Chapter 3
Two-Faced Discoveries
The Cloaked Schemer sat down on the couch beside Demyx, who wielded his infamous ocean blue sitar. This was the first time Zexion saw the thing up close, it was quite the eleborate instrument. So far Zexion had been doing okay, although the 'hug' severley threw him off he was starting to recover from the embrace. The feeling of strange pain in his stomach had finally settled down; Zexion was now in control again. "Okay, tell me what you think of the song after you hear it, okay?" said the Melodious Nocturne, who seemed more than estatic for his private preformance. Zexion nodded his head in agreement while Demyx struck a cord on his sitar, he also looked a little bit nervous. It's normal for a human to be nervous in a pressured position... (According to his research that is) "Okay ready?" The Schemer looked at the large sitar, then back up to the blonde who smiled brilliantly. "Go on." he said quietly. Demyx loved music, his weapon was a musical instrument for crying out loud. Zexion personally had never seen Demyx play before, he was actually quite interested in seeing the Nobodies musical abilities.
Demyx began to play a slow yet beating melody on his sitar; he closed his eyes as his gloved fingers plucked at the slender strings. A harmony was made as the Nocturne continued to race his hand up and down the sitar strings, playing the instrument expertly. Zexion was actually quite surprised, the Nobody didn't look completley useless after all. Learning how to play an instrument requires a lot of practice and a lot of patience; Demyx had obviously had spent a lot of time working on his skill. However music will not help the Organization in their goals, it will only cause a distraction. Nonetheless he continued to litsen, as suddenly Demyx began to sing.
"I see stars shoot across the sky...when you turn to look at me.
The atmosphere was midnight...a storm of passion swirled above me.
Eyes as lucid as crystal...burned right into my soul.
Nothing could compare...I was stuck inside a grave hole...
Your arms as the shovel...Your heart as the light.
You saw exactly...the kind of state I was in tonight.
Constant dispair...raging through my bones.
The only thing I wanted...was to talk with you on the phone...
You said you didn't want me...And I could understand.
Even if you weren't there...my life was never bland.
However things lit up...while you were around.
Things become better...all year round...
I don't see...why you want to save me.
I belong in this darkness...all I have now are the shadows.
Something pulled me...from that painful direction.
You held me in your arms...my heart opening like a dissection...
And now tears gently roll down my face.
It looks like you do care...unlike the human race.
You noticed me...The scene may look sappy.
Nothing could outlast, this moment made me happy.."
Demyx's singing was enchanting, his voice would suddenly mature into an adult tone. No more could Zexion hear the blonde's childish voice, instead it was replaced with something extraordinary and professional. The song completley had struck a nerve at Zexion; but what was it? He felt strange, he felt...Sympathetic. The words of this song reflected his prescence within Organization XIII, however unlike the song he was all alone. Nobody was there to hold him, nobody was there to notice him. It was a very saddening thing that actually connected in some way with the Schemer. His bewitched singing as well as the graceful harmonies he played were a thrilling combination. He fet that pain again, this time it was in his chest area...The place where his heart is supposed to be... What's this? Why do I feel it here...I have no heart... he thought, putting his hand to his chest.
Zexion was definatley on his way to feeling compassion, but he still had ways to go to figure out about the word [ilove[/i. Demyx stopped playing and looked up, his lips curled into a gentle smile. "It was actually pretty good." said Zexion. He didn't have that much trouble coming up with replies now, the Cloaked Schemer could actually say something nice without twitching. Progress...It's all thanks to the power adaption. Demyx clapped his hands happily and embraced the silver haired male again. This time Zexion was prepared, and hugged him back as if on automatic; Your not going to throw me off guard this time... True, Zexion felt quite strange back then when he hugged him unexpectedly, but the illusiont came to the conclusion that Demyx showed his appreciation through physical contact. He assumed that this was yet another thing humans usually did when they were 'friends'. "Zexion, your the best!" Demyx squealed as he sat back properly in his seat. "I'm really glad you liked it! I worked so hard on it the other day!" Zexion nodded his head; by this time the Schemer had managed to give Demyx small smiles. It was strange, but it actually hurt a little to smile; then again he wasn't much of a smiler.
"I'm serious, you did a good job." said Zexion, shooting off another of his newly discovered 'small' smiles. That one hurt a bit... The silver haired male adjustied his jaw while Demyx plucked playfully at the strings of his sitar. "You know, ever since I came into the Organization...I never found anyone who has treated me like I was a real person...You don't know how alone I felt...Until I talked to you today of course..." Zexion nodded his head; it was common for humans to say something along the lines of a 'thank you' when you've done something nice to them. "...Thank you Zexion..." Demyx's voice adapted it's serious tone, and the Melodious Nocturne locked eyes with the illusionist. Zexion didn't understand this look, he was once again thrown off guard. Why is he looking at me like that? Slowly Demyx leaned close to the silver haired male, it was actually ironic because his breath smelled like the fresh ocean breeze...Silently, the blonde placed his lips lightly onto Zexions; the Schemers eyes widened but he did nothing, he was too stunned by this sudden course of action. T-This isn't right...A-Acordding to my r-research affection as intimate a-as this is supposed to be shared be a m-male AND a f-female... he thought wildly as he let the sitar player kiss him. B-But why aren't I stopping him...W-Why am I letting h-him do this...? T-This isn't r-right... Although Zexion cursed the kiss to Hades inside his mind, a buried feeling in the back of his brain wanted to do the same thing to the bubbly rocker.
