Ooooh yesh. So I'm officially ignoring my quota system. You guys, review when ya wanna. And pleeeze, review. I do love the amount of favorites and alerts I'm getting, though. Thanks, everyone!
Now
for the personals...
...ShadowAili:
I must say, my deary... I hearts you to death. Don't worry about it,
just let your headache get better. And you are sweet, don't go
into Zexion!Denial-Mode... And yesh, Demyx helps everything, because
we love him. And yeah, Namine's a tiny bit weird, but she gets
better! I just can't see her all that evil... -giggles- Demyx plays
dirty. I blame Larxene. Luuuurvles your reviews, and I huggle your
stamps! Glad you're enjoying, thanks for reviewing!
...Mina
The Forgotten Flakes: Ahahaha (thkz, btw!) I really want some Emo
Flakes right now... is the milk blood from the wrists or tears from