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"Oh! I get it now!"
It was finally the night of the party, the rest of the week seemed to have dragged on forever. Axel just came out of his room, dressed as a mime.
A mime! That would explain why he 'couldn't' say exactly what he was!
Demyx couldn't help but laugh. It would be amusing to see Axel try to go the entire night without talking. Oh well, at least the costume suited his tattoos.
"What exactly are you wearing, Demyx?" Riku asked him apprehensively. Demyx was crestfallen.
"You… nobody knows who I'm dressed as?"
They all shook their heads.
"Well I'm David Bowie of course! Goblin King?"
They all stared at him with blank expressions.
"What? You know? Dance Magic Dance!" he chanted, hoping it would ring a bell.
Nothing.
"You guys suck."
When he finally finished complimenting everyone's outfits (Riku had a count Dracula type vampire costume on under a black cloak; Naminé was an angel, Kairi a devil; Roxas looked like a pirate of sorts; Zexion {sexy Zexy, wink wink} in his French Maid costume; and Sora in what looked like a werewolf or something) they split up, half in Axel's car and half in Riku's van and headed for the gymnasium. Larxene managed to rent out the place, and a DJ, along with multiple numbers performed onstage.
Including one from myself, Demyx thought to himself; his heart gave a little skip. He didn't usually get stage fright, but tonight would be special…
The gym was well decorated, Halloween themed.
"Who the hell ever heard of a Halloween party in the middle of August," Roxas grumbled, clearly irritated.
"I think it's neat!" Demyx replied. He loved Halloween. Any time of year he could see Zexion looking this smexy is a good time of year.
They all rolled their eyes at him. He didn't care, he was used to it. He was very hyper—more so than usual—as he often was when he got nervous.
"Hey guys!" they heard an impressive squeal from the crowd. A very thin girl with platinum blonde hair and a permanent scowl came sprinting towards them, her strange antennae like bangs bouncing. She was smiling, and that was a scary sight, because she still looked like she was scowling.
"Roxas! How are you!" Demyx supposed she was trying to be flirty, but to be honest, it was pretty frightening.
"Uhh, fine," Roxas said awkwardly, looking down and stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Awe, just okay?" she cooed, tracing a very long fingernail down his jawbone. He flinched away from it.
Out of the corner of his eye, Demyx could see Axel scowl and ball his hands into fists.
"Don't worry," Demyx told him, nudging him with his elbow, "she's totally not his type, bro." He laughed as Axel looked around to make sure nobody heard.
"I'm on in a half an hour," he said cheerfully to everyone. He glanced what he hoped looked like a meaningful expression at Zexion, then he skipped over towards the stage, where Professors Vexen and Xigbar were doing some kind of skit.
Zexion's POV
He let his eyes follow Demyx as he skipped, happy as can be, over to the stage and out of sight. He fidgeted uncomfortably in his costume; he really did not like it. The fishnets rode up, the dress was far too revealing, and for the love of God he was wearing heels. Once again, he questioned his sanity for allowing Demyx to convince him to wear it.
Oh well, he thought, At least Dem likes it.
Zexion wondered what it was about Demyx that he found attractive. He wasn't smart at all, in fact his stupidity made him a little annoying. In a very cute way, he found himself thinking. He didn't like this. He hated dealing with intangible things like this. It was completely illogical for him to think Demyx was… so damn hot!
He racked his brain. There was a time when he once thought "love" was nothing more than a biochemical reaction to make sure that genes were passed. Then humans simply convinced themselves that they were emotionally attached to the object of their fixations to provide a justification or an explanation. Or had simply confused physical instinct with emotional ones, like the maternal instinct a mother felt towards her child.
But that can't be the case here, Zexion thought, because Demyx is male.
Although he didn't actually have a problem with it, he was always a little skeptical about homosexual relationships. Sure, there was the rare exception that a human was born with a malfunctioning pituitary, the lobe in the brain that controlled sexual desire, or an inbalance of hormones that many teenagers experience, leading them to be curious. But Zexion assumed that in most cases it was more of a mind over matter thing.
But that can't be the case either, he considered. Because I have no reason to want to like Demyx… I just do.
Was it really that simple? He thought about it. Did he care about Demyx's well-being? Yes… Did he care about his happiness? Yes… Did he want them together?
He imagined what it would feel like to hold his hand, to hold him close. Did his heart really just flutter? He thought that only happened in those dumb romance novels he read sometimes.
I guess it's just not a conscious, logical decision… He tried to wrap his mind around it.
You have no control. He tried to tell himself. It kind of angered him. But to his surprise, he found that all things considered, he really didn't mind much.
His only problem was that he had absolutely no idea how to go about this. He smirked at the thought of the goofy face Demyx was sure to make should he tell him how he felt.
Perhaps… did Demyx like him too? It was hard to say. Sometimes he caught him staring, and he was sure he caught a wink here and there. But he couldn't be sure, Demyx did that to everyone.
Zexion pinched the bridge of his nose. This was far too hard to figure out. He'd prefer logarithms over this. I might as well just tell him, point blank, he concluded. There's nothing to wait for after all.
He couldn't believe he was nervous.
"Hey everyone!" Demyx cheerfully called to the crowd. A few people said hi back. Zexion was right at this front.
"This is for my bestest buddy! You know who you are." He caught Zexion's eye for a split second.
His fingers began to gently strum the guitar. Zexion wasn't sure if he recognized the song, but that wasn't surprising. He didn't listen to much music and he was tone deaf anyway.
The only time Zexion had ever heard Demyx sing, he was doing it loudly and obnoxiously, simply for the pleasure of doing so. But this was different. When he sang the first note, it was sweet and soft, it rang out with the chords he was playing. He had a lovely voice.
