Ch.4-You don't mean it
I neglected to mention it on Monday, but happy belated Zemyx day! *Dances around* I also updated on that day, which made people happy! So, here's another chapter! ^^ Enjoy. By the way, I don't own the song in this chapter.
I slowly opened my eyes when I smelled something wafting into my room.
Pancakes, eggs, sausage.
I grinned as I eagerly sat up. The only one who would create such an elaborate breakfast was…
Windy's (Xaldin's) making breakfast! I thought, hopping out of bed as I temporarily forgot my handicap.
Until I ran into my door and fell backward from the collision.
I whimpered, rubbing my nose, before I leaped up, opened my door, and flew out of my room, heading toward where the scent was coming from.
"Whoa, there."
Someone grabbed the back of my shirt, halting me, as I neared the heavenly smell.
"Where do you think you're going, water boy?"
"Xiggy (Xigbar)?" I glanced behind me where the Arrowgun wielder's voice had come from.
"Haven't seen you since yesterday, mullet-head." Xigbar laughed as he set me on my feet. "Lux (Luxord) is gonna miss whipping you at card games."
"He cheats." I grumbled, looking away as I crossed my arms over my chest. "That's how he always wins."
Xigbar chuckled, patting my head. "You keep thinking that, little buddy."
I pouted as I gave a grumpy snort.
"By the way, Demy, where's your little seeing-eye bookworm?"
I gasped, remembering Zexion. "Oh, no! I forgot Zexion spent the night in my room!"
"Oh ho! Did he now?"
"Not like that!" I growled, glaring at Xigbar. "I didn't want to be alone!"
"Demyx!"
I glanced behind me. "Zexy."
"You can't leave without me." Zexion said, as he halted a few feet away. "You could get lost."
I sighed at how annoyed Zexion sounded. "Sorry. I smelled Xaldin's breakfast."
An exhale from Zexion and I was sure he was shaking his head.
"Of course. Come on." The Cloaked Schemer grabbed my wrist and lead me into the dining hall with Xigbar trailing behind us. "Let's go get you some breakfast, then."
"Yay!" I cheered, throwing my left hand in the air happily. "Breakfast!"
"You keep up that enthusiasm, little buddy." Xigbar chuckled, ruffling my hair.
I gleefully ate my breakfast without Zexy's assistance since I could follow the scent and find my plate.
I heard a grumble from Witch (Larxene).
"Useless." She muttered. "He should have been turned into a Dusk."
I glanced in the direction Larxy's voice had come from and ever so innocently flicked a forkful of scrambled eggs at her.
There was a startled screech as I resumed eating my breakfast.
"Did you see that?" Larxene questioned furiously. "He flicked eggs at me!"
I smiled slightly as I took another bite of my sausage.
I could feel Zexion staring at me with mild disapproval. But there was also a hint of amusement.
I hummed as I skipped beside Zexion who had his usual hold on my right wrist.
It was after breakfast and Zexy was leading me back to my room.
So far the Cloaked Schemer hadn't commented on what had happened during breakfast.
"What have I told you about tormenting Number Twelve, Demyx?"
And there it was.
I winced as I stopped in my skipped, then sighed.
"T' not to." I mumbled, glancing to my left.
"That's right. You're lucky she didn't attack you right then and there."
I gave another exhale. "I know."
"Don't do it again." Zexion reprimanded as he opened the door to my room.
"Okay…"
Zexion helped me sit on the edge of my bed.
"Here."
"Hm?" I closed my hands around whatever it was that Zexion handed me before I tightly hugged it. "My Sitar!"
"You haven't played it since…it happened."
I smiled. "It's not taboo. I don't care if you say 'since you became blind'." I closed my eyes as I began to play a gentle tune, forgetting about the world around me and that Zexion was listening to me as I quietly began to sing.
"Somewhere there's speaking. It's already coming in. Oh, and it's rising at the back of your mind."
I sighed, lowering my head.
"You never could get it unless you were fed it. Now you're here and you don't know why. But under skinned knees and the skid marks, past the places where you used to learn. You howl and listen,"
I gradually opened my eyes, keeping my gaze to the ground.
"Listen and wait for the echoes of angels who won't return. He's everything you want, he's everything you need, he's everything inside of you that you wish you could be."
A small smile crossed my face at how this song reminded me of Zexion; I already knew of my feelings for the Cloaked Schemer.
"He says all the right things at exactly the right time. But he means nothing to you and you don't know why…"
"That's a nice song."
I stopped playing and winced when I hit a sour note as I heard Zexion's voice next to me.
