I have fallen in love with the Zemyx pairing, so I thought I'd take a shot at writing a story about them. Now for the disclaimer. *gestures to Dem-Dem*

Demyx: *Clears throat* Stardust Roses does not own Kingdom Hearts. If she did I would still be alive! :D

On with the story!


Demyx knew many things; how to play a sitar, thirty-two different ways to annoy his parents, and the exact amount of hair spray to apply when styling one's mullet. He also knew that his best friend Axel had set fire to his own couch several times, and he knew what tampons were used for (let's just say that health class was quite embarrassing for him). He did know very many things, but one thing that Demyx did not know was that the beautiful girl named Zexion who he had a crush on for seven years was in fact a young man.

He remained blissfully unaware of this important fact as he sat happily in his eleventh grade English class, the last class of the day. He stared from the corner of his eye at the "girl" who was a mystery to him. Everything about her caused him to fall for her even more. That cute frown she so often wore, her smooth, flawless skin, her thick, charcoal grey hair with the long bangs concealing the right half of her face, and her only visible eye. Such a deep blue. Those eyes were the mirror of her soul, which he was absolutely sure was beautiful. He could easily lose himself in that single visible eye . . .

By now Demyx should have realized that Zexion was of the male gender. After all, he had been in the same classes as the lovely "lady" since elementary school. Yet here he sat in English class, still unaware of Zexion's lack of "girl parts." He wasn't even making an attempt at trying to pay attention to the teacher while mindlessly goggling over the charcoal-haired beauty.

"Mr. Edym," said the teacher.

No response from the blonde musician.

"Mr. Edym,"

Again, no response.

His shoulder was poked, and he looked to his right to see none other than that deep, blue eye looking straight at him. He blinked a few times, even pinched himself to assure that he wasn't dreaming. She had never spoken to him before. What could Zexion possibly want from him?

She whispered to Demyx, "Mr. Price is calling on you."

He regained his senses and realized that the teacher was in fact, calling his name with a rather impatient look upon his wrinkled face.

"Thank you, Mr. Ienzo. Now, Mr. Edym, will you kindly tell the class which town William Shakespeare was born in?"

Shakespeare . . . not a topic the aspiring musician was fond of. He racked his brain for miscellaneous facts, trying to remember where the dead playwright was born. Something about straps-upon-Avon, or was it Avian? Mr. Price began impatiently tapping his foot, awaiting an answer.

"Uh, uh . . ."

"Thank you Mr. Edym for demonstrating exactly what not to do when asked a question." Mr. Price paced away from his whiteboard. His big, bug-like eyes scanned the classroom for any other slackers and eventually rested on Axel, who sat on Demyx's left. The red-head was asleep. He strolled to the desk where the red head slept and looked at the sleeping pyro.

Mr. Price slapped his hands on Axel's desk, awaking him with a start. Demyx chuckled at how Axel proceeded to look up at Mr. Price with defiance shining in his sleepy eyes and a smirk curving his lips, better known as "the Axel look." That vein on Mr. Price's shiny bald head must have been bulging out again, based on Axel's ever-growing smirk.

"Stratford-Upon-Avon." said Axel.

"What?"

"The town Will Shakespeare was born in. Do you want me to repeat myself?"

"No, Mr. Lea, that will not be necessary. Now, the next time I catch you sleeping in my classroom you will receive a detention. Are we clear?"

He tilted his chair onto the back legs. "Transparent" he replied, grinning from ear to ear. This received several giggles throughout the classroom. The bald man glared, but took no further action.

Mr. Price's little outburst seemed to be over as he returned to the front of the classroom. He gestured to a map and began rambling on about Straps-Upon-Avain, or whatever it was.

Demyx took this as his cue to daze off once again. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, and glimpsed to his right again. Zexion was leaning forward with her hands lying on top of the desk, listening to every word. The small frown on her face represented boredom, yet her single visible eye glimmered brightly with interest. She was so pretty, and smart too. He knew from other students that the Zexion always made the honors list. Smart and beautiful, completely perfect. He felt himself smiling, something he often did when in Zexion's presence.

"Demyx," He blinked himself out of his daze and looked at Axel, the source of the voice. "Aren't you coming?"

"What? Why?" asked Demyx, thoroughly confused.

"Dude, the bell just rang."

He looked around and noticed people leaving. Zexion included.

"Hey Axel, the bell just rang!" He sprung from his seat and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

"Wow, nothing gets by you." Demyx's lower lip puckered into a slightly confused pout, but nonetheless, he followed Axel out the classroom to the hallway.

Axel led Demyx through throngs of students crowding the halls as quickly as possible, not caring who he ran into. He rushed past the bright goldenrod lockers, intent on reaching one destination. Roxas Yanahara. Axel spotted the golden-blonde freshman at his locker with his brother Sora. He released Demyx's wrist and ran to Roxas, taking the boy into his arms and squeezing him tightly. He planted several kisses on the top of his golden head, and smiled lovingly as Roxas gazed into Axel's emerald eyes.

