A/N: This is my first attempt at a Demyx fic. Axel flames and all accepted. I don't own any of the O-13. Savvy?
Soaked to the Skin
By: Senriou of Veiron
Black cloak, a silver zipper down its middle with matching, shiny, black, knee-high boots ended the attire. It was only after a sudden blink and an ever interested gaze into to the desk-mirror that I realized the reflection was of myself. And man did I look cool.
I rushed around my small room and only after lugging a bunch of laundry off my bed did I find my sitar. While my emerald-green eyes studied its reflective, and awesome design, I suddenly noticed something totally wrong.
After scouring the neverland that was under my bed I found my sweet bottle of hair gel. I blinked as I sat up maneuvering my head carefully out of the evil bunk's bar frame. The damage last time it hit me- I wiped the dramatic, invisible tear from my left eye. I charged into the bathroom, my personal bathroom linked to my personal room. Life can't get much better than this.
Yup, life can't get much better after gelling' up your rock-star hair, then playing your enchanted sitar trying to tick off an emo. Yup, nothing else can totally ruin a gel style than water in an emo's hair.
Zexion glared and I stood with my back newly against a wall. Droplets of water crashed to the tiling during the silence of the seething Zexion. I stared down at the wet floor not daring to look into that eye, but as I took a quick dart upward I now mean, eyes.
I felt myself shiver; it was staring at me. It was staring at me, Zexions' right-can you even call it an eye? I observed its weird design. Gatta have something to brag to the rest of the organization about; "Only I got to see it. Ha ha.". But that chance would only come if I survive…it.
I continued looking fascinated at the soaked tiling but after a while it wasn't as interesting as it was scary for as my eyes took in Zexions' reflection they also noticed his face as it looked into the puddle below his own feet. I held in a sudden scream. That thing was supercalifragilisticachbealidociously scary!
The reflected face disappeared. I looked up Zexion was boring into me. A worried smile shaped my lips. I shuffled my feet then gulped nervously.
"…Uh, hiya…Zexy!" My feet screamed RUNAWAY! I made to obey but an unseen force held them fast.
"Demyx." That emotionless, empty voice of his seeped into my ears and after hearing it speak my name I shivered uncontrollably. That voice, in that tone, announcing my name was secretly cursing me.
I yelped and promptly ran down castle Oblivions' drenched hallways. But this was only after Zexion flicked the fallen hair from his right eye. I hid behind a corner my ears intent and my heart thundering. The slight splash of a boot announced his coming. Even though it was a slow pace he'd be here any second. And the rest of the renegade organization as well.
I checked my hair.
Few, still cool.
To be continued…
R&R kudasai! Arigato.