. : : The Cookie Cake Incident : : .
-Part Three-
With new determination, Demyx quickly stood up from his bed, causing Ienzo to tumble down from his original sleeping spot and hiss at him for daring to interrupt his peaceful slumber. Turning around to face the feisty critter Demyx bent down to be eyelevel with him. Then he stuck a finger in Ienzo's face and said in a stern voice he used strictly for showing Ienzo who's boss, "Don't you hiss at me! Today is a good day…hopefully…and I might be getting you a new daddy! So be nice! And don't be hatin'!" Sensing that Ienzo's temper tantrum was over, Demyx pulled back with a large grin on his face. Then he pivoted on his feet and went to put his Sitar on its stand, which resided next to his bed. While his back was turned he heard a slight hiss, and quickly turned his head to find Ienzo sitting politely on his comforter. "Hmm…" After a few more minutes of starting at the innocent raccoon Demyx turned back to his stand and put his sitar in its place, just before hearing it again; that unmistakable hiss. "Okay, you know what?" He nearly yelled as he spun around, once again finding his fluffy friend minding his own business. Demyx briefly looked around the room to see if it was possible that something else was making the noise, but came to the realization that Ienzo was just being Ienzo, and it was time to kick some furry grey ass. "I know it was you!" He pointed in the raccoon's face accusingly.
Ienzo gave him an 'It wasn't me' look that Demyx was quite familiar with. Slowly strutting back and forth in front of his fuzzy friend, Demyx began to speak in the knowing voice of a parent who had just caught their child red-handed. "I know that face Ienzo. That look means: I want you to think I didn't do it, so look at my adorable face and know it to be true. But you see Ienzo," The blond made a sharp turn and stared down the raccoon, "I'm not fooled, I see you for the bandit you are!" As he moved in close, never taking his accusing eyes off the coon, Ienzo stayed perfectly still, and even managed to look somewhat ashamed. When Demyx decided he had made his point and started to move back, the raccoon hissed. "That's it!" Demyx yelled, and pounced on top of the critter.
Demyx and Ienzo let out their battle cries as they wrestled for the top positions. The raccoon's claws dug into the blonde's skin, while the blond pulled at the gray hair attempting to pin the pest. "Arrr, there's no use Ienzo, I am the boss, I will win…Oww!" Ienzo managed to escape Demyx's grip and climb into his back, at which point he began gnawing on the blonde's head. "That hurts! You're gonna fuck up my hair Enzy stop it! Ahhh!" With a growl from Demyx and a screech from Ienzo, the blonde twisted himself until he rolled off the bed. Predicting the pain of falling with the blond, Ienzo released his head and ran from the room allowing Demyx to fall to the hard floor alone. "Oww!" Demyx groaned. "That means I won Ienzo, you ran, I win, I am boss!" He called after the scurrying raccoon, while rubbing the shoulder he landed on. "You better run! I'll show you who hisses at me!"
With a frustrated sigh, Demyx pulled himself back onto his feet and walked to his full length mirror. He had no idea how the mirror had gotten there, it just showed up one day, but he found it useful on occasion, like when he is deciding what he's going to wear. It had a small spider web like crack in it from where he'd punched it after waking up in the middle of the night thinking someone had come to rape him. When his hand began to bleed and Roxas drove him to the hospital he realized that was probably an overreaction on his part.
Looking beyond the crack, Demyx examined his temporary outfit. He was wearing a baggy pair of black sport shorts, and a pair of knee high, blue and black, striped socks, one pulled up to his knee and the other just below, which were achieving their goal of keeping his legs warm. Demyx had decided a few days ago that today was the day he was going to make his move. The only thing he'd planned so far however, was his outfit, which was in the wash, hence the temporary outfit. So he'd spent the majority of the morning thinking of things he could do for his crush to catch his attention and let him know his feelings. Naturally this meant after about five minutes he started reminiscing about the past.
