WARNING: A bit of Shonen Ai
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Demyx was tired of being pushed around by the other organisations. He was fed up and angry about their treatment of him. In the latest issue of women's weekly it had said on his star sign that he needed to make a drastic change to shape a fantastic future. Of all things, Demyx NEVER expected a woman's weekly to lie. It was time to act; he was going to become the new meaning of cool. He was going to be all the rage among the ladies and he was going to leave the rest of the nobodies in the dust. Or dusk. Demyx chuckled, he had made a great joke. He mentally noted himself to tell the others about it once he was cool.
It was make-over time.
Demyx waited until 2am to sneak out of the castle, hoping with all his heart that the rest of the org were sleeping. His alarm started beeping quietly and Demyx shot out of the covers, all tiredness melting away as he remembered the task ahead. He slipped silently out of bed and made his way to his large wardrobe. He slid open the doors and peered at himself in the mirror. Pale skin, deep shadows under his eyes, hair all over the place. Ouch, his cool streak was having a terrible start. Demyx chucked a litre of gel into his hair and messed it about, checking out his high cheekbones and smooth skin. He was definitely good "cool" material. Hair was covered, next he needed an outfit. Demyx's shoulders shrugged as he stared at the sea of black leather trench coats in front of him. It became obvious that Xemnas had designed them as he stared at the tight shiny plastic which moulded to the body, the built in man boobs and the boot leg pants underneath. It looked like it had some help from Axel as well. Demyx dived into the hundreds of trenchcoats to pull out a dust box of cosplay he had brought on his day off. Kairi costume – nah, Rock Lee? – maybe not, yu-gi-oh!? – social suicide –
He was left with only one thing – Roxas cosplay.
Demyx winced and slid the black and white outfit over his skinny body. He studied himself in the mirror and gagged. The outfit was horrendous, but it was the best he had. Why the hell he had Roxas cosplay he would never know, he had been to drunk at the time but he suspected Axel had something to do with it. Demyx put on a few rings and a sweat band then checked himself out in the mirror one last time before leaving his tiny room silently and making his way down the spiralling steps towards the front door – the door to cool.
Demyx stood in front of the door, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. It was time. His journey was about to begin. He placed a hand onto the huge door handle and started to twish –
WHAM!
Demyx went flying into the door and slammed his head hard on the metal, a metallic clang echoed through the castle.
'Shhhhhhhhh' whispered Demyx, rubbing his head and turning to face his attacker. Before he could glimpse their face the person flung their arms around him and started rubbing their head on his shoulder.
Wtf?, thought Demyx. Oh god, Roxas cosplay.
Demyx wasn't sure what to do, he began to pat Axel on the back. Axel withdrew from his arms and peering lovingly into Demyx's face. For about half a second. His face boiled brick red and his expression turned to hysterical anger. Axel's vein was popping out. Demyx opened his mouth to explain but Axel started to summon fire, his mouth curved into an unpleasant smile.
'I thought you wanted to be cool' came a cold, slow voice from close by. The sparks flying from Axel's fingers flickered out and they both turned to face Zexion.
'Cool?' asked Axel with a hint of humour in his voice.
'He- h – how did you know that?' muttered Demyx, looking at the ground. Zexion scared Demyx the most out of the whole organisation.
'I don't like him either' whispered Axel to Demyx, noticing his facial expression, 'He's stolen a lot of my fangirls – and boys.' Demyx was astounded that Axel even had spoke to him, in an almost friendly way, especially after the whole Roxas cosplay thing.
'That doesn't matter. What matters is I want to be 'cool' as well. Let us embark on this voyage together', Zexion said in his usual slow voice. His eyes flashed and he swiftly walked over and opened the door.
He held it open for Demyx and peered knowingly at Axel, who was watching Demyx walk out, a longing look on his face. Not for Demyx – for the costume. Axel grunted and made his way into the chilly night air to follow Demyx. Zexion smiled slightly. All was going along to the plan. The plan to find the ultimate skinny leg jeans.
Axel grinned widely into the darkness. All was going along to plan. The plan to make a dating sim with Roxas as the main character. The costume would complete it – if only he could get the designs…
Demyx frowned at the ground. His plan had been foiled. He had no idea what was going on now. But he knew if Axel and Zexion were involved, it would include Roxas and something emo. His cool factor hadn't increased at all.
Lucky him.