Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own Kingdom Hearts or these characters

Here's the new Zemyx story I promised a couple of months ago. I got distracted by shiney new story ideas while writing it... but here is the first chapter at last :D I hope you all enjoy. Be nice and leave a review for me to tell me what you think about it :)

WARNING: This story contains yaoi, or maleXmale. If you don't like this, don't read it.

"I still don't like it, Saïx." The blond said stubborn.

"Don't complain kid, it's thanks to me you even have a job." The blondes manager replied.

"But why me?" he protested.

"Admit it Dem, you're the most huggable of the group." Xigbar smirked. He was right. Xigbar was the tough guy, Marluxia was the sexy bad boy and Demyx himself was the cute one. It was a perfect combination for their band, but at the moment Demyx didn't like it one bit.

"But I'm not good with people." he muttered.

"Are you kidding me?" Saïx asked surprised. "You entertain hundreds of people on a daily basis."

"Yeah, but those are just crowds of faces. I don't have to talk to them individually, they're people I don't know. I mean, when I'm alone with someone and I'm nervous or something I just start to ramble and end up saying something really stupid!"

"Then you just have to make sure you don't say anything stupid."

"But-"

"Now get out there and tell the press you're really excited about it." Saïx commanded him.

Demyx sighed and put a big fake smile on his face. He was a pretty good actor, no-one would even notice he didn't want to do this. The band followed Saïx onto the stage. The many cameras began to flash immediately, blinding them for a moment. The band sat down at a long table and waited for the questions of the press, which were shouting for their attention.

"Demyx! The winner for the 'Win A Date With Demyx' contest is picked tonight, what do you think of it?"

"Well, I think it's great. I always like to get in contact with my fans." He smiled cutely at the female reporter, who almost fainted from excitement. Needless to say, she had entered said contest herself.

"What do the other members of the band think of it that it's with Demyx, and not them?" someone else asked.

"We're just happy for him." Xigbar smirked, "He needs some love, he hasn't had a lover since the start of the band."

"How big do you think the possibility is you find love?"

"Personally I don't think that chance is very big. But like I said, it's always fun to just hang out with a fan."

"Do you get to pick a person yourself?"

"No." Saïx answered for him. "A random name will be picked from the contestants and that'll be the winner."

"Demyx, you also have a lot of male fans who are dying to meet you, what will happen if a guy's name is picked?"

"Well, even though it's called a date, we don't exclude someone because of their gender. If it's a guy we can just hang out."

"What'll you do on your date?"

"I don't know the details myself yet, so it'll be a surprise for the both of us. Though I did hear my manager has already made a reservation at this really fancy restaurant, but I can't say more about it."

"Could you tell us something about your new CD?"

The spitfire of questions continued for a while. After Saïx finally decided it had been enough, he led the band off the stage, ignoring the people of the press who were practically jumping up and down, begging for one last question.

"Damn." Demyx sighed, falling down in one of the seats of their limousine.

"What are you so depressed about, dude? It isn't that bad." Xigbar said, also getting in the car, taking a seat across from the blond, next to Marluxia.

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to spend a whole night with someone you don't even know in a fancy restaurant with probably romantic shit like candles and all. For all I know I get some ten year old lovesick girl or some dirty old man."

"Come on Dem, it's only one date. I hang out with fans all the time."

"I don't call that kind of stuff hanging out, Marluxia. You're such a pervert." Demyx pouted. "And besides, those are all hot chicks who do everything you say without a second thought."

"Not only chicks." Marluxia smirked.

"Pervert." Demyx repeated.

"Hey, you swing both ways too. We all know that's why they don't select on gender in this contest."

"Yeah, but we can't let everyone know that. It was bad enough when Marluxia came out. If I follow, next thing we know we're labelled as some kind of gay band."

"But anyway, Xigbar is right, you've been single for way to long."

"Just because I don't sleep around with just anyone like you, doesn't mean I need a lover."

"But you're just to picky."

"And you're not picky enough." Demyx decided.

- _ - _ - _ - _ - _ - _ -

"Hey Zexy! Guess what?!"

"Axel, shut up. I'm to fucking tired." Zexion took another sip of his coffee. He had just woken up. After his work he just crashed on the couch and fell asleep. The fact that his always energetic roommate had the nasty habit to wake him up, irritated him to no end. Why had he agreed to sharing an apartment with him again? Oh, that's right, he didn't know anyone else who would want to share an apartment with him, nor could he afford one of his own with his lousy job. Neither of them could, for that matter.

