Happy Zemyx day!

RATED T FOR:
Slight Language
Small Themes (if you know what I mean)

A cold nostalgia begins the events in this story. The story of the boy who couldn't hear and the lustful musician.

The first time she met the boy that couldn't hear was in the park one day. She was merely sitting on a bench; listening to the rain fall. There was no doubt in her mind that she would soon befall illness, but she didn't care. Since she was blind, she believed that sound was a gift. There were certain things that she could hear that others couldn't.

There is something you should know about her blindness; she cannot see things that light shines upon. In the darkness, practically everything is visible.

She heard feet splashing in rapid thumps on the ground. She felt the vibrations on the soggy terrain. The feet stopped. There was a cry in pain and a loud splash and a heavier vibration. Then there was more crying. "I want to go home!" a young voice cried. "I want my mother back!"

"You can't have her back, Zexion," an older and deeper voice boomed.

She hadn't noticed the presence of the older man until she looked up into the shadow of the tree. The man had long, dark features. He had long hair that was tied back into a long ponytail with miscellaneous strands hanging in his scarred face. The man leaned forward out of the shadow to where she couldn't see him. She heard a struggle and a choking noise. The man leaned back into the shadow, this time holding a you young teen with slate hair that hung slightly in his face.

"Father, why did it have to be like this?" the young teen coughed.

"Don't ask me to bring your mother back, boy. You are the one that killed her. If you want her, then you can go to hell and get her yourself."

The scene wasn't hers to meddle with, but she had a feeling that someone wanted her to be watching this. The someone knew how she would react.

"Sir, if I were you, I would put the boy down," she called in a monotone voice.

The young teen was starring at her face when she said this. He quickly looked over at his fathers fiery red eyes. "No!" the young teen yelled as the man strutted towards her. She was lucky that she was sitting in the shade.

"This isn't your place to be woman," the voice yelled. He was about to kill her when he came into the shadow. She quickly grabbed his wrist and twisted the blade out of his hand; but he had a back up. In a matter of seconds, a gun was pointed at her head.

"I don't need any witnesses."

"Run, Zexion," she said.

"What?" the young teen asked.

"Run!"

The man pulled the trigger on the gun, but with her heightened hearing, she could hear his finger pushing down on the trigger which gave her enough time smack the gun from his hand. The gun spun 180O in the air before the shot was released into the mans head, leaving him dead on the ground.

The first time she met the musician was at the same park, a year later. It was morning and she had found a place on a different bench. This time, it wasn't raining, it was just windy. For her, everything was black. Her head was tilted downward at the time.

"Oh," she heard. She suspected the voice to not be talking to her, but everything else except for occasional footsteps, the wind and the rustling of leaves was silent.

"I didn't expect anyone to be here." So the voice was talking to her.

"Am I not supposed to be here?" she asked.

"It is just that I usually come and play my sitar at night here on that bench because my parents don't like my music," the voice said sorrowfully.

She smiled. "If you want, I would gladly listen to your music."

"Would you really?" the voice asked excitedly. She felt a presence next to her and a pair of eyes digging into her as if they was trying to read what was behind her eyes. "Umm," the voice began.

"Is something wrong?"

"Why aren't you looking at me?"

She sighed.

"I am blind."

"Oh."

"Don't apologize. It is not your fault. It is only my fault."

The eyes just looked at her.

"I live fine even with my blindness. I can hear and sense where things and people are, so it is hardly like I am blind at all. And the reason why I invited you to play for me is because I treasure sound. I feel that it is a gift that I have been give. So please, don't treat me like I am disabled."

"I promise. By the way, my name is Demyx."

"My name is Shelke," she replied.

"Why do you look so happy?" Shelke asked a dancing Demyx.

"I just got this hot guys number!" he cheered.

"Why is it that I always forget that you are gay?" Vincent asked.

"I'm not gay, I'm bi," Demyx corrected.

"Which makes you half gay," Axel added.

"Hey, you are gay too."

"Like I didn't know that."

Roxas giggled and kissed him on the cheek.

The five of them were sitting in the food court of the mall they were at. It was the weekend after Christmas and they all decided that they should spend their money together. Yet that was only one of the many reasons for hanging out together. It was also the day that Shelke had met Demyx seven years ago. Demyx had also described that day as, 'the day his life began.' Shelke helped him through so many problems with his disapproving family. On top of all that, she was his first female love. Shelke had never loved him in return.

