, breathing the same breaths, but it was harder to pull away.

"Uhm, perhaps a small, Doctor?" He was mocking him and he knew it, eyes falling back into their harder collected look. The fluttering had become contained as Zexion glanced down, moving closer to the register to punch in numbers, expression fully schooled now. When the amount came up he stepped back to look at Axel and Roxas both peering up at him likes kittens caught shredding the duvet. His expression seemed to scar e them as they stood abruptly, almost falling over and scurried into the reception area. Zexion ignored that scene and started pouring coffee into a cup, placing the paper coaster around it and capping it off neatly.

"What did you do, Axel...?" Roxas was muttering under his breath, butting Axel's side with his drawn elbow. The jabbing was rough, but Axel seemed used to it as he shrugged, slouching far down to be at Roxas' level.

"I unno. He just changed suddenly..." Zexion again, with his everlasting patience ignored the two and placed the coffee beside Demyx's hand, punching more keys in the register and looking up to his smiling face.

"That will be one seventy two." Demyx dropped a toonie onto the counter, watching Zexion with a soft fondness hardly found in people anymore. Again, the lock on Zexion's butterfly cage rattled as he took it and counted twenty eight cents, handing the change to Demyx as the register ringed shut.

"Thanks..." He leaned closer, squinting to make out Zexion's name tag and smiled more, eyes glancing up quickly to lock with his. "Zexion." He purred, "Nice name by the way." And without another greeting from his lips snatched his coffee and walked out, ringing the overhead bell again. Zexion felt the cage curl in on itself with acid, the creatures inside dying out and collecting like little lumps into his core. The imagery made him smile his crooked dead smile, allowing him the chance to scurry into the back room and grab the broom.

Axel and Roxas on the other hand, had many things running through their heads. They watched Zexion leave, the apron around Axel's waist being mercilessly tugged upon by eager little hands. Axel just watched Zexion fade into the back room, eyes locked and wide in a sort of understanding. Even as Roxas started making noises that he knew meant pain was well on its way, he couldn't focus on that just yet. Zexion, the friend he had known forever had never responded to anyone in such a manner. He was reserved, controlling and a schemer down to his bloody emo gothic fingernails. And this guy that, Axel had to grin, knew so well was a good friend of his. Almost best friends even. As Zexion was busying himself, Demyx had slid a finger over his lips in sign of keeping a secret, and the couple obeyed.

"Axellll...! What's he doing?" Axel snorted gently, unable to tear his eyes away and comprehend that his dead hearted friend had just done that. But instead he responded like a zombie, lost in his memories and comparisons.

"Getting the broom." Roxas snorted gently, and with a bored look stared in the same vicinity. He huffed gently, moving some stray strands of hair from his face and blinked a few times.

"That was odd of him to do, wasn't it?" Axel nodded slowly, falling back into a chair. Roxas humphed as he was pulled back too, moving to sit in his lap quickly as they watched still, Zexion appearing and now sweeping the inside half of the cafe. "I mean, since I met him he's never responded that way to anyone."

"Same thoughts babe, just trying to remember I'm awake right now." Roxas chuckled at Axel's goofy voice, nudging his knuckle playfully into Axel's cheek.

"Silly goose, what do you think happened?" Axel shrugged, eyeing Roxas playfully too, eyes glowing with devotion and love.

"I think Sexion found a love interest." Roxas giggled softly, placing a stray curl of Axel's hair behind his ear, his own smile stretching.

"Oh? You think he's for the men?" Before Axel could respond however, they noticed something standing over them before Zexion cleared his throat for attention. Both boys snapped their heads up, looking quite fearfully up at their friend.

"No, I am not. Axel, you are still on duty and as your partner in shifts I demand you do your hours properly. Roxas, you are an acquaintance of mine and so are allowed to wait another half hour until Axel gets off. Please remain on your proper ends of the counter and I will be fairly pleased." Axel chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well... because Roxy brought up such a good point... What's your sexual orientation Zexion?" Zexion knew this subject would never come to an end if he ignored it, or left it alone to rekindle and prosper would be worse. So reluctantly, he scurried for the answer in his mind, and his lip twitched at his brilliant cover.

"I'm asexual you dope. Now get to work." Axel and Roxas both blinked in confusion as Zexion walked off to finish his sweeping. Roxas grunted and leaned into Axel's ear, hoping to make sure Zexion had no chance in hearing him at all, but then again Zexion was all knowing.

"... I bet he lied."