Woooo! I finished! The Anti-Zemyx Day One
Okay guys, here's the deal: Fourteen Days of the Anti-Zemyx is a two-week challenge where I update one chapter per day. Each chapter will be a mostly unrelated oneshot set in the same universe. I decided that this would be a fun idea (y'know, why not?), but I've never ever done or read something like this, so I'd like feedback please, on how I'm doing. It's not really Zemyx if they're not together, right? Highest rating will be T. No deaths :) Just mostly fluff and friendship, with light yaoi. NO AkuRoku.
Title: Won't You Please Turn That Down?
Genre: Humor
Rating: T
Summary: It's going to be a long Saturday...
A/N: Plot got lost in translation xD in the beginning at least. Translations at the bottom A.N. Enjoy!
The early morning sun gently cast her rays over the already-bustling city, and began tinting the clouds around her a gentle pink and orange. Cars were already backed up in traffic, their drivers irately waiting for the lights to change so that they could go to work.
It was six o'clock.
But while several people were already beginning their day early, in a three-story apartment nestled comfortably in a quieter part of the city, quite far from the lines of cars, none of the twelve tenants inside were awake yet. Gentle snores could be heard through the thin, painted walls as the sleepers enjoyed their first holiday morning off.
It was Saturday, and it was the first day of a week-long vacation for those attending Ansem University. Unfortunately for many, that also meant that they were assigned large, intimidating amounts of homework.
One of the tenants, a slate-haired young man named Zexion Evenson, had intended to tackle his workload as soon as everyone left for the day, but settled for snuggling deeper into his warm covers for the moment. His sixty pages of homework could wait.
Hours passed quietly, and before long, it was nine o'clock, and another person was stirring. He groaned and slowly blinked awake, wincing slightly as the bright light streaming in from the window attacked his eyes. He fluttered his long, fair lashes to nudge the sleep out of them, and reluctantly rolled out of his bed and onto the floor, wrapped about in his blankets like a caterpillar in a cocoon.
"Oof."
In a flash, he jumped up and threw the blankets off, awake and slightly disoriented. The sudden change of pressure left him seeing stars.
"Ugh...My head..." He shook it to dispel the last of the grasps of slumber, and looked down at his boxer-clad body before rolling his neck. The fair-haired youth walked over to his dresser and pulled out a shirt and some faded jeans and shrugged them on, and promptly went back to sleep.
He managed about two minutes before his idiot brother on the top bunk shook him awake.
"Roxas! Roxas, wake up!"
Roxas swatted his brother's hands away and curled up tighter into a little ball, and reached for the blankets that weren't there, groping blindly in midair before realizing that they were on the floor.
"What do you want, Sora?" he mumbled. Sora rolled his eyes and pouted his lips childishly.
"It's Saturday! Aren't we going to the arcades downtown? Remember? You promised." He made sure to add just enough of a whine at the end to bring forth pity instead of annoyance. He and his brother were planning to go downtown to have some fun for ages, but always something got in the way; Roxas, feeling bad for his younger brother, had promised to take him the first day of break, but as he was sleeping, they couldn't. Said older brother opened an eye and glared at the crestfallen boy for a moment before sighing and giving in. Even if he was not a morning person at all.
"Alright, alright, I'm up, I'm up," he said, and allowed himself to be dragged out of bed by his now-excited brother. Sora let out a shout of triumph and quickly sped downstairs to the first floor to grab some breakfast. He paused midway down the stairs, and walked back up.
"Er, Roxas?" The fair-haired youth's cerulean eyes, the exact same shade as his own, flickered sideways to his sibling. "I just remembered. I need to call Riku. And it's important. So yeah. Can you...?" Roxas nodded and cracked a small smile.
"Yeah, I'll let you talk to your boyfriend in peace," he teased as he left the room, shutting the door behind him, grinning at Sora's slight blush. Even with the wooden door closed, he could still hear Sora's indignant growl.
"I am NOT gay!"
