Here is my first fic ever. I hope that it's worth reading.
"what's wrong, Zexion?" Demyx asked for the hundredth, irritating, time that hour, and yes, I do keep count of the amount of times that specific people say certain things, like Axel's, "got it memorized?"'s, and Roxas', "I'M NOT SORA!"'s, and Sora's, "I'M NOT ROXAS!"'s. Back to this story, I swear that he somehow managed to keep at least some part of his heart, my support for this theory is that no one could possibly show this much concern (or could it be affection?) using only memories as a guide… what was he talking about now? "why don't you ever answer me.!?" That is another thing that he is saying to me a lot, guess I should answer him this time, "because you are asking to many questions that I am not obliged to answer." There, that should shut him up for some time… oh great, now he's crying, what should I do to comfort, wait why am I wanting to comfort him? He's annoying, and doesn't know how to shut-up! What makes me feel, no, not that, I can't feel anything without a heart, can I? I wouldn't be able to know without checking the lexicon… why can't he stop blubbering! Oh great now he's on my lap… what is he trying to do, get me even more annoyed? now he's crying on my coat. Oh well, I needed a new one anyway, it's just grey now, hmmm, I wonder if Vexen has something in his lab that could help him? I should check, just have to port out of here with an illusion left behind so that he doesn't notice anything different.
Now that I'm here… where did he put his potions? Ah! There they are now which one is it that would work best..? happy spray? No he uses that to take care of his, uh, well, urges (A/N hope you know what I mean….), that should work, so definitely not for him, knowing him, he's never even had one of those urges before. Oh well, hmmm… oh great, now he's in here, now I have to explain myself. "Demyx has turned on the water works again..." I said to his then un-asked question, "again?" his reply, mine, "nooo, he just invented a new move that makes his eyes overflow with salty water." I love sarcasm. He was saying something again.
"..en take this, it'll…" I started to ignore him then, he's monologing again about his great and marvelous potion, which was probably just an adaptation of his last great and marvelous potion, I swear, he monologues even more after every one of his marvelous inventions, "thank you and I shall be taking that now." I told him and tried to grab it from his hands, but he pulled it up at the last second, using my miserably low stature against his insane height, "not until I at least tell you it's warnings first, it causes…" I once again stopped paying attention to him as he started to monologue all of the possible side-effects. "and that should be all of them," he finally, almost finished up, "except for one thing that has so little a chance of happening that it isn't worth mentioning, but! Should it happen, it will take about a day to take effect." Wait. what? That's odd, he never leaves any possibilities un-told, no matter how little a chance it had happening, he's plotting something, I just know he is, oh well, if it'll work, who cares… whatever will get the nocturn to stop crying. "thank you, can I go now?" "m-hm" was his reply, already fiddling with his heaters and beakers, and who-knows-what-else.
I ported back to where my illusion had been for a while. "Demyx? would you like some coffee?" I asked him. "muhh?" it turns out he had cried himself to sleep. Again. He seems to have stopped for a while. But he started crying as soon as he looked at me again. "w-why d-don't-t you sniff sniff l-like m-meeeeeeeee!" ooooooh dear, now he's even worse, "if you let me get up, I could get you something to drink, would you like that?" "sniff maybe…" oh, so now he's sulking. At least he decided to sit up, looking like some sort of kicked puppy. I got up and got him a very ironic cup of coffee, the mug had an ontemontepia-ic sun on it, I only drank, and served, iced coffee, it was laced with the potion of whatever he had called it. I gave it to the annoying sitar-ist , and he thankfully drank it like it was some sort of elixir of life, which it was, for me at least, he was starting to give me another headache, I detest those things. And he calmed down almost immediately, "thanks Zexion, I think I'll go back to my room and write a song!" He left me with an empty coffee mug, and a still wet coat, oh well, time for me to go back to my room and get a new one.
T.B.C.
…I hope that it's enjoyable…
And, I will not just have this be a one-shot. It shall continue! Even if no-one likes it.--
As a last note, this is all his thoughts that are written down automatically in the lexicon, and it is completely unavoidable for Zexion to have this happen, however since he is the only person who can read and understand it, he doesn't have to worry about anyone knowing why or how he does things, the lexicon also can, and does, hold the contents of any book that has ever existed. That is how he can know just about everything there is to know,
P.S. that includes diaries and journals, so WATCH OUT about what you put into them!