A/N: Mari-Chan here again~! Here is the next chapter for Sweetest Sin! I promised I would have it up today and it was work. oh and HAPPY ZEMYX DAY 9/6/2010! :DDDDD

Special Thanks To: Xelruna's Black-Flame Candle and animeairlinefreak for being my first reviewers! Thanks guys! *gives virtual marimo's to each as promised*

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts :((((( Why must remind me of this?

Rating: T

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Chapter 2

Zexion's feet pounded the harsh pavement as he dodged obstacles lining the sidewalk. His mind had started to reel, trying to produce enough thoughts to get him to a quiet place to think. He needed to escape his life, if only for a few hours.

Trying to swerve around stray palm trees and little kids, Zexion's toe caught on a stray crack and he yelped as he hit the pavement face first. Maybe running at high speed recklessly wasn't such a fantastic idea, he thought as he lay there. He didn't feel like getting up. His mind was still in a jumble. He felt curious eyes on his back but he didn't move. He didn't care if people looked at him. That was the least of his worries.

Slowly, dragging his knees toward his elbows, that were planted on the ground, he sluggishly dragged his body to a nearby tree for leverage. He didn't know what to do. He felt broken, and his whole body was weighed down. Gravity really hated him right now. Zexion pushed himself off the tree and started to walk with his head down for a lack of anything else to do.

Zexion continued down his undetermined path, occasionally dodging obstacles if the need arose. A light breeze began and ruffled his hair bringing a light twinge of sea salt under his nose.

Ocean. Beach.

The beach would be perfect. Not as many people would be there as yesterday. Today was a much gloomier day, gray clouds floating peacefully in front of the sun, threatening light rain in the future. He would go there. It was close by and solitude would give him peace. No one would bother him.

Letting his face go blank, his violet eyes flashing, he picked his pace up going straight for the small park, that would lead to the beach, at the end of the road. Hitting grass, he slowed down slightly. He was breaking and he could feel it. He just had to find a place to do it. Sluggishly dragging himself to the edge of the park he collapsed on a wooden, probably termite infested, beam. Here would do. It was away from the few people swimming and the younger children playing on the play structure. Curling into himself, he let more tears fall into his lap.

The tears became more scarce as he sat there, he couldn't cry anymore. It felt like he'd been crying for days. Bringing a hand up to peel off any strands of hair that has stuck to his face, he tucked his fringe behind his ear, eyes closing, before resting his chin on his hand, elbow digging into his knee. He let the sound of the waves hitting the shore wash over him.

This was a good idea. I can't think about him right now. To let my mind go blank was exactly what I needed.

Zexion listened intently, letting distant cars, the waves and the cries of the small children cover up his thoughts. Music made his way through the noises making them fade as it invaded his senses. It sounded like strings. A hauntingly beautiful melody was being played somewhere nearby. Zexion sharply whipped his head around for the source of the music that was increasingly getting faster and more elaborate. He searched the park behind him, in vain, and moved his gaze to the beach, then to the small side walk running through it and there-

Was a boy.

He sat on a old wooden stool on the edge of the sidewalk facing the water. No music sat in front of him as he gently swept his bow across the strings of his cello, his eyes closed. Zexion sat in awe at the talent he must have had at being able to play such an elaborate piece of music with no way of reading the notes. Zexion certainly couldn't do it in high school when he played the violin. And such emotion leaked itself into the flowing stream. He couldn't look away. The looked in absolute peace with his brow furrowing occasionally. He seemed undeterred by the ocean breeze, his sandy hair, in some sort of mullet fashion, flowing about. His pale and seemingly flawless skin glowed softly in the overcast light, giving him an angelic look. He was

Beautiful.

That's the only word he could think to describe him. Zexion got off the beam to move silently closer to the musician, never tearing his eyes away. Deciding to move to a nearby bench a few feet from the boy, listening silently, enjoying the breeze and the musician's entrancing music.

(I REALLY)

"Riku! I'm home!" Zexion threw off his shoes and tore through the house in search of his cousin. He had to tell him about the beautiful musician he had seen today. He was so excited he nearly crashed right into the silver haired boy on his way out of his room.

"Whoa, oh, hey, Zexion. You're not early today."

"No I'm not, Riku, and there's a very good reason for that. I went to the beach today-"

"Wait you went to the be-"

"And there was this cellist there. He was so beautiful, Riku. You have no idea. He had sandy blond hair and a peaceful expression. And it was the most beautiful song I've ever heard."

"Did you talk to him?"

"And-wait what?"