In those five minutes of actual planning he'd thought of everything from a homemade 'just because' card to a brand new Mercedes. He just couldn't settle on what would be the best way to say, "Zexion, I like you, and this is my way of showing it, so please accept my…blank…because I think we are meant to be together." It just wasn't an easy decision to make. Demyx decided a change of scenery might spark a bit of inspiration so he stepped out of his room and made his way down the hallway, past the basement door, and into the kitchen on his right.
Upon entering the room he sat down at the table and looked around. It was a rather large kitchen for the size of the house, which was why they bought it. Sora was very fond of cooking. He may not have had all of the state of the art equipment, but he did have the room to move around. This is where Demyx spent most of his time with his cousin and it was the first kitchen he'd ever been in. It had the classic black and white checkered tile floor, matching black stove, dish washer, and refrigerator complete with an ice maker. The wooden cabinets were black and the counter tops white giving it a crisp, clean, modern look, and it was always kept in pristine condition.
An idea struck demyx when he looked over the stove. With hurried steps he made his way over to the shining black object he'd been dying to use for months and ran his hand along the handle. Oh yes, he had an idea. As his mom always told his sister, "The way to a man's heart, is through his stomach." I'm going to make him a chocolate chip cookie cake!
A large smile spread across Demyx's face as he attacked the cabinets and fridge pulling out all the supplies he would need. Next he grabbed a few bowls and a pan, and got to work. He wasn't as clean as Sora would have liked him to be in his prized kitchen, but Demyx couldn't help it that nothing wanted to go directly into the bowl. The opening was only about eight inches wide; anyone can see the trouble in aiming for that anyway. So Demyx was relatively sure Sora would understand.
He was also quite surprised that everything seemed to be going well. He'd only made a cookie cake once and on that occasion Sora was with him and teaching him. Today Demyx was on his own. And when he finally had all of the ingredients mixed into one bowl it took every ounce of strength he possessed to not stick his finger in and lick up the incredible concoction. But he had to make it perfect for Zexion, and with that thought on his mind, he ignored his desire to devour the raw dough, and settled with getting the cookie on the pan, and into the oven. Now, he had to wait.
So with nothing else to do Demyx skipped over to the wooden dining room table, jumped on top of it, facing the oven, and watched his cookie heat up through the window in the oven. After a while, which for Demyx was about forty seconds, he got bored and decided that something was missing. It didn't take long for him to figure out what exactly was missing. In fact it was so obvious it should have smacked him in the face. He couldn't fathom how he'd forgotten about it.
Without further ado, Demyx hopped off the table, skated across the kitchen tile in his slippery socks, and slid down the wooden hallway floor where he lost control, threw his arms out in an attempt to balance himself, and ultimately slammed into his bedroom door. "Owwwwey!" He whined as he fell to the ground in a broken pile of bones. But in under a second Demyx was up and walking into his room. He could never be bothered with injuries. They were much too time consuming and he was always moving.
After entering his room he glanced around in search of the one item he could never live without, but it wasn't hitting him in the face. So began his search starting in the drawer of his nightstand, digging through the random piles of junk. Not Here! After diving under his bed, burying himself deep within the jungle of his closet, and crawling across his floor Demyx's heart was beginning to race, his pulse nearly jumping out of his skin, and his brain was struggling to remember where he'd last seen it. As he paced back and forth on the rug, his fingers began violently pulling out strings of hair. Where is it you idiot? Where did you lose it damnit? Wait, light bulb! My dresser! I put it on top of the dresser!
Demyx quickly lunged towards his antique dresser, knocking a lamp off it in the process and sending glass spiraling all over the floor. "Ha, you missed me! You suck lamp! I win!" Demyx stuck his tongue out at all the shards of glass spread across his floor. Then he began frantically sweeping his hand along the top of his dresser, and let out an agonized whine when he still failed to find his lifeline. "Oh, why are you being so cruel to me Trazom?" Demyx called out to his missing mp3 player. Yes he named it. "Maybe it fell in." He mumbled to himself and began ripping his clothes out of the drawer, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor, letting them join the broken pieces of glass. When there wasn't even a single sock left in his drawer Demyx looked at the pile of clothing in his room with a huff. Trazom was still missing.