What would you say if I told you
I always wanted to hold you?
"I'd tell you that you're welcome to," Zexion muttered under his breath.
I don't know what we're afraid of
Nothing would change if we made love.
Zexion stood breathless as Demyx transitioned into the chorus.
'Cause I'll be your friend
And I'll be your lover
Well, I know in our hearts we agree
We don't have to be one or the other
Yes, it's a chance we're taking
And somebody's heart may be breaking
But we can't stop what's inside us
Our love for each other will guide us.
Oh God… Zexion thought. Please let him be singing about me. Who was this mystery best friend? He didn't consider him closer to Demyx than anybody else. His heart was beating at an alarming rate. How he wanted to believe that Demyx was serenading him… he listened as Demyx flawlessly manipulated the guitar, beginning to form the bridge.
I've been though you
And you've been through me
Sometimes a friend is the hardest to see
We always know when it's laid on the line
Nobody else is as easy to find
Zexion could honestly say he didn't know what that line meant. Something about friendship… an obscure friendship. That Demyx apparently wanted more from. He closed his eyes and listened some more.
'Cause I'll be your friend
And I'll be your lover
Well, I know in our hearts we agree
We don't have to be one or the other
Demyx repeated the last "other" one more time before strumming the final chords. The entire crown burst into applause, Demyx really did have a beautiful voice, and he knew it. He stood up from the stool he was sitting in and gave a little bow. Then he hurried to set his borrowed guitar back onto its stand and hopped right off the stage onto the gym floor.
Zexion approached him cautiously. What was he supposed to say?
"Did you like it?" Demyx asked. His expression was unreadable, aside from the permanent grin that was attached to his face. This smile happened to be a shy one, Zexion noted.
"Depends…" he bit his lip.
"On?" Demyx pressed. Zexion assumed he could probably see his heart beating through his chest.
"Werutoknbowme?" he mumbled. He was disgusted with himself. All those years of English courses for that?
"I'm sorry, Zex, what?" Demyx asked. He leaned in very close, probably in case Zexion decided to mutter something unintelligible again.
Come on, just man up and say it.
"It… it depends on whether—"deep breath, "whether you were referring… to me." He looked at his feet.
"Zex, I—" he started. Zexion hoped he wasn't about to say something confusing, or take forever dancing around the simple answer, "Yeah, it was about you."
He let out a long breath of relief. Thank freaking God. Trust Demyx to turn him into a nervous wreck. He hoped Demyx wasn't fucking with him.
"You… like me, Dem?" he said. He had to be absolutely sure.
Demyx laughed a little bit, "Yes, Zexion. I've been trying to tell you for ages. Actually…" he blushed, "I think I kinda love you."
A feel of ecstasy and adrenaline shot through Zexion's body. He looked up to meet Demyx's eyes. What the fuck to say now? "The feeling is mutual," he said lamely.
Demyx made a noise that sounded a bit like a squeal and jumped up and down once in excitement. Then he became serious again. He caressed Zexion's chinline, then tipped his chin up, forcing him to meet the taller boy's eyes. He gently brushed away his bangs so the Zexion could see out of both eyes; he felt very exposed like this.
Much to his own surprise, he closed the space between them and pressed their lips together, very softly.
He wasn't sure why he kissed Demyx. He justwanted to. He had to stand on his tiptoes to reach the other boy's lips, but he decided it was worth it as soon as they made contact. His lips felt so nice. Demyx lowered his head to deepen the kiss, just a little bit, running one hand through Zexion's hair and putting the other on the small of his back. Zexion wrapped his arms around the other boy and clung to him tightly. He wondered idly whethe he was doing this right. If he wasn't Demyx didn't seem to be complaining about it.
When they broke apart, Demyx grinned that idiotic grin he loved so much and looked down at him. Suddenly conscious of what he was wearing, Zexion blushed and fidgeted in his costume. Demyx just laughed out loud and pulled him into a hug.
"Sexy Zexy," he whispered.
Axel's POV
"Me and Kairi are gonna go dance!" Naminé shouted to Roxas. Roxas nodded.
"We'll go find you when we're ready to leave," he replied.
She and Kairi skipped off towards the dance floor, hand in hand, demon and angel, and soon disappeared into the crowd.
Axel looked around. He was alone with Roxas now. He spotted Riku dancing expertly with Sora, his long sliver hair following him smoothly and he twirled around wildly.
The others were a little harder to find. Finally he found Demyx, who was—HA! Slow dancing with Zexion, who had his head on his shoulder.
He snickered and nudged Roxas, who followed his gaze over to the couple. He chuckled a little too.
"Bout time," he said to Roxas, "I thought they would never get through to each other."
"Each other?" Roxas asked, " you mean—"
"Oh yeah," he interrupted, "for at least a few weeks now."
Axel thought it'd been obvious, but his friends did often tell him that he had a knack for seeing things they didn't. Like he just saw right through most people. He hadn't realized that about himself until very recently.
Although…he thought to himself, I can't read everybody. He looked at Roxas.
"Did you see Sora and Riku coming?" Roxas asked suddenly.
"Hmm? A little. I could see it all over Riku. It was practically oozing off him. I figured he was pretty level headed, and he'd choose to come out with it if the time was right." Then he added, "Why?"
Roxas shuffled around a little. He seemed uncomfortable. "Dunno," he said, "Just wondering I guess."
Axel wondered what was eating him. I'll get it out of him.
"Hey… you wanna get out of here?"
The song is called "Friends and Lovers" by Carl Anderson if anybody wants to know
Ugh, this chapter is so short! . Zemyx is one of my favorite things to write though, they're so sweet and innocent! *fangirls* okay, shutting up now!