The ten other people in the building slowly began their morning routines as one by one they woke up. On the top floor, three young high-school girls began sluggishly waking up as the sun kissed them through the open window, ignoring the white curtains fluttering gently in the passing breeze. The girl on the top bunk had short red hair, longer in the front than in the back; her roommate on the bottom bunk had black hair in an even cut, but near the same length as her friend's. In the room next door, a girl with long, pale blonde hair yawned awake and sat up on her bed, stretching her stiff limbs as she was released from the clutches of sleep. She carried the air of someone kind and sweet, but with a tiny, well-hidden mischievous side. She stood up and changed from her white lace (opaque) nightgown to a paint-splattered shirt with bellbottomed jeans to pair. After changing, the girl walked out of her room and into the others', and gently prodded the half-awake teens.
"Kairi? Xion? Wake up," she said in a soft voice. The girl on the top bunk groaned.
"Naminé, it's too early..." she mumbled into her pillow. Naminé smiled devilishly.
"Oh, Kairi, I'm sorry for waking you at eight past nine. I merely thought that, since we would be going shopping at noon, you'd like to get ready for––" Kairi quickly jumped off the top bunk and went straight to the vanity in the next corner of the room.
"Shoot, I forgot. Thanks!" she said with an easy smile, and began vigorously brushing her hair with a red hairbrush with Property Of Kairi Hikari scrawled on the back with a permanent marker, all the while softly humming a from her favourite band, The Gullwings. After a moment, she paused, and turned back to look at the blonde. "Er, could you wake my sister? I'd rather not get hit this early in the morning." Naminé smiled at the autographed Gullwings poster (tacked onto the wall with a strange assortment of nails, screws, and thumbtacks) she was looking at. To everyone living in the apartment, it was common knowledge that to wake a sleeping Xion meant risking getting hit by her, and the risk was great for everyone except––
"Scratch that, get her boyfriend to do it, will you? If you get hurt and miss the trip, that would seriously suck." The young blonde sighed and nodded, and began to leave the room when Kairi's voice called out again.
"And can you wake Larxene? Thanks!" She rolled her eyes and walked away, taking care to close the door as she passed her room and went to Larxene's.
I think she's already awake, though...
Larxene Foudre was a twenty-four year old woman as quick-tempered and sharp-tongued as her last name implied. She worked as a waitress at some bar downtown, but did many other odd jobs besides (none of which she would explain to the younger tenants, leading Sora to guess, to the amusement of the adults, that she worked as an undercover spy), as well as act as a chauffeur for her three young friends (or often-tolerated-acquaintances) occupying the rooms next door in the large house. She enjoyed leisurely mornings, but was normally awake before anyone else.
Naminé knocked on the door thrice and waited for an answer. After none came, she gingerly opened the door and walked in, blushing pink once her brain registered the scene before her.
Larxene was not alone in her bed: she lay curled up against a larger, muscled and bare-chested pink-haired man. Naminé immediately looked away and focused her attention to the floor. The tan-coloured fake wood had extremely interesting patterns, something she had never noticed before. She stood in the doorway and cleared her throat.
"Um, Miss Foudre?Are... are you awake? Today's the shopping trip at noon, and Kairi..." The blonde woman shifted underneath her covers and moaned.
"I told you, it's Larxene, there's no Miss in front of my name until I get married; and like hell I am. Yeah, I'm awake. I'm just laying here since it's warm and so comfortable..." Naminé's blush deepened in colour, earning her a smirk from the woman.
"I don't need to know, thanks," she said timidly. "I'll, uh, be downstairs." She quickly left and closed the door behind her. The man lying next to Larxene shifted as well, placing a soft, tired kiss on her lips as he opened his blue eyes and stroked down her face with the back of his palm slowly.
"You know, when you get married, it will be Mrs, not Miss." Larxene snorted as she leaned into his touch.
"You mean if I get married."
The blonde teen quickly went down three sets of stairs and entered the den of the house. Her blue eyes quickly scanned the room as she looked for Xion's boyfriend. She smiled when she saw Saix, a quiet, intimidating blue-haired man with a scarred face sleeping peacefully on the couch. It was only when he was sleeping, and rare times besides, when he did not bring forth a slightly frightened reaction from him. But he was not who she was looking for.
Naminé searched the living room, kitchen, and dining room before she finally found her target.
In one of the six cars parked outside, a dark-haired man, with his locks styled into gravity-defying spikes, lay asleep in the backseat of his Corvette. The girl sighed in exasperation and tried opening a door.
It was locked.
She pulled again, though she knew it was no good, and resorted to knocking -loudly- on the windows.
