"Why are you always playing that stupid thing?" Zexion asked Demyx, who was playing his sitar rather loudly.
"I have to Zexy, if I don't I'll loose all my musical Talent." Demyx protested, still strumming away. Demyx played a bit softer, hoping Zexion wouldn't mind his music.
Zexion instead made a very angry face.
"Just an hour of silence is all I want, and everyone around here is so very loud! Most of all you!!!" Zexion looked as if you could fry an egg on his face from how red it was.
Zexion walked over to the couch, sitting down next to Demyx. The only real reason he even hung out with this idiot was because despite his lack of any intelligence, Demyx was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. "You won't lose any musical talent, trust me, you have enough talent for the whole organization; and that's just in one strand of over-jelled hair!"
"Somebody's Jealous!" Demyx grinned. "It's okay Zexy. I could teach you if you want." The blonde's eyes lit up. He was so excited over the smallest thing. Zexion shrugged. He may as well let Demyx have some fun.
"Sure Dem, I'd love to learn. Just promise me you won't get distracted." Zexion looked over at Demyx and smiled. Demyx handed him the sitar.
"Okay put your right hand here…" Demyx positioned Zexion's right hand then his left. "…And your left hand here." Demyx positioned Zexion's hands. "Good now strum the strings." He said with a smile. A loud chord rang out in the halls. Zexion jumped a bit.
"WHAT THE HELL!? It sounded like a dying cow!!" Zexion shoved the Sitar away. Obviously music wasn't Zexion's thing.
"Now that sounded like a G chord." Demyx grabbed the Sitar and put it off the side. "Zexion you where doing fine." Demyx slipped his hand onto Zexion's chin. Leaning in he kissed the other mans lips softly.
"What was that for?" Zexion asked, his cheeks a light pink.
"For being such a good student!" Demyx replied while standing up. "Hey Zexy?"
"Yes Dem?"
"Let's do this again tomorrow! I'll teach you every Chord I know!" Demyx then left the room, Sitar in hand. Zexion just stared at the entrance way to The White Room. He had a strange feeling Demyx wasn't talking about the sitar.