DNOKH.
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Zexion had never drank anything in his life.
And in truth, he never actually planned on drinking anything, it was just that, when Xigbar came barging into your room with a loaded shotgun... Well.
You usually do whatever the fuck he says.
So, on this night, when Xiggy decided to use this 'power' on our darling schemer to get him to play some random ass beer games with the 'gang', that consisted of him, Xaldin, Luxord, Lexaeus, and... Saix? Zexion really didn't have a choice.
That was his excuse and he was sticking to it.
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"Consume!"
Zexion simply stared at the shot glass in front of him, filled to very brim with some harsh smelling vodka. Switching his gaze from the glass to the five faces in front of him, he asked, in a very meek voice, "Do I really have to?"
His ears caught sound of something that sounded very suspiciously similar to a shotgun being loaded. So, with a sigh, and a gulp, the petite blunette grabbed hold of the cool glass, and quickly dumped the burning liquid down. Wincing as it 'slid' down his throat. Someone then decided to be 'kind' and handed him the chase, which was a simple can of pepsi.
When he finished that, the group gave a giant 'whoop!' (Yes, even Saix) before filling the glass again, grinning, and sliding back over to the paling boy.
With a small whimper, Zexion wondered what he had done to deserve this...
"Consume!"
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Demyx really didn't know why he was up at 3 in the morning. Maybe it was because of all the yelling coming from Luxord's room, or because of the noise coming from Axel's room. (He really wasn't as naive as most people thought, he just found that 'topic' embarrassing and forced himself to be 'oblivious' to it.) Or, maybe it was because of the fact he didn't have any supper so he was hungry.
Yeah.
That was probably it.
"Nnnn, oh.. Axell~"
That had to be it.
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Stealing some of Xigbar's stealth moves, Demyx slipped silently out of his room, opening his door only enough so he could squeeze through. He wasn't sure why he was keeping quiet, when-
"HAHAHAHA! DUDE, SAIX, AWESOMEEE!"
-everyone else in the castle didn't seem to be.
With a small shake of his head, the proclaimed 'baby' of the organization began his slow descent to the kitchen, where there just had to be leftovers. After all, Xaldin made it seem like he cooked for a fucking army of a thousand instead of thirteen.
The sitarist had made it only as far as the stairs that sat not to far from his room before a loud 'smash' was heard, whipping around in fear, (He thought that someone was coming out the get mad at him) Demyx could only stare in amazement as the appearance of Zexion.
What is he doing up..?
"Demyx!" The blunette called, had he not been swaying, he would've have sounded superior.
"Y-Yes?" Demyx answered, snapping out of the small daze the appearance of his 'secret' crush had put him in.
Taking a deep breath that caused him to tilt backwards a little bit, Zexion threw himself at the un-expecting musician and yelled, "Roses are red, violets are fine! I'll be the six, if you be the nine!"
Demyx wasn't too sure how to respond to that.
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rar.
My first Zemyx.
That is like... Made of fail.
TwT
OH WELL.
If you found this was not made of epic fail, please review. If you did, helpful critique would be much appreciated.
At least I only have 3 more stories to go..