This is my first story on fanfiction so i'm new here. try to be nice i have no idea what i'm doing but i learn quickly! This is a short oneshot for LexZex! Reviews appreciated!
I've seen this before. Well I haven't but Ienzo has. He remembers the felling of content that a child has while in its mother's arms. It does not move it never stirs only feels the presence of its mother. Another thought never enters its mind the only important thing is the warmth of its mother.
Ienzo never had that. It was one of the many things he envied about the children he saw playing in the villa. They were so happy so carefree the world had no effect on them. They had family friends and again no cares they could not comprehend anything other than their foolish games. Oh, but how Ienzo longed to play those games; to feel accepted and cared for.
As Zexion stared at the strong arm that twisted around his waist and held him to the warm body behind him he couldn't help but think of Ienzo's past. It was a horrible burden for him to see a body that resembled him so much so through such pain. It was Ienzo's pain but he could feel it. No mater how much Xemnas said they could not feel Zexion was constantly plagued by Ienzo's pain.
Zexion focused his mind away from Ienzo. If that was even possible. The last thing Zexion wanted to think of at this time was Demyx but he started to envy the musician. He was so simple at times he must never lie awake contemplating life.
Envy. Yet another trait Zexion shared with Ienzo. Damn back to him again. As nobodys we claim to be our own person but we can never escape our somebodys. Xemnas was really no different than Xehanort. The same for Xibgar and Bragi, Xaldin and Dalin, Vexen and Even, Lexause and Eleause they were no different.
Ienzo's fondest moments were with these people. It was the only time he hadn't felt like an orphan. They were like his family.
A silent tear slid down Zexion's cheek wetting the sterile sheets beneath them.
No matter how many times Zexion told himself he could not feel it never helped. Ienzo's pain lived on in him he knew it. Zexion now carried every thing that was Ienzo. His pain, his fear, his love. He hated all these emotions. Zexion knew so many things but he didn't know why.
He didn't want to care for Vexen because Ienzo cared for Even. He didn't want to tolerate Xigbar because Ienzo was forced to put up with Bragi. He didn't want to love Lexause because… no! Lexause was his no matter what Ienzo was to him.
At the remembrance of Lexause Zexion melted. This whole time he felt the constant rise and fall of the hero's chest but he never thought a thing about it. Next to Lexause he felt so small, so weak, but having the silent hero by him made him feel protected.
As Zexion started to drift asleep he had room for one more feeling. Something they both longed for, content.