"But I've got a surprise for you. I swear you're gonna love this."

The phone rang and Axel went to answer it. "Wait a sec, I'll be right back." Zexion ignored him, finished his coffee and got up, walking to the door.

"I'm gonna go to the store, you need anything?" he didn't get a reply, but heard Axel talk softly. He was probably still on the phone.

When he opened their front door, he almost got a heart attack. There were countless reporters with flashing cameras, pushing each other out of the way and yelling for his attention. "Zexion! Zexion!"

Without a second thought he smashed the door in their faces and began to plot a certain redheads slow and painful death.

"AXEL! What the hell did you do?!" he commanded to know.

Axel was indeed on the phone with someone. "Oh, here he is." He pushed the phone in the hands of the fuming man with a big, happy grin. Zexion gave him a glare that promised him death and destruction before raising the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, are you Zexion?" a happy voice asked. It sounded somewhat familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he'd heard it before.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"This is Demyx Watanabe from Lucky Number 13, and I've got good news for you."

"Listen, I don't have time for stupid jokes. Whoever you are, just go bother someone else."

"Um… maybe you didn't hear me right." The person on the phone said, "I'm Demyx, from the band Lucky Number 13. And you've won the Win A Date With Demyx contest."

"Yeah, I heard you, but maybe you didn't hear me right. I didn't even participate in that contest."

"But I have your form right here."

Axel was still standing next to the slate-haired man, his grin never disappearing. Suddenly Zexion seemed to realize something. "Oh fuck." He sighed.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Uh, I think my roommate may have send in that form for me." Zexion explained, trying his best to suppress the murderous tone in his voice.

"But are you still willing to go on the, um.. date, with me?"

Zexion thought for a moment before answering, "Yeah, I've got no problem with that."

"Great. I'll pick you up on Saturday at seven, is that all right?"

"Yeah that's fine." He hung up and turned to face the redhead, only to see he had already ran away.

"Axel!" He called in a dangerous tone, grabbing the nearest object he could find, which happened to be a vase. "You're dead!"

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"How did it go?" Xigbar asked curiously. "I didn't hear any fangirls screaming." He and Marluxia were both listening at the phone, but neither of them had been able to hear what the other was saying.

"I don't know." Demyx said. "He didn't seem really excited or anything, thought it was a joke at first."

"That's strange."

"Yeah, he said he didn't even participate, and thought his roommate send in the form. As a surprise I guess."

Marluxia picked up the picture they had received with the form and ran a finger over the smooth paper, "He is pretty cute though. Except for that frown, but I know a great way to get it off his face." He smirked. "If you don't want him, can I have him?"

Demyx sighed, he didn't know how long his mental health would be able to stay intact with these two perverts hanging around him. They were his friends and he liked them, but with things like this they were a bit to much for him to handle. They just didn't see eye to eye when it came to things like love.

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"Hey Zexy."

"Don't call me that, Larxene." The short man growled.

"Short tempered as ever I see." His blond colleague giggled.

"What do you want?"

"Can you take over my shift this Saturday?"

"No."

"What do you mean, no?" she asked surprised. "You're always willing, saying you need the extra money. What's more important to you that happens to be this Saturday?"

"I've got a date." Zexion simply said.

"A date?" the woman smirked. "Which idiot would want to date a fag like you?"

Instead of answering, Zexion just showed her today's paper. Larxene's mouth fell open. The news was all over the front page, a picture of a dumbfounded Zexion accompanying the article.

"Demyx?" she asked unbelieving. "You won the date with him?" when the slate-haired man nodded she went on. "Damn, I was supposed to win that date! Through Demyx I would be able to get close to Marluxia, and wonderful things could happen. Don't get me wrong, Demyx is a cutie, but not my type." She just rambled away, boring Zexion with scenario's of what could happen if she and the pink-haired bassist would ever meet. "Damn, this is so unfair." She finally repeated.

"Life's unfair." Zexion said, a sadistic smile appearing on his face. Making the woman, who always terrorized him, mad and very jealous by taking something she wanted desperately, made him feel slightly better.

I hope you liked it :) please review!