"Vanitas? Vanitas! Wake up! Please?" The figure inside did not move, and Naminé seriously considered just going back upstairs and prodding Xion awake with a yardstick, when suddenly a dark-haired man with impossibly spiked hair walked up behind her, lowering his lips to her right ear.
"I've been awake, you silly girl. It's so strange how, while your voice is so soft, it can get loud when you want it to. Try not to break my car's windows with your knocking," he murmured in a silky voice. Naminé jumped and whirled around.
"V-Vanitas! But––" Vanitas straightened up and grinned, before reaching into a pocket of his black leather jacket and taking out a key. Wordlessly, he unlocked his car's doors and reached in, roughly grabbing the person by his neck and bringing him out.
"This," he said, pulling it up so that it hung from his hand, "is a mannequin made to look exactly like me. That way," he thrust the mannequin back into the car and shut the door, locking it, "no one steals my car. What did you want?"
Naminé stared at the life-like mannequin, nearly identical to Vanitas (though with plastic skin, a fake leather jacket, and permanently closed eyes), and shivered, before remembering that Vanitas was still there (and he had an extraordinary thin sense of patience) and looked up at him.
"Oh. Will you wake Xion, please? I'm going to go make breakfast..." she trailed off and stared at him strangely. "Where were you anyways? I couldn't find you inside the house."
Vanitas merely smirked again and crossed his arms.
"That might be due to the fact that I wasn't in the house. I was sleeping on the roof: the stars were bright last night." He laughed at Naminé's expression of surprise and walked away, entering the house, to wake his girlfriend up. She stared after him before giving the mannequin one last glance and followed him in.
Naminé was surprised to find that there was someone else already in the kitchen. Zexion, the college junior, and her unofficial friend/boyfriend (as they weren't dating, but seemed like they were. And it wasn't quite friends-with-benefits, as they both opposed the idea), was busy cooking...something. It smelled delicious, whatever it was, and she unconsciously stepped closer. Zexion turned around and looked down at her, a slight smile playing at his lips.
"Don't I even warrant a 'hello'?" he asked. Naminé blushed and immediately looked down.
"Sorry. Good morning, Zexion," she amended politely. Zexion nodded and turned back to the stove.
"Good morning, Naminé. Would you like some peppers in your omelette? They're quite fresh." The blonde nodded, and, realizing he couldn't see her actions, voiced her thoughts.
"Yes, please. Would you like some help?" Zexion turned back to her and smiled, shaking his head.
"No, thank you. At least, not with cooking. Would you mind calling Roxas down?" Naminé smiled and shrugged, before leaving the kitchen and bumping into Sora's brother.
"O-oh. Sorry. Hi, Roxas," she said embarrassedly. Roxas gave her a small smile before walking past her and standing next to Zexion.
"Yeah?" Zexion rolled his eyes at the youth's impudence.
"Would you like your toast buttered or spread with marmalade?" Roxas shrugged.
"I don't care. Anything's fine, thanks." He moved away and sank down into an overstuffed purple armchair (the fabric clashed horribly with his hair) and stared at nothing, his face the utter picture of boredom.
Zexion shook his head and sighed, before balancing several plates on his hands and arms and moving to the dining room to place them. He also took out forks, knives, and spoons, as well as coffee mugs for those who drank the beverage, and clear glasses for those who didn't.
Naminé watched in fascination as Zexion quickly served food onto most of the plates. Sora's, Saix's, Vanitas's, Marluxia's, and Larxene's he left empty. She looked at him curiously as he wiped down the counters in the kitchen.
"What's with the breakfast today?" she asked, and winced.
That was so not the right way to word it...
Zexion stood up and looked at her impassively.
"Do you not like your food? Perhaps you wanted something else?" Naminé shook her head quickly.
"No! I mean, that's not what I meant. What I said... it came out wrong. I meant... why are you cooking breakfast for us? You don't normally, so... not to sound rude, but why are you so nice?"
Zexion folded his arms across his toned chest (slightly visible underneath his band t-shirt) and gave her a tiny smirk.
"I understand what you're asking. Why? I made breakfast for most of us because everyone except me will be going somewhere today, and they should leave feeling reasonably fed. I also know that since everyone will be gone, I will be able to focus all of my attention on finishing my homework today and enjoying the rest of break without the worry of procrastinating. Your omlette is getting cold."
