Blind Faith

By Christine Lennoire

Sequel to "Notions"

Prologue: The Story So Far

Always, Zexion thought first and never let his actions or emotions, however real or unreal – dictate his life. Proof, words, numbers – data – was the main focus of everything he lived for since he came to The World That Never Was. He was calm and collected, not passionate, and he hated committing to anything that wasn't concrete... 'it feels unsteady', he said. Because he hated the unknown and had striven to seek out the truth and knowledge of the world.

Demyx was a wild card, always doing what he wanted because it felt right. He believed whatever he thought was right and was convinced there was nothing anyone could do to change his mind. Emotional was his middle name. Music allowed him to show emotions no one else believed they had. And he did believe they had hearts and emotions. He wasn't afraid to tell anyone that. Demyx was warm and alive.

Zexion was the winter snow, just waiting to be thawed. He froze himself to try and protect himself from the world – all those unknown things that tried to bring him down and scared him to the core of his being. Demyx melted him with kind words – a kindness Zexion never remembered being shown before, even if that meant he had to put up with all the happiness that just seemed to be flowing out of Demyx. It annoyed him to no end... and yet... it fascinated him.

No one ever gave him even the smallest glimmer of hope before – and then he met the over optimistic sitar player. Suddenly, the world seemed a brighter place for all it's darkness seemed to rest in his heart. If he gave Demyx his heart – he could let Demyx turn on the light. He had never trusted anyone like that before in his life, and yet... he wanted to this time. He really wanted to be able to escape.

All his notions on life, love, emotions, pain, frustration, annoyances... they were all thrown out the window. Demyx didn't do it. Zexion did. He decided it was time for a new lease on life and he was going to live it to the fullest. Demyx could teach him a few things, he told himself – and decided to learn a new way of living. Even if it cost him – suddenly he found himself able to smile. And it all started one day, while listening to the sounds of a water sitar...

How far things have come...

Zexion sat up in bed and turned on the light. "Ow ow ow ow!" Demyx shouted, rolling over and putting the pillow over his head. Zexion grinned and turned it back off. Still... I'm blind. I'm just believing in something for once... something I have no idea about. There's nothing to tell me that it's absolute or that I'll get results. And for once I'm perfectly okay with believing in something... even if it isn't real... why is that?

He looked at the sleeping musician and laughed. It wasn't like him at all... but... a little faith can go a long way. Sighing, he crawled back into the bed. It was one night... when he woke up, Demyx would have to leave and things would go back to the way they were before... or would they? Zexion couldn't be sure what this was, but without notions to hold him down... he had time to think...

I mean really THINK...

And he realized that no... it wasn't going to go back to being that way. Everything had already changed...

Okay, and we set up for the beginning of the SEQUEL! If you liked the first one, I really hope you'll like this one. It's probably going to be longer, although I think the chapters from now on will be about the same length. Tell me what you think, in a lovely review, please! I would apreciate it a whole bunch! So... please review, and enjoy the rest of the story!

Christine Lennoire