"So what is this guys name?" Vincent asked. Vincent was Demyx's older brother. The whole Vincent thing was a little odd for Shelke. She and Vincent had a strong relationship. He pulled her out of a horrible situation with her old friends Azul and Weiss who were practically controlling her.

When Vincent told her that his brother was Demyx when she was talking about him one afternoon, she could hardly believe it. All of their friends could hardly believe it too. They looked nothing alike. The fact of the matter was that Vincent looked like his mother and Demyx looked like his mother.

"Uh," Demyx responded.

"You didn't get his name?" Shelke asked.

"You don't understand what happened!"

"Demyx, you fail," Axel said.

"But he has my name! And I got his number! See?" Demyx showed his hand to everyone. On it was a black smudge with a 96 at the end.

"Demyx," Roxas began. "You can't read this."

"What are you tal- NOOOOOOO!" Demyx slumped down in a chair next to Shelke. "He was so hot too..."

"Where is this guy?" Axel asked.

Demyx didn't even have to look up to know where the guy was. "He's the gloomy one over there in the shadows."

"Shadows?" Shelke looked up and well enough, she saw him. "Oh my god."

"What is it Shelke?" Vincent asked.

"I know that guy."

"How?" Demyx asked.

"I helped him a long time ago."

"Then why don't you go talk to him?" Roxas inquired.

"I will," Shelke rose from her seat and maneuvered her way around the people crowding the mall.

"Excuse me," she said as she approached him. His face was buried in a book. She took the time of his non response to search her mind for his name. What was it? It hit her quickly; Zexion. "Zexion?" she tried. No response. She sighed and put a hand on top of his book.

Zexion lowered the book and just stared at her. Dark blue eyes stared into her crystal blue ones. Just. Stared. It was as if he was waiting for her to say something to him.

"Excuse me," she repeated. "But I was wondering if-"

"You," he finally said.

"What?"

"Do you remember? From eight years ago? You saved me. I thought you were murdered for so long."

"Yes Zexion, I remember. How could I forget?"

"What is your name?"

"Shelke,"

Suddenly, Zexion hugged Shelke for a long time, tightly. Shelke heard something break and shatter.

"Thank you so much, Shelke."

She was as a loss for words. He didn't let go. He wouldn't let go.

Shelke felt a warm liquid on her shoulder and immediately recognized it as tears.

"Everyday since then I had wished that I had asked your name. I searched everywhere for you. I checked every news article for your name, but nothing came up."

"Why were you looking for me?" Shelke asked. No response.

Zexion shifted so they could look at each others faces, but he didn't let go of her.

"Why were you looking for me?" Shelke asked again.

"I was looking for you, because when I turned sixteen, I realized I loved you."

Shelke's throat was clogged. She couldn't even think of words to say.

"How do you think it is going to go?" Vincent asked Demyx.

"I think it should go fine," Axel answered for him. Demyx was still drowning in sadness because of how stupid he had been to not realize the ink on his hand was still wet when he hugged Zexion.

"Do you remember how we met?" Roxas asked Axel.

"How could I forget? I was thrown in a closet. People forgot about me. You were thrown in the same closet."

"Then you raped me."

"It is not a rape if you like it," Axel and Roxas started to drown in each others kisses. Vincent sometimes wondered why he thought the two of them were always horny, but when he was around them, he scolded himself for wondering.

"Can we focus here!" Demyx yelled. He was suddenly focused on Shelke and Zexion. He imagined that they were talking because they were standing face to face. Then Zexion dropped his book and hugged Shelke.

Demyx's eye twitched. He grabbed the glass in front of him in anger and threw it at the ground.

"Demyx, calm down," Vincent said.

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN?" Demyx yelled. Vincent slid down in his seat. He looked over at Axel and Roxas. Not even Demyx's hissy fit could stop the two lovers game. It made Vincent wish he had a girlfriend. Or boyfriend.

"I'm so glad you found me, we can finally talk and get to know each other," Zexion said as he finally let go of Shelke.

"Can we talk it over on the phone?" Shelke managed to say.

"We can't talk on the phone."

"Why not?"

Zexion shifted awkwardly. "Because I'm deaf."

Shelke's stomach flipped over. He was, deaf? Then how were they conversing?

Zexion read her expression and said, "I can read lips."

"Well, I have to get back to my friends now."

"I'll come with you."

"Zexion, I'm blind, so I don't know if it is a good idea..." she mentioned as her eyes glowed neon orange.

"I'll help you get back over there," he insisted; not even phased by her last sentence or by her glowing eyes.