"Did you talk to him?"

"I-well-not-umm-" Riku smirked at Zexion's stuttering.

"Well, I think you should talk to him, find out his name. And why were you at the beach anyway? Didn't you go to work?"

"Oh, I don't know if-" Then it hit him. Work. Lexaeus. Lied. Running. Zexion whimpered as his knees hit the wood floor of the hallway. Riku followed him and put both his hands on his shoulders.

"Zexion? Zex! Are you okay? What happened? Did something happen with him? I swear to god if he did anything to you-"

"Riku. He-he lied. He said he was straight but I caught him with...lied..." Zexion broke off as fresh tears slid down his cheeks.

"I knew it. That's why you ran to the beach isn't it?" Riku pulled him into a comforting hug as Zexion nodded in affirmation.

"I-I totally forgot about him when I saw that boy and...I just don't know what to do."

"Forget about Lexaeus. He hurt you and then he lied to you. He doesn't deserve you anyway." Riku spat through gritted teeth. Venom flared in his aquamarine eyes blinding any other emotion.

"But how, Riku? I've loved him for years and-"

"That man."

"What?"

"Find that man, Zexion. You said he was beautiful. Find his name. Get over Lexaeus. You can't drown in depression forever. Meet someone new." Zexion didn't say anything back. He just let the words soak in. Riku was right. He can't sit around forever. He had a job to do, money to make, food to buy and a house to keep. He was sure Riku was right about that. But there is one other thing that he's right about, Zexion confirmed as Riku helped him off the floor,

I need to find that boy.

(NEED TO)

Zexion trekked toward the beach swinging his head left and right, searching for the man. He had stayed home all day fearing he wouldn't hold up in work. Xemnas would kill him and trap him in a long lecture about the darkness of his heart or something for being absent so many days but he didn't care.

All that was on his mind was finding that boy.

The beach was crowded today, children and teenagers playing in the water, couples holding hands and kissing along the waters edge. Zexion was sick of it. He just wanted to find the musician. He hated being in a place with to many people. That's why he was a reason he liked being a doctor. One person at a time. He had a feeling the boy didn't want to be too crowded while he played his instrument, so first, the park, it is.

He plopped down in the first bench he saw and scanned the area. Tree. Tree. Tree. Children. Bush. Sandbox. Play structure. Ice cream man. What if he's not here? Should I go back home? Tree. Bench. Beach. Or wait? Water. Teenagers. It's no use. He's not here. He tilted back his head and closed his eyes. Maybe he should come back tomorrow.

"Guys! Stop it! I want to actually play my cello today!" A much older voice cut through the giggles of the children and Zexion snapped his head back up.

It's him.

The musician's smile was captivating. He smile grew with each moment the children wouldn't let him leave. His eyes shown though he couldn't see what color they were from where he watched. The man tried picking his feet up but a few still clung to him dragging his feet down. He stopped and put a hand through his sandy hair.

Sandy Hair. Lexaeus.

Zexion violet eyes briefly filled with tears, but he quickly wiped them away when a musical laughed filled his ears.

"Get him! Come on!"

"No, wait! I-haha! Wait guys-hahaha!" The kids dog-piled the man, knocking him down.

"Okay, really, guys I want to play my cello today." He chuckled as he stood back up.

"But Demy, you aweways pway youwe cewo." A little girl pulled on 'Demy's tight-fitting jeans. A little boy, probably a little younger, nodded as he pulled on the laces of the man's bright blue converse.

"Yeah, please? We want you to play with us!" A older boy, probably in elementary school, twisted the man's black shirt, that clung tightly to his thin frame.

"Don't I play with you guys everyday?" The group nodded and the man smiled warmly at them. Zexion decided he wanted that man to smile like that at him.

"So, i'll be back tomorrow but I want to play the cello now, okay?" There was a chorus of acceptance as he separated himself from the children and sat with his cello, playing a slow but pleasant melody.

Zexion just sat and listened again. He couldn't just approach him. What am I going to say? 'Hi, I'm Zexion, you're personal stalker'? No, I definitely can't do that. So he listened. It's all he could do. But right now, it was enough to hear this beautiful man, who the children called 'Demy' play the cello.

So he listened.

Zexion came back everyday. Everyday, after work. He was able to get by, immersing himself in work, evading Lexaeus, and the thought of being able to listen to the boy's music. Just to sit and listen to him play, laying his head back on the back of the bench and closing his eyes, left him at peace. Today was no different. He just sat there quietly listening as usual.

