A/N: Heyy, this idea came about when one of the people on msn made their name thingy 'Sedataphobia'. I instantly googled and found that it meant 'fear of silence.' And of course I knew I had to make a story using that as the title. So, this chapter 'Cause' is the first part of a two part story ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters Demyx or Zexion cause they belong to the creators of Kingdom hearts. Also, if Trend is a real magazine, then I don't own that either.


Cause

Demyx rubbed his tired eyes several times before grabbing the old video camera from his bedroom. He placed it on the table in front of the window, facing the city skyline that could be seen through the crystal clear pane. The blond pressed the little 'on' button that was stationed on top of the video camera. The red light came on and Demyx turned to the window, unlocking the latch that kept it closed, and opened it wide. He scribbled a note which read 'Play me' in block letters, barely decipherable due to Demyx's bad handwriting, and stuck it to the back of the camera with a small strip of sticky tape.

Slowly making his way to his blue and sea green bedroom, he re-opened the creaky door and slipped inside soundlessly. The teal eyed man went straight to the sitar case that was lying under his double bed, and pulled it out from under the mattress. He ran his fingers over the textured covering of the case feeling the familiar pattern that reminded him of the day he met his lover. He paused for a moment, reminiscing.


It was two years ago. He had just gotten off the stage, sitar in hand, feeling energized and ready for another round of singing. He felt like this was his lucky day and that no matter what, as long as he had his lucky sitar case, he would be happy regardless of the circumstance. He placed his custom made instrument in the cushiony velveteen interior of his lucky case. He gazed at the instrument and beamed. His sitar was much better than anyone else's sitar because it was blue, not that many people had sitars. He closed the lid of the case and flipped the latches located on the side of the case, before brushing his fingers along the faux leather exterior. He needed luck tonight; he had to be up on stage again in an hour.

The blonde heard a sneeze behind him, and turned around in order to say 'Gesundheit'. But what he saw was the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes on. The stranger, who was holding a notebook and pen in his hands, had the silkiest hair. It was slate grey, with highlights of purple and blue. It reminded Demyx of a summer storm. And his eyes, a piercing blue, were full of such wisdom, as if he had seen many years go by, despite the fact he was clearly no older than twenty-one. He seemed nervous, as if he was not supposed to be back stage and was worried he might get caught. Demyx stood up and took a few steps toward him.

"Hey there." The blond said, grinning.

The man with the slate hair focused his timid gaze on the sitarist. Demyx felt his insides melt as the strangers eyes bore into him.

"What's up?" he tried to make conversation.

Looking around a few times, the unknown man inched forward slowly, as if the blond would eat him. "Are you Demyx Tide?" he asked cautiously, his eyes darting around.

Demyx nodded. "And who might you be?"

"Zexion Mirage." He held out his hand to shake, and the teal eyed man took it. "I'm not really supposed to be back here, but I need an interview with you. I work for Trend magazine. Do you think you could spare a few minutes of your time answering some questions?"

Grinning, the blond nodded eagerly. He loved reading Trend, and now he had a chance to be featured in it. But he wanted to ask Zexion something first. "One question."

"Shoot."

Plucking up the courage, Demyx asked, "Do you wanna grab a coffee sometime?"

This had obviously taken Zexion off guard as his eyes went wide as dinner plates. "Umm…" he stuttered, "Sure."

Demyx beamed. "Awesome. So anyway, about this interview…."


Sliding the case back under the bed, he got up off his knees and walked back into the living room where the running camera awaited him. He positioned himself on the window sill, facing the video camera. He smiled slightly, but it didn't reach his eyes. Even still, he wanted his lover to see him smile one last time, regardless of how fake it was. He loved Zexion, he really did. But he just could not bear to live with this agonizing emotional emptiness that had engulfed him. He needed an escape, to get away from this feeling, or lack there of. He was at the point where he did not care what he had to lose. And although he did not want to leave his beloved to face this harsh world alone, he really did not have a choice.

"Zexion," he said into the video camera, "I love you. I really do. But I just can't cope with this emptiness any longer. The cuts on my arms could only keep me alive for so long." Tears started to roll down his face. "I'll see you in the next life. I love you. Goodbye."

He reached forward to turn off the camera, pressing the little red button, not realising that he had not pushed it hard enough, and failed to realise that the light had not gone out, meaning the video camera was still on.

"Finally free." The teal eyed man muttered to himself. Brushing away the tears, he leant backwards out the open window and let go of the window sill, slipping out the window and falling through the air, on to the pavement below.


Zexion walked up to the large high rise apartment building where Demyx lived. He gazed up at the many floors of the building. Dreading the ascent he was going to have to endure, he walked through the glass revolving doors slowly, wishing to take his time. It was almost a ritual for him; walking though the door and to the elevator as slow as possible with out looking stupid. I was just something that he always did when he went to visit the blond.

Something that did not usually happen on his way to the Demyx's was the strap of his messenger bag breaking, causing the black bag to fall to the ground, the contents spilling everywhere. He let out a disgruntled sigh as he knelt on the ground, picking up the pages of his article which had scattered across the marble floor. His laptop had also slipped out of the bag, which caused him to feel the need to check it over just in case it had broken because of the fall. Luckily, it was fine, but the papers had foot prints stamped onto them. Zexion let out another irritated sigh and quickly finished gathering up the article.

He stood once he had stuffed everything in the messenger bag and finished grumbling about the terrible design; he walked over to the elevator, carrying the bag in his hand. He pressed the button which made the elevator door open, and stepped inside. The sound of ill-fitting elevator music filled the small space, which brought Zexion's mood down just that little bit more. But he was going to see Demyx, so he had to remain positive or else the blond might worry about him. And he didn't want that, Demyx had been feeling down recently.

The doors finally opened on the eighteenth floor, Demyx's floor. Arms getting tired from holding the heavy bag, he made his way quickly to the teal eyed man's door, number sixty nine. Digging the spare key Demyx had given him out of his front pocket, he inserted it into the keyhole and turned it cautiously. He could tell something was amiss, not quite right. Had something happened to his lover?

Starting to feel extremely anxious that something was wrong, he opened the door quickly and hastily entered the apartment. Normally he would be able to hear the sitarist's ever present instrument making sweet melodies, but tonight it was silent. The quiet dragged on, coating the air with a feeling of dread.

"Demyx? You here?" Zexion called out, but received stillness in response. The sound of an ambulance siren at the foot of the building broke the tense atmosphere as the blue eyed man began to reason with himself. "Maybe he just popped out for a minute. He'll be back anytime."

But maybe you are wrong, his brain argued.

Looking around the apartment once again, he noticed the video camera that was facing the open window in the living area. It had a note on it, he observed. Picking up the note, he read it. It said 'Play me' in Demyx's terrible hand writing. This must be some kind of practical joke. Or maybe it was part of a romantic gesture. Perhaps his boyfriend was waiting for Zexion somewhere romantic, and this was his message to tell Zexion to come to him. He liked that idea, because that would mean everything was okay.

So Zexion obeyed the note, holding up the video camera and pressing the play button.


A/N: So that's the first chapter. I know, I know. I'm horrible for killing off Demyx. But I needed to do that so the story would have a plot. Anyway, you'll probably hate me more after the next chapter is finished. Well, I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Please review and tell me what you think of my writing skills.