My brain was going crazy, what with all these questions streaming into my head while I was still trying to snap myself out of my sleepy stupor.

I blinked several times, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. "Demyx?" I asked again, my voice drenched in irritation as I glared up at the taller teen. "It's the middle of the night" I added and yawned instantly afterwards.

Now, I suppose you may be wondering "Who in the name of kingdom hearts is Demyx?" or maybe "Why am I even listening to this guys' story?"

Well, the answer to the latter part, maybe it's because you've got nothing else better to do or maybe you're stalking me… Are you stalking me? Meh. Whatever.

As for the 1st question, pull up a seat and listen. This is going to be a semi-long story and I do not want any questions asked until I am done, understood?

Good.

Hmm. Where shall I begin? Ah. How about how we met? Yes. That's a very nice way to start a story.

It was years ago, around when I was 9 years old, that I met him. My mother managed to sell another house, that house being right next door. The couple who had purchased it was the Innugami's and, according to my parents, they had a son around my age as well. Being the young kid I was, I grew excited at the thought of a new friend I could play with.

Days passed and I grew more and more excited, wanting to meet the new kid and be the first kid on the block to befriend him.

Finally, the day had come and a family sedan, filled with bags and boxes, parked in the empty lot, a moving truck following behind.

I heard my mother call me and I dashed down the stairs, knowing full well that my mother was going to help the new neighbors and ask me to help as well. Of course, I didn't mind. My mom clasped her hand around mine and we walked over, my mother carrying a fruit basket that father purchased earlier that day.

As my mother greeted Mr. and Mrs. Innugami, I stared at the boy standing by her side, who was staring back at me as well. He had brownish blond hair and I couldn't decide upon whether or not his hair was Mohawk style or mullet. I decided that it was both and introduced myself.

Moving away from my mother's side while she happily chatted with the Innugami's, I extended my hand towards the boy. "Good morning and welcome to Twilight Town. I'm Zexion!" I greeted, remembering to be polite as mother instructed.

The boy smiled and grabbed my hand. Shaking it, he replied "I'm Demyx!"

Within the time span of 2 weeks, we were the best of friends. I knew his favorite color, he knew mine. We played a lot of games like 'pirate' and 'the floor is acid!' and got scolded by our parents when we broke a flower vase.

Yup. Best friends forever, he would say.

When we started going to the same grade school, it was there that I introduced him to my other friends, Axel, Roxas, Sora and the rest of the group

And, well, that is how I met Demyx Innugami.

I see people raising their hands back there. As I said earlier, questions will be answered AFTER my story. C'mon, people. We had an agreeme---

"A-ah!!! D-d-demyx!!!" I stammered as I felt my best friend nipping at my neck.

Thanks to you people, I forgot that I was still in a predicament.

I struggled to free myself from his grip, but he was stronger than I was and then a thought sprang into my head.

Sit your butts down; I'm not done with my story.

Everyone seated? Yes? Okay. Now, here is what I think: Demyx likes LIKES me.

I see people snickering over there. You think this is funny?! I am being harassed by my own best friend! This is no laughing matter!

Well, Demyx has always been clingy. Maybe he's liked me since ever and I didn't notice. I hate myself for being oblivious at times… And I recall Axel once told me to be careful because someone had a HUGE crush on me. He wouldn't tell me who it was so I deduced it was Larxene because he said 'be careful' and the only person I needed to be careful about was Larxene…and I'd assume it would be worse if she liked me.

I was squirming under his grip, hoping that I could somehow wriggle myself out but I'm afraid my attempt was in vain.

"Demyx" I say in a scolding tone. "What the hell?"

But, no. Demyx didn't stop. He pinned my hands above my head now but this time, using only one hand to hold my wrists together. He was still nipping at my neck while his free hand slowly made its way under my shirt.

"Demyx," I say, trying my best to keep my cool, but I was just about ready to kick him where the sun don't shine if he didn't stop. "I swear, Demyx. If you do not cease this at once, I will scream loud enough to wake up the whole neibmrrph---"

He silenced my by crushing our lips together and I couldn't help but shudder at the feel of someone else's tongue in my mouth, exploring every inch inside.

Okay. Lesson learned. Threats don't work when you're about to get raped by your best friend AND that it is definitely not a good idea to be talking too.