Naminé blinked for a moment as Zexion's words processed through her mind and she blushed.
"Oh! Sorry. Thank you." She walked over to her seat and began eating her breakfast, smiling as the burst of colourful flavour warmed her mouth.
"This is delicious, Zexion!" she said happily, and began eating some more, but stopped when she noticed the seat in front of her was lacking a plate. Or any utensils, for that matter.
"Zexion... won't you eat breakfast?" He shook his head.
"Why not?"
"I'm not hungry. Eat up, Naminé. Xion's about to walk downstairs with him." Naminé didn't question how he knew such things (it was a normal occurrence by now; he had very fine-tuned senses) and continued eating. Sure enough, two dark-haired people entered the living room, smiling and laughing.
"Good morning, Naminé!" greeted Xion cheerfully. It was hard to believe that this was the same girl who would (albeit accidentally) slug anyone waking her up in the morning. Vanitas gave the blonde a small, knowing smile. She blushed the shade of a light-pink rose.
"Hey, Morning Angel. Did your boyfriend cook all this?"
"Zexion made it, yes. Xion, where's Kairi?" Xion made an exasperated gesture.
"She's getting dressed. Again. お姉ちゃん can't make up her mind on what she wants to wear to go shopping." Xion gave an apologetic smile and gasped as the scent of breakfast reached her nose.
"It smells so delicious!" Xion and Vanitas sat down in their seats; Xion muttered a hasty "いただきます" before picking up her chopsticks and taking a bite of the freshly-cooked rice with the fresh fish, smiling as she swallowed.
"おいしいよ, Zexion!" She hadn't noticed that she had fallen back into her native tongue, but Zexion understood several languages and thus replied in perfect Japanese:
"ありがとう. どうぞ, ごゆっくり."
Vanitas rolled his eyes.
"Show off." Naminé smiled. The college sophomore had no room to talk. Zexion cast Xion's boyfriend an amused glance.
"Surely you must have known that your Asian girlfriend speaks Japanese? Do you not know any of her tongue?" Naminé both winced and grinned at the accidentally bad choice of words. Vanitas smirked.
"Oh, believe me, I know plenty about her tongue. How warm and–– " Naminé sneezed into her shoulder to stop Vanitas from continuing.
"––bless you––but as for language, I only know a few words. Still, Xion speaks English, so it's okay." Zexion merely raised an eyebrow and looked to the staircase. Two more people came walking down. One, with impossibly spiked scarlet hair ludicrously higher than Vanitas's, and the other with a dirty-blond mullet-hawk, with a few individual strands falling into his face.
"Good morning, Axel, Demyx," Naminé greeted politely. Axel smiled and gave her a two-fingered salute.
"Yo. Something smells good." Demyx smiled happily at Naminé.
"Hey, Nams! You didn't come wake us up this morning! That was really strange of you. 'Coz of that, Axel woke me up." He gave a mock-shiver, flicking a grin at Axel, who rolled his eyes and sat down in his chair, but then got up as he noticed Roxas dozing off in the armchair. He walked over, tickled him awake, and led him to the table to eat. Sora's brother gave the redhead a glare (Axel grinned back cheekily) before eating the toast Zexion had made for him.
The young blonde bowed her head.
"I'm sorry. I was a little... preoccupied." Demyx shook his head and sat down next to Zexion's chair.
"Nah, it's cool. At least he didn't wake me up like he did on Christmas––"
Naminé quickly stifled her laughter with her hand; it wouldn't do to burst out into giggles about the atrocious event that happened almost nine months ago, and it certainly wouldn't do to even think of that subject during a meal. Her blue eyes glanced at the temporary cook.
Zexion seemed to be having trouble not laughing as well, though he hid it behind another mask of slightly reproachful boredom.
"Wrong thing to be thinking about during breakfast, Demyx. Axel, syrup for your pancakes?"
The redhead took the maple syrup with a muffled "Fanks" (his mouth had some food in it) and promptly drowned his breakfast in it.
Xion looked mortified ("You're ruining the breakfast!"), as did Naminé, but Axel merely ignored them with a knowing smirk on his face. As he ate, Saix got up from his place on the couch and went upstairs to the second-floor bathroom to wash up. Not five minutes later, he came back down and wrinkled his nose at the overwhelming scent of sweetness.
