I just love my reviewers. You guys are awesome, met my quota in, like, two days! That's the fastest amount ever, I think, and I luvvles you all! Just had to let you guys know! ...I've been reading a lot of stupid humor lately, and have been inspired to write an AkuRoku. Of course, there's nothing really there, like, no plot, no reason, and no story, but I'm going to write an AkuRoku!

...when I'm done with this. I think I might actually get this whole thing finished! I promise you all, I most definitely will not leave you hanging in some random chappy for the rest of your fanfic-reading lives! Prooooomise!

Comments!
...blackkeyblade: Zanks, teehee, ja. Zexy's got the weirdest excuses...
...ShadowAili: I looooove your long reviews. You're so sweet, and so... long! Teehee! I can just see Demyx having a bed so comfy it's like a cloud, and with the entire water-element and everything... Eep! Dun explode, though, I don't have any Pink-Mist sponges! And dun worry, Zexy's past will be cleared in the future! Glad I can be your source of entertainment, can't wait for your reviews! Juuu're just so sweet. ...don't get the spaghetti thingy, though. Either it's just my brain fried, or there's a translation mishap. Do luvvles you, though. -shares ramen-
...Metal Chocobo: Thanks for le review, and lemme see if I can clarify. Zexy used to go to therapy, then sat on the park bench afterwards to "think", or something. Then when he freaked out at home, he went to his favorite "thinking" place. It just happened to be raining for the plot devices. Hope that helps! And thanks... the chicken thing came when some kids fed chicken to the roosters outside of the art room and wondered that same thing. Oh, and Zexy's dad... took FOREVER to think of. But I came up with him. Kuja! KUJA! -maniacal laughter-
...hanakitsunechan7: Yay, applause! Jaaa, Zexy's got pride. But yay, cookie, zankyuuuuuuu! -munches- Yeah, you guessed it. Zexy equals angst, it's a simple math problem! Dun worry, explanations come soon...
...Mina The Forgotten Memory: Teehee, zankuu. I love the cold rain, and Aerith needed a purpose. Since I went ahead and killed her off in Welcome to Kingdom Hearts High I needed to give her some role of importance. I'm addicted to the pink, I swear. -wore pink, loads of pink- Yay for Zemyx!Hangovers! Do looooove like maaaaaaad.
...Ivan's Kitsune: Looove that quote. Sorry, Zexy's in that denial part of his life. It'll pass! Just have hope, keep reading, and here, have a spatula! -hands a spatula- I don't have a role for Xemnas yet, very sorry! Am still thinking!
...Ranchdressing: I'll be definitely sure to check them out. Teehee, Cloud and un-emo, how odd to use in the same sentence! Cloud's just... gah, Cloud. But yay review! -teasing-
...Rubix-Complex: I'm glad I can entertain you! I'm a large torture-the-charries fan, Zexy just happens to be the target of my affection. Thanks! I like pretty things...
...Shattered Sanctuary: Man, there are no color barriers anymore! Ever since Johnny TV on youtube (don't watch it) started replying to YGOTAS while dancing to Pussycat Dolls (blaaaah)... well, thank you! And I'm glad you've been converted to the Zemyx Cause!
...sesshoumaruhasafluffytail: Thanks! And teehee, your name makes me giggle. Glad you love!

Thanks, all of you, again! And here, enjoy!

Whispered Melody
.ix.
I Can See the Sea, I Think

Thursday.

Zexion was sure Demyx's family was going to be sick of seeing him. Until he was better, Demyx refused to let him go home, and he found himself dragged back to the home of an angry workaholic with a mean drunken side, a blonde who was annoyed with people taking up her space and television when she wanted to catch a court show, and the hyperactive boy who decided to ignore it all. Strangely, it felt homely, the childish bickering between Larxene and Demyx echoing through the hallways as they shouted over whom would wash the dishes or take out the trash or who stole the fashion magazine. He almost liked hearing them yell across the house, until finally their father would step in, telling them to shove a cork in it or take it to the garage, then proceed in offering Zexion a heavy scotch.

Very homely. Zexion missed these feelings, the unnatural warmth in his chest forming as Demyx climbed over the couch and landed on top of him, grinning and declaring that his extra body warmth would have Zexion well in no time. It was a definite change from his quiet, lowly apartment, where he had visitors intruding every now and then, but was often on his own, with his books or kitchen experiments to keep him busy. Here, he could just relax and hear others interacting around him, and he didn't have to worry.