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No.11 of Organization XIII was the notorious Graceful Assasin, Marluxia. He walked through the halls of The Castle That Never Was whistling an optimistic tune. The pink haired man was actually quite content, he was after all on 'vacation'. Every day since summer started Marluixa took a trip the gardens of Castle Oblivion, where he would plant various different flowers all throughout the day. It was a relaxing and calming activity, one that didn't require Keyblades, revenge, or ducks. For once the Assasin was able to sit back and smell the roses, which were actually quite sweet during the summer. He flipped his hair extravagantly as he continued to make his way up to his private chambers. Right now he felt like watching a movie and relaxing on his bed, however he wanted to stop at the library to get a book. Marluxia saw one that was filled with information about different types of angiosperms (the scientific name for flowers) the other day.
Although Marluxia dosn't really get along with Xemnas, he was actually starting to patch things up with the Superior. Getting a vacation was absolutley delightful! He wasn't compelled to follow [iany[/i orders! He could just sit down, relax, and mentally prepare himself for the Organization's return in the fall. Actually something he always wanted to do was go to a movie theater to watch something on the 'big screen'. Marluxia always wanted to try and live a normal life, for at least one day. I think I'll go ask Larxene if she wants to come with me, there will be plenty of animals there to fry... he mused silently, as he walked through the archway of the library. The Assasin suddenly halted in his tracks, his eyes widened as a shocking scene unravled before him. What the hell is Zexion doing kissing Demyx!?!?! he thought crazily, diving behind the cornor of the archway. Slowly, he peeked his head and saw that the two were STILL locking lips. Pressing his back against the wall Marluxia flashed a toothy grin; Oh this is just too rich...
The Assasin knew that Larxene and the others would a kick to finding out that the Cloaked Schemer and the Melodious Nocturne were actual lovers! Sprinting down the hall, Marluxia quickly raced up the castle stairs. This was something he could NOT keep bottled up inside; halfway up the stairs Marluxia exploded into a trembling laughter. It was sooo funny; it was the oddest couple in the world! Zexion, the silent, serious one was actually a big, flaming, MO! It'sobvious Demyx is gay, just hear him talk! It was just an unbeleivable sight; Marluxia rubbed his eyes on his way up, making sure he wasn't dreaming. Oh, the Organization XIII would certainly be interested in the scandalous development of Zexion's personal relations. He knew there was something fishy under the cloak the Schemer always wore over his face...Marluxia always suspected something, but he could never figure out what that something was. The Assasin could not resist; he bursted out laughing again, his voice echoing all throughout the stairwell of the castle.
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In reality the dramatic kiss only lasted for exactly one minute. Demyx removed his lips from Zexion's and flashed him a warm smile. "Thank you..." The Melodious Nocturne grabbed ahold of his sitar and began dragging it out of the library. Demyx felt loved and cared for, after all he was as sensitive as the sea! It didn't take much for the sitar player to fall in love with the silver haired male. He didn't know what came over him, with the whole kiss thing and all...Maybe that was a bit much.. The blonde giggled as he began to journey toward his room, Zexion really was the greatest! Even though he knew the Cloaked Schemer was out of his league, he still felt the need to write the illusionist a love song. Demyx needed to thank him again and again, after all what he did back there was just so kind. I didn't know Zexion was actually nice...Everytime I see him he would always have an annoyed expression on his face... Demyx shrugged as he began to put together melodies and lyrics for his new love, Zexion.
On the Schemers end, things were far from tranquil; as soon as Demyx left a streak of red suddenly appeared on the man's face. W-What just happened? Zexion felt shattered, he felt confused, he felt torn...Things like that normally didn't happen...It just wasn't normal damnit! Zexion placed a gloved finger onto his mouth, it was as if a cool wave washed upon the shores of his lips. No...This wasn't supposed to happen...None of this was supposed to happen! Zexion was boggled beyond recognition, he was confused, he was paralyzed, but most of all he felt...Happy...I can't feel happy! I CAN'T! Zexion was frustrated, he shook his head violently and slamemd his fist onto the plush couch. Feelings the Schemer didn't even know existed were swirling all over the place...How can a Nobody feel this way? It just didn't make sense! The song, the hugging, the kiss...All of it swelled up inside Zexion's chest, the pain that started from a low sting increased it's volume drastically. He clutched his stomach, trying to force the feeling to subside.
D-Do I...Like him? Zexion didn't understand, was he actually attracted to that blonde ditz?! No...I can't be... Despite this thought Zexion placed a finger on his lips again, recalling the freshness he felt. It was as if Demyx had taken his breath away; was he really in love with Demyx? But that's absurd! How can someone be in love after such a minimal experience?! The silver haired male needed to investigate this thoroughly; it was something he definitely needed to record. If he was in love with Demyx, how would he be able to get rid of this love...Distance... The word echoed through his mind; he decided that it would be very dangerous for Zexion to spend anymore time with Demyx. Although the illusionist didn't have a heart, for some reason he felt the emotions of one. But this contradicted the existence of a Nobody...It was all too much for the Cloaked Schemer. Even though he felt torn, a part of him felt joy...Is this what being happy feels like? he wondered. Getting up from his seat in the library, Zexion cleared his throat. He could not risk truly falling in love with Number Nine; if that happened there was no telling how the man would act. He had a reputation to uphold.
Walking toward the exit, Zexion placed his hand on the edge of the archway. Turning his head, the silver haired male looked at the spot where his whole 'experiment' started. After replaying about every moment in his head Zexion couldn't help but actually smile at the memory. After all he was alone, who was going to know?
