Peanut: Whoever you are, the super awesome creator of Facebook, forgive me for using you as matchmaking device for the sweetest KH couple ever existing in the Kingdom Hearts Universe. So, thank you! :D I do not own Kingdom Hearts and facebook and whatever references that you see in the chapters. I just borrowed them for the story. So if you see a Barney running around the background, I am not (and never will be) his owner.

I copy and pasted the homepage of facebook. FORGIVE ME. I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT AND THE PLOT ITSELF.

The surnames belong to me and Angel. We made them up when we got high (kidding, of course). Also, she asked me to put break lines... dunno why so if you notice a lot of break lines, you know where to point that accusing finger. Another thing is: I do not know if you can create many accounts with the same email address. I have this feeling we can't but let's just pretend we can.

CONTAINS BASHING AND STEREOTYPES SORRY. FORGIVE ME. *hides* FORGIVE ME. FORGIVE ME. *gets shots* *dies* Contains language and other grown-up stuff.

THIS STORY IN A NUTSHELL: Basically, Zexion will be coming up with different personalities/character/personas and try to make our Demy-kins fall in love with one of the made up people. Zexion will become a bit of an OOC idiot because I don't know; love leads us to do foolish things? I will try my best to make this as believable and as reasonable as it can get. I WILL TRY. Zexion would be 17 years old and Demyx was the challenge Coolastic was talking about. We would be having 12 chapters… or so, I hope… and maybe no more than 3 chapters for the ending.

EDIT 1/05/14: Hey guys. I'm editing this one. Hopefully, it will be better but whatever. I'm not good at this and I have no beta so yeah yeah you get my story. There might be slight *major* adjustments to the plot. I kinda forgot what I planned for this when I went on that unannounced hiatus. SORRY! *dies*

Also, I'm baaaack! So expect more updates, 'kay? :DDDDDDD Thanks for your loveee! X3

Unfortunately, I'm a bit high on chocolates while doing this, so maybe the angst that I wrote here won't be as effective. I rewrote a lot, if not everything, in this chapter so yeah, you can punch me in the face now. *gets punched* D:

After I'm done editing all the chapters, I will be uploading the next chapter. Fun, ne? Also, feel free to point out errors, criticize, review, or whatever you want, they'll be appreciated. But please don't waste your time saying "More updates please." But if you really really want to… err. As I said, every review makes me melt. No flaming unless you have a valid reason, or else I'll be just laughing my ass off and removing your review. Ahehehe.

SORRY AND THE THANK YOU FOR READING! *bows*

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The little bookworm of Never Was Academy was not tense because he was creating his very first Facebook account, absolutely not! Of course he had his own account! (With his real name as well.)

It was New Years Eve when he decided to make the infamous sitar player fall deeply in love with him. The fabulous Demyx Mirage, the most popular music-loving student of the graduating senior high school batch of the prestigious Never Was Academy. The hottest and most-sought male to ever step his glorious feet into the academy's walls and girls would die for just a kiss from this guy. Basically, everyone has the hots for this blond sitarist.

He had fallen in love with the blond beauty long before the snobby, eccentric kids had declared him as "cool" and fit to have big crowds following him. His talent to play the sitar wasn't the thing that made him notorious; it was his exotic mix style of Mullet and Mohawk hairstyle. No one had ever acknowledged his wondrous talent for playing the sitar (which was an instrument that no one in the whole high school body ever knew existed, save for him and Demyx). One of his reasons for falling madly and hopelessly in love with the sitarist was his exceptional gift for playing music.

He can still remember the first day they have met. He was making his way to the Hall of Empty Melodies, a grand hall found in the far end of the academy which used to be a place wherein grand concerts were held, but they've long since stopped conducting musical concerts due to the new batch of students' lack of respect and interest for classical music. The place was filled with various instruments, ranging from violins to grand pianos, and there was a large stage where performers used to play their music with admirable passion. No one ever goes to that place these days, but the school refused to renovate it for sentimental reasons.

