Good Night, Good Morning

Demyx

The days past, and I still didn't know what had happened between Zexion and the white haired boy, man, person. Part of me didn't mind – it was none of my business who he chose to converse with, but something about me, about him bothered me and struck me with a feeling of unease.

He seemed quieter than usual, and shied away from me more than I was comfortable with. He continued our morning ritual of course, nothing could break that. But he barely spoke and would just sit outside in the parking lot at the end of the day, waiting for me.

And of course, he would still sneak over during the night, not every night, but sometimes I just had to look out the window, and Zexion's dark figure would appear, as if waiting for me to look, to see him.

Demyx had just fallen asleep when he heard it. Loud, off pitch screeching. He knew who that voice belonged to and he wanted to go to her and smack her in the face to shut her up. He didn't care why she was screaming. It was too late to have someone screaming like a banshee.

"Fine you little shit! You're lucky to have us you know that?" Even though Demyx was a full house over, he could hear the slur of drunkenness in her voice, which made Demyx want to puke. Sure, he'd do some underage drinking now and then but he'd never scream at someone like that. Especially not the person that was supposed to be her 'son.'

He heard a loud slam and just sighed. He knew there was nothing he could really do. Sure he could call the police, tell them what he knew. But if he did that, Zexion would just go back to foster care. He didn't know what happened to Zexion's birth parents, but he decided he shouldn't ask.

Demyx hugged his pillow and tried to go back to sleep. Right as he started to fall back into his slumber, he heard a small click of a lock. He was too drowsy to care. He knew he was safe regardless. There was silence throughout his house, but if he listened very carefully, he could hear the slow, quiet footsteps of the intruder.

"Demyx..." His voice was broken, and more raspy than it was earlier in the week. The sleeping blonde didn't bother to raise his head, and simply patted the bed next to him. Zexion smiled, just a bit. He remembered the times when he slept over when they were younger, when he was afraid of the dark.

Because Demyx and he were neighbors, their parents often stuck the two of them together. Demyx's housekeeper would babysit them. Zexion could still remember the day it was storming nine years ago, when he first found comfort in Demyx's company.

A loud clash of thunder sounding, making seven year old shriek. He bit his lip, and looked around the empty room, surprised to hear no one yell at him to shut up. He knew Demyx's home was different from his own, but he had no idea how much, especially back then. He was so young.

He was used to the silence of his home, but he was always surprised that there was a soft melody filling the house – or at least that floor. He wanted to know where the sound was coming from, but he knew the old tale of curiosity killing the cat. He didn't want to die. And he didn't want to get in anyone's way, especially when his 'mother' told him he was lucky that Demyx's family allowed for him to stay while they were away.

But, something compelled him. He wanted to know what was making such a sweet noise. He thought it must be from a radio of sorts, but it still sounded so lovely.

Before he knew it, Zexion was abandoning the warmth of the guest bed, and stuck his head out of the door timidly. There were no lights on. But he could hear where the music was coming from now. It was Demyx's room, if he remembered right.

He tip toed over and gave a small knock. No answer. He frowned to himself, hoping he hadn't woken his 'friend'. He took a step away from the door and quickly headed back to the room he was occupying, not wanting to be standing in the darkness any longer than he had to.

"Zexion?" He froze, just as he was about to open the door. He noticed that the music had stopped. Zexion turned and looked towards where he had just been. Demyx, who was ten at the time (His birthday was three months before Zexion's) smiled the goofy smile he wears to this day. "Something scare you?"

Zexion could feel his sarcasm. He knew that Demyx had meant nothing by it, that he was just teasing. "N-No... Well.. Well yes, but I just.. Just wanted to know where that music was coming from." He was growing more afraid as he felt the darkness surrounding. Sure, he was starting to be able to see but he was still fearing it.

"Come, I'll show you." Zexion could see Demyx hold out his hand. Or at least he thought he was. Zexion took a few steps forward, just as the hall lit with a flash of white and a loud clap of thunder made the house feel like it was shaking.

Zexion yelped. The next thing that clicked in his mind was his arms around something. Someone. Demyx. He clung to him in fear, and it took him a moment for Zexion to realize that Demyx was holding him, like he thought a older brother would to a younger one. "Not one for thunderstorms?"

Zexion looked up at him. There was that stupid smile on his face. Before Zexion could say anything Demyx grabbed his hand and pulled him into his room. He sat Zexion on the bed and picked up a small guitar from its stand.

"Is this the sound you heard?" and to Zexion's amazement, the soft melody he had heard from his rooms hit his ears. He could now hear the slight mistakes Demyx made while he played but, he was in no position to criticize him for it. It sounded beautiful regardless.

When he stopped, he looked at Zexion for an answer. "U..Um yes, y-yes it's the sound I heard..."

