Well, good news and bad news. Bad news is: I'm sick. Good news is: I have time to write this story!
This one has some nice Demyx lovin' in it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, just the plot of this story.
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Zexion always preferred to be an observer.
In fact, he kept a journal full of observations. Anything he saw he wrote down. Anything he heard about he wrote down. Times, places, and details. Basically, it was as if he were keeping the minutes of a meeting between every one of the members.
It used to be filled with pages about all of the members, but right now it seemed like everything that was in there revolved around a single member: number IX, Demyx.
In fact, according to what he wrote down, it looked as if he'd been following the Melodious Nocturne around.
10:00 AM- Library. Demyx searches for a book and eventually picks out one called Rainbow Fish.
11:07 AM- Hall of Empty Melodies. Demyx practices his sitar.
12:23 PM- Kitchen. Demyx makes himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and potato chips with a glass of milk.
1:38 PM- Living room. Demyx watches Scooby-Doo with Axel and Roxas.
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
How could this have happened? Zexion would admit that he much preferred IX as company more than the majority of the Organization, but he wasn't infatuated with him.
Zexion couldn't figure it out, and this annoyed him to no end.
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Once again, Zexion was seated in the living room waiting for other members to start a conversation.
Suddenly, who would walk in but number IX.
'Great.' Zexion thought. 'Now he's following me around.'
Unfortunately, the Nocturne looked a bit downtrodden. For a reason unknown to him, this pulled at Zexion's heartstrings. He found himself wanting to know what was wrong.
"Hello, number IX."
"Hi, Zexy."
"What seems to be the problem?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, I know there's something."
"Well, it just seems like I'm a failure."
"You most certainly are not."
"But I am!"
"What makes you think that?"
"Everyone succeeds at their missions except for me. I'm the wrong person for any job."
"I think there are plenty of things you're good at."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Well, you can sort of cook, you're amazing at music, you're the best swimmer in the Organization, you make great company, and you're utterly adore—"
Zexion's cheeks flushed at what he was just about to say.
"I'm what?"
"Nothing number IX. I was just babbling about nothing."
"Were you about to say adorable?"
"No."
But seeing the Schemer's cheeks darken was all Demyx needed.
The Nocturne slowly leaned forward and gently kissed Zexion.
Needless to say, Zexion was shocked, but he was able to think fast enough to respond.
He slipped his tongue into Demyx's mouth and coaxed the other's tongue into his own.
The kiss lasted a few more moments before they pulled apart. Now they shared equal blushes.
"I-I-I don't….Zexion….how….?"
Zexion raised a finger to his new lover's lips.
"Shhhhhhh. It's okay."
"I l-l-l-love you Zexion."
"I love you too Demyx."
Zexion had never been the type to jump into anything, but when dealing with water, it was better to take a headfirst plunge in than just wade.
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Oh my, it's the return of the water cliché! Sorry, but there will probably be more.
It took me a while to come up with this, but I think it turned out okay.
Hooray! My first ever make-out scene! How did I do?
Well, that's all until tomorrow, but please review if you liked this!