For Zexion, this was the highly recommended place of doing some decent and quiet studying, when the library is full of teenage couples making out in every corner possible and students who came to the library to chat with their friends. Seriously, kids of this generation. At least he saw some determined young folks aiming to get higher grades and a couple of bookworms, like himself.

So he was walking to the infamous hall, and he heard the sound of a piano being played.

The sound coming from the piano was overwhelming. There was sadness in its tune, and it was pouring out in the faint melodies. The mixture of the keys and the notes they produce, blending together to create a beautifully tragic song. You can feel the sadness just by hearing the sound of it playing, and Zexion's heart was moved and it ached. He closed his eyes and followed the sound, walking slowly but surely, nimble footsteps heading towards the source of the sound.

And when the melody had came to a fleeting yet final end, the young scholar opened his eyes to come face to face with the musician. His bright emerald eyes were shining under the sunlight that found its way through a small hole from the glass and it met his dark-stricken eyes. Of course, the ever stony Zexion mumbled out a quick apology and continued walking on as if nothing happened, leaving the blond to stare at him as he walked away.

Later that night, the little scholar decided that he had fallen for that passionate pianist he met at the hall.

Then another decision was made after a good two years of stalking the said blond, collecting every single piece of information about him that Zexion's could reach upon, in his continued efforts to learn more and more about the musician.

Zexion had found out that he was bisexual or a homosexual (or rather Demysexual), not that it was a rare occurrence in the academy. Half of the students are either homo or bi, and the straight ones were less in the population. Regardless of the sexual orientation, both dudes and gals hang out together, leaving all the losers out of their pack, throwing them into one corner, where they are being humiliated and discriminated. The academy was a cruel, cruel place.

And Zexion was one of those they labeled as "losers".

They branded him as the "emo kid", the guy who hates everything including his life, the suicidal idiot who cuts his wrists so that's why he never missed a day without wearing his beloved jacket. He was the loner and a nerd who never had any friends.

In reality, he didn't really hate everything, he just hated their kinds. He wore jacket because he can't be exposed to sun for a long time or he'll pass out and get mobbed and probably killed, and they'll dump his dead body at the sea or something. Go figure. He loved reading, so he never bothered to make friends because he won't have time for them. He was not a loner! He had Xion, the lovely young lady who works at his favorite bookstore. That counts, right?

Those judgmental teenage school celebrities were just too unfair and cruel. They always read books by its cover, never taking a second to open it and know its story. They thought they ruled the school, that they are the best, when all they can do is talk and beat people up. And when they get hurt they're gonna come running at their mommies and daddies to tell them about their student who bullies them when they are the real bullies.

He hated those students.

They don't know their place and they deserved to be thrown into jail for what they have done to those they deemed as dirt upon their shoes. The mental trauma those poor colleagues had experienced, the harsh words, the brutal beatings and those threatening statements and faces. They led those students into committing suicide or in some cases they got scared of attending the school.

He really hated them. Those ignorant fools. Okay, so maybe he didn't hate them, but what they did to him was unreasonable.

Demyx, on the other hand, was someone a lot of people looked up to. He hangs out with all sorts of people, befriending them, and his smile can bring happiness to all. Be it the hardworking school janitor, the stressed out teachers, the problematic students and even losers like him. He never took on sides, and when he does, he makes sure it's the right one.

There were probably a million reasons for him if he were to write it on a paper, he was in love even with the simplest things about Demyx, and he was tired of watching him be loved by the others, loving them back with that lively and dedicated nature of his.

He sighed, "Well, there's no turning back."

He added Demyx as his friend.

The next day found Zexion rushing to get his homeworks done as soon as possible, which he had done in a single hour. After messily throwing all the stuff needed for his classes tomorrow in his messenger bag, he dashed to the computer and logged himself in his fake Facebook account, hurrying to see his new notifications. While scrolling through his long list of notifications, (he added a lot of random people, just to keep up the charade) he saw that Demyx had accepted his friend request and that this guy was available to chat with. This realization made the intellect's heart thump a million beats per second, blushing profusely like a teenage girl on her first love.