The others knew he was here. Demyx had called Axel, and after affirming everything over lunch with Larxene, he called Vexen, and word spread to Demyx's band. By the afternoon, Demyx had gotten at least ten phone calls, all to which Zexion gave the same comment: "It's just about the music."

Demyx knew it wasn't about the music. As he and Zexion kissed on the couch, they were both sure it had close to nothing to do with the music. This was something else in this, something Zexion wasn't sure could even be explained. Demyx liked to say it was the special magic that prayers to the rain gave, and Zexion promptly called his theory illogical. Whether love or rain magic, he was still in Demyx's house, in the warmth, and Demyx was soon bouncing around, dragging him about the house within hours.

Zexion had abandoned the blankets a while ago, and even though he was a tad partial to the ski-cap, he gave it back to Larxene because of the pink bow he hadn't noticed earlier. He hadn't realized that throughout his entire stay at the chaotic household, he had only seen four rooms: kitchen, bathroom, living room, and, given, Demyx's bedroom. Demyx apparently wanted to show off the rest of the house, as Larxene tried her best at baking cookies for some "goddamn effin' shittastic fundraiser from hell" for her Living Skills class, which they had forced her to take due to weak scores in Home Economics back in high school. Zexion hadn't heard of rules like that, from his horrendously weak scores in Trigonometry--barely managed to scrape a B, unacceptable in his opinion--and they never forced him to take it (he had a feeling her father forced the class upon her). Either way, the scent of cookies filled the air as Zexion was dragged off, Demyx's hand holding his securely as he tugged him down the hallway.

Baby pictures lined the walls, of cute, tiny blonde children. He recognized the little girl with the pink dress as Larxene, sitting on a small bench next to a tiny Demyx, hair a tamed mess of yellow. Another picture, the two were playing in a pool, Larxene trying to do her best to float on an innertube and drink a juicebox with her sunglasses, and Demyx looked up at the side with a bright grin. Zexion couldn't help but let the small smile break through onto his lips--Demyx still held that same, innocent smile. It was spread across his gentle features in half the pictures just as it had while he walked down the hallway.

He hadn't realized he had paused to look at one picture, of little Demyx grinning and holding a guitar, only around seven or eight, until Demyx had stopped tugging and grinned. "That was my first one," he explained. "I didn't get a blue one like I begged, but the black one was still fun. It was my dad's; we keep it in the back."

"You've been playing since--?"

"Since I was six," Demyx responded with a grin. "Come on! There are more photo albums in the back." Zexion felt a slight jerk on his arm and was soon tugged down the hallway, still glancing at the pictures as he followed. A woman he hadn't seen before was smiling next to Demyx, giving the peace sign to the camera like the small boy, but Zexion didn't get to ask as he was pulled along.

Soon, they were in a large room. It seemed rather vacant, faint traces of dust along the white mantle. In the room were quite a few white bookshelves, as well as a white and blue striped couch and a matching armchair. There were a few black and white photographs framed on the walls, as well as one colored picture of the woman from an earlier picture above the mantle.

"Zexy... this is the special room," Demyx explained softly. "See that picture? It's my mom. She begged my dad to let her furnish this room. Larx and I helped her, and soon we got Dad in on it too. It was always her special room, and when she died, we kinda stopped coming..."

Zexion frowned slightly, mumbling softly, "My condolences..."

Demyx put on a brave smile and spun around. "It's okay. I'm happy when I'm in here. The cushions still smell like her perfume..." He smiled and slowly made his way to a bookshelf, fingers carefully brushing the dust from the spines as he ran his fingers across the titles. He bit back a sneeze and then snickered slightly. "Mom would've killed us. She hated dust, absolutely hated it. And to think, we let it get dusty when she's not here to yell at us to clean it..."

Zexion took a step forward and continued to look about, a hand absently brushing at the dust. He couldn't stand dust, either, and couldn't help but feel like cleaning it. "You should probably vacuum every once in a while," he mumbled slightly. "But Demyx... I have to ask... why are you showing me your special place?"