"Only you would use that much sauce on your pancakes, Axel," he said stiffly. The redhead looked up from his half-empty plate.
"'It's syrup, you moron, and besides, who cares? It's my money and my health. Have some breakfast, Sai." Reluctantly, Saix sat down two seats away from Naminé and reached for an apple.
"Speaking of money," piped up Demyx, who had already polished off his bacon and eggs; "what's up with the rent this month? We've got what, ten days left?" Xion and Vanitas swiftly left the table (Vanitas with a breadroll still in his mouth), much to the amusement of Roxas.
"Hah. Freeloaders." Demyx gave a faintly disappointed face.
"Don't call them that," he said. He mused for a moment, and his face lit up comically (Naminé, Axel, and Zexion couldn't resist laughing) as he thought of something. "Call them non-payers. And call Vanitas a minor. He hates that."
"Yeah, well, he doesn't look like one anymore, so it's hardly working in our favour," pointed out Axel over a cup of apple juice. Demyx shrugged and Zexion rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, back to the topic at hand: seeing as the Kairi's and Xion's godfather is paying half of our bills, we're left with the other half, yes? And Saix, seeing as you're his assistant, you know that to be true." The scarred man nodded slowly.
"Yes, Mr. Xemnas is paying exactly half of our bills: no more, no less." Axel nodded thoughtfully.
"And I've got my job, yeah? So we've got that money... And The Lovely Couple are bringing home money as well... Hey Zex, you still have your job?" Zexion narrowed his eyes.
"Of course..." The redhead ignored the suddenly hostile waves of aura flowing his way and quickly counted up the total on his fingers.
"So... If Demyx plays on the streets for at least five nights and gets over ten dollars a night, or gets a job at the café and gets paid fifteen dollars an hour... we'll have just the right amount for this month's." Roxas groaned.
"We'll be short on money again? See, this is what happens when you invite your brother over to play a video-game marathon with the rest of us!" Axel laughed at the memory.
"Oh, but wasn't it fun? I beat you in most of the games! And when we teamed up, remember how long we played?"
"That's my point. We played too long, and now our electricity bill's higher than last. We might be ShinRa's favourite customers with all their bills!"
"Hey, Ax, isn't Reno like, your brother? And doesn't he work at, like, ShinRa?" Kairi, who had entered unnoticed into the dining room whilst they were conversing, suddenly asked the redhead. Zexion took out a ladle from the kitchen for Kairi's breakfast of Chinese soup. She struck a posture that showed off her outfit for the day: a black, off-the-shoulder Gullwings t-shirt hugging her figure snugly with a white tanktop underneath, paired with frayed, designer skinny jeans and silver-buckled black flats, as well as a black choker with a small, heart-shaped charm with Gullwings Aren't Just Goth engraved on it. Naminé wondered for a moment just how many outfits Kairi had gone through before she picked this one. As soon as Saix saw Kairi's shirt, he left the table and went upstairs. The redheaded man watched his friend leave, then nodded, and Kairi winked at him.
"So, maybe he's trying to––" She grinned as Axel put up his hands. He knew perfectly well of what she was about to ask, and hated her Reno/conspiracy theories.
"We are not going there."
"Going where?" Everyone turned to look around as Sora entered the picture. Kairi opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Sora swayed on the spot and clutched at his head. Roxas stood up slowly and watched his brother carefully: sometimes his brother had 'attacks', and he would suffer excruciating headaches from a minute to up to an hour. Roxas used to suffer the exact same thing, but hadn't had an episode for years. Zexion unfolded his arms and stepped a little closer, and Kairi's hand went to her mouth from fright. Demyx stood up as well.
"I have a headache..." mumbled Sora weakly as he placed one hand against the wall for support. Tough serious the situation was, Axel couldn't resist slipping in a little joke: he hated serious atmospheres, and it was practically his job, no, his calling in life to cheer others up when situations were bad, even if it was only to make things more comfortable for him.
"No sex for you tonight," he smirked lightly, though from some eyes, it merely looked like a mischievous grin. Naminé got the joke and laughed softly. Sora glanced at Axel in confusion.
"What?" Zexion quickly hit the redhaired man's head with the handle of his ladle ("Ow!" Axel rubbed his head ruefully, but grinned. Sora's look of confusion was worth it!).
