The phone in his pocket vibrated gently. Demyx pulled out his phone and put it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Guess what, Demyx?"
"What, Mother?"
"You know my friend? You know the one I was talking about yesterday?
"Yes. And?"
"Well, her nephew is going to come down for a while."
"Doesn't her nephew have parents?" Demyx asked into the phone.
"Well, you see, his parents died when he was very young."
"How long is a while?"
"Oh, a year or two. Depending on if he likes it here."
"Where will he sleep?"
"That's why I was calling. You need to come home so we can move your stuff to the basement."
"You're kidding."
"You know I don't kid." She sounded serious now.
Demyx sighed. He knew better than to argue with his mother.
"Okay, I'm on my way." He said reluctantly followed by him hanging up.
"What's up, Demyx?" His friend Axel asked.
"My mom's friends nephew is coming down for a while and I have to go move all my stuff to the basement."
"Oh well that's okay. Well see you tomorrow. So when is this guy coming?"
"I'm not sure." Demyx answered.
"This ought to be interesting." Larxene inquired.
"See you tomorrow." Demyx said.
The rest of the group all mumbled their good byes, while Demyx set of toward his house.
Demyx had completed the task of moving all of his stuff to the basement just as he heard a car pull up.
"He's here!" His mom sounded thrilled.
'Why is she so thrilled?' Demyx said to himself.
Demyx walked upstairs slowly, taking his time. He was not very thrilled about this whole idea. He entered the living room, to see that his mom was already blabbering on about house rules and stuff.
Demyx examined the skinny figure that stood next to her. He was wearing a hood, so it was hard to see his hair. Though he did see silvery blue bangs covering most of his right eye.
"Demyx, this is Zexion."
"Um hi…" Demyx greeted him. Or at least tried, anyway.
Zexion just stood there, starring blankly with dead eyes.
"Okay I guess I'll show you your room." His mom said. She sounded proud.
She led Zexion to Demyx's room, where Zexion set his bags down on the ground. Then Zexion sneezed.
"Is he sick or something? If so I want to stay as far away as possible from him."
"Demyx!" His mom said in a serious tone. "Show some respect. Sorry, Zexion, please excuse my son."
Zexion just shrugged and sat on the bed.
"Well, I guess I'll go make dinner while you two get aquatinted."
She left the room and went in to the kitchen.
Zexion got up and walked over to his bag where he pulled out a huge book. Demyx could never read a book like that. Nor would he want to.
"That's a huge book! Are you going to read it all?" Demyx asked in surprise.
Zexion answered him with a shrug and look down at his book and started reading, giving Demyx the cold shoulder, followed by a sneeze.
"Do you want some medicine or something?" Demyx asked, trying to be polite.
He waited a minute before talking. "You know you could answer me."
Zexion gave him a glare that could of put out all the fire in the deepest pits of Hell, but was interrupted by a sneezing fit.
Demyx sighed. 'If this is how he wants to be treated than fine.' Demyx decided to himself and left the room
The next day
Yesterday had passed without much thought, because Demyx spent the rest of the evening alone, since Zexion wouldn't come out to eat dinner. Today all of his friends were going to meet at the plaza to meet Zexion.
"Hey guys." Demyx greeted them.
"Hey. So is this the new guy?" Axel asked.
"Yep. This is Zexion."
Zexion starred blankly at them.
"Seems kinda emo if you ask me. I mean look at his hair and that glare." Marluxia noted.
"Yes but he is cute," Larxene said.
"Wow, Larxene. I never thought you were straight." Lexaeus said.
The message had everyone laughing, except for Larxene who glared, and Zexion who continued staring at the ground.
"He doesn't talk much." Roxas said after their laughing fit.
"Yeah. I know. He hasn't said a work since he got here."
"Surprise surprise," Marluxia said. " I told you. He's emo."
Zexion sneezed.
"What is he sick or something?" Larxene asked, still glaring.
"I offered him medicine, but he just ignored me."
Zexion put his hood up.
"So what are we going to do today?" Axel spoke up.
" I don't know. What do you guys feel like doing?" Demyx answered.
"I'm hungry." Vexen whined.
"Vexen, why is the shape of your face so weird?" Axel asked out of pure randomness.
"Because I don't eat enough. So lets go eat." He said sarcastically.
"You guys want to eat at my house?" Demyx asked. "My mom isn't home. She won't care."
"Sure. Why not?" Axel said.
The others agreed.
"Hey, where did Zexion go?" Larxene said.
"Ah, who cares. He knows where he's going. He probably went back to the house." Demyx snorted.
"Don't you think you're being a little rough on him?" Roxas wondered out loud.
"No." Demyx said.
They entered the kitchen to find Zexion there, with a brown sugar pop tart half eaten.
"Ew. I hate brown sugar pop tarts." Vexen said.
Zexion stood up, threw his half eaten pop tart away, and walked back to the room he was staying in.