Shelke sighed and gave in. "Fine."

"You are friends with him?" Zexion asked once they got back to the table they were sitting at.

"Yes."

"Zexion," Demyx sighed.

"Yes, Demyx?"

"Shelke, can I talk to you in private?" Demyx grabbed her hand and pulled her into a shadow where she could see him.

"What is going on between you two?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I saw him hugging you."

"Demyx, I am sorry."

"What?"

"I saved his life eight years ago, so he connected the emotion of love with the obsession to find me and thank me. He truly believes that he loves me, but I could never feel that way for him. I wouldn't let myself."

"How do you know that he doesn't actually love you?" Demyx asked through choked tears.

"Because I could hear it in his voice. I can understand the different levels of emotion and connection one has for another through vocals. Like when I head your voice when you said you got a hot guys number, I knew that you had fallen for him."

Shelke looked at him for a moment.

"I really am sorry."

"Just promise me that you will fix this."

"I promise."

The now party of six traveled through the mall together from store to store.

"This was supposed to be our day," Demyx occasionally whispered to Shelke.

With many bags in hand, the six distributed into the three cars. Roxas drove home with Axel because he was going to be staying the night at Axel's apartment. Vincent drove Demyx home because they lived together off campus and also went to the same college and coincidentally had their first classes at the same time.

They all had said good-bye to each other and drove off when Shelke noticed that Zexion was still there.

"Hey Shelke," he began. "Can I spend the night at your apartment?"

Shelke looked at him as if he had actually just asked her to win the lottery and give him all the money.

"Please Shelke, please?" Zexion pleaded. "I don't have anywhere else to go."

"Alright, fine, whatever. You can spend he night at my apartment." she gave in.

Sleeping was not an option for the poor musician. All that Demyx could think about was the bookworm that he liked with his best friend in his arms. When Demyx says Shelke is his best friend, he means it. No one could describe the thick history that the two of them have, and so much of it was sorrowful. "You wouldn't be my best friend if we didn't share our sorrows." Demyx would always say to her.

Knock, knock.

"I know you are awake, Demyx," Vincent whispered.

"Yeah," Demyx sighed as he rolled over in his bed.

Vincent walked in and just stood, staring at the mans water filled aqua eyes. "This guy must really be something," Vincent said.

"How can I feel like this? I met him today," Demyx looked at his clock; 3:45AM. "Yesterday," he corrected himself.

"I know you wouldn't expect this coming for me, but..." Vincent's eyes started to wander around the floor. "It is called love at first sight."

"How would you know about that?" Demyx asked.

"There are many things that I haven't told you considering that we are brothers. One of those things is about a girl named Lucrecia. We had many classes together. I fell in love with her the second I saw her."

"What happened to her?"

"She died during an experiment; she loved science."

Demyx looked at Vincent for awhile.

"Demyx, I promise you that Shelke is going to make this all right. She isn't that kind of person. She doesn't lie. You should know that."

Demyx didn't say anything. He was unconvinced by his brothers words. Vincent left his room without another word.

Knock, Knock.

"Demyx!" Shelke called from the other side of his room door, "I have good news!"

The door flew open. Demyx looked particularly shaggy. He forgot to rinse the gel out of his hair before he went to sleep, so it was sticking up in all different directions like he was Cloud or something. He was shirtless and his pants were hanging particularly low and his boxers were creased and folded with distress. Demyx's aqua eyes were wide with curiosity and excitement.

"What happened?"

"Zexion said that he would go on a date with you!"

"Really! When?"

"He said you could pick him up anytime."

Demyx pounced Shelke. Her poor blind eyes never saw it coming.

"Thank you so much Shelke!" Demyx left Shelke lying on the floor as he rushed into the shower to freshen up.

Vincent was watching the scene and turned off all of the lights in the hallway. "Need a hand?" he asked as he outstretched his hand to help Shelke up. "Were you telling the truth?" he asked.

"About Zexion? Of course."

Vincent smirked. "So I was right."

"About what?"

"I gave Demyx the talk last night."

"Which one?"

"The one about Lucrecia."

All emotions drained from poor Shelke's face. "Oh."

"What's wrong?" Shelke knew very well what was wrong and Vincent knew too. She had always been in love with Vincent. She told him one day, but it was the same day the Lucrecia died and he never mentioned it. Her hopes of being with him soon faded.

Shelke shrugged. Demyx came dancing out of the bathroom into his room; naked. Wet, naked, and singing. "I got a date with Zexi-on! A date! With the smexy mate! Zex-i-on!"

