"No."
"Please!"
"NO!"
"But!"
"But nothing!"
"I wrote it!"
Zexion froze momentarily on the spot feeling angry about being followed by Demyx.
"So what?"
He turned on the blonde musician who was now teary eyed.
"S-So... Nothing..."
Turning around he began to run back down the hallway dropping behind him a piece of paper.
"Hey you dropped..."
Zexion shrugged deciding he would give Demyx back whatever it was later putting it in his pocket he walked into his room forgetting about it.

His room so much like his life was dark, sparce and void of people, he liked it this way, maybe.
Often he would gaze out the window and watch Axel and Roxas messing about in the gardens and even from time to time when they thought no one was looking the way Axel held Roxas wrists against tree trunks as he captured his neck or lips with his own lips...
From time to time he would feel almost jealous and pull his curtains closed and sit in the dark cursing the outside world from the darkness while closing himself within it.
This day however, would be different and little did he know the changes had already started.

He stepped out of the shower shaking his hair grimacing at his own reflection his self critic going crazy.
'Do you know why you don't experience what Axel and Roxas do when they think no ones looking?'
/No, well maybe.../
'It's because you're horrible and uncaring to those around you Zexion.'
/I am only uncaring and horrible because they are the same to me./
'Oh, is that so? Does the name Demyx sound familiar?'
/Thats different, he just kids about to annoy me./
'Yeah, you can still say that after you made him cry and run off because you wouldn't listen to a song he wrote.'
/He wasn't serious.../
'Sure Zexion, if you can sleep tonight after that you're not only ugly on the outside.'
The teenager pulled the hair back from his face staring deep into his own eyes and then shaking it off as him being sleep deprived.
Yet when he went to settle down that night underneath his midnight blue sheets, something fell out of his pocket as he threw his discarded clothes from the bed to the floor.
/Demyx.../
He mused as he placed his bare feet on the floor and walked across the wood to the piece of paper, it was folded many times, like he'd been trying to conceal it.
Examining it as he held it between his thumb and index finger he started to unfold it.
His eyes met the familiar handwriting and he began to read.

*Here you are again looking too beautiful to be approachable and still I try and you fuck me over, turn me on and make me cry...
Despite myself I crawl back to gaze upon you like a cocaine addict after a fix even though you degrade me I need to be near you I need to behold you, see those eyes look down upon me, even if its in hate, they're still looking right?*

Zexion although fully aware of the fact he shouldn't be reading this couldn't help but continue.

*I want you to hold me, I don't care if you hate me, I just need you to have me, to hold me down...*

/Fuck this is really good.../

*You can fuck me I can pretend that you love me and we'll all be happy on the outside, yeah who cares what I'm feeling or that my heart is bleeding when you're holding me down, yeah... I'm drowning in my love for you.
Dying is all that I can do, when I'm drowning in my love for you.*

/I didn't know Demyx had the capability to feel things like this, he seems like such an... Idiot./
'And there you go again.'
/Shut up./

Not even thinking about what he was about to do he pulled back on his discarded clothes and started off towards Demyx's room, now that the lights were all out, the castle had an eerie silence everywhere, the moonlight casting his shadow long across the hall he gripped the paper in his hand.
/I wonder who he wrote this about?/
Long white curtains startled him blowing through an open window in the hallway, however when he went to close it, he noticed a figure moving in the distance, curious he closed the window and made his way down to the front door fast, so the potential intruder wouldn't be able to escape.
Creeping slowly along the garden path armed with a random pole he'd picked up from the vaccuum cleaner near the door he could now hear a voice to match the figure.
"Stupid fucker, you're lucky you're cute or else I'd probably have given up by now, are you so blind to my advances or do you just hate me that much?"
/Singing?/
Zexion creeped across the dewy grass to listen closer to what the person was singing.
"Everything about you appeals to me even your rotten manner and non existent personality..."
He moved even closer now only about 2 meters away from him.
"Evil evil fuck, god I'd love to, but I doubt you'll ever notice me."
Closer still he moved until he was a mere few feet away.
"It's a sick thing to want, but it's not a want it's a need even if you hate my guts, I need you to want me..."
/DEMYX!/
Zexion almost fell out of his standing, there strumming away and singing DEPRESSING lyrics that he had seemingly WRITTEN sitting in the grass by the light of the moon feeling sorry for himself was Demyx.
"Even if you'd just FUCK me, it'd keep me for a little while what I need to keep me steady is you as my lover always ready to show me that you really do care anytime of night or day."
Leaning in further now he wanted to hear and his voice was getting quiet.
"But you're too good for me Zexy so it just remains my fantasy..."
The blue haired man tried to back off slowly but slightly freaked out by Demyx being completely depressed and the general surrealness of the situation tripped over his robes and fell over...
/FUCK!/
The blonde man looked around and stood up just as Zexion scrambled behind a tree, he could hear Demyx's breath approaching from just behind where he was hiding.
/Please don't find me...Please.../
Demyx finally shrugged looking around him muttering something about squirrels...
When he had settled up against his tree again Zexion wondered where his eyes were fixated and on this thought decided to head back up to his room creeping out from behind the tree he was tackled by Demyx.
"Who the hell... Zexion?"
The blonde found his cheeks taking a slight colour as he looked down at Zexion's wrists pinned to the ground.
/Think of the possibilities right now Demyx.../
Zexion took a deep shocked breath inwards.
/He's holding your wrists just like how Axel and Roxas do it.../
Demyx was shocked and knew that Zexion would probably kill him, but with absolute fright couldn't let go.
Both inhaled and exhaled slowly watching their breath form on the air as they held that pose for a few moments, eventually Demyx found his movement and released Zexion's wrists.
The teen simply got up and not taking his eyes off the blonde for another moment or two said nothing, he just walked back towards the mansion.
/I wonder what he was staring at?/

On his way back through the moonlight halls he paid attention to the windows to see what was in Demyx's direct vision...
Running along the halls window after window flashing moonlight onto his pale skin, window by window his face seemed sadder and sadder, that lonely musician, who always had such a brave face on, whoever knew he was secretly heartbroken?
After checking every window on the floor unable to figure it out he returned to his room, but when he went to pull the curtains, there in the same spot he had left him in, sat Demyx, staring directly at him.
Zexion hesitated at the window momentarily and unsure of what to do pulled the curtains, blocking Demyx's heartbroken gaze outside.