A Death Wish From The Lifeguard - Part One

My Very Own Stalker!

Warning: This. Is. Yaoi.

Disclaimer: I have no rights at all to Kingdom Hearts, its characters or its brilliance. The day I claim rights to this masterpiece is- well, obviously never.

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Demyx cast his glance toward the lifeguard's tower sectioned just off the side of the diving board in the deep end. A head of silver with a slight blue-ish hue sat at the top of this tower, gazing over the pool's activity with distant alertness. Demyx almost lost his nerve at the sight but sucked it up and set his things down in a reclined pool chair. His best friend eyed him with amusement before shaking his head.

"Hey, a little advice from me to you," He started with underlying chuckles, setting a hand on Demyx's shoulder. Demyx looked at his friend immediately, needing any advice that could strengthen his faltering nerves a bit. "Don't die, you're my ride home."

Demyx rolled his blue eyes but smiled widely regardless. "Thanks, Axel. I feel so motivated now." The dishwater blonde stripped out of his shirt and sandals as Axel shrugged in acceptance of the gratitude then removed his own shirt. Giving the lifeguard with the far-away look another glimpse before making his way into the 4ft end, Demyx prepared for the biggest, and possibly most exhilarating risk he had ever taken.

Zexion Iens was his name. Since his first visit to the pool at the beginning of the summer, Demyx tried to find a different excuse each day to get at least a sentence out of the slate haired boy. The first week, he managed to slip and fall on the concrete, resulting in a scraped knee and him getting neosporin and a batman band-aid. It was a great first victory because Zexion had said to him quietly, "Try to read the rules next time."

The hurtful words had done nothing but fill the blonde with the most obnoxious butterflies Zexion could ever had given him. That's why the following week, Demyx became persistent. This time Demyx got Axel and Roxas in on his mission for communication. The two had agreed almost instantly after hearing their part of the plan, much to the blonde's surprise. They were asked to cause a huge scene in the boy's locker room while Demyx went and got Zexion to break it up, but unfortunately when Demyx returned with the lifeguard, there wasn't a fight like he'd expected. Axel and Roxas were on one of the benches trying to maul each other's face off while trying to undress at the same time. Demyx had worked so hard creating a straight, serious face to fit the situation, but he couldn't hold back his giggles no matter how hard he tried. Zexion stared boredly at all three of them before turning silently on his heel and walking out, saying on the way, "Damn adolescence."

It had been an awkward car ride home after that.

The next week, Zexion had taken off and was replaced with some freaky, pink haired queer that Demyx swore kept his eyes trained on every round ass that walked by, girl or boy. Needless to say, Demyx hadn't spent too much time at the pool until his silver haired beauty returned the next week. Near the end of that week, Demyx finally got another sentence from Zexion. The blonde had run up to the lifeguard like he was his own mother with flailing arms and a distressed, "Zexiooon!"

The steel-blue haired boy looked down from his post in mild aggravation before reluctantly asking the blonde what his problem was now. Demyx paused for a moment to catch his breath, his exhaustion obviously feigned, before he brazenly climbed the ladder to the watch post so he was level with the lifeguard. Zexion's eyes grew a little bigger as the blonde got extremely too close to his face for his liking. The silverette tried to speak against the action, but Demyx was up the ladder in a matter of seconds. Zexion simply sighed and waited for the blonde to explain himself, though he only half expected something actually worth listening to.

And when Demyx finished, he was so right it gave him slight headaches.

"Oh my god, Zexion, my phone fell in the pool!" The blonde shrieked, face weirdly scrunched up with a fake sort of worry. Was Zexion suppose to care or what? And was he suppose to actually believe the blonde was the least bit worried about that phone, which most likely wasn't even his to start with. If he was, he didn't.

In response, Zexion lifted a silver eyebrow above his bright aqua eyes in question. Demyx could have squealed like a five year old with a new puppy, but he contained his feminine urges while looking at the silverette. "We're not responsible for any damaged items brought near the pool, although I am responsible for the lives near the pool, therefore you need to get down before I whistle for security." Zexion murmured, his patience slowly thinning. Demyx on the other hand nearly died a damn happy man. That was the longest thing Zexion had ever said to him. So with that, he couldn't really keep up his upset facade with the wet cellular device in his hands.

The wet, dripping, no-longer-in-use cellular device that was actually his own.

But that was ants in a field compared to how good a mood Demyx was now in. Plus, the close range didn't go under the radar in the blonde's eyes. He took advantage of the nice view of the lifeguard's features and stored every curve and flawlessness in the back of his mind for later. With an unsteady apology, the blonde scurried down the ladder and back to his reclined pool chair, mind already reeling with ideas for the next week.