He shook his head. Seriously, he needed to get a grip. "Let's give this a try, now shall we?" he laughed nervously, his hand holding the mouse shaking slightly. Before he could even click the blond sitarist's name, he suddenly froze as his calculating mind caught up with him and slapped him in the face. He choked and stared at the computer screen. Why? Why was he pretending to be someone else? Why was he pretending to be a rich, popular, hot and gorgeous Riku, the nonexistent man he had made up? Why was he lying to Demyx like this?

How could he not realize the consequences of his actions?

What would he do if Demyx were to fall in love with this imitation of perfection? What would he do if Demyx were to find out that this man is a sham? Where would this charade leave him? Any outcome of this pointless ploy would not be in his favor. What was the point to all this?

Nothing.

Riku was supposed to be a blond man, with mysterious sky blue eyes that looked like sea green when bathed in sunlight. He was a filthy rich guy, the young heir to the company of his parents. Riku's attitude would be flirty and similar to an ordinary rich teenage boy. Riku was supposed to be a bully who detests poor people. He lives in Destiny Islands, the exclusive village of the rich and the famous, probably the people who resides there are far more successful than those in Hollywood. In short, Riku Shadowblade is an extremely hot cutie, and the only successor to the properties and wealth of his billionaire parents.

Now, now, wasn't he being a hypocrite? He declared his hatred to his ignorant schoolmates, yet here he was, pretending to be one. Zexion decided that Demyx might like himself as Riku, he was popular, famous not just in school, but all over the city. In reality, he wasn't. But hopefully, Demyx would be imaginative enough to believe his lies. Besides, Riku was a smooth talker, he could make anyone fall in love with him, be it a boy or a chick, because Riku is the prince in shining armor.

Yes, he would be a hypocrite, but he was going to make this work.

Funny how he prided himself for his ingenuity, but love was a game he could not play well.

Meanwhile, two teenagers were on the floor playing videogames. One was brown head and the other was a silver head. The former was slumping in defeat as the latter's character, Paul Phoenix, landed his finishing move on his character, Marshall Law.

The silver head, namely Riku, sneezes, making his best friend turn and look at him with worry on his ever happy face. "Got a cold, Ri?" the brunette asked teasingly, the corners of his frown turning to an upward grin. See? He's happy again. Riku glared at the said brunette, "Shut up, Sora." He shot back, shivering under the cold. It was always snowing in Christmas Town, regardless of what the current season is. He never understood why Sora liked this place.

And he was from a neighboring town called Halloween Town, where the weather is usually fine but the place is unusually dark. He didn't mind though, the dark comforted him. Better dark than cold, huh? He shuffled closer to the fireplace on his right, rubbing his hands together.

He sneezed again.

How he hated this place.

05:14 PM Riku: Hello!

Seen 05:17 PM

05:18 PM Demyx: Heya! Do I know you?

05:20 PM Riku: You don't know me? Oh well, I'm Riku Shadowblade, son of the owner of the Shadowblade Inc. I live in Destiny Islands and I attend Disney Academy.

05:21 PM Demyx: Really? You're one of those famous rich kids then! It is an honor to meet you! I'm Demyx, a humble sitar player of Never Was Academy!

05:21 PM Riku: So I've heard. You're one of the popular kids of that school aren't you?

05:22 PM Demyx: I wouldn't say that popular, but yeah, I am… kinda. But it was mostly due to the influence of my friends, because I wasn't that popular then than I am now! But I'm not saying I am that popular, but how did you find me? :O

05:22 PM Riku: You must be pretty popular back at your school. You just became a celebrity in our school. We found out about you from your friends. You might be a potential artist in the future, they said.

05:24 PM Demyx: Really? What an honor! I can't believe this. :D Are you serious or you're just playing around? After all, this could be some prank. :/

05:25 PM Riku: This is no prank, Demyx. You really are a celebrity in our school. Would you like to meet our group sometime? We might be able to find someone who might appreciate your talent in playing instruments.

05:26 PM Demyx: That would be awesome, Riku! ^_^ so, are you guys up for a hangout in Twilight Town with a couple of sea salt ice-cream?