He spun around quickly and his smile soon fell. "Because you're special to me..." he said softly. He took a step forward and his eyes landed on his shoes. "See... I like you a lot, Zexion, and I really know it's not all about the music... but see, I wasn't sure you'd like me back since we just did the, the... thing... and, well, then you came to the concert and all and I felt--"

"Demyx?"

"Yeah?"

"You're rambling."

He sighed. "Sorry... b-but Zexy--"

"Demyx."

"What is it?"

"It's okay..." He took a step forward, stretching up two hands to place on Demyx's cheeks. "I understand... and I appreciate it, I really do. Thank you," he said softly. Pulling himself onto his toes, he gently kissed Demyx's lips, and let a small, rare smile form upon his face once he returned to the ground.

"Thanks, Zexy... b-but... could you move your hands? They feel like ice..."

He sighed and promptly shoved them in his pocket. That was what he got for showing affection... "Let's head to the next room," he offered simply.

.vi...ix.

Saturday.

The workload was a painful bitch. Worse than Larxene on PMS without cash to burn, Demyx had described it once. The only things he had to keep him company were the cookies and his new buddy, The Pirate. It was his emo-looking teddy bear, who sat quietly on the table next to the small bag of sweets Zexion had been given after kicking Demyx out of his apartment. He couldn't chat, he needed to work.

All of his classes had been missed that week, except for the first one, but he needed to catch up. Axel had so kindly brought over all of his assignments. He didn't think he had ever had so much to do in one sitting, but then again, he was rarely ill for more than a day and was prompt in finishing his assignments. Demyx's home had been a nice vacation, but...

"Welcome to the real world, Zexion," he mumbled, turning to the biology paper.

He hated this. As he sniffled and blew his nose again, still with a slight cold, he began to write quietly, but soon dropped the pencil. He wasn't sure what it was, but... Silence.

Dust. Artificial freshener.

Zexion sighed and picked up the phone, dialing a number calmly. As it rang, he wrote calmly, waiting quietly for Demyx to reply. He frowned when he received the answering machine, and promptly shut the flip-phone, throwing it on the couch. Ten minutes later, he wanted to run outside, but stopped himself at the doorway. Last time, that stupidly landed him with hypothermia and a workload.

He roamed his house, searching for something. Music, maybe. Much music... all about the music. It only took him a few seconds of looking around in his room before he found the CD, and he stuck it into the portable player and carried it into the living room. Kneeling in front of his coffee table, he worked silently, the melodic voice of a recorded Demyx playing in his small stereo.

Within three hours, his assignments were almost complete, and the music was on its fourth loop. Someone knocked on his door, and he chose to ignore it, until the knocking became louder and persistent. Sighing, he rose and headed to his door to find a red-faced, worried Demyx staring at him.

"Zexy! You're okay!"

He was pulled from his feet in a large, crushing hug. He couldn't move his arms, flailing them about slightly as he kicked his feet. "D-dem, won't be okay for long if--if you don't let me breathe!"

"Oh... sorry!" Demyx set him down and sighed. "I'm soooooo sorry. I just got your call. You're okay, right? Not feeling worse or anything?"

"No, I'm fine," Zexion responded with a bland look. "Still a bit cold, but I'm okay."

Demyx sighed. "Then you'd better go inside!"

He was soon ushered inside his own house, and walked back to his homework as Demyx worked on locking the door and looking for blankets. Zexion didn't need blankets; he just needed to finish his assignment. But only a minute into returning to his multiple choice, he found himself sitting on the blond's lap, wrapped in the blanket from his bed.

"You gotta stay warm, Zexy," he said softly. "I don't like when you're sick..."

"I need to finish this..." Zexion mumbled. "So shut up, will you?"

"Okay!" A few seconds passed in silence, except for the song. "Hey... you're playing the CD!"

"Shut up!"

The next silence wasn't actual silence, but Zexion didn't care. Demyx was singing along softly as he worked, and Zexion liked this feeling. He didn't realize that he had finished at a quicker pace than he had been earlier until he was lying against Demyx and just listening to him sing.

.vi...ix.

"Dumbest excuse in the world..."

Smoke...? Ocean? Sugar? Fabric...