He was so consumed with grief that he forgot that his serial killer lamp had just done a kamikaze and made his floor a minefield. So Demyx stepped forward and immediately impaled his foot on a piece of glass. "Ow, ow, ow!" Lifting his foot up, Demyx ripped the piece of glass out of the arch and threw it across the room. Then he glared at the largest part of the lamp he could find, "Can't you see that I'm having a bad day, biatch! God, show some mercy! Oh no, my cookie! I left it unattended!"
With renewed knowledge of the danger on his previously spotless floor, Demyx leaped over the glass, sprinted into the hallway, and towards the kitchen. His foot was emitting a small, stinging, throb of pain with every step, but he ignored it as usual. When he ran past the piano he suddenly came to a halt, and then slowly turned around. "Trazom?" The smile that spread across his face almost split it in half. That was until he started to smell something funny. "Oh, please don't be my cookie. Stay there Trazom, don't move, I'll be back."
Once satisfied Trazom wasn't moving, Demyx flew around the corner and into the kitchen. His eyes immediately went wide when he glanced at the smoking oven. "Oh no! It is my cookie! What the hell am I supposed to do? Sora didn't cover this." Demyx whined as he swatted at the smoke. "Ahhhh." Giving up on his actions Demyx ran around the corner again, and up to the basement door. He was about two seconds away from opening it when he thought better of it and chose to bang on it with his fist instead. "Sora! Sora! The oven's mad! You didn't tell me what to do if the oven started PMSing! Sor-"
"God what Demyx, what?" Sroa growled when he opened the door.
"The oven." Demyx stated simply.
"What about it?" Roxas asked as he joined Sora at the door.
"It's mad." Demyx whispered in response, almost as if he thought the oven would explode if it heard him talking about it.
"What did you do?" Sora threw a hand over his face. "Please tell me it's not on fire."
"It's not on fire," then he added in a softer voice, "Yet."
"Oh my God. I told you, didn't I? I warned you not to teach him how to cook." Roxas reprimanded his brother in a calm matter as they made their way towards the kitchen with Demyx closely following them.
"What were you making Demyx?" Sora asked.
"A cookie cake."
"Why?"
"I was making it for Zexion, because, you know…I-I like him. I just thought that maybe I could make him notice me if I gave him a cookie."
"That's stupid." Demyx's face fell at Sora's words.
"Yeah, he already notices you. Making a cookie when you've never really cooked before, is not the best way to let him know you're interested in- my god is that thing smoking!" Roxas's eyes went wide at the sight of the angry oven.
"Yeah that's not good, open it Demyx." Sora commanded. "And to add to what Roxas was saying, Zexion's a straight forward guy, you should probably just come out and tell him you like him. Now open it!"
"But I think it's starting to hiss."
"Open the damn oven Demyx!" Sora yelled.
"Okay, hold on." Demyx walked out of the kitchen and into the front room where Roxas and Sora heard him rummaging through a junk closet.
"Dem—"
"Hold on!"
When Demyx arrived back in the kitchen Roxas and Sora could only shake their heads. They'd long since become immune to their cousin's crazy and entirely humorous antics. On Demyx's head he was wearing a blue dew rag beneath black bowler had, a black cooking apron with red hearts covered his bare chest, and he had two huge blue oven mitts on each hand. "Dressed for war?" Sora asked.
"Precisely." Demyx beamed at the brunet.
"Good, now that you're prepared, go open the door." Roxas insisted.
"What if it tries to bite me?"
"It's an oven."
"I'm scared."
"Open it before I kick you out of the house!" Sora screeched.
"You wouldn't'?"
"No I wouldn't, but you still have to open that thing." Sora said as he pushed Demyx toward the raging oven. Demyx attempted to resist but his socks made it impossible for his feet to stick to the floor and he was forced forward against his will.
"Okay, okay, okay, I'm going! Stop pushing!" Demyx demanded.
Placing his fist on his hips, and sticking a foot out, the brunet stared at his cousin, "Well?"
Demyx, who had completely forgotten what they were doing, remained in his place, blankly staring into his cousin's eyes. "What?"