"Nothing," the slate-haired man said smoothly. "He just said 'no Mex' for you tonight. We were discussing how we might all go out for dinner before you walked in, and if you have a headache, the spicy food might make it worse."
"Are you s––"
"Yes. Eat your breakfast, Sora. We've got your favourite cereal." Demyx grinned as Sora sat down next to Roxas and began pouring milk onto his cornflakes, and did a little gesture with his head, bouncing his mullet-hawk a little.
"Great cover up," he whispered to the handsome junior. Zexion shrugged.
"It was just good timing." Speaking of which, how much longer til they all leave? He glanced at the Mickey Mouse clock hanging on the wall, and gave it a skeptical look. It read as eleven-o-six.
Surely it hasn't been that long? A sudden snap returned him to reality.
Naminé snapped her pale fingers as she realized why Roxas was upset about the money being stretched thin.
"You're going to the arcades today!" Roxas nodded.
"I know." Kairi giggled into her apple pie, the leftover dessert from the previous night. Naminé tapped her chin thoughtfully before speaking again.
"If you need money, I could give you some of mine, or you could use yours, and I'd make up for it by selling some paintings at the faire..." Roxas looked unsure, and fiddled with the corner of his napkin as he considered her words. Axel shook his head comically.
"Oh, come off it, Roxas! If you're going to the arcades, then just spend your money! We'll find a way to pay those bills, and besides, we all know how brilliant Naminé's paintings are! They'll be sure to be sold. So go ahead and make your brother happy." Roxas's mouth quirked into a line. Axel had a point, but he'd feel guilt if he took out money just for their day of two...
Zexion rolled his eyes at the blond's indecision, and decided to make up his mind for him. He pointed his ladle to the elder of the brothers.
"Roxas, since I know for a fact Axel's job begins at twelve-thirty, here's what you'll do: Axel will drive you to the game center and will make sure you buy a bucket of coins to spend. I'll talk to Cid and he'll let me work longer if he needs my help at the carshop. So no guilt, understood?"
Sora punched the air in happiness (his episode had ended quite a few minutes ago) and hugged his older brother gratefully as Roxas agreed to the plan (Axel had protested for a moment, but agreed as well once Zexion reminded him who made his breakfast).
Xion and Vanitas returned from outside at the same time Larxene and Marluxia walked down from the third floor. Without thinking, Zexion's aquamarine eyes flitted to the clock. Eleven-twelve. He could wait.
Larxene's slicked back bright blonde hair looked perfect as usual, and her two signature strands of hair styled into their distinctive antennae-like positions. She had a soft blush gracing her doll-like face, and wore a black, form-fitting jacket with a large hood attached, along with blue jeans and a white tanktop with a single rose embroidered onto the hem. Marluxia wore his hair naturally, ruffled and pink, with wisps curling at the ends, and had worn an old white shirt with a pink and green scythe printed on it. He wore tan gardening pants as well, and he too had a healthy pink glow on his face. Vanitas smirked.
"Well, even if this house-apartment-thing of ours has thin walls, it's amazing how well you two muffle yourselves." Xion elbowed her boyfriend lightly, and muttered something about speaking of such things was not polite.
By now, brunch had finished, and Roxas and Sora were cleaning up the plates. Zexion told them to leave the fruit and bread baskets, as well as some other dishes, in case anyone was hungry.
"Roxas? What does cousin mean?" The blond hurriedly shook his head.
"It's nothing, Sora. Get ready to go, we leave in ten minutes."
Demyx laughed at Vanitas's comment, and pointed out how both of them were blushing.
"It was hot..." Larxene said as she helped herself to a pear; Marluxia chose a breadstick instead. Axel smiled at her words and for once, did not say anything teasing.
"C'mon, Roxas, Sora. We should go soon." At his words, Naminé glanced at the clock as well.
"Shoot. Larxene, will you still drive us, please?" Xion and Kairi walked to the blonde woman (who had finished her fruit and began eating strips of bacon by hand as the brothers had already cleaned up the plates) and gave them their sweet, winning smiles. Larxene eyed them both and nodded as she chewed.
"Marluxia comes, though, sweetheart," she added as she swallowed. "If your boy-toy's comin', Xion, then he'll have to squeeze in with you." Marluxia poured some orange juice into a cup and drank it, when Demyx asked him a question.
