Judiro: I was bored.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I hate saying this.

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DING DONG!

A slate haired boy rolled over, woken from the sudden noise. He slowly blinked his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The digital clock next to his bedside read 4:30 in the damn morning.

Zexion was most certainly not a morning person, or a happy camper at this point, but he kept that calm, collected, and bored attitude he always had. The man got out from under his warm and thick black blankets and stalked over to the closet to put on his grey robe.

Zexion always took a liking to dark colors.

DING DONG!

DING DONG!

"All right, I'm coming!! Just hold your damn horses!" Zexion yelled back.

He opened his bedroom door and proceeded down the small hallway, took a left turn into the living room, walked past the kitchen on his right and toward the front door.

Without bothering to peak through the eyehole, he undid the small chain latched on and turned the knob.

Zexion swung the door open, ready to death glare at the one whom had woken him from the sweet security of sleep, when he found nothing.

There was nothing in front of him, except small amounts of dim rays that were slowly rising over the horizon. A dawn of a new day was beginning.

Then he suddenly heard a baby crying, and he looked down with his violet eyes. There, lying in a wicker basket and covered with a baby blue blanket, was an actual baby and a note.

"God… please don't tell me…" Zexion muttered as he bent down for the note. It read, "Please take good care of our beloved baby, Alexander. We have become bankrupt at our jobs, and we are deep in debt with financial problems. Thank you so much for understanding."

There was no signature what-so-ever, yet the handwriting was neat and slanted, and it resembled that of a woman's.

Zexion sighed and turned his gaze down toward 'Alexander'.



The slate haired man pinched the bridge of his nose, not wanting to do this, but he knew full well that he had to.

"Those cheeky bastards…" was all he muttered before picking up the basket with Alexander inside and walking back into the house.

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Zexion walked over to the couch and set the basket down onto the coffee table. Zexion was no parent. Hell, he wasn't even 24 yet!! He just recently started to live on his own. Luckily, the slate haired man knew a few people. He quickly raced over to the phone and dialed a familiar number.

It rang once.

Twice.

Thri-

"WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!"

Never mind.

"Good morning to you too, Roxas," Zexion replied casually.

"Zexion?! What the hell are you doing calling me at…. 4:39 in the morning?!" Roxas was practically screaming by now.

Zexion wasn't fazed at all and continued calmly. "Someone left me a baby on my doorstep and ran off. Now I'm stuck having to become a parent without knowing why they even gave him to me!"

There was silence on the other line. Roxas spoke up after taking in all of the information. "Zeixon, I'll be over at your place soon. Then we can figure out what we can do. Besides…" there was another long pause, but Zexion was sure he could hear a voice in the background. "… Axel's getting pissed at me for screaming at 5:00 in the morning."

They said their farewells, hung up the phone, and Zexion turned his gaze back to Alexander. As if it was his cue, the small baby started crying. "Good Lord…" Zexion walked over to the table and scooped up Alexander into his arms.

"What to do, what to do…. Think, Zexion, think!!" he muttered. Zexion began to rock the cradled child in his arms. After a few moments, Zexion did the one thing he never really did around anyone else. He began to sing to the child quietly.

"We're walking in the air. Floating in the sky. We're floating in the air.

We're walking in the air. We're floating in the moonlit sky. The people far below are sleeping as we fly.

We're holding very tight, and riding in the midnight blue, and finding I can try so high above with you."



Zexion's voice was very melodic when he sang. Of course, Zexion thoroughly believed that his "singing" voice was crap.

"All across the world the villages go by like dreams, the rivers and the hills the forests and the streams.

Children gaze open mouthed taken by surprise. Nobody down below believes their eyes.

We're surfing in the air. We're swimming in the frozen sky. We're drifting over icy mountains floating by."

The baby was beginning to fall fast asleep.

"Suddenly, swooping low on an ocean deep, rising up a mighty monster from his sleep. We're walking in the air.

We're dancing in the midnight sky, and everyone who sees greets us as we fly."

Zexion's plan had worked, and little Alexander had fallen asleep, warm and safe in Zexion's arms.

How cheesy, he thought. I'm certainly a very horrible singer and no parent. Sheesh…..

Zexion just sat down onto his black leather couch and waited for Roxas to show up. There was a soft knock on the door a few minutes later. Zexion stood up and walked around the couch to open the door.

The first thing that happened was that Roxas said "Awww", then Zexion shot him a chilling glare, then the blonde shut up and entered Zexion's abode.

"I see that you're taking very good care of him," Roxas stated as he kicked off his shoes. "I wish I had your parenting skills."

Zexion looked a little confused. "But Roxas, you don't have kids."

The blonde rolled his eyes at this. "Yeah, but Demyx and Axel are enough to be kids."

Zexion rolled his eyes as well with a slight scowl. "I really do hope that they don't show up. You didn't tell Axel, did you?"

Roxas just shook his head no. "No, I just told him that you needed a small favor and ushered him off to bed. He began to question as to why this is, but he eventually shut up and fell asleep."

Zexion sighed heavily. "I don't even have a partner to help me with the kid."

Then there was a cheery knock at the door. Roxas and Zexion just stared at it in wonder, but Zeixon just stood up and walked over to the door before the unknown person did something stupid, like ring the doorbell.

Zexion opened the door, and there, standing fully dressed with a bright smile on his face, was Demyx. Fate loves to prove me wrong… he thought.



"Demyx, what do you want?" Zexion asked a little tense at what Demyx might do.

And Fate does love to prove him right at moments like these. "Hey Zex, I was just wondering OMIFRICKINGODNOWAIZEXYHADABABY!!"

Off in the distance, a man could be heard shouting, "Shut the hell up Demyx! We're trying to sleep!"

"Demyx! Shut the hell up and get in here!" Zexion hissed quietly as the baby started to cry again.

Demyx did as ordered with that freakishly happy smile. That's just way too inhumane to do at this time of day.

Roxas glared at said person for waking up Alexander.

"So, when were you ever pregnant Zexy?!" Demyx asked in his usual hyper, loud voice.

"Demyx!" Roxas and Zexion hissed at the same time. Demyx just smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

Zexion just glared. "Don't be sorry, be quiet."

"Sorry!" Demyx said, backing up a bit with his hands up, his voice a little louder than last time.

Zexion just shook his head. "Roxas, what are we going to do?"

Demyx was about to scream with joy, but cold eyes stopped him. "Umm, maybe we could raise him!!" Suggested the sitarist quietly.

Roxas also made a suggestion. "We could always give him to a foster home, raise him like Demyx suggested, or we could raise him."

Zexion thought it over. Axel. With a baby and his pyromanic ways. Very, very bad! Child with foster parents. Possibility, but doesn't want to give him to bad people. Him with a baby and Demyx's cheery disposition. Possibility with great chaos ensuing.

"I guess we have no choice…. We have to raise him." Zexion concluded.

"WOOOHOO!! I'M A PARENT!!" Demyx screamed with joy.

"Demy! Shut the hell up!!" came shouts from outside.

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Judiro: Sooo…. That concludes the first chapter of this awkward story!! Randomness will ensue with Zexion as a parent and Demyx's claim to be one!! Stay tuned for the following chapters!!

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