"What are you waiting for?" Sora indicated the smoking oven with both of his hands.
"Oh yeah!"
"You're such an idiot." Roxas muttered and leaned against the table.
"Don't' be hatin'." Demyx responded in a saddened voice, reminded of his father.
"Just do it Demyx." Sora commanded as he walked back to Roxas.
Knowing he wouldn't be getting help from his cousins Demyx turned back to the stove, furrowed his brows, and stared down his mortal enemy. "Alright you fowl beast," he threatened the oven while Sora and Roxas simply shook their heads and got ready for the show. It didn't matter how old he got, Demyx just seemed to get more and more strange. "I'm going to win here. The sooner you realize that, the better. So back down now, or suffer my merciless wrath!" The oven then let out the agonizing whine of something deflating. "That's right, bow before your master!" Demyx stated before he began tiptoeing towards the object of his current obsession. He was determined to beat this beast down and be triumphant.
His feet silently padded across the linoleum floor, while he kept his hands in a defensive position at his chest and struggled to keep his breathing regular. A tiny bead of sweat formed on his forehead and began a jagged path down his face until he brought one of his mitted hands up and whipped it away. He could feel the beat of his heart speeding up with each step that brought him closer to his demise or what he thought may be his demise.
Finally, after two grueling minutes, he made it to his destination, holding a slightly shaking hand out to grab the foreboding handle. As his fingers closed around their target Demyx gently began to inch the oven door open. Although inch may be an inappropriate word; after an entire minute of having his hand on the door, he'd only opened it about a centimeter. Behind him Roxas and Sora were growing impatient. "Oh, get on with it already!" Sora shouted causing Demyx to let go of the door and jump away from the oven with a startled scream, barely muffled by the oven mitt thrown across his mouth. His other mitted hand took residence over his pounding heart which was nearly jumping through his chest, as he struggled to catch his breath.
Leaning against the counter, several feet away from the oven, Demyx glared at his cousins, "Don't do that Sora!" He exclaimed as soon as he was able to breathe again.
"Just get it over with Demyx!" Roxas insisted.
"I was! Then someone interrupted me." Demyx sent another glare to Sora before rubbing his mitts together and walking back to the oven. "Now understand this Beast! I was not scared, not one bit. You aint got nothing on me!"
"Let's try to do it faster than a snail this time." Roxas interrupted.
"Shut up." Demyx whined. "If you want things done right do it yourself. Don't give it to me, I fuck everything up."
"Fine, fine, just do it." Sora demanded, and Demyx gave them both a not so threatening death glare before turning back to the oven.
"It's just you and me, mano y oveno." With renewed vigor and determination Demyx placed both mitted hands on the handle and started to gently pull it open. What met his eyes after he cracked it open a fraction of an inch, was not what he was expecting. His cookie cake resembled less of a cake and more of an extremely overfilled water balloon. The angry batter had risen over the sides of Demyx's pan and was now bubbling in random places threatening to burst.
"Come on Demyx, open it." Sora insisted.
Obeying his cousin, Demyx, using both hands, opened the door farther. Without warning the cookie burst, sending burning batter everywhere. Completely startled, Demyx blocked his face with one arm and let go of the oven with the other arm at the same time, causing the door to close on his elbow. "Ahh!" Demyx cried out as pain shot through his arm. He could smell his skin burning, hear the gruesome sizzling, and feel every layer of skin being forcefully stolen from him. He quickly ripped what was left of his arm out of the door, turned around and started fleeing from the oven at top speed, all while cradling his elbow.
xXx
Roxas and Sora watched with mild amusement as their cousin hauled ass away from the oven, tore past them, jumped onto the table, slid across it knocking over random items, and finally landed on the ground at the other end. He then forced it onto its side and used it as a shield. "It attacked me! It attacked me! With burning hot spit, then it bit me!" They heard their cousin's hysterical voice come from behind the table and burst out with laughter. "It's not funny. It hurts. And it's still throbbing and stinging."
Roxas noticed his voice sounded like it held a trace of tears in it. And Demyx was not one to cry, so he assumed there must be a reason, and his laughter immediately stopped as he turned to his brother. "Did he get burned?"