"I-I'm sorry." I muttered, looking to my left as I felt the slate-haired Nobody sit on my right side. "I didn't mean…I got carried away…"
"No. I like it." Zexion whispered. "Play more."
I gave a soft giggle as a blush crossed my cheeks before I continued playing the lukewarm melody and resumed singing.
"You're waiting for someone to put you together. You're waiting for someone to push you away. There's always another wound to discover. There's always something more you wish he'd say."
I dropped my voice to a whisper as I sang the next part, hoping, desperately hoping that the boy beside me got my hint.
"He's everything you want, he's everything you need, he's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. He says all the right things at exactly the right time. But he means nothing to you and you don't know why."
I gave a low sigh when I didn't hear any comment from Zexion.
"But you'll just sit tight and watch it unwind. It's only what you're asking for and you'll be just fine with all your time. It's only what you're waiting for. Out of the island, into the highway, past the places where you might have turned. You never did notice, but you still hide away. The anger of angels won't return."
I subtly glanced toward where Zexion sat, trying to be sure he didn't notice that I was waiting for a reaction from him. But he was still silent.
"He's everything you want, he's everything you need, he's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. He says all the right things at exactly the right time. But he means nothing to you and you don't know why."
There was a knock at my door and both Zexion and I looked up.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything." Axel's voice grinned.
"Not at all." Zexion replied. "What do you need, Number Eight?"
"I'd like to talk to you."
"Of course." Zexion stood up and I followed after him. "Come on, Dem-"
"Alone." Axel finished.
I paused in my half-crouch before I sat back down.
"I'll be back soon, Demyx." Zexion said as he wake toward Axel. "Will you be all right here by yourself for a few minutes?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "Have fun."
I waved as the door to my room shut. Once I was sure both the pyro and illusionist were gone, I sighed and leaned back on my hands as I gazed down. After a few seconds of pouting that my song had been interrupted, I picked up my Sitar to at least finish it. Even if I was alone.
"I am everything you want, I am everything you need, I am everything inside of you that you wish you could be. I say all the right things at exactly the right time. But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why."
I shook my head, closing my eyes.
"And I don't know why. Why, I don't know…"
I groaned, leaning my Sitar against the side of my bed before I flopped on my back. Without Zexion listening to my song, it just wasn't fun.
After a while of just lying on my back, I got bored and sat up.
"I wonder why Axel wanted to talk to Zexion without me…" I muttered to myself. "What could be so secret that he couldn't talk about it with both of us?"
I leaped out of bed and headed toward my door.
"It can't be that bad."
I gradually walked down the hallway, listening for any sort of sign that I was close to the Grey Area.
"I know you didn't bring me here just for idle chatter, Number Eight." Zexion's voice said. "What do you want?"
I pressed my back against the wall I had my right hand against and stood still, trying not to make my presence known.
"Ah, I can't just talk to you without having some sort of ulterior motive?" Axel questioned sadly.
A low growl.
Axel sighed. "Oh, all right I was just curious about how you were doing with Demyx."
"What do you mean by that?" Zexion inquired.
"I mean, are you okay with Boss McLordy Pants ordering you to stay by Demy's side even though there is not chance of him ever being able to see again?"
I waited for Zexion to answer Axel's question.
"Watching over him is simply another mission that does not require me to leave the castle." Zexion said after what felt like an eternity of silence. "If you are suggesting that I do not like this 'mission' because I only stay in one place, then you are correct."
What? I thought, wondering what Zexion meant.
"I do not understand why Master Xemnas chose me specifically for the job of watching over Demyx, but I will see it through no matter how annoying Number Nine is."
"You think he's annoying?" Axel questioned. "That's harsh, even for you, Zexion."
"You know it's true, Number Eight. Everyone does."
"But he's a little brother annoying. Not any other type of annoying as far as I'm concerned."
"Then you are thinking of a different definition for annoying." Zexion murmured. "Demyx to the other members may be a 'hyper little brother' annoying, but he is a different annoying for me."
A low chuckle from the red-head.
"How is he annoying to you, then?"
"He is lazy, aggravating, and can't hold up his end of the conversation before he gets distracted by something. But that's not it. If I had to count them, I would surmise that there are seven things I hate about Demyx. He's vain, constantly plays games and pranks, he's insecure, his singing, his Sitar, and how he talks so carefree everyday. But the seventh thing is that…"
I didn't hear the last part of Zexion's 'why I hate Demyx' explanation as I had turned and ran back toward my room, summoning a Dark Corridor that would lead me to the only place where I wouldn't face Zexion.
Twilight town.
That's not good! Demyx ran away! Oh no! What will happen to him next?
