Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts; I don't even have the game.
I can't remember where I first came across anything to do with KH really, but now I'm a bit obsessed.
Thank you for reading!

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"Whatchu' doin'?" said a bright, cheerful voice.

"I'm reading. Go away." He said without looking up.

"Why?"

"Because you annoy me."

"You dun even know me!" the voice said, sounding a bit sad and a bit indignant.

"I do not care. You are annoying."

"My name's Demyx! What's yours? Wanna be friends?"

"That's lovely. Go away. Zexion. No. Leave me alone."

"You are mean!" he could hear the tears in the voice and that alone made him look up.

He had guessed right, tears streamed from the sea-green eyes, a pathetic pout played across the boy's lips.

Zexion felt bad, he hadn't meant to make Demyx cry.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just wanted to read my book."

"I-I dun understand w-why you h-hate m-me!" Demyx sobbed, turning and running away.

"Dang!" He sighed and placed his book down beside him then he chased after the boy.
He finally caught up to the other boy, and only because he had decided to sit on a curb and cry, the boy ran fast.

"I really am sorry, Demyx. It was not my intention to make you cry. Please forgive me. I didn't mean anything by it." He said, crouching down next to the sobbing child. Demyx turned and buried his face in Zexion's shirtfront, wetting it with his tears. Zexion, from surprise and instinct, wrapped his arms around the other boy, comforting as best he could.

When Demyx had finally run out of tears he looked up, sniffling pathetically "'M sorry. I didn't mean to bug you, I jus' wanna be friends!"

"Alright. I shall be your friend, Demyx."

"You talk weird."

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Demyx was a hyperactive, generally cheerful, imaginative five year old. He made friends easily but seemed to prefer Zexion's company to anyone elses, for reasons that nobody could figure out, especially not Zexion himself.

Zexion was quiet, shy, and prone to be distant especially towards his peers, he spent as much time as he could reading books that were insanely advanced for a six year old. The only other child he would even remotely tolerate was Demyx.

The day after Demy's eighth birthday Zexion's parents had told him they were moving. He had told his friend and Demyx had freaked out, crying about how he would never see the other boy again.

Zexion told him, coldly, that they were only moving across the city and that he would come visit every weekend.

Demyx had pouted and said that it was still only two days out of seven and that it wasn't fair at all.

But he got used to it, after a while. Sometimes he would even bail on the other boy because he had made other plans. For some reason that he couldn't figure out this really bothered Zexion. The weekend visits became more and more rare as time went on because Demyx always had other plans. Zexion felt abandoned, and so when he found out they were moving again, further away, he didn't tell Demyx. He just packed up his belongings and left.

It would have been perfect; he would have never had to see the annoying blonde again. And the kid wouldn't even know where he had gone.

The only flaw in his plan was that he had forgotten about their mothers.
Sara and Annie had become fast friends once their children started playing together, so it was only natural for Sara to call Annie to give them their new phone number. And because Annie knew they were friends it was only natural that she would mention it to her son.

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Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hullo?"

"Zex? Why are you just leaving? Why didn't you tell me? You're my best fucking friend and you can't even bother to tell me you are fucking leaving?" Demyx, angry, hurt, cursing. It made him feel almost bad. Dem didn't swear unless he was really angry, or sad.

"My father received a better job. For him to efficiently do his duty we must leave this place and go to another. I did not realize that it would matter to you, Demyx." He said, stiffly.

"You thought it wouldn't matter? That I wouldn't care that my best friend is leaving for who knows how long? Are you stupid?" his incredulous voice practically shouted through the receiver.

"I didn't think I was your friend anymore. Mere acquaintances don't really need that kind of information."

"We…aren't friends?" he could almost see the tears welling up in his friends eyes.

"You were the one who initiated the decline of our relationship, Demyx."

"What…? When…? I didn't mean to! I swear. I didn't know…and now you hate me!" he could see the sadness in the cerulean eyes, see the moisture glistening on the long, almost feminine eyelashes, see the tears racing each other down his cheeks towards the ground.

"I do not hate you, Demyx. I have to go." He hung up.

He leaned his head against the wall, staring at the phone. He knew, just knew, that Demyx was probably still holding the phone to his ear, listening to the dial tone, tears streaming down his face. He was thirteen, he shouldn't still be crying.

Zexion went on with life, almost forgetting about his best friend. Almost able to pretend he didn't miss the other boy.

Demyx never quite forgot; Zexion was always lurking in the back of his head. He missed his best friend, he wouldn't let anyone else claim the title that was coveted for some reason but already held by the slate haired loner that had left him behind.

Zexion had almost banished all the stray thoughts of Demyx that annoyingly popped up whenever he wasn't focused on something else, when his parents announced, far too happily seeing as it made him miserable, that father was being transferred again and that they would be moving back. Damn. Damn. Damn.

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"ZEXION!" arms tossed themselves around him, a body collided with his in a flurry of joy. "I missed you! When'd you get back? It's been three effing years!"

Demyx.

"Will you please let me go?" he said, uncomfortable with this display of affection, especially at school.

The arms tightened. "I missed you a lot! And all you can say is 'Will you please let me go?'" He had forgotten how oversensitive the blonde was.

"I did not mean it like that Demyx. I dislike flagrant displays of affection, you know that."

"You haven't seen me in three years. And I'm not allowed to get one little hug?" he said, still offended and hurt.

With a sigh Zexion turned in his arms and quickly returned the embrace.

"I have to go to class." He mumbled breaking the hug and hurrying away, trying to ignore the fact that he could feel the heat from the blush that painted his cheeks.

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