.:: Just Need A Sign ::.

"Zexion II"

This was it. Demyx didn't know why he was so nervous, but the thought of Zexion listening to him play is music sent all sorts of tickling shivers down his spine, through each of his limbs, and down to the very tip of each finger and toe. It wouldn't be the first time Demyx played his music for someone. In high school he always shared his latest songs with his teacher. He even let his parents hear his songs, even though they thought he should do something better with his life. But the longer he contemplated why the singer made him so nervous, the slower Demyx appeared to be, as he was just staring at Zexion.

And yet the slate haired musician simply kept that sly grin on his face, watching Demyx as a million thoughts went through his head. The blond didn't know how long it had been since Zexion asked to hear his music, but he was pretty sure they had been sitting in awkward silence for nearly a minute now. "Oh um, y-yes, I brought my guitar, and my sitar. Is there one you want to hear first? Or d-do, wha- I…"

"Dem," Zexion stated calmly as he placed a hand on Demyx's shoulder. "Relax. I'm not some evil critic, with a life goal that thrives on judgmental opinions. We're friends, sharing a bit of music together. I'm in my pj's for Christ's sake, relax. You need some whiskey or something?"

"I don't drink, I told you that." Demyx relaxed a little with Zexion's hand on his shoulder. He could smell the other man quite clearly from this distance. He had expected something different, something better, but that's not to say he was disappointed. He knew Zexion's lifestyle, so he shouldn't have been surprised to smell the remnants of smoke and alcohol.

"And I told you not to be ridicule-arse. Let's get you some chill-out-fuel." Zexion removed his hand from Demyx's shoulder and leaned against the piano to watch him.

"N-no, it's okay. I'm calm…let me, let me grab my sitar. It's my favorite." The blond stood up and walked over to his sitar case, carefully taking it out, making himself comfortable sitting on the floor, rather than getting up to be by Zexion again. He just knew he'd manage to mess it up if he were near the other man.

The singer simply spun around on the piano bench to watch Demyx as he fumbled around with his sitar case. But once that case was open, a whole new confidence washed over Demyx, and Zexion found it hard to suppress a smile. "Not gonna come back over here?"

"No no, I like this spot, this is good." Demyx spoke to his sitar neck as he tuned it just right for the song he planned on sharing with Zexion. He let his fingers and ears work quickly at the task, not wanting to give Zexion a chance to relocate somewhere closer. And as soon as he finished tuning, he started playing. And once he started playing no one else was in the room. It was just him and his sitar.

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Zexion watched Demyx tune his sitar, he thought about moving closer, but with Demyx feeling as uncomfortable as he was, he felt it best to give him his space so he could hear the best the blond had to offer. And from the moment Demyx hit the first note, Zexion knew he wasn't full of shit. The boy could play.

There was something incredibly delicate about the way Demyx started his first notes. His fingers lightly grazing with each stroke of his hand, and the way he pulled the string down, letting it up lightly to get that drawn out, beautiful tone, was just like Zexion's first impression of the blond. He was a delicate little flower, yet to be trampled on by the feet of much larger beings.

But soon the gentle caress of Demy'x fingers on his sitar neck, like the gentle caress of a touch to a lover's body, turned into a passionate stroking, that built up speed as the song became more furious. The blonde's fingers moved across the sitar so quickly Zexion could scarcely see them. Passions stirred within the singer, from his chest, to lower regions, that he didn't want to think about. There was something unforgettable about Demyx. He wasn't just a mediocre musician, trying to make it big. No, Demyx was a star yet to be discovered.

When Zexion saw the blond with his sitar, it was as if they were one. It was like two halves of one whole, two partners passionately embraced, at the edge of their climax, attached together in a way that gets them as close together as two humans can ever be. Demyx was a musician. Zexion knew he couldn't waste his time on whatever schooling his parents thought was best. In Zexion's mind, Demyx should only be working on music.

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When Demyx finished his song, he took a moment, to bask in the pleasure of having touched his fingers to his instrument once again. There was nothing quite like playing music. Every time he played, he knew more and more that music was the only thing he wanted. But his parents always stood in the way.

As the negative thoughts of his parents began to flood his mind, drowning out the blissful feeling from moments ago, Demyx opened his eyes to look at Zexion. The singer was staring at him. His eyes seemed a little clouded over, and he didn't make any attempt to move. He just stared. Immediately thoughts raced through Demyx's head. How bad must he have been? Zexion, the guy who always seemed to have something to say, had nothing to say? Was he even breathing? Had he killed him with his horrible playing? Was that even possible?

"Zexion?" the blond questioned, setting his sitar back in its case.

"Demyx…are you aware of how brilliant you are?" The singer finally snapped out of his catatonic state.

"I'm s-…." Demyx started before Zexion's words registered, "What?"

To be continued

AN: This story is being turned into an original character story. It may be posted elsewhere. But I will try to post it here as well. 6-3-15 edit