05:29 PM Riku: That would be cool, Dem. I'll ask my friends. They might be busy with a lot of hangouts and family affairs. You know, shaking some hands, reputations? But I'll do my best to convince them. A lot of us would really like to meet you, you know. Your looks have attracted a lot of our female population. We would like to form a friendship between our school through us and you and your friends. We will be the bridge that connects two establishments of education.

05:30 PM Demyx: Swell! This would be a good opportunity for the school and yours!

05:31 PM Riku: But remember, Demyx. No one must know. Not even your friends.

05:31 PM Demyx: Eh? but, why? D:

05:32 PM Riku: Well, that's how it works with us on the higher ranks. It won't be easy explaining it to you. Maybe some other time?

05:33 PM Demyx: Okay… I'm looking forward to meet you and your friends, then. :)

05:33 PM Riku: Right. Well, talk to you some other time.

05:34 PM Demyx: See ya.

05:35 PM Riku has logged out.

Zexion sighed.

He had managed to survive and hopefully, he had gotten a step closer to the blond sitarist. And that achievement came with a tall tower of lies, lies that he had carefully strung together into a web of lies. He couldn't help but to feel sorrow? Despair? No, guilt for lying to the one he loved like that. What a cruel person he was! What an oblivious idiot the sitarist was, he regretted every word, every lie that their conversation contained.

And his mind kicked him.

"What are you doing there, sulking on the floor?! What's done is the done, so what you need to do from now is try not to make this more fucked up than it was before," it scolded him.

And he'll never admit this out loud, but he agreed with his brain.

He sat up properly and formulated his plan. He needed to take things slowly; he must be patient at all times. Demyx wouldn't want to be in a relationship with a total stranger, right? No sane people do that unless it's "love at first sight" or whatever cliché shit there was.

But that's not the point here.

Demyx wouldn't want a relationship with a non-existent excuse would he give when the blond suddenly wants to meet up with him? What about his existence? If the blond ever tried looking him up on the net, he would find out that he, Riku, is a sham. Then he's gonna demand answers.

Oh, the many scenarios running in his over calculating brain.

Who was he? What was his motives?

How was he supposed to answer that?

No, it won't come to that, a cocky voice in his head answered. If everything goes according to plan, then none of that will happen. He's Zexion, isn't he? He's good at manipulating people. If worst comes to worst, then he'll just have to manipulate his petty way to the sitarist's heart.

08:07 PM Riku: Yo, Demyx!

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08:09 PM Demyx: Heya Riku! What's up?

08: 10 PM Riku: Nothing much. My friends and I came across this video of yours playing some sort of a guitar? I don't really know what it is, but I think you're pretty skilled.

08:11 PM Demyx: Oh, you must be referring to my sitar! I got it when I was a kid when my family and I went to India. I was always craving to learn how to play all sorts of instruments even as a child. XD

08:12 PM Riku: That's cool. So, what kind of instruments do you play?

08:13 PM Demyx: How about I tell you what kind of instruments I DON'T play? Hahahaha, just kidding.

08:15 PM Demyx: I know how to play most of the common instruments such as the guitar, piano, flute, violin and the kind, but when it comes to the traditional kinds, I just pick out what I like and that's that. I like learning how to play instruments. I find that it makes people happy. It just feels uplifting, being able to make people happy.

Seen 08:15 PM

08:16 PM Riku: That's awesome, Dem.

08:17 PM Demyx: Not really. Playing instruments, it's a hobby and at the same time, it cheers up the soul of others.

08:18 PM Riku: That's incredible Demyx. I've never seen someone who has this kind of views in playing music, and I admire you for that.

08:19 PM Demyx: Hahaha, I'm not that amazing, I'm just a simple musician. Well not yet, but I'll become one once I graduate!

After they talked about prep kids throwing parties nearly every night at their houses, rich kids showing off their cars, which changes nearly every month, branded clothes, shoes and other stuff that popular kids are in to. Good for Zexion that he knows brands Demyx likes, from clothes to wine brands, and how they didn't worry about school.

