The book which Zexion is reading in this is 'Inkdeath' by Cornelia Funke. It is completely irrelevant and was the closest book to me, which I grabbed while I was writing this.
If you are expecting hardcore yaoi then you are sadly mistaken. Its mostly just fluff.
Enjoy though and review please~
Zexion is on a 5 hour coach journey... but it seems that the most annoying guy ever has chosen to sit next to him. Demyx is everything that he hates, so why does Zexion feel so compelled to get to know him? Zexion/Demyx if you look hard enough. :)
An Unexpected Change
Chapter 1
Yawning, I settled myself in my seat and felt the air conditioning brush against the visible side of my face. This couch journey was going to be long, so thankfully I was comfy. I glanced at the clock when the driver was checking the last passengers' ticket. Exactly 7 o'clock. Perfect, no, on time. It was one of my pet hates when things were late. Just when I thought it couldn't get better, the last passenger walked right past the empty seat next to me. I smiled and closed my eyes, waiting for the soft rumble of the engine to begin.
"Waaaaaaaaait!" Oh lord. My eyes shot open at the shriek. An out of breath teenager skidded to a halt at the door to the coach. I took in his scruffy attire, spiked up mullet and baggy clothing and prayed that there was another spare seat apart from the one next to me.
"All right, Son. On you get," the driver told him, rubbing his nose.
"What should I do with this?" I pulled a face as I saw the teen pull out a guitar case from behind him. The driver grunted and went to put the guitar in the baggage compartment.
"Get on, get on. We're behind schedule now," moaned the driver.
A stab of annoyance hit me. Stupid boy. Although, a smirk passed my lips when he stumbled up the steps.
As he walked down the aisle, I shot daggers at him, obviously making the point that the seat next to me was not for him to occupy. But obviously, he didn't get the point, for he stopped beside me and rubbed the back of his head with one hand.
"Um… you mind if I sat here?" I winced at his bad grammar before sighing.
"Fine, fine, sit down. You're making us late. I can't stand being late." He hastily shoved himself in the aisle seat, probably trying to get on my good side.
Finally, the engine started and the coach pulled of the station. I glanced at the boy and caught a strange scent.
"You smell like the ocean," I stated, my tone emotionless. His, ironically, ocean blue eyes lit up as he grinned goofily.
"Thanks," He told me. It wasn't a compliment you idiot, "I'm Demyx, by the way."
Great. The last thing I want is a conversation with this foolish boy. I don't know why, but it slipped out, "I'm Zexion."
"Cool." He started to fidget and I felt another stab of annoyance. He was exactly the type to annoy me. Exactly the type I wasn't. Scruffy, disorganised, no common sense… 5 hours next to him? I need a distraction.
So I reached into my backpack at my feet and pulled out the book that I was currently reading. I felt his eyes on me as I turned to the page where my bookmark was. It was irritating. I read a few lines before turning my head to Demyx.
"Do you have anything better to do than watch me?"
He ruffled his light brown hair and looked thoughtful. Probably a rarity…
"Sorry, Zexy." He didn't notice me tense as he called me that, so he began to rummage in his own bag.
"Don't….call me that… ever." I spoke through clenched teeth.
"Found it!" He pulled out an mp3 player and big headphones. I could have guessed that he was a music junkie.
"Did you hear what I said?!"
"Yeah, Zexy, I mean, ah, sorry, I did it again, sorry," he took a breath with his eyes wild, "Sorry, Zexion."
I turned back to my book and said, "Thank you," but the headphones were already on his ears, so I doubt he heard me. Maybe now I could get some peace. I began to read again.
//"Promise me!" he had never asked her more fervently for anything. "Promise me that you'll stay in hiding. Never mind what happens. And if it all goes wrong then Meggie must try to read you back." Back where? To Elinor's house, where every nook and cranny reminded her of him? No, there was no going back without him. If Mo-//
"Demyx!"
I was brought out of my absorbed state and turned furiously to the teen. Music had begun to blast from the headphones at such a volume that they could probably hear it on the other side of the country. A heavy bass and electric guitar ripped through the air making me wince.
"Demyx!" I repeated. He continued to bounce his head to the beat. In a rage, I pulled the phones from his head. "Demyx!" He looked so taken aback.
"Yeah, Zex?" I took a deep breath to hold my temper together. He had no respect for anyone else, but his puppy dog eyes were forcing me to believe that he was innocent.
"Can you turn it down? I'm trying to read and all I can hear is that infernal racket!" I snapped, handing him his headphones back. He looked confused.
"Its not even on full volume though-"
"Its annoying. That's what it is." I cut in, "You're going to be deaf by the time you're 20."
He frowned. "Sorry…" he said as he fiddled with the settings on the mp3 player. I tuned back to my book.
//No, there was no going back without him. If Mo died in the-//
I was startled again as Demyx let out a surprised noise. "No way!"
