Title: Realize My Name

Rating: PG

Warnings: mild language; my Word is sad and has no spell check. All it does is grammar for some reason…

Summary: The easiest way to tell your crush you like him is to know Axel.

Comments: Well, I'm starting to feel confident with writing and posting it but I think chapter fics aren't my strong suit. But I'd never thought that I'd like Drabbles either, cause I always come up with more. So…I think I'm just gonna set up a basic charater design and then follow it in everything I write…anyway, go on, read!

He's always known he was different. Not bad different, just different. And of course everyone knew. His mom had known since he was little and had wanted to join a syncronized swimming class. His friends knew from all the "hold me's!" and "huggles" he asked from them. But he didn't know until his date with a girl. It struck him after he had kissed her goodbye and closed the door for her. He realized that he wanted someone to kiss him goodnight and close his door. He wanted someone saying how cute he looked and how his laugh brightened up the day.

"Welcome to the dark side," said Axel, his college dorm-mate and a flaming gay. "Demyx, you're gay."

It all clicked: watching movies while pretending he was the princess getting swept off her feet or how he always wanted to feel the muscles of the boys in the locker room (six packs just looked so cool!); but the biggest give-away was his "so-not-a-crush" crush on his physics teacher: Professor Xigbar Freeshooter.

"It is NOT a crush Axel!"

"Uh huh. Then why do you giggle every time he winks at you?"

"Well—"

"And blush when he compliments your correct answer?"

"But—"

"Oh come on Dem! You felt his muscles when you ran into him in the hall!"

"So I think he's strong! That doesn't mean anything!"

Axel sighed. "I didn't want to do this, but it's time for the big-guns, brick-head." He reached into his bedside drawer, pushing aside various toys, and pulled out a small tape recorder.

Demyx's eyes widened and his face darkened as he listened to himeself panting, moaning, and worst of all, saying "yes professor," in a way too husky voice. Axel pressed the stop button as Demyx tried his best to reach this horrific abomination of his sub-consious.

"Sorry pal, but you either admit you like Mr. Badass or I deliver this sweet little admission to him myself; and he knows I'm your room mate."

Demyx's eyes swelled with tears. "Fine! You anacronism of a friend! I like Mr. Freeshooter—"

"—Xigbar," corrected Axel. "If you ever hope for any sort of romantic relationship you must call him by his first name."

"Whatever. Now give me that tape!" and he threw himself at Axel, but he dodged it and rant out the door, though the hallways of students and out into the courtyard, laughing and shouting "Too bad Demy! Shouldn't have been nicer to me! But hey, I'm actually doing you a favor!"

Demyx ran after after, angry tears running down his face, unaware of the crowd of observers gathering around the raucos. "Get back here you b-bastard! I'm gonna kill you if you—"

Trip. Splash. Sputter.

Demyx had tried to avoid running into someone and jumped, only to have that person dodge him so that he landed in the large fountain.

Defeated, with Axel no where to be seen, Demyx hit the water half-heartedly, accidently splashing a few people who eventually left. He sat there for about 10 minutes, just floating and trying to calm down. The water was soothing.

"Yo' know, Nocturne, it's against school rules to frolic in the fountain."

"I'm not frolicking, I'm floating Ax—" but as he sat up he found that it wasn't Axel who was grinning sheepishly down at him.

"Yes," he rubbed his chin thoughfully. "Axel. Not one to be trusted. But mind you he does have you're best interest at heart."

"Huh? I uh, don't understand professor—"

"Xigbar," the man held a strong hand out to Demyx. "The name's Xigbar."