"I don't know, but this has been highly entertaining." Sora said before walking towards the oven. Then he opened the door and his jaw dropped at the sight. "Oh Demyx?" This would all be cleaned. He'd leave for a little while and when he came back, it would all be cleaned. There wouldn't be batter covering the inside and some of the outside of his oven anymore, it'd all be cleaned. Sora was sure of it. So sure of it, he took a deep steadying breath to keep himself from killing Demyx.
"Yeah?"
"Guess what you're doing?" Sora took another deep breath.
"Trying to stop the painful throbbing?"
"No, you're cleaning this oven."
xXx
Demyx poked his head over the table. Clean the oven? But he was still hurting from the last time he was inside that thing. He fell to the floor and leaned against the table before twisting his elbow so he could see the area that was emitting such an unbearable pain that he was almost having a hard time recovering from it. His forearm looked almost like someone had just painted it a glossy color of red with a bit of acid mixed in.
"So since our oven's dead, do you want to go out to eat?" He heard Sora ask and immediately jumped up raising both hands.
"Oh, oh, me, me!" He exclaimed with a smile bright enough to guide a boat to shore as he enthusiastically jumped up and down. "Me, me, I want to go! Where are we going? I need to get dressed." Demyx ran forward intending to get dressed when Roxas reached his hand out to stop him.
"Demyx, you're not going." He said.
"It's just me and Roxas. You are staying home, and cleaning the mess you made of my kitchen and oven." Sora finished.
And just like the cookie cake, moments earlier, Demyx deflated. "Oh, okay. I'll just, stay here and…clean." He spoke to the room as his cousins walked out the door together. Although Demyx hated to be left out, he was used to it now, and rather than throw a fit and retaliate, he simply pulled up a chair and sat down, silently hoping they would turn around and say, "Just kidding!" But they never did.
Demyx watched as Ienzo padded into the kitchen in the hopes of getting food. "Ienzo, why does everyone hate me? Why do I have to be me?" He asked before picking his raccoon up and placing him in his lap so he could pet him. "I wish I was someone else. Someone my family can like, someone who Zexion can love, someone who, who isn't me…" As he was speaking his heart out to the only raccoon that would listen, the oven made a popping noise scaring the living hell out of him. He unintentionally dropped Ienzo, which earned him a scratch to his shin from the grey ball of angry fluff. Then he ducked behind the fallen table and looked down at the damage. His socks were ruined, there was no question about that, and his leg was bleeding. "Ienzo! You scratched me! I thought we were having a tender moment." Then the oven popped again. "Ienzo get over here. You need to protect yourself." Demyx yelled convincing his fuzzy friend to join him behind the table for protection.
"Alright here's the battle plan," Demyx stated as he dropped to his hands and knees reaching Ienzo's level. "We need to get to that beast," Demyx pointed around the edge of the table as both he and Ienzo snuck a quick peek at the smoking monster. "And then we need to press that there switchy." The raccoon sent Demyx a strange glance, and the blond quickly caught on and waved a hand. "Button, switchy, all the same. I say our best plan of action is to be sneaky and stay low, we'll surprise the enemy, come up from underneath it. It'll never expect a thing."
Demyx enjoyed spending time with Ienzo. They'd come a long way from the day they'd newly fallen into each other's lives and were yelling at each other in the living room to where they were now, preparing to battle the enemy across from them. And as always, tonight Demyx would fall asleep on his bed, with Ienzo curled up next to him, gently breathing against his mid back.
"Alright Enzy. It's time." Demyx spoke. "Let's go." He began moving forward, army crawling across the floor with Ienzo following close. Halfway to the oven they stopped and Demyx turned his head, raising a finger to his lips to keep Ienzo quiet. "We are almost at our destination. Don't do anything unless I tell you to. It is a matter of the utmost importance." With a wave of his hand they continued forward.