He released Roxas after a couple minutes and took Roxas's hands into his own. He lifted a hand to his lip and gently kissed it, saying "hey babe," as he lowered it. A smile lit up the blonde's face as the cute nickname. He stood on the balls of his feet and playfully bit Axel's bottom lip, blushing as if he had never done it before. The red smirked and took advantage of the size difference between the two of them, dipping Roxas low to the floor and passionately kissing him.

Axel admitting to Demyx that he was gay had never phased him. He noticed how Axel had looked at Roxas and several other guys, himself included, in the past two years. The look was quite similar to how he looked at Zexion, except she wasn't a guy.

He could tell that Axel really cared for Roxas. He was always protective of the freshman, picking fights with any upperclassmen who dared to pick on his 'Roxy,' and Axel had told him that he felt a fluttering, warm sensation whenever his green eyes met Roxas's blue.

Demyx longed to experience the same fluttery feeling. It hadn't happened yet, and maybe wouldn't happen for a long time, but he admitted to himself that he was in fact slightly jealous of what Axel had with Roxas. He sighed and leaned against the locker, wondering how Zexion's lips tasted, or what it felt like to caress her cheek.

He didn't notice that Roxas and Axel's kissing fest had ended and three pairs of eyes, Sora's included, were blankly staring at him.

"Demyx?" said Roxas slowly.

"Hm?"

"What's with the blank stare?"

"Oh nothing," said Demyx as he looked out the window at the petite girl with the stunning cobalt eyes walking down the sidewalk, "just thinking."

"About what?" Sora's blue eyes sparked with curiousity.

The dreamy expression had returned to his sea-green eyes. "Zexion Ienzo"

"Why?" asked Axel, deciding to come into the conversation.

He could feel blush on his cheeks, but he wasn't ready to tell Axel how he felt about Zexion just yet. "Because . . . um . . . I don't know. I just am." His eyes were immediately directed to his shoes.

"Okay then," said Sora. He stretched out the 'o'.

"We should get going."

"Where to? I personally want to get some pizza. School makes me hungry."

"Axel, anything makes you hungry." Demyx laughed and wondered how someone who ate so much could remain so little.

He followed Sora outside, Roxas and Axel not far behind. They laughed and joked as they made their way to the town's local pizza place. Demyx couldn't help but notice that Roxas had slid his hand into Axel's as they walked, and he imagined his own hand grasping one much smaller than his own. The thought was soon banished from his mind as they approached the small pizzeria. He held the door open as his friends filed in, Roxas's hand never leaving Axel's, and followed them inside.

The four sat in their usual booth in the far left corner and began the typical discussion over which toppings should be ordered and whether they wanted thick crust or not. Demyx wondered why pizza had to have so many options to argue over, although he was particularly fond of cheese-filled crust.

Axel, the usual controller, took charge. He pointed to Demyx, Sora, Roxas, and himself, respectively. "We'll get cheese-filled outer crust like Demyx likes, thick crust the Sora likes, Roxy likes pepperoni the best, so that'll be half, and the other half will be meat-lovers, MY favorite." He sat back and smiled at the satisfied look on each person's face.

Demyx looked around the small room as he typically did every time he visited. A petite person in a familiar black and grey checkered hoodie caught his eye. He squinted a bit, not truly believing what he was seeing, but he couldn't mistake the cascade of bangs concealing half of her face. She was seated at a booth on the opposite side of the room and was currently immersed in a book.

He looked away sharply. He hoped that she hadn't noticed his staring . . .

"What's up Demyx? You look like you just saw a ghost." asked Roxas.

He searched for the right words but instead began to stutter idiotically. This happened quite often, so the three probably wouldn't notice.

His eyes flickered back to Zexion. She was still at the booth sipping a soda. There was no sign that she had taken notice of him. Just the way he liked it.

Their two medium cheese-filled thick crust with half pepperoni and half bacon, pepperoni, sausage, and ham pizzas soon arrived. Demyx's eyes flickered to Zexion every few minutes, as if he was assuring himself of her safety. Of course, every time she was either reading her book, nibbling at a slice of pizza, or sipping her soda. He finally relaxed and enjoyed the taste of the cheese-filled crust that he so loved. He closed his eyes. He had not had stuffed crust in such a long time due to the fact that no one else in his family liked it. The soft, warm, gooey cheese was perfection to his taste buds. When he opened his eyes he looked in Zexion's direction only to see a pair of black Converse next to the table. He looked up the thin legs clothed in tight-fitting black jeans, past the checkered hoodie, and into the cobalt eye that belonged to Zexion Ienzo.