And sure as the sun was bright, Demyx was back to the pool the next week with his red-headed friend trying an entirely new approach. Today, he was going to drown. Well, hopefully his secret obsession would come to his aid in time before that happened, but he took an oath not to come up unless the silverette was the one leading the way. Swaying slightly in the water, the blonde treaded to the deepest part of the pool. 12ft. The deep end, directly in the lifeguard's line of vision. As aqua eyes roamed over a new addition of blonde in the pool, the silver-haired lifeguard already had a feeling that this could only go downhill in a tragic avalanche. When Demyx swam in a full 360 degree circle, Axel took that as his flag to get things started.

Reaching in his bag, the redhead pulled out a Nerf football and called to the blonde, "Hey Demyx! Heads up man!" before chucking the ball towards him at full speed. Zexion automatically blew his little whistle at the two men before noticing that instead of catching the ball like a normal American, the idiot somehow managed to get clocked upside the head with it. Of course, the blonde tried clutching at the water and sputtering random noises of surprise before sinking down into the water. Now, the bored lifeguard had before seen the blonde's swimming ability, Demyx had taken it upon himself to show it off to him a few weeks back and the little drowning act for attention was both downright pitiful and annoying.

But the bubbles stopped. No Demyx. Zexion still didn't really budge, but those who had witnessed the incident were now looking from the pool of bubble-less breaths to the lifeguard. It wasn't a good look, so not only was the blonde trying to piss him off, but jeopardize his job as well? This angered the silverette so much that he closed his fist over the armrests of his chair to whiteknuckles, a very big loss of composure Zexion had never displayed before. He wasn't getting out of his seat.

45 seconds and no Demyx still. Axel had been holding his breath along with Demyx and had let his go at this point. The lifeguard wasn't jumping in to save him like they planned, people were starting to watch fully now out of mild curiosity, but not much else. The lifeguard on the opposite side of the pool was looking at Zexion with big, blue eyes, trying to decipher the silverette's unmoving form.

"Zexion? What the heck, man? The guy's been under for over a minute and a half! Why are you just sitting there?!" The brunette lifeguard shouted, drawing even more attention from the rest of the pool. A few people that were around Demyx as he'd been hit emerged from the water, almost jokingly stating that the blonde had sank to the bottom. Adding all of this up unnerved the silverette. Even if it was an act, the blonde was under that water and wasn't breathing. If he didn't do anything, he'd lose his job and a life.

Gritting his teeth at the position he'd been forced in by an overly dramatic and attention deprived blonde, the silver haired lifeguard hastily lifted his shirt over his head and dove into the deep end. Pumping his arms with draining force, Zexion sped his way to the bottom. When darkened dirty-blonde hair glistened in the water and caught his eye, he almost lost his breath at the figure on the pool bottom.

Demyx was in a sitting position with his legs crossed at the ankle and his arms behind him holding up his reclining body. The blonde noticed Zexion and grinned giddily, even being under water couldn't sever that big smile. Zexion nearly kicked the blonde in his gut so he'd drown properly but instead grabbed his bicep and tugged him forcefully toward the surface. The steel-blue haired lifeguard couldn't even fathom the amount of hostility coursing through his veins as he brought the blonde above the water. His expression was itching to show it. But he wouldn't give that blonde twit the satisfaction of knowing how upset he had succeeded in making him, so he kept his animosity to himself.

Barely.

Demyx, feeling luckier than any cereal-eating leprechaun at the hasty advance from sentences to touching, smiled brightly at his supposed savior. Zexion could almost feel the blonde's grin burning into the back of his head and had he not already made a fool of himself by waiting to rescue a drowning person, he would have left the pool with Demyx still underwater.

"Do you feel any sort of light headed-ness?" The lifeguard started, purely out of required procedure and not at all in any concern. Demyx nodded stupidly and Zexion eyed him suspiciously. "Do you feel your heart beating erratically any?" Again Demyx nodded, quicker to respond this time. Zexion's eyes were narrowing as, in this point of the procedure, he would have to escort the blonde to the infirmary station. With a long, deep sigh, the silverette helped the blonde out of the water completely and the two walked wordlessly out of the pool area.

Inside the infirmary, the cool breeze of the air conditioned room attacked both boy's skin into immediate goosebumps. Zexion had Demyx sit as he went to get the first aid kit. "Are you having any trouble breathing?" The silver haired lifeguard continued, tone as flat as a worn out tire. The dirty blonde laughed breathily at the questions that, unknowingly to the lifeguard, all had double meanings.

"Yeah..."

Zexion turned sharply toward the blonde with a fixed stare, as if he was analyzing the blonde for any intimations he should be picking up. The boy was up to par in health, it was entirely evident. Why did he feel the need to continue this stupid charade he was playing at? Hadn't he taken up enough of the silverette's patience? "Look, if you're not legitimately injured anywhere stop wasting my time with your senseless games. I've had enough of putting up with your idiotic vitality at getting on my every nerve."