He and Demyx talked about a lot of things. They shared interests about music, they argued in which Blitzball team was better, with Demyx rooting for Abes and Zexion for Duggles,

(07:47 PM Demyx: What? But rumours that Duggles were cheating are all over the place!

07:48 PM Riku: So? As long as they're not caught, then I guess it won't hurt for them to. If they're really cheating, that is. I highly doubt that they would do something like that.)

They talked about how friends can be such a pain when they're drunk, how classes can be such a bore sometimes and other things teenage boys would talk about.

In a way, this was a good experience for Zexion since he got to learn things about Demyx he never knew before. He learned that the musician's parents were trying to get him to study medicine in the future, but they gave after Demyx has adamantly told them that he would take music courses whether they disown him or not. Demyx laughed bitterly while relating this story, saying that his parents were too obsessed with their own worlds to understand the essence of music.

There he had felt a pang of pain in his chest. They were similar, in a way.

Unfortunately, before he could press harder on that particular topic, knowing that he could never do so again, Demyx told him he had to go. Apparently, he has a quiz in Calculus that he really wanted to pass so he needed to study (Of course he shared this class with the blond but he was willing to sacrifice his study time just to talk to him, besides he already did some studying before chatting with him). Zexion had said it was no problem and they bid goodbye to each other and both logged out from their accounts.

Zexion did a victory dance, he was so happy because of the progress he had made. So far, Demyx liked him and trusted him enough to tell him personal things such as his problems with his family. This was so extremely easy, it was nothing like the books had said, it wasn't that hard to make people fall for you, just get them to like you and little by little, and they'll fall in love!

He had smirked triumphantly; today was Zexion's lucky day. Today he had made a big progress toward his ultimate desire! He grinned more until his cheeks hurt.

Then his smile vanished in a split second.

Zexion, was never the type of person to be grinning like an idiot. Heck, people who knew him well (his parents) would be weirded out if they ever saw him doing a victory dance. It was something that doesn't fit him and his nature. After that incident, he grew up without experiencing a normal childhood. He grew up with the expectations of his parents forced upon his being, without freedom to do whatever he want and that became the reason he became reclusive. He was a lonely soul, who never had a taste of happiness, never knew how to go for a deeper conversation than a polite and formal one. He was ever the serious child, always unhappy.

But now, he had done those unspeakable things without even knowing he did it, which was truly a surprise. He had gone weird, but how? Why? How did his body do those things out of his own will?

Is this one of the wonders of love? Was love the reason his body reacted this way?

He stood up, walking toward the mirror. He examined his flushed face. Did love also make your face red? He never experienced love before, except that time. Even his parents never showered him with any affection. They were too caught up with the incident that they never had the chance to move on. So every day, they'd look at Zexion with a disgust look on their face, with bitterness and regret. And so he grew up without knowing what love meant.

But now he knew. Surely, love was the reason he acted so weird today, it was the reason for the pounding of heart whenever he was nearby and the reason he was doing this foolish charade.

Another week passed without any bad occurrences, which was a good sign for Zexion. Because that meant he was doing his job well, and Demyx is not noticing anything. It's been three weeks now and he and Demyx were as close as peas in a pod. Right now, he was chatting with the blond about relationships. And no matter how awkward the topic was, their conversation was quite peachy.

As his mind has said before, taking things step by step was the best way to deal with things such as this.

If he kept this up, then slowly but surely, Demyx would definitely fall for him. Fall for him hard.

05:58 PM Demyx: I've never been in a relationship before. If I were to be in a one, it needed to be with the right person. Someone I truly love with the bottom of my heart.

06:00 PM Riku: Eh, I never pegged you to be the romantic type, Dem, but now that you mentioned it… Does that mean you never had flings before? Dude, all guys should have a girlfriend, and not just a girlfriend, but tons of girlfriends, you can even have two or more at the same time!

06:00 PM Demyx: That's ridiculous! I don't want to toy around with girls like that; it's like treating them as trash or something like that.

06:01 PM Riku: Oh come on; don't tell me your friends never told you about these things? It's perfectly normal for all of us to do that, but what surprises me is the fact you still don't have a girlfriend! Maybe what you need is a guy. Hm…

Zexion knew he was treading a dangerous path but he wanted to see how Demyx would grasp the idea.