Shelke's eye twitched at the sight. The moment only lasted a brief moment, but it was horrifying to the girl who always doubted the fact that all of her friends were guys. "The one time I can see things..." Shelke muttered.

"Like you haven't seen a naked man before," Vincent said.

"What?"

"I know what you two were doing last night."

"What?"

"You forgot to turn your phone off."

"Oh my god, I have you on speed dial."

"I'll talk to you later, Shelke."

"..."

That day was turning out to be pretty bad for Shelke

"Wait, Shelke!" Demyx yelled as he hopped out of his room. Yes, he was still naked. "Oh, the lights are off which means...hehe..." Demyx quickly rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and rushed back out to talk to the horrified blind one. "Where does Zexy live?"

He already had a pet name for him.

"Oh, uh..." Shelke dug in her pocket for a piece of paper with Zexion's cell number and address with big scribbled words, ONLY CAN TXT.

"Thankies! See ya later man!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh..." Shelke was still blinded by the bright sight of the naked Demyx.

"Roxas, what do you want me to do about it?" The spiky brunette asked as the silver haired one toyed with the buttons on his shirt.

"Sora, I just need you to tell mom that I'm sleeping over Axel's," Roxas replied through the receiver.

"You didn't already tell her? Ah! Riku not yet."

"What are you- no, I don't want to know."

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"You know how she doesn't like Axel."

Roxas paused for a second as there was a loud thump like someone was stealing the phone from his hand. Then a different voice came through.

"She hates me so much it makes me want to burn her ugly face off. If she has a problem with me and Roxy she can just disown him because he has a place to go; and it's right here,"

There was a pause.

"in my pants."

"Face palm..." Riku mumbled as he undid the first of the buttons on Sora's shirt.

"Roxas, in case you haven't noticed, I don't want to know what you two do as much as you don't want to know what we do, soo..."

"I wanna know what you do."

Axel.

"Face palm..."

"Shut up Riku!"

"Don't you two dare start fighting over my phone 'cause I swear to god I will chop your face off," Sora and Roxas threatened simultaneously. Riku and Axel became silent. Riku was gazing at Sora with his 'I'm sorry, I love you' eyes. He was sure Axel was looking at Roxas the same way.

The two brothers sighed.

"You know I am just kidding. Remember what happened last time when I used my keyblade of doom?" Sora said, breaking the silence. There was some sputtering and laughing. Riku just growled.

"Care to remind me?" He winked.

"Then I am guessing your home alone, Sora?" Axel asked.

"Technically I'm with Riku, but still the same."

"Just tell mom where I am when she gets home before she freaks out." Click.

"Will do..." Sora sighed.

"I don't know, we might be a little preoccupied," Riku said, cuddling closer to his mate.

"Riku, I'm a little tired," Sora yawned.

"Thats a shame."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." Riku stretched his neck to kiss Sora. Sora kissed back.

He sighed.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Sora asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I just, am so tired all of the time, and I never feel in the mood."

"Sora, you know I love you; horny or not."

"But it's not like me."

Riku sighed.

"How about we just watch a movie until your mom gets home, tell her what we have to, then go sleep in your room."

"So...tired..."

Sora and Riku adjusted so that they were lying on the couch with Sora leaning on Riku.

"If you need to, sleep now, I'll tell your mom what we need."

But Sora was already asleep.

"I can't do this, Shelke," Demyx said nervously as they sat in his car about a block away from Zexion's house. Yes, Demyx was driving, don't panic.

"Why can't you do this? You are always so confident in front of people. He's just another person; he isn't an alien or something," Shelke comforted as she slid to the side in her seat.

"I don't know why, but I have this tight feeling in my stomach, like someone punched it and then tied it into a knot."

"That's called nervousness, Demyx."

"Nervous? I've never been nervous before."

Shelke sighed. Her only friend that is an actor has never been nervous before. It was actually pretty dark outside. Demyx decided that he wanted to take Zexion to dinner then an aquarium. He had trouble sending the text message, so Shelke had to press the send button for him.

When Shelke looked up, she saw Zexion. He was sitting on his porch steps with his phone in hand, staring at it. "Well, I'd better start walking back," Shelke announced. She was going to walk to the nearby park and then back to her apartment.

"No, Shelke!" Demyx called as he jumped out of the car as she did.

"I can't come with you Demyx," she explained.

