A/N: Well... This is the first time I've written something like this. I guess you could call this my REAL comeback fic, but I'm not too sure. Either way, I suppose this is a drabble... though I'm still not too sure about the parameters set for those... Whatever! Enjoy the damn fic! XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. But I sorely wish I did. Then I'd give the characters as a gift to the people I worship.
Dedication: To the people I worship.
Edit (Sunday, December 30, 2007): Shit. I realized just now that this fanfic sports the same name as one authored by A Spot of Bother. I'm here just to let you know I did not name this fanfic after that one. I named it after a song by Gackt. (Which is really good song and I totally recommend it.) But I repeat: I did not name this fanfic after A Spot of Bother's fanfic by the same name.
Edit (Monday, December 31, 2007): Ho'shit. 112 hits, four reviews, and two C2 adds. It may not seem like a lot to you, but to me, it is. Thanks everyone. You rock!!
Zexion offered silence.
Demyx loved to talk. He would fill the silence his constant companion provided. Happy, meaningless chatter, meant to distract the slate-haired teen from his dark musings. And Zexion listened.
Zexion offered wisdom.
Demyx wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Zexion realized Demyx had a crush on Naminé before the blonde did himself. He told Demyx to tell the petite artist. Demyx did so. And the two started dating.
Zexion offered comfort.
Months passed. And Naminé broke up with the lithe sitarist. Demyx cried. And Zexion held him. Soothed him. Whispered calming nothings in the other's ear. Demyx listened. Demyx moved on. Life continued.
Zexion offered pain.
He was avoiding Demyx like the plague. And he was aware of this. But he didn't see the pain in Demyx's eyes as he pushed his friend farther and farther away. It pained both of them. But it pained Zexion most. Because Zexion had fallen for the blonde boy.
Zexion offered longing.
There were so many things he longed to do to Demyx. But the blonde went on blissfully unaware of the slate-haired teen's desires. But Demyx had his own desires. He longed for Zexion. He longed for his best friend to reciprocate his feelings. Because the Demyx had fallen for the quiet teen.
Zexion offered love.
He finally worked up the courage to tell Demyx. He was prepared for the worst. After all, he had been the one to get Demyx and Naminé together. But what he did not expect was the gentle meshing of lips, chaste, but not for long. Demyx returned his feelings. And Zexion was beyond happy.
Zexion offered his soul.
And Demyx welcomed it.
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