06:03 PM Riku: Say, when we meet up with my friends, I'll bring you to this place wherein you'll meet a lot of ladies. Maybe you can pick one from them. Or maybe you'd like a guy, I won't judge you for being bi, ya know.

06:03 PM Demyx: No way, I won't in a relationship just for fun.

06:04 PM Riku: No need to get riled up, Dem. It'll be just a fling, no harm, right?

06:03 PM Demyx: It's not right! Breaking someone's heart like that.

06:05 PM Riku: It's not as if you've tried it before, right? Trust me, you won't regret it.

06:09 PM Demyx: Wrong, my friends do that! All of them! Except me, I think it's cruel; I don't want to break my girlfriend or even my boyfriend's heart in the end! If I were getting one, I would make sure I love them very much and won't even try to hurt them or let them get hurt even!

06:10 PM Riku: you're no fun.

06:11 PM Riku: It's the way we have fun.

06:13 PM Demyx: I don't care! I knew it; you were just like them. One of those people who won't contented with just one. You don't understand love yet.

06:14 PM Demyx: Goodbye, Riku. I hope in the future you find that one special person that will make you realize true love. Goodluck.

Demyx has signed out.

Zexion cursed quietly, he had messed up!

Just what was running his head when he talked to him like that? Why had he responded and talked the way he should? No, there was nothing wrong there. He had reacted the way a teenage spoiled brat would. But, everything he had done, in the past few weeks, had crumbled in to pieces, leaving him to start again. And it was all because of a one wrong turn.

The weekend passed slowly and painfully for Zexion. He spent most of the time agonizing, feeling guilty for hurting the blond's feelings.

He signed in that night to see a single notification in his account.

Demyx had removed you from his friends' list.

He stared at the words displayed on his screen, feeling the urge to hit his head or break something with his bare hands just to let his anger and guilt flow overtake him. He slammed his hands at his desk and oh, how they hurt. But the pain was ignored as he reprimanded his foolish heart and brain for doing something as stupid as this.

Then, his mind presented him with a new idea. He would make another one, another personality, just to make Demyx fall for him. He would never stop and he would always find a way, because love finds ways (oh, this must be another effect of love). He can't just give up now. He had made a decision.

Even if he would become a fake puppet, moving to its puppeteer's will. Even it was just make-pretend, he wanted to make-believe. He wanted feign, he to become someone else, another person, with a whole different personality that the blond would like. He can act like someone else if it would make Demyx fall in love with him. Why? Because that's all that matters to Zexion, to make Demyx fall in love with him, madly, deeply, hopelessly, and many ways possible, that was his ultimate goal.

Ah. What would he be next? It should be someone that the sitarist can relate to. Someone who also… play music? That's it! Why had he never thought of that before? What a fantastic idea!

Now, it is time for him to study the arts of music and melodies. Zexion got up and made himself a tea (Earl Grey), planning the events for the next day. First, he would finish all of his home works today, and then he would head to the library to check out books about musical instruments, including music artists, and just about everything whose topic is music.

He would learn more about Mozart and enter the world that Demyx embraced, which was the beautiful world of music, the sanctuary of melodies, and the harmony of sounds blending together as one. It was a magical and fantastic place, so wondrous that it was already scaring Zexion, for he does not know anything about music. He didn't understand the feeling of the musician who plays it, playing it to express themselves and to move people with their songs.

It was instrumental, classical, and magical and it can make your heart leap. It can give your heart the creeps, can make your heart sing, can make your heart burst, and can make your heart ache. Funny how the word "heart" was repeated a lot of times, maybe hearts have something to do with music?

Music was the art of expression, the beauty of communication. Music was sharing who you are to others, so that they will know who you are. It allows you to inform to people your feelings, so that they would feel what you feel right now. It can comfort you and it was music. It was a whole new thing for Zexion.

The bookworm never paid much attention to music like he did now and it was a really good thing he learned how to play the piano. He had to call his parents at home to thank them later.

There was always another day. Or at least, he hoped there was.