Zexion heard the song stop. He must be switching songs. He just sat back and waited for the next onslaught of notes to reach his ears. He was so distracted he didn't hear the light footsteps leading to his bench.

"Excuse me?" Zexion snapped his eyes open and they met ice blue eyes and a beautiful smile.

"Uhhh..." He stuttered. The man chuckled and sat down next to him.

"I noticed you listen to my cello everyday." Zexion looked at the ground and blushed. Had I really made it that obvious? The musical laugh filled the air once more.

"It's okay. It's kinda nice having an audience. I'm Demyx." Demyx extended his hand toward him. Demyx. Demy. Oh I see. It suits him. Zexion hesitantly put his hand in Demyx's and gave him a small smile.

"Zexion." Demyx rewarded him with a breathtaking smile.

"Well, Zexy, I'm kinda in the mood for ice cream. Would you like to join me?" He asked as he hopped off the bench. Zexion looked up in surprise.

"I would love to." Demyx grinned and grabbed his hand. Zexion blushed hard as Demyx dragged him toward the ice cream man.

(FIND A)

"So, Zexy, what do you do for a living?" Demyx inquired curiously. Zexion once again looked down for what seemed like the fortieth time that day.

"O-oh. I'm a doctor." Demyx beautiful eyes widened as he grinned.

"Oh! Like the kind that you see on T.V? Do you save peoples lives?" Demyx practically bounced where he sat on a bench, enjoying his popsicle. Zexion chuckled at his cute innocence and excitement.

"Well, not exactly. I just do examinations for common everyday illnesses. But it's still exciting, I suppose. What do you do, Demyx?" He saw Demyx's eyes soften slightly at the mention of his job.

"I teach children music. You know, like a tutor. It's magical to see the children smile when they play their first instrument." Demyx smiled as he reminisced. Zexion glanced over in awe.

"That's beautiful." You're beautiful. He silently added, letting his eyes meet the musician's.

"Thanks, Zexy!" Demyx smiled sweetly at him. "But I have to go now. I have an appointment in 20 minutes." He ran back over to pack up his cello, and swung the strap over his shoulder, slightly skipping to Zexion.

"Bye, Zexy! It was nice meeting you!" Demyx pulled Zexion up into a small hug and Zexion's face heated before returning it slightly.

"You too, Demyx." The blond stepped back satisfied and put his hands on the cello strap.

"I hope we can be friends, Zexy! Bye!" Demyx scampered off in the opposite direction, waving, as Zexion remained on the same bench, a rare grin on his face.

"Friends. I'd like that."

(BETTER)

"So how'd it go? Did you finally go talk to him instead of just sitting there?" Riku sat next to him on the sofa looming over Zexion, as he read a book.

"No." Riku stared at him in irritation.

"No? Well, when are you going to do it? I mean-"

"Riku." Zexion shut his book and returned his cousin's stare. "He came to me." Zexion's smile grew as he thought about his day. Riku raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh? And how did that go?

"He's even more beautiful than I thought. He teaches music to children. He's kind and his laugh...it's musical and it's amazing when he smiles at all but when he smiles at me it's-"

"It sounds like your quite smitten, hm? How are you feeling now?" Zexion's quiet smile faded and his eyes grew cold.

"I still love him, Ri. I'm still sad and angry. But...but I think I can do better." Riku smiled and stopped looming over Zexion.

"That's the spirit, Zex. Sooooo, How tight are his pants?" Zexion looked back at him with a puzzled expression.

"W-what? Why?"

"Well they need to be loose enough for you to fit in there don't they-Ow!" Zexion chucked his book at Riku's head as he let his blue-ish silver hair hide his red cheeks.

"I'm just kidding, Zex. Jeez..." Riku rubbed his head and stood up.

"He asked me to be his friend." Zexion mumbled behind his fringe.

"What was that?" Riku asked and he turned back around.

"He told me he wanted to be friends." Zexion brushed his hair aside and grinned up at Riku.

"I'll bet he did." Riku's silver hair whipped around as he headed upstairs, hiding his own grin.

And I definitely plan to take him up on that offer.

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A/N: Soooo did you like it? PLEASE REVIEW! It helps me write and gives me motivation! I'll have more chapters up for this and Without Warning very soon. School starts back up tomorrow, so yeaaahhhh. Anyway I apologize for any issues with the writing my co-writer and editor is outta town so go easy on me please? Don't you love Riku, Demy and Zexy? I just wanna give um a Biiiigggg hug.

Thanks to all my readers, reviewers, favoritors, and alerters!

Mari-chan~