A/N: *peeks over brick wall* Um, hi? *ducks back inside* ... *peeks over again* So, um, hello again dear readers! I really have no excuse or anything for my lack of fanfiction writing other than the usual - I am sad to say that the possibility of Red and Blue and Downpour being updated to be slim to none, and Wheel of Conflict is a very low Maybe. I MAY consider gifting a writer interested in continuing Red and Blue if someone so wishes, but I feel the other two are too complex (in my mind) to be gifted. Icannot promise notes for the DN Angel fic however, too many computer moves.

Anywho - I thought about you lot recently, especially the readers of Downpour and I suddenly found myself with a myriad of thoughts and memories of Demyx and Zexion and the lack of them due to me more or less abandoning Downpour – so! - I have managed to think up and note down a number of short stories and drabbles pertaining to them. They are all self-contained unless stated otherwise, of varying length and content. Most of them will be Romance/Comedy, if I can manage to think of anything out of the blue - or if you lovely reviewers have ideas - let me know. Since they are short and all, I believe I can at least give you a decent number of these before I run out, so, I don't expect to give up any time soon - have to wait until my laptop screen gets replaced however...

I'm going to end this A/N here and treat you to the thought that started this new burst of Zemyx love!

Disclaimer: I do not own any kind of rights to Kingdom Hearts - it is all owned by Disney and Square Enix, may they keep making kick ass games together.


'And so he raised his staff, face set in grim determination, and bellowed at the beast in front with all his might…'

"Oomph!" "Wha-hey!"

Never let it be said that Zexion was not the type to not be aware of his surroundings – he usually was, especially when he was reading something particularly interesting – but the story had sucked him in so much that, well, he hadn't been watching where he was going.

The expected fall to the ground never happened as a pair of hands gripped his elbows and pulled him flush to someone – another man by the feel of the chest and the rough hands on his bare elbows – and kept him firmly from falling on his behind in a rather undignified manner. When his usually sharp mind finally managed to clue into the fact that he hadn't fallen he looked up and stared at a pair of cyan colored eyes that looked both amused and worried about him.

"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going – are you okay?" The other man asked, still holding Zexion by the elbows and apparently debating whether or not to let him go.

It was a moot point in the slate haired book-lover's mind though and as he prepared a slew of witty retorts and scathing words to show how much of a moron the other one was – he had been at a really good part of the book – it all died on his lips when he finally took a good look at the face and head attached to those bright colored eyes.

…Never let it be said Life didn't surprise Zexion…

"Who the hell has a mullet in this day and age?" Were the words that spewed forth from his mouth rather abruptly and the shift from amused – to confused – to angry was so quick, Zexion could only squawk as he was pushed to the ground rather unceremoniously, and Demyx, for that was whom the hair and eyes belonged to stomped away in righteous indignation.

"IT IS NOT A MULLET!" He shrieked. "IT IS A MULL-HAWK!" He added with another ear-splitting scream before stalking away from the – 'fucking emo wannabe nerd' – fuming and muttering to himself rather colourfully.

"…"

With a sigh, Zexion picked himself and his book up and resumed his walk back to his dorm room – he'd have to avoid that particular character in the future, he was sure – he seemed…unhinged to say the least.


A/N: I kid you not; this was all that got me back here. I LOVE his hair don't get me wrong, but SOMEONE had to ASK, right? Right? Anyway, R&R my lovelies!