Zexion can't exactly say he hates Demyx.
He can't exactly say he likes him either.
Was it because he was complicated? Of course not. Demyx was as easy to read as a billboard.
He hated that Demyx was so happy and noisy all the time but it was also the reason he loved him (if he had a heart to love, anyway). He's intriguing, Zexion, supposes. Since nobodies have no hearts, they have no emotions therefore they cannot 'feel.' And yet Demyx was always spewing out nonsense ("We do too have hearts," Zexion quotes in his mind) and he almost seemed sincere.
Zexion grumbles and puts his book down. If that was so, then Demyx was an even bigger liar (swindler, he'd prefer to be called) than he was. How was that even possible? Could it be that Demyx was an evil mastermind playing the role of the innocent idiot?
Intriguing. Yes, he was very intriguing.
He stands up and looks for Demyx in the many halls of the empty castles. If he was correct, he'd find the sitarist in the room that held a panoramic view of their desolate world (desolate it may be, it was sometimes very pretty).
He peeks his head in the room and is satisfied when he finds Demyx strumming his sitar. He approaches and sits next to him, his lips set in a firm line. "Good afternoon, nine."
Demyx smiles brightly and gives him a thumbs up. "Yo!" he greets. "I thought I told you to call me Demyx from now on!" he says pouting.
Zexion raises an elegant eyebrow. "Alright, Demyx" he says. "What are you thinking?"
Though he has sworn to himself that he would never use his powers on fellow organization members, he found himself too tempted to find out what type of person Demyx was. So he reads his mind while keeping up his poker face, listening to the other drabble on about what he had for lunch and how he almost destroyed the kitchen.
"Keep it cool, Demmy. Keep it cool. Just keep talking about anything. Yeah. Don't think about how pretty Zexion is. He's pretty. D'oh! I thought not to think about how pretty he is! Demmy, c'mon! You can do this! Don't be intimidated by his scary face. But even if it's a scary face, he still looks so cute. ARGH! Just tell him about the banana in the microwave already!"
Demyx keeps talking and thinking about a lot of things.
As Demyx drawls on, Zexion can feel his face growing hot with embarrassment. He finally puts a hand over the lower half of his face in an attempt to hide his blush when he hears in Demyx's head "I'd sure love to kiss him."
He stands up abruptly and Demyx finally stops talking. "Enough, Demyx. Enough. I've heard enough."
Demyx gives a sheepish smile. "O-oh. Okay."
Zexion is frustrated. Demyx is an idiot. "You're an idiot," he snaps, flustered. "An idiot!" his face is still red.
Demyx is flailing, wondering what he did wrong. He grabs Zexion by the shoulders and shakes him, a chain of apologies coming out of his mouth.
Zexion places his own hands on the other's shoulders, successfully stopping the other. He glares at Demyx before pulling him forward to kiss him.
It's a little clumsy but Demyx thinks he's on cloud nine.
"Haha, cloud nine. I'm Nine."
Zexion pulls back and he's still glaring. "You really are an idiot."
A/n:
quick drabble for zemyx day :D