He was sure he heard hushed mumbling rousing him from his dark haze, but he didn't want to move just yet. It was nice to be curled up on the cushions from his couch, even though he wasn't quite sure why. It was most likely mid-afternoon, and he wasn't ill anymore--or at least, not as ill as he had been--but he didn't take naps. And the mumbling... who was in his house?

A sniffle.

Demyx. ...and Axel?

Wait. Axel!? Zexion shifted on his couch, and with a soft moan, he pushed himself to sit up. He felt like a little kitten, curled up in a small ball and sitting up while shifting to his knees. He was vaguely aware of the blanket over his back, subconsciously tugging it over his shoulders as he tried to hear the discussion. It sounded like it was coming from his kitchen...

"But Axel--"

The redhead's soft laugh was forcefully stifled. "Yeah, yeah... but that music thing's getting old," he said. "There's something going on, everyone knows."

"Zexy likes to say that... he likes my music."

"Zexy, huh?"

"Nnn..."

"It's okay. It's cute. Maybe he'll keep you on some sort of hyperactivity leash, and maybe you'll give him a life. Everyone knows he needs one..."

Zexion's tired eyes narrowed, and he decided to end the conversation. He was irritated with Axel's meddling, and his unnatural ability to gather information others tried to keep private. Especially in Zexion's life--Axel knew about his mother, his therapy, and his weekly park trips. And now about his (not-so) secret boyfriend. Slowly, he trudged into the kitchen, as Demyx tried to beg Axel to keep a secret, but both silenced at Zexion's stern look.

He commanded the silence. They watched as he moved to the refrigerator, took one cookie, The Pirate, and a bottle of water, and shifted back out of the room. Still silence, but he knew they were mainly unsure on how to react at Zexion's expression. Within a few seconds, the two ended up running into the living room, to find him back under his blanket, munching the cookie as he watched the news.

"Uh..."

Another look. More silence. A minute went by, of the announcer talking about a robbery and a car accident, before Axel started laughing. Demyx narrowed his eyes, leaning forward with his hands on his hips as he asked, "What's so funny?"

Axel continued to laugh, then dropped to sit and choked, "Little Zexy's so prideful, and right there, he looks like he's six!"

Zexion merely looked up, then narrowed his eyes. "That's not funny in the least," he replied blandly. Axel was still laughing, so Zexion chose to change the subject abruptly, blinking and quickly asking, "Why are you here, anyway?"

He continued to laugh for a moment longer, before finally pulling out a letter from his pocket. "See, Zex, I was at the library earlier," he said, setting the letter on the table. "And I ran into this girl. Pretty, and tiny, too. Sorta reminded me of Roxie, though."

"To the point, Axel."

"Right. Well... she asked if I knew you, and then asked me to give you that. I don't know what's in it, though. She didn't even leave her name."

Zexion blinked and took the letter, opening it quietly. As he fiddled with the envelope neatly, he could hear Axel continue his small speech on what happened since he got the letter.

"Then she left, and I came here and, my my, you're over there sleeping like a baby and Demyx is dancing around in his boxers and socks!"

"Shut up, Axel!" Demyx was blushing by this point, and holding a pillow defensively, ready to throw--when Zexion realized it was the pillow he had been sleeping on, he promptly tugged it back, then pulled Demyx to sit. Demyx obediently plopped himself down next to him, looking at the letter curiously. "So, who's it from, Zexy?"

He sniffed it.

Lavender... her!

His eyes widened. "No..." he whispered.

"Zex... what's the matter?" Demyx asked softly, leaning down to look at the paper. Zexion didn't respond to his question, merely staring at the paper in his hands. As he tried to reach for it, the smaller one jerked back, fleeing down the hall. Demyx hurried behind him, worried and confused, and found himself in front of the locked bedroom door. "Zexion!"

Axel looked down with a slight frown. "Wonder what all that's about... it's not like he has an ugly stalker..."

Demyx could only roll his eyes and continue to knock.

.ix. end .ix.

Yay for Angst! So ya think I retired the angst, huh?! Well, ya got another thing coming! ...well, there's more humor. Good stuff, funny moments, crossdressing (poor little uke) and more!
Just review; seventy-two; gets you a new... chappy! (Screw the rhymes, I have fanfics!)

But here, have a quote quote:
"Just because I'm British doesn't mean I'm Gay!"
-Bakura, Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series (by LittleKuriboh)

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