Demyx's smile dimmed slightly, Zexion catching the decrease in effervescence instantly. Demyx had never meant to be a nuisance to his secret obsession, hell he hadn't even noticed the silverette's annoyance what with all the excitement the blonde got just being around him. He just wanted to talk to him. Maybe the dirty blonde had been going about this the wrong way; maybe he had to think more outside of the box. But what could he do to get the silver haired lifeguard to notice him as Demyx Mydes and not That-Nuisance-With-The-Neon-Swimming-Trunks? Demyx felt his brain muscles hurting already for the new strain he'd been putting on it lately. Demyx was better at being Demyx, not an overthinking planner person.

"Let me take this time to apologize for my rudeness then." The blonde declared softly, letting his gaze slowly trail the path towards the silverette. Zexion froze at the suddenly calm look in Demyx's eyes; the stare put his hairs on end in the most uncomfortable way. "See, I've been trying to get you to notice me for the past month or so, since the last week of May I think, but it's like you see right through me." Demyx tilted his head a little questioningly at the way Zexion still had not moved. Demyx was smart enough to understand why though. A normal person would have been a tad skeptical about putting something so personal out in the open.

Not Demyx.

Demyx was as open as a book and tried to be purposely. Secrets were no fun, plus the blonde simply didn't have the ability to keep one. His mouth is what got Axel and Roxas together, so he assumed sharing what was on his mind was never too bad of a deal. Though his mouth is also what kicked him out of the closet...

Zexion resumed his faltered steps and sat in front of the blonde with the emergency first aid kit in hand. Long steel-blue bangs shadowed bright aqua eyes as the lifeguard dug through the kit silently. "And you thought drowning yourself was the way to go? How simpleminded you are..." The silverette muttered under his breaths. It was a strain, but the blonde caught the lowly spoken words and laughed at them. Relief that the silver haired lifeguard still wanted to hold conversation with the blonde making him feel eccentric.

"It worked sorta, so I call that a success. Plus, I can hold my breath for over 2 minutes, you had time." Demyx smiled, holding his arm out for Zexion to put his two fingers on the blonde's pulse. The silverette rolled his eyes as soon as the words entered his ears.

"Hardly." Zexion sighed, starting the timer on the stopwatch while absently staring at the blonde's arm as he counted. Zexion almost caught himself admiring the nice complexion as he noted his own pale skin. "Had I not come to get you, would you have come back up on your own?"

Demyx's smile turned into an outright frown this time and Zexion wanted to smirk smugly at the blonde's own realized stupidity. "I had made a vow not to... but after a minute went by, I started doubting myself at the bottom of the pool. Whether I would stay or go back up. Knowing me, I probably would have just floated back up." Smile returning just a little, Demyx added, "And what kind of lifeguard ignores someone drowning?"

Zexion let a small, barely-there smile grace his lips as an agitated scowl still creased his eyebrows. "A lifeguard with common sense." He stated, stopping the timer and blinking at the number he had just noticed he stopped on. "How old are you?"

"I'll be 21 in August, why?" The blonde asked, not really caring about the answer so much as doing a mental happy dance at the question itself. Zexion's eyes dilated a few notches as silver eyebrows lifted incredulously. The blonde sobered from his jitters enough to notice Zexion's unusual look of disbelief. "Something... wrong?"

Working the calculations in his head, the silverette stared at Demyx with searching eyes as he came to a conclusion. "You were serious...?" Zexion questioned, almost to himself.

"'Bout what?"

Zexion suddenly sat upright in his chair to put a little distance between him and the horridly truthful blonde. "Either the pool incident is still pumping exhilaration through your blood... or your earlier confession wasn't a joke. Your heart beat is 126 beats per minute." Demyx wasn't really one for statistics, and this was clearly evident on his expression. Zexion sighed and attempted to extrapolate. "The normal heart beat for your age is around 60 to 100."

Demyx smiled impishly. "The second one then. When you're in the same room with a person you've been practically stalking for a month, it sorta has that effect on you."

Zexion swallowed. That's twice now that he's said that, so Zexion couldn't have heard wrong the first time like he tried to convince himself. He didn't know how to respond in this type of situation. No award-winning book or exemplary equation or ground-breaking theory he'd ever familiarized himself with came into play at the one time he needed them most. How did you tell a guy with a crush on you that you were strictly straight?

Demyx took notice in the flashing battle Zexion seemed to be having in his mind and smiled wider. Though it was almost non-existent, the fact that his face had unconsciously contorted into a mortified state with a light flush spreading throughout his cheeks gave the blonde a good indication of the lifeguard's conflict. Demyx didn't want to be that kind of guy and toot his on horn, but he had a record for charming people he had crushes on, woman, man or straight man.