Another flash, and clap caused Zexion to whine and bring his knees up to his chest. God how he hated thunder.

"You can stay here tonight, if you want." He set the guitar down and jumped onto his bed. "I have the room." His innocence back then made Zexion smile. He dropped down his head against the pillow beside Demyx, and to his surprise Demyx pulled him closer. "Now maybe you won't hear the thunder anymore." Zexion wasn't sure if this was true, but he did manage to sleep. One of the best sleeps he had had in a while.

Zexion smiled at himself at the memory. He remembered how easy it was back then. No one thought it was odd for children to find comfort in each other, but somewhere along the lines to the age they are now, it became perverted and sinful if those two 'children' were both boys.

He found himself in the same position he'd been in all those years ago. Laying beside his neighbor, feeling his arms wrap around him, offering him the comfort he so often sought. "Thank you..." Demyx thought he heard those words come out of Zexion's mouth, but he was too sleepy to be sure.

"Don't thank me... Not for this." he whispered, unsure if it was the right thing to say. He felt his friend grip him, and felt his tiny frame shake against him. He gave no response, and they just laid there together, until they drifted off into their slumbers.

Demyx awoke in the morning, just before the alarm, feeling a lack of warmth. It took him a moment to register what had happened last night. Zexion had been here. Right. He glanced around and saw no trace of him. He blinked a few times before the sound reached his ears.

The sound of running water.

He smiled and shook his head. Looking to his left, he saw Zexion's clothes from the previous night folded up neatly on his desk chair. Demyx got up, and shivered as his toes touched the floorboards. He took out some clothes and changed. Feeling eyes on him as he was changing his shirt, he stopped and turned.

There, at his door was a next to nude Zexion. He almost grimaced seeing all the scars and bandages on his tiny form. "Have a nice shower?" He smirked a bit seeing Zexion blush.

"I'm sorry i-if it wa-wasn't okay for me to do that..."

Demyx laughed. "You're kidding right?" He came dangerously close to Zexion and poked his forehead before he had a chance to back away. "I don't care if you shower here." He flashed Zexion that smile he knew so well, and Zexion slipped under him and grabbed his clothes, and looked at Demyx shyly.

"I'll be downstairs." Laughing, he headed down the stairs and started making breakfast. He decided to try his luck at pancakes. He looked up from his cooking efforts when he heard the fridge open. "Do you ever make noise?" Demyx said jokingly.

"Sometimes," Zexion muttered. He turned and looked at him. "Pancakes?"

"Yup! I made some for you too!" He dumped the pancakes onto two plates and handed one to him. "They aren't poisonous are they?" Demyx's jaw dropped, looking at the smirk on Zexion's face. "Look who finally learned how to tell a joke!"

"No I'm serious. Are they poisonous?" But he chuckled, just from the sheer astonishment on the young blonde's face. Both of them found themselves laughing as they walked to the table. Demyx liked mornings like this. They didn't happen to often but he had to say, he truly enjoyed the company of the smaller man.

Based on the look on his companion's face, he enjoyed it too.

They ate in silence, and to Demyx's surprise, they actually tasted decent. Last time he tried making pancakes, he almost burned down the kitchen. He looked at Zexion, who had a very thoughtful look on his face. He smiled and poked him with his fork. "So, what have you been doing recently anyway?"

Zexion's eye looked up at him, and his expression changed completely. He looked like a child who just got caught stealing a cookie from the jar before dinner. Swallowing, he looked at Demyx, trying to think of what to say in response. "I've been reading, and stu... What?"

Demyx was hitting his head off the table. "That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I meant, I haven't seen you around school – Where've you gone?"

"Why did you not just ask that?"

"Answer the question."

"I've been around. Near the clock tower." He took another bite of his pancake, and Demyx just stared at him, as if waiting for him to continue. "Since when do you care about my school happenings?"

Demyx was caught off guard by the sudden change. "It's not that I really... I mean I was just making sure everything was okay."

"Things are fine. Thank you, for your concern, Demyx."

"Okay if you're su-"

"I am. Thank you." Demyx sank in his seat, he knew that look. Zexion's eye was glaring at him, causing him to go pale. "D-Don't look at me like that..."

Zexion rolled his eye and finished his pancakes. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry up." Demyx glanced at the time, it was five to 7:00.

"Crap!" Demyx quickly scarfed down the remaining pancakes off his plate. He knew this was going to kick him in the ass later, but he did not want to be late. By the time he finished and got his shoes on, and grabbed his bag, Zexion was leaning against the door, his phone in hand. Demyx waved his keys in front of his face to snap him out of his seeming trance.

They headed to the car. Demyx watched Zexion as he continued to text throughout the car ride. He couldn't help feeling odd, since when did Zexion text?