Author's Note:Well... I was bored and I really wanted to write some Zemyx-y stuff. I think this is quite good... If some kind people review, I might think about writing one more part for it... probably yaoi... Whoopee!

Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, any 'young children' who played it would be scarred for life. I don't own it.

I closed my eyes and bit my lips, trying to suppress a frown. Only Demyx was inept enough to call me that horrible abbreviation of my name. I wouldn't respond to it. Not as long as I kept my sanity. Here I was, sitting in the castle library, becoming engrossed in a book, and now he wanted me. I was well hidden; I had dragged an armchair into one of the most intimate corners of the cavernous room, hidden behind many huge shelves.

He was getting close now; I found myself able to breathe in his scent. It was a unique aroma, something I couldn't quite describe. It was pure, it was clean. He was the only person who smelt so different from absoluetely everyone. Marluxia smelt like roses, Axel smelt like burning and Xigbar smelt like the ocean (I suppose this is because he mentioned something about being a pirate in a previous life, and I had not yet figured out if this was true). And Xemnas... well... rearrange the letters in his name and you should figure out what he smells like...

"Zexy!" The voice was louder now. "I know you're in here, you book worm! I want to talk to yooooooou!"

Why was he always in such a good mood? You could insult him right to his face and he wouldn't care. Half the time he didn't even understand. But until he started calling me by my real name, I would remain silent.

His scent was a lot stronger now; and I knew he was right behind me. He seized my shoulders and shouted "Boo!". I didn't jump. I didn't even acknowledge his presence.

Demyx looked disappointed, or I'm sure he would have done if I had cared to look up from my book.

"Zexy? Are you... what's the word... paralytic?"

I fought back laughter and kept a neutral expression on my face.

"Actually, I think it's paralysed. Your not paralysed are you? Wait... have I died? Am I a ghost and you don't even know I'm here? Noooo- Oh wait... Aren't I kinda already dead? Are you ignoring me? Whhhhhy? What have I done? Zexy? Zexy?"

I still paid no attention to him, alarmed that it hadn't sunk in yet. Call me by my name and I'll speak to you.

"I will make you stop ignoring me. Even if I have to think about it."

He then tried to rack his brains for something that he thought might annoy me. Yeah. That was going to happen. He gasped in triumph.

"I know! This'll make you stop! Sexy Zexy. Sexy Zexy. Sexy Zexy..."

He continued saying this; it was just like a chant.

"Sexy Zexy. Sexy Zexy..."

Please stop saying it. What if I start believing it?

"Sexy Zexy. Sexy Zexy..."

Damn, he was right. This really was annoying me.

"Sexy Zexy. Sexy Zexy. Sexy Zexy..."

This wasn't about to stop any time soon. Knowing Demyx, it could go on for hours. I did not want to spend my whole afternoon ignoring him when I could be doing something more worthwhile, like reading. Maybe I knew one thing that would shut him up.

"Sexy Zexy. Sexy Zexy. Sexy Zexy. Se-"

He was cut off abruptly as I threw my book aside, grabbed the front of his coat and pulled his face down to mine, forcing my lips on his. I must say I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the sensation, as his lips were as soft as his personality. I didn't let it last for too long, and pulled away.

"Is that what you wanted?" He looked like he was in shock, and didn't answer. "Please leave me alone now."

His previously shocked expression had softened into a dazed look, and a silly smile spread across his lips. He nodded dumbly and stumbled off to God knows where. At least I had some peace.

I had a feeling that Demyx would come and see me tonight.

Yay! That was my 'first' fanfiction. Okay, I had a Brian Molko one that I put on Quizilla. And I'm trying to write a Yu-Gi-Oh! one. or two. Could be three. Anyway, I'm rambling!!

Did you like it? If you did, would you mind telling me? I'm sure Axel would be proud to take care of any flames I recieve (Damn, that's cheesy)...