A/N: My long procrastinated response to ChaosHarbor's Zemyx challenge. It had to have "I'm drowning and all you can do is gaze longingly into my eyes." Beta'd by A Spot of Bother
He didn't like Demyx. That wasn't the reason he hung out with him and it certainly wasn't the reason why he sought out his company. As a matter of fact, he hated the sitarist. Demyx had nothing to live for and yet he was always, inexplicably happy. And Zexion hated that. So no, he didn't hang out with Demyx because he liked him.
In fact, he was ready to kill him. Sitting at the edge of the lake he watched as Demyx swam back and forth across the surface. No, he didn't watch Demyx swimming, he just occasionally glanced up from the book he was reading and saw him. And no, he wasn't listening to Demyx talk on and on about comfort zones because, quite frankly, he wasn't interested.
"Don't you ever wonder about that?" he asked, sparing a glance at Zexion, who let out a long-suffering sigh as he set his book down.
"Wonder about what, Demyx?"
"People's zones." Zexion rolled his eyes but took the bait.
"Their zones?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah. Their comfort zones. Like, Axel and Roxas are totally comfortable with each other and me and water." Again Zexion rolled his eyes.
"Sometimes I wonder about the thoughts that manifest themselves in your head, Demyx." Demyx laughed before diving under the water only to resurface by the shoreline.
"But what about you?" he asked innocently. Zexion raised an eyebrow, picking up his book.
"What about me?" Demyx let out a sigh of his own.
"Come on, man, don't play dumb. What's your comfort zone?" Zexion stood, brushing dust off his clothes.
"My comfort zone is my comfort zone, and it's not for you to know."
"Can I guess?" Zexion sent a glare at the larger man.
"I don't play games, Demyx. And stop asking questions, it's getting tiring." Setting off at a brisk pace, Zexion didn't bother to see if his sitarist, er, the sitarist was following him. He already knew he was.
It was his eyes. That had to be the answer to why Zexion put up with Demyx, especially considering he was currently in a state of intoxication. They showed so much emotion and occasionally, meaning every day, Zexion liked to lose himself in them and pretend that his life could get better.
"Hey! Zexion!" Demyx called, almost losing his balance. Zexion sighed and stared out to where Demyx was sitting on a log. "Why won't you come sit with me?" Zexion chuckled.
"Because, idiot, if I were to sit on the log with you, it would break and we'd both be dumped in the lake." Demyx stopped to think about this before his face lit up.
"So?" Zexion sighed, shaking his head.
"So I'm not going to sit with you on the log."
"Zexion!" he whined.
"No!" Sighing, Demyx stood up, clumsily making his way towards the shore until he lost his balance and fell back into the lake he'd been swimming in earlier. Rushing to where Demyx fell in, Zexion tried to find the form of the obnoxious sitarist…without getting wet, of course.
Surfacing on his own, Demyx spluttered, trying to clear his lungs of the lake water.
"Are you--" Zexion stopped mid-sentence. Again, he was lost in Demyx's eyes, noting with approval how they showed even more emotion in the moonlight. However, Demyx's spluttering brought him back to the moment.
"I'm drowning and all you can do is gaze longingly into my eyes," he whined as Zexion pulled him out. Collapsing onto the grass, Zexion didn't even try to come up with a witty comment. It was too much effort at the moment. "Although," Demyx continued with a grin, "I now know where your comfort zone lies." Trying to save face, Zexion rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, just move, will you? You're getting me wet." Demyx chuckled, throwing himself gracelessly on top of Zexion.
"It comes with the zone."