"I know, but…"

Shelke smiled. "Demyx," She walked over to him and grabbed his hand. "I will keep my phone on so you can call me or text me if anything goes wrong or you need some advice on something. Just make sure you aren't texting or calling me while Zexion is around because it's rude. Alright?"

Demyx nervously nodded. Shelke giggled.

"You two are gonna have a great time, don't worry. You'll be great." This is what she usually told him before he went on stage for one of his musicals. The two of them were always in the shows together after they met at the park and realized that they went to the same school. She was always an extra, but Demyx liked her being there with him.

"I'll see you later." Shelke started walking off and Demyx watched her. He hopped back into the car and drove over to Zexion's house. Demyx took a few deep, calming breaths before getting out of his car and smiling at Zexion.

Zexion looked up at the musician. "I was starting to wonder if you were going to come or not."

There was a bang on the upstairs window. Demyx looked up and saw it open. Out popped a familiar girl with a bug like hair-do.

Larxene.

"Oh no…" Demyx mumbled.

"Hey, Demyx! I didn't know you were Zex's new beau." she yelled.

Zexion turned around to look at her. "Screw off, Larxene." he called.

"Shut up, Zexion. You don't need to be jealous just because I went out with Demyx for three years," she sneered.

Demyx sunk lower into his pit of embarrassment and nervousness as Zexion turned around to look at him. "Look's like we're on the same page," Zexion began. "She's my ex too."

Demyx smiled. "Let's go before her jealousy eats us," Demyx chuckled.

"I'M NOT JEALOUS OF YOU TWO BAS-!" she started to shout, but her roommate shut her up by throwing her sketch book at her face then shutting the window.

Once in the car, Zexion said, "I forgot to mention, I'm deaf, but we can carry conversations because I can read lips, so I'm sorry if you say something and I don't respond."

Demyx nodded. "Don't worry about it," he smiled. Off they drove.

The restaurant wasn't too fancy, but wasn't too casual. Demyx picked it because you could draw on the tables for the table cloth was made of paper. The truth was that Shelke had told him in advance that Zexion couldn't hear anything, just in case he was uncomfortable talking about it.

Once at the restaurant, Demyx was a little bit more relaxed; except he felt as if Zexion was starring into his soul. "How about we get to know each other a little better?" Demyx asked.

Zexion nodded.

"Um, well the basic stuff about me is that my favorite color is blue, I love water and anything music related, I've been acting in musicals and plays since first grade, my favorite number is nine, and I have this band."

"What's your band called?" Zexion asked.

"Melodious Nocturne,"

Zexion nodded. "My favorite color is a kind of grey blue, I enjoy reading and sketching out scenery, I've been tutoring since I turned thirteen and my favorite number is six."

Demyx chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Zexion asked, having read the expression many times before.

"Your favorite number is six and my favorite number is nine. Sixty-nine, get it?"

Zexion smirked and glanced at the floor. "You're cute."

The waiter came then so their conversation came to halt. Demyx noticed that Zexion had been doodling on the table. It was a picture of an empty chair in the center of a large room that resembles a library. On the chairs arm was a book and as a caption, Zexion wrote, 'the forgotten.'

"You're not half bad," Demyx complimented as he scanned to picture.

"Um, thank you."

"So, Zexy, do you have and siblings?"

"No, I was an only child. What about you?"

"I have an older brother."

"Vincent, right?"

"Yeah,"

"How come you two don't look too much alike?"

"When my mom first married, she had Vincent. Soon after, she got divorced than married my dad. Then the two of them had me me. So I look like my dad, and he looks like his."

"I see."

"You got all of that? Everyone else I tell usually has to digest the words for a minute and then ask me some questions."

"It wasn't too hard to understand."

"Wow," Demyx picked up a crayon and started to doodle. "I know it's a touchy subject for some people, and I don't know if it is for you, but what about your family?"

Demyx and Zexion were looking straight at each other, so he knew that Zexion understood what he had said.

"I'm sorry," Demyx said quickly, "you don't have to tell me. We could talk about ponies instead."

"No, it's okay. If you want to know then I will tell you."

Demyx nodded.

"My mother died seven years ago, and the next day, my father was murdered. So my grandparents took me in until they died, then I went to live with my aunt in Nagano until I graduated high school. Then I got into this college and came back to Tokyo."

Demyx frowned. "I'm sorry, Zexion."

Their food came and they began eating and talking about happier things that they had in common, but if there was one thing that Demyx could not do, it was breaking the frown Zexion had on his face.