I kicked my feet but he had them pinned down as well. Oh my God. I am going to lose my virginity to my best friend. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

My shirt was around my neck and arms now and Demyx finally pulled away from the kiss. I took several deep breaths and couldn't help but make a face of disgust. EWW… someone else's tongue was inside my mouth. I was about to complain again but a strangled cry came out instead. Demyx was leaving butterfly kisses on every inch of my exposed skin. I shivered. Oh my god. This feels amazing!!!

What in the world am I saying?!

With one swift motion, he had gotten my shirt off and I took that as my chance to escape. I jerked my hands away from his then pushed him off me. He lost his balance and I pulled my legs from underneath him and struggled to find the edge of my bed. I found it and fell off, landing with a loud thud and stood up as fast as I possibly could. I wasn't out of the jungle yet.

Seeing as running away to my room would do absolutely nothing, I bolted to the door, dashed down the stairs and ran out of my own house, not bothering to put on my shoes. I heard Demyx calling me but I refuse to go back.

I REFUSE.

I ran away, regretting the fact that I decided to leave my shoes, and headed to Roxas' and Sora's house.

I stopped to catch my breath in front of their house and walked up to the door. I was glad to see that their parents weren't home tonight, (probably on another business trip) meaning I could barge in without disturbing them.

I lifted the doormat and found the key. No, they aren't that stupid. This key isn't to open the front door; it's the key to open the box that contains the key to the front door.

I walked to the lawn and looked around some bushes and finally found the little boy. I opened it and pulled out the spare key. I walked once again to the front door, opened it and walked in. I placed the key on the nearest table where they kept all their other keys and trinkets and closed the door behind me, locking it.

I tip toed my way to Sora and Roxas' room and opened the door to find only one sleeping body on the bed instead of 2. I raised my eyebrow at this but shrugged.

"Roxas…? Or maybe Sora…?" I whispered as I made my way to the bed.

The figure groaned a bit and slowly sat up. "Zexy?" Sora asked as he rubbed his eyes. "What're you doing here?"

I scratched the back of my neck and replied. "Something happened and I needed to talk to someone."

Sora nodded, pushing his blanket off his body. He slung both legs over the edge of the bed and stood up then walked to his closet. I followed him, not really knowing what he was doing because I was too deep in thought to take in what was happening. He pulled out a shirt from his closet and handed it to me and walked out his room.

I put the shirt on and followed him out his room and found him at the kitchen looking through the cupboards for something so I pulled out a seat and sat at the dining table.

"Where's Roxas?" I asked as he pulled out a pot and a bunch of other things. I couldn't see very well from my position.

He shut the cupboard and placed the pot on the stove. "Oh. Well, Axel came over a while ago and Roxas decided to sleep over." He replied over his shoulder.

It was quiet for a few minutes, aside from the clattering of a pair of mugs, and soon, the aroma of chocolate filled the air. "So, why didn't you go?" I asked as I played with the hem of my shirt.

Sora shrugged from his position then replied. "I think they could use the alone time… If you get what I mean" He snickered and went back to what I assumed was hot chocolate.

Another few minutes later and Sora joined me at the tabled and pushed a cup of hot chocolate into my cold hands. He smiled at me as I accepted it and took a sip from his own cup, making a pained face as the hot liquid burned his tongue. He smiled sheepishly at me and put his cup down. "Okay. I'm listening."

I let out a sigh and start to explain. Sora listened to me without interrupting, unlike you people, and rubbed his chin in thought.

"So," he asked, "What are you going to do?"

I shook my head and took a sip of my hot chocolate. Just so you people know, Sora's hot chocolate tastes the best. "I don't know…"

Sora finished his hot chocolate and placed it back on the table. "Well, for now, you can sleep over."

I quickly finished my hot chocolate and placed my cup at the sink where a pile of unwashed dishes stood. I looked at it in disgust until Sora caught my attention.

"Maybe Roxy will know what to do. He gives great advice." He nodded and gestured for me to follow him. I did so, leaving those horrible dishes behind.

Sora jumped into his bed and pulled the sheets over his body. "Ehee!! Zexy and I have our own sleep over!" he said happily and I couldn't help but scoff.

I walked to the bed and laid down, pulling a separate blanket over myself.

"Hey, Sora?" I asked.

Sora turned to his side and looked at me. "Hmmm?"

I looked at him as well and smiled. "Thanks for listening."

He nodded happily and smiled. "No problem at all, Zexy!"

"…"

"… What's wrong, Zexy?"

I groaned. "Oh my god, Sora. We sounded so gay just now."

He shrugged and closed his eyes. "Pfft. Whatever, zexy. G'night."

"Good night…"


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