"Why doesn't Vanitas drive you to the shopping mall?" The dark-haired youth raised an eyebrow as Marluxia gave an amused gesture of ask-him-not-me.
"Because Vanitas doesn't want the people over there to steal his car, that's why. Vanitas doesn't trust the people downtown."
"Vanitas, why are you speaking in third person?" Xion looked confused, but Vanitas silenced her with a kiss. Demyx pretended to gag, laughed, and went upstairs.
"Because. You ready to go?"
"Yes. Larxene says after she finishes brushing her teeth we'll leave."
Zexion sighed as gradually, everyone left the house.
Finally. And not a moment too soon. He still had sixty pages of homework left, and wanted to enjoy his relaxing weekend to the fullest without worrying about deadlines.
He sat at his second-hand mahogany desk in his room on the second-floor and stared at his papers. Most of them were essays to be written, but there were some fill-in-the-blanks and vocabulary homework.
Relatively easy. If I have complete silence and everyone stays out until at least seven, I can probably finish...
He got through two pages when suddenly, loud rock music began playing from somewhere downstairs.
"What––?" Mentally, he ticked off who it could have been.
Axel was at work, as was Saix; Roxas and Sora were at the game center; Larxene, Marluxia, Naminé, Xion, Kairi, and Vanitas were at the mall... Damnit. Of course. Zexion groaned.
Demyx was playing his music on the stereo in the den.
What happened to my silence? My pure, wonderful, golden quietness?
"DEMYX! That's quite loud, would you mind turning that down?" There was no reply, but that was to be expected. Zexion sighed and continued trying to complete his homework, until the singer began screaming into the mic. Zexion covered his ears: he was not a fan of screamo.
"Demyx! Would you PLEASE turn that infernal music down?"
The music got even louder in response.
Zexion's head met the desk with a dull thud. It was going to be a long Saturday...
Demyx had been a-jammin' to his new CD from his favourite band, Wave Gigs, when suddenly there was a figure standing there in the doorway, someone who hadn't been there moments before.
It was Zexion, and he did not look happy at all. His arms were crossed, and he was leaning against the whitewashed wooden doorframe with a look of annoyance on his face: his aquamarine eyes lacked warmth, and his lips were set in a firm, thin line. Demyx frowned and twisted his lithe body from its position on his back on the sofa to one of him propped up on his elbows and looking at his guest.
"I'm honoured that you've graced me with your presence, Zexion," he said with a teasing note in his voice. "How can I help you?"
Zexion raised an eyebrow and moved his lips, but Demyx heard nothing. Snatching up a remote from the coffee table, he immediately turned the stereo from ninety to ten, propped himself back up on his elbows on the sofa's arm, and repeated his question. Zexion gave him an annoyed look.
"I said, would you mind turning your infernal music down? Use earphones or something please. I'm trying to do homework." Demyx's mouth fell open.
"Are you crazy? It's the first day of break! And what do you mean, infernal? Respect the classics, man!" Zexion laughed, a harsh, short, mirthless laughter.
"Beethoven, Mozart, and Chopin created classics. Michelangelo created classics. Da Vinci created classics. But what you're listening to is merely annoying and distracting, and I can't concentrate on my work."
"Whaaat? Aww, cmon! They're not as bad as you say!"
"How many other people do you know who like Wave Gigs as much as you do?"
"Several!" Zexion's mouth twitched into a skeptical smile.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. And I won't name them, because then you might go after them, too!" Demyx knew he sounded a little bit whiny, but in all honesty, he enjoyed their bickering. It came so rarely. Zexion rolled his eyes.
"No, I wouldn't. But keep it down, please? It's quite annoying." Demyx grinned.
"Your opinion. You could do with learning how to loosen up, Zex. I could help with that," he said with a wink. Zexion shook his head and left.
At least the music was softer now. Maybe now his homework would get done.
A/N: Translations: Older sister; [Japanese form of Grace]; It's delicious!; Thank you, please, enjoy.
Whoa! This was wayyy longer than I originally had planned O.o I have no idea why. It was supposed to be much shorter... So! What did you think? Good, bad, any errors? Funny? Personally, I thought the humour was muted (eh...), but I'd love to hear your opinion! See you tomorrow!