"Hey," Demyx spoke up, catching the silverette's attention as if his words had surprised him. "I'm not here to make you uncomfortable or ask you out or anything." Not now at least... "So just relax, kay? If anything, I'm doing this because I want you as a friend. And if it's not too much to ask, will you be one? You seem like a cool guy."

Zexion had to mentally applaud the blonde for his subtle coaxing. Friends my ass. The blonde had a strategy that Zexion didn't want to stick around to find out. He wasn't good with this kind of stuff: befriending homosexuals and whatnot. It wasn't compatible with his nature.

"Thanks for the offer, but I have to decline." Zexion noticed the blonde's happy smile didn't even waver as he nodded in understanding. That... wasn't a good sign, was it? "And, at the speed of which your heart is going, I will need you to rest on that bench over there for a while to calm it down to a normal rate. I hope for your quickest recovery, but I have to return to my post. I'll send in another lifeguard to check up on you later. Oh, and I'll set a cup of water on the bedside table if you ever need it." The silver-haired lifeguard said evenly before leaving the small infirmary.

Demyx's smile shrank slowly the longer he layed in the bed in the lonely room. Zexion had a little haste in his departure. The blonde had to come up with a way for the silverette to feel genuinely comfortable around him. As friends, friends with benefits, best friends, or boyfriends, Demyx wanted Zexion either way, anyway he could get him. Fifteen minutes later, a little brunette kid bounced into the infirmary with a bright smile that could rival the blonde's own grin on a good day.

"You're the drowny, right?" He asked, pointing to Demyx, who, by the way, was the only one in the infirmary. The blonde grinned at what he'd been dubbed and leaned up to a sitting position.

"The Drowny, huh? Guess so." The blonde chuckled. The small brunette immediately pushed the blonde back to the bed, pressing his light body weight on Demyx as the dirty blonde's eyes rounded at the suddenness. The brunette smirked but didn't stop his task, next putting his tiny, tanned hands on the blonde's nose and preventing him from breathing out of it. Demyx automatically opened his mouth for the air he was instantly deprived of and his breathing became heavy and quick. "Wha-What're dointh?" Demyx breathed out, surprise and breathlessness stuttering his words and making them hoarse.

The brunette's deep, blue eyes laughed as they regarded the blonde. "Shh, drowny. Just relax." Demyx's eyes widened as his mind flashed with the wrong things. The blonde, though, was curious to see where the small brunette was taking this, so he didn't put up the slightest bit of struggle. The brunette smirked at the submission, it would make things a whole lot smoother for him.

"My name's Demyx, you?" The blonde said after a few seconds of looking into the brunette's big, blue eyes. The corners of those eyes crinkled as the brunette smiled wider.

"I'm Sora. Now keep still." Sora instructed softly. Demyx felt jittery now, not really wanting this continue unless it was with a certain aqua-eyed, silverette, but not really caring if it did. It wasn't a first. But the blonde felt a jolt of stupidity and embarrassment when all Sora did was put his two fingers to the blonde's pulse on his neck.

Sora smirked disapprovingly and Demyx smiled sheepishly. The brunette reached for the stopwatch on the nearby table where Zexion had left it and pressed the start button, counting the beats of the blonde's heart rate silently aloud. When the timer beeped, Sora crawled off of Demyx and back to his feet. "81. Much better." Sora smiled just as brightly as he had walking in.

Demyx sat up again and rubbed at his throbbing nose irritably. "Okay, explain. Are you some kind of seductresses or something? What was that?" The blonde questioned with a raised brow. Sora only giggled.

"What? Pinning you to the bed with your nose plugged? I had to get you excited." The brunette said simply. Demyx made a circling motion with the hand that wasn't rubbing at his sore nose so the brunette would further explain because he was still lost. Sora rolled his eyes and set his hands on his slim hips. "When Zex did your pulse, it was like, 120. He said you were excited or something, so I thought I'd do a little experiment."

"And your conclusion?" Demyx asked, eyes twinkling mischievously now that he knew the brunette's train of thought.

"Well, since your pulse was relatively normal with me, I'd say Zex has a not-so-secret admirer." Sora laughed, shaking his head in mirth before leaving the blonde to himself in the small infirmary just as the silverette did before him. Demyx tilted his head a little as a thought occurred to him.

Zexion had talked about the blonde to the brunette, about the crush and all. This made Demyx happier than anything in the freaking galaxy.

A/N: I had to do a bit of revamping here and there, deleted a few chapters - lost 400 views - and created this totally new direction of which I want this story to take! I sat for weeks trying to figure out where to take the idea of this story and after reading around the KH fandom, I got a lot of writing inspiration. So here we be, in the midst of this fresh new Zemyx concoction.

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