Commission - Oneshot - DoodinHyde - Title: Gimme a Sign
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts / Pairing: Zemyx / Prompt: Hey Juliet by LMNT
Chatter from all the other high school students fills the courtyard, making it hard for Demyx to make out what Axel is saying. The two friends sit atop one of the picnic tables beneath the trees. As mandated by the school, they wear uniforms of the school's colors; blue and white plaid pants, tie, and a white button-up shirt. Although the two boys wear their clothes differently. Demyx wears his tie loosely and his keychain full of picks for his sitar hooked onto his belt. Axel, however, has the first few buttons undone on his shirt and his tie is absent, having been that way since the first day of school. The make a duo through the school; Axel with his spiky, red hair and Demyx with his blond mullet, with a dash of mohawk in the mix. Then again everyone living on Destiny Islands is rather bright and tan, with the exceptional few.
Demyx leans closer to Axel, trying to catch the end of his sentence. Just as he does, his bright blue-green eyes happen to wander over to the school doors. Walking out is the one boy he's never been able to ignore despite the boy wanting just that - or seeming to. Compared to Demyx and Axel, he's shorter. But what he lacks in height and muscle, he makes up for with brain. He dons his uniform just as it should be, not one thing scoffed or out of place. Deep, slate blue hair is long over the right side of his face, though it's cropped short in the back, to hide only his right eye and leave his left visible. Even then he usually wears a pair of thin, rectangle framed glasses; the lenses being just for reading. Today, however, they're absent as he hurries past the table Demyx sits on. The blond tries to smile and give a small wave, but the boy is gone before he has a chance.
"...progress?"
Shaking his head, Demyx turns his attention back to Axel. "What?"
Axel laughs and leans back on his hands. "I said, have you made any progress? With Zexion."
The aspiring musician shoulders his bright orange backpack, "No," and walks away from Axel without another word, heading home.
Every day for the past year, Demyx has tried to get closer to Zexion. In his own opinion, he knows he's failed every single time. When he does manage to approach the seemingly quiet boy, he usually gets a bored look crossed with a glare. If he's lucky he'll get a few words instead, although they tell him the same thing. To get away.
Demyx ambles along the street with his hands in his pockets. His mind remains clouded with thought and his eyes stay glued to his shoes. To show he's clearly in his own head, he doesn't even react when a shadow casts over him from the mere size of the older teen. Demyx is unaware until he runs straight into the giant of a teen. Of course Demyx is the only one who falls back onto his butt and drops his bookbag, as well as the contents, onto the sidewalk. The blond glances up to see who's there only to glance right back down to the ground. Scrambling to grab at his bag, he begins mumbling apologies up to the older boy.
"S.. Sorry Lexaeus. I wasn't paying attention."
Lexaeus, a member of the football team, towers over Demyx with ease. Built like a brick, the older male has only strong features; square jaw, straight nose, broad shoulders, and muscles to spare. No wonder why the team wins every game - Demyx can't imagine anyone wanting to have to go up against Lexaeus. The silent teen is amongst the more intimidating. Even so, his blue eyes are only the kindest when he's around Zexion. Otherwise they're as cold as ice and just as uninviting. He wears his ginger spikes short and slicked back out of his face, giving more awe to him being - frankly - frightening.
Nonetheless, Lexaeus kneels down and gathers up some of Demyx's notebooks. He holds them out to the blond with his cerulean eyes seeming... amused. Taking his things, Demyx hurries to fix his bag so that this situation can never happen again. He keeps his head down while Lexaeus walks past. Which is when the aburn claps his hand onto Demyx's shoulder as he passes by.
"Don't stop trying." is all he says before continuing on his way, leaving Demyx to his thoughts.
(x)Gimme a Sign(x)
Demyx runs through the slick hallways just as the bell rings. He lets out a loud groan and skids to a stop, knowing he can't just go to class and get away with it. No. He has to turn completely around and head for the front office to get a pass. A great start for his day already.
The door to the offices is propped open, letting out a slew of typing and clicking noises. Slowly, Demyx steps into the rather large room. A desk sits to the left in a corner with filing cabinet and bookcase to the right. Several chairs line to the wall by the door for guests waiting to the see the prinicpal or conselors. There's no one in the room, no guests at least. Only one person sits at the desk and it's just the person Demyx had been hoping to see.
Zexion.
He approaches the desk and readjusts the hold on his bag. Zexion slowly looks up to see him, showing the glasses perched on the end of his nose. Swiveling away from the computer, Zexion rests his elbows on the desk, clasps his hands, and raises an eyebrow. "You're late."
Demyx rubs at the back of his head, "Yeah."
"You've ruined your perfect attendance. Good grades and here every day, on time. Do you have a note?" Demyx shakes his head no, clenching at the strap of his backpack. Zexion sighs and turns back to the computer. His slender fingers fly out over the keys with practiced eyes, only pausing to use the mouse a couple times. After a minute he glances back at Demyx. "Don't worry about it. Just go to class."
"But-"
"You don't need a pass. Now hurry up."
Demyx turns to leave and as he gives a spare glance back at Zexion, he catches a small smile gracing those usually frowning lips. As if infected by it, Demyx smiles. He back tracks and hurries to class, finding himself having a slight hop to his step.
(x)Gimme a Sign(x)
"I can't believe he saved your ass. He could get in trouble for canceling a tardy like that, as stupid as it is." Axel slaps Demyx on the back. "And you said you haven't made any progress." The two friends walk out of the school, heading for the picnic table where they'll relax till they can't any longer. Of course Demyx has told Axel exactly what Zexion did for him, leaving Axel only a little surprised.
Just as Demyx drops his bag from his shoulder, Axel sitting on the table already, he glances to his left. Walking out of school bounds is Zexion and he's without Lexaeus, strangely enough. They always walk home together except for on football practice days and Demyx knows that today isn't one of them. Not particularly wanting to question is luck further, Demyx slings his pack back over his shoulder and dashes after Zexion.
He catches up to the periwinkle haired boy with ease, slowing down to a leisure walk once they're side by side. A comfortable silence settles between them until finally Demyx scoffs the toe of his shoe against the sidewalk. "Thanks for doing that. But why?"
Zexion suddenly stops. He slips his black bag off his shoulder and unzips it. Demyx walks over to him as he digs out a notebook and a pen. The blond watches as Zexion scribbles down something and carefully rips the page out. He holds out the paper while grabbing a hold of his backpack once more. "It was just a favor Demyx, one of many I've done for you and will do for you. In return for my kindness, I suggest you show up at this address at six tonight."
Taking the paper, Demyx reads it once - twice - three times to make sure it's real. He grins from ear to ear and closes the gap of distance between them. Demyx throws his arms around Zexion and shoves their mouths together. The action is quick, as Demyx steps back a second or two later. He thrusts the paper into the air before turning back to Zexion. "I can't believe we're going on a date!"
Zexion, face flustered and lips a little red from the force of the kiss, not to mention his first one, coughs. "I never said this would be a date, Demyx. It's merely you paying for us to eat."
Demyx continues to grin ear to ear as he backs up slowly, waving at Zexion as he prepares to run home to get ready. "Don't be late Zexy!"
; ^ ; Oh this pairing. It's such a soft spot, so cute.