I looked at him, "Do you take pleasure in irritating me, Demyx?"
"No, no! It's just, my mp3 player. It ran out of battery." His voice was so heartbroken. It's only music. I couldn't understand what he was so depressed at. He sighed, his entire body deflating and placed his things back in his bag. I ran my eyes over the band names that had been graffitied all over the surface of the turquoise rucksack.
// There was no going back without him. If Mo died in the Inkworld then-//
"Zexion?" I pulled a face and slammed the book shut.
"I give up. There is no way I can read this with you here." I placed the book back in my bag and heard Demyx's chirpy voice repeat again, "Zexion?"
"Yes?"
"I'm bored."
"Oh really?" I glanced at the clock at the front, "Well, only 4 hours and 35 minutes left, Demyx. Enjoy." I pushed the back of my hair up as he groaned and slumped.
"Zexy?"
"It's Zexion."
"Zexion?"
"Yes?"
"How old are you?"
I realised that I was going to have to put up with his annoying questions so I answered. "17."
He shot up. "Wow! Same!"
No. No way. He wasn't the same age as me. Someone so… so infuriating couldn't be. He acted like a child.
His questions continued, "Do you still go to school?"
"Yes. I plan to go to university as well."
He looked baffled. "Wow. Don't you get bored? I hated school…except music. I loved that." I saw something glisten in his eyes. " Do you get good grades or sumet?"
Wincing again at his language, I replied, "Straight A's."
"Woaaah! You must be so cleaver."
"I'm sure that if you applied yourself and studied then you would be the same."
"I doubt it…."
The conversation ended…for now.
I decided to watch the trees speeding past the coach through the window. Resting my arm against the glass, I began to think. Can I really survive another 4 and a half hours with this imbecile? Ok, that's harsh. He is so innocent. I bet he doesn't realise how frustrating he is.
"Zexion?"
"Yes?" I turned back to face the brunette again.
"So, how come you are going to London?"
"My sister is in a musical. I'm going to watch her." I explained, waving a hand.
"Cool! Aren't your parents going too?"
"My parents died four years ago."
My bluntness on the subject shocked him, and he blinked a few times before speaking. "Oh, so if your sister is in London, who do you live with?"
"My older brother. He's 20. Since our parents died it's just been the two of us. Don't look at me like that. Its not so bad with time." I trailed off as he looked thoughtful again.
"… I had a pet hamster once. It died when I was 10. I remember crying for days."
I groaned. Way to ruin the mood. I changed the conversation.
"What about you?"
"Me?"
"Yeh, why are you going to London?"
"My band are playing in a concert. All of them are already there. I missed the last train…" What a surprise. I rolled my eyes and he carried on, "I play the sitar."
"Sitar. Right…ok." I restrained myself from doing my trademark smirk.
He yawned and stretched. I leant back to avoid his arm reaching across me. Obviously he doesn't know about personal space either. He realised that I was holding my breath.
"What's wrong Zexy- Zexion?"
"I dislike people being close to me."
He smiled, "You sure are strange, Zexy."
I noticed that he didn't bother to correct himself that time. I glared at him before turning back to stare out of the window again.
"…Why do you have your hair like that?" He interrupted my thoughts.
"Like what?" I snapped.
"It's, like, all emo and stuff."
Another one of my pet hates. Calling my hair emo. The amount of times that I have had to explain that it simply does that on its own… I didn't respond to Demyx. The road outside was more interesting than where the conversation was going.
After a few, heavenly, minutes of silence, Demyx spoke again.
"I'm sorry, Zexy. Did I offend you?"
I sighed and sorted out my cuffs before looking at him. "No, you don't know any better. Just don't mention my hair."
"Ok… suits you though." Strangely, I felt my face flush. He yawned again.
"I'm so tired. It's too early."
Noticing that it was now nearly 8 o'clock, the usual time I wake up, I rolled my eyes and said, "Go to sleep. Then I might have some peace and quiet."
He nodded; eyes already closed and slumped in his seat. Soon I could hear his breathing get heavier, meaning that he was asleep. Thank god for that. I reached again for my book again and absorbed myself in its world.
//He heard a fluttering above him. Sparks sprang up in the blackness. The dark retreated as if someone were removing a blindfold from-//
A strangled cry escaped my lips as I felt Demyxs' shoulder fall onto my shoulder. Panic erupted inside me. I would never allow this to happen usually.
"Demyx?" I whispered, gently nudging his arm. No use. He was sleeping like a log.
I put my book on top of my bag, trying to move as little as possible, in order not to wake him.
Y'know, when he was asleep, he was less annoying. His face was so peaceful and rid of the stupid, goofy grin that was usually fixed there. My eyes drooped slightly. I'm tired? I can usually last for ages without sleep. Demyxs' personality must be contagious, I thought, before relaxing in my seat and falling deep asleep.