As they got closer and closer Demyx could hear a steady hum from the oven, almost like the calm before the storm. His arms were barely holding him up they were shaking so much, and his burned elbow throbbing more and more with every breath, but he was determined. "Alright Ienzo," he began once they reached the monster. "You're going to watch my back while I jump up and attack. Got it?" Without watching for a response, Demyx quickly pushed himself onto his two feet like surfer getting on his board and stared down the beast. "This is the final face off you detestable dog you, any last words?" The oven let out one more angry pop, and Demyx jumped forward, quickly pressing the off button. Then he turned around, dipped down to pick up Ienzo, and ran away, ducking behind the table for cover.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing, and clutching Ienzo tightly to his chest against the underside of the table, Demyx poked his head over the side of it and investigated the silent oven. "I-I think he's safe Enzy." He whispered, still keeping his tight hold on the now struggling critter. "I'll go investigate, you stay here." Demyx stood up, and started carefully walking forward when he looked down. "I said stay here Ienzo!" Once again the raccoon began struggling against Demyx's hold and unintentionally dug a claw into his fresh burn. With a sharp his of pain the blond dropped Ienzo to the ground and grabbed his arm. Then he watched his furry friend walk away slowly. "Oh, don't be mad. I didn't mean to yell at you, or drop you, I'm sorry. Come back?" Ignoring him, Ienzo trotted around the corner and left him alone. "Fine! You know, you are really moody sometimes!" Demyx yelled after the raccoon as he let go of his arm, and held his hand up to his face to see it coated in blood.
"Eww." He said shortly and wiped the blood onto his chest and off his hand. Then he walked forward and opened the oven door when he reached the defeated monster. It was still emitting a warm heat but he was careful to keep both arms away from danger as he bent down to look inside. "Oh shit." Leaving the door open he opened the drawer next to the oven and pulled out a metal spatula. Then he bent back down and poked at the remainder of his cookie on the oven walls. It didn't give at all. The batter was cemented to the sides of the oven. "It's supposed to be fluffy! It's not supposed to be sticky and hard" Demyx's arm began working harder to scrape the candied cookie off the sides. "Stupid…piece of…shit…cookie !" He groaned out unable to make any progress. "Okay, new plan." He said out loud as he jumped to his feet. "I'll just press the magical self clean button. Why do it yourself, when someone else can do it for you right?"
Demyx closed and locked the oven door before triumphantly pressing the self clean button and skipping away to the table, putting it back on its legs. "There we go." Smiling at his work, Demyx clapped his hands together and looked around the rest of the kitchen. "Ienzo! Where'd you go?" When his fuzzy friend didn't show himself, he decided to go find him. He hated when Ienzo was mad at him. After searching the house up and down, he found Ienzo hiding in his duffel bag. "Ienzo." Picking the creature up, he held him close to his chest and started walking down the hall. "That is not the place for a raccoon. That's where clothes go. You belong in my bed. You're too special to be-"When Demyx walked into the kitchen his eyes flew wide open, as he dropped Ienzo, who hissed at him and ran off.
Billowing clouds of smoke were pouring out of the oven so thick he could barely see his hand in front of him, and breathing, that was a joke. He quickly pulled the bandana over his mouth and grabbed the spatula off the counter. "Damn you beast! I will not stand for this. You fiery tactics don't faze me! I'll water you like a dog on a hot day bitch!" With as much power as he could muster up he pulled the spatula back and brought it down on the stove breaking it in half, sending the flat end straight at his face. "Oww! You can't use my own weapon against me!" Demyx screamed as he swatted at the smoke around him and started coughing. "Your poison won't hurt me."He coughed out.
xXx
Zexion was sitting at his kitchen table, drinking tea and reading a book when he noticed the distinct smell of smoke in the air. He wasn't cooking anything, and it wasn't strong enough to be coming from his own house. That really only left one other option, because who else would fill the air with smoke. Demyx. Zexion quickly dropped what he was doing as the realization occurred to him, and tossed on his shoes to go run to his friend's house.
As he threw open his back door he his assumption was confirmed. His friend's house did indeed seem to be on fire, and Demyx was no doubt inside, alone. Without hesitation Zexion jumped off his deck and ran through their yards and up to the door of his neighbor's house, not bothering with knocking today, he quickly went inside, and covered his mouth and nose as he found his way to the kitchen. What he saw, wan not at all what he had expected, though, as he thought to himself, he realized he really should have expected it.
