A collection of drabbles for The Organization XIII.
Drabble Title: Revolving Door
Pairing: Zemyx
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the ideas for these drabbles
Zexion sipped on his soda, leaning back in his chair. He took a moment to let his eyes wander around the large area he was in. Teenagers flooded the zone like a disease, laughing and talking about anything and everything that came to mind. The sound of each of the people fused together into one loud racket, which annoyed The Schemer to no end. The smells of cheese, rice, and chicken flooded the senses, especially strong for Zexion's nose. For everyone there, the place was Heaven on Earth. For Zexion, it was the world's biggest Hell Hole.
The Mall.
How Zexion let Demyx talk him into coming to such a place was beyond him. Maybe it was the way that Demyx stared at him with those hopeful green eyes. Or perhaps because Demyx wouldn't stop asking until Zexion said yes.
But one way or another, there was Zexion, at the Food Court of a mall, about to rip his hair out. Demyx's sweet voice brought him back into reality. Sanity.
"Do you ever wonder why Larxene is the only girl?" The nocturne asked through a mouthful of pizza.
Zexion didn't quite get the question. "...because she's different in the pants then the rest of us are?"
Demyx rolled his green orbs, swallowing his pizza. "I mean why she's the only female Organization member."
Zexion couldn't help himself. "Well, Marluxia has a bigger chest then Larxene does, so you know never know. There might be two females."
"Zexion! That's mean! Don't say that!" Demyx scolded, even though his warning was disregarded by his laughter.
"Hey, you never know." Zexion smiled and finished off his soda.
"Well I guess," Demyx shrugged his shoulders, "Nothing's impossible."
"Well, you've obviously never tried to slam a revolving door." Zexion said sarcastically.
Demyx suddenly got a look of determination on his face.
"Dem, no." Zexion shook his head. "I was kidding."
"Come on Zexy!" Demyx stood quickly. "We're going to Macy's!"
"Why are we going to--" Zexion didn't get the finish asking his question, due to Demyx dragging him out of his chair and over to Macy's.
Demyx skidded to a stop, causing Zexion to almost trip. "Here it is."
The lovers stood in front of Macy's. A large revolving door stood in their path. To Zexion, it was nothing more then a door. But to Demyx, it was mocking him.
Oh, it was mocking him.
Demyx grabbed the edge of the door and tried to slam it, watching as the door spun around quickly in a circles before slowing to a stop. "Awwww."
"Demyx, you don't really think you can slam a revolving door, do you?" Zexion rose a silver eyebrow.
"I'm going to prove you wrong, Zexy!" Demyx said confidently, attempting to slam the door multiple times.
"Demyx, stop!" Zexion said. "You're going to get us in trouble!"
"No I'm not!" Demyx continued his actions. "I almost got it!"
"It's going around a circle! There's nothing for it to catch itself on. It's never going to slam." Zexion explained.
"That's what you say!" Demyx pouted, seeing as his plan wasn't working out so well. "The door will slam!"
Zexion and Demyx found themselves sitting in a small room, security standing by.
"Hey Zexy?" Demyx asked sadly.
"Yes, Demyx?" Zexion said in a monotone voice, though aggitation was evident in his tone.
"The door didn't slam." The nocturne mumbled softly.
"I know, Demyx, I know." Zexion sighed.
You know that place in the mall that if you get in trouble with security you have to sit there and wait for your parents to come and get you? Yeah, that's where Demyx and Zexion are. XD
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MindMageVI