Demyx, dressed in one of his weirdest outfits yet. And oddly enough, it was still sexy. Zexion shook his head at the thought. He couldn't stop thinking of this blond. Ever since he'd moved in his thoughts had been consumed by him. He wanted nothing more than to take care of this man for the rest of his life. He wanted to catch him every time he fell, to teach him every time he there was something he was new to and curious about. He wanted Demyx to live with him, so he knew that he was safe, and wasn't constantly worrying what trouble he might be getting into over here. Zexion, wanted to be with this man, who was currently fighting a smoking oven.
Zexion smiled and shook his head watching him. As there was no immediate danger, he felt he could just watch Demyx move about the room in his clumsy way as he tried to beat the oven to death. Then something caught his eye, and his smile immediately faded. The blonde's elbow was red and charred, clearly showing that he was recently burned. Zexion couldn't have him in pain; he had to put an end to this. "Demyx." He said as he stepped into the kitchen.
xXx
Just as Demyx was about to swing a new spatula at the stove he spun around seeing Zexion. "Oh thank God, Zexion! It's trying to eat me, its spitting things and it bit me and it's making noise and I can't breathe anymore, and Ienzo is gone, and I don't know what to do I was just trying to make a cookie for you so that I could tell you I like you, and so you would notice me, and it's just going all wrong Zexion. It's all wrong. I…" Demyx's eyes went wide as he realized what he'd just said. He had wanted the moment to be perfect, he had wanted it to be the perfect atmosphere so there was more chance Zexion wouldn't run screaming. Standing in a ridiculous outfit, with a spatula in his hand, surrounded by smoke was not ideal.
"Demyx…Lets go outside okay. Roxas and Sora can deal with this when they come back." Zexion spoke quietly as he grabbed Demyx's good arm and pulled him from the house. Demyx could only numbly follow him out of the house. He wanted to know what was going on in Zexion's mind. He wished he could open it up and see if he hated him now, but he couldn't.
As they walked up to Zexion's porch, Demyx saw his raccoon, safely waiting there and was relieved at least about one thing. He still had to fix the rest however. He couldn't have Zexion hating him. He couldn't stand if he never saw that gorgeous man again. If they couldn't be together, he still wanted to have him as a friend. He'd never had a friend better than him. "Listen Zexion, I'm really sorr-" He couldn't finish his sentence as Zexion gently put a finger on his lips and made him sit down on his bench with him.
"Please don't say you're sorry, or that you didn't mean it." Zexion said softly as he pulled his finger away from Demyx's lips. "Because I want what you said to be true. Demyx, you don't need to make a cookie to make me notice you. Although," Zexion smiled his beautiful and rare smile at Demyx, "If you didn't, you wouldn't be you. But even without it, I see you, I notice you, and I want to be with you every day Demyx. I like you too Demyx. I like you a lot. So please don't take back what you said. Please be with me?"
Demyx couldn't believe what Zexion was saying. He could only stare at Zexion as each word left his lips, making the happiness inside Demyx grow to astonishing size. When Zexion spoke his last word, Demyx shakily grabbed Zexion's hand in both of his and smiled at him sweetly, as he shook his head. "I won't take it back then; I really did mean it, every word. Zexion, I want to be with you too." He couldn't believe what was happening to him right now, but his happiness felt like it was exploding out of him and he had to wrap his arms around Zexion and hold him tightly, he had to feel that hug he felt from him the first day he met him.
And Zexion gladly returned it. He never intended to let go either. Demyx was his to protect now.
.End.
AN: I finally finished it. After who knows how many months.
As I said, if you want more of this story, it will be about Roxas and Sora, and of course Demyx and Zexion will make an appearance as well. But if you would like a spinoff, let me know, and I'll see about writing it. I certainly have ideas for it.
Thank you for all the Reviews, Faves, Alerts, and sticking with me through this, even though it took forever. I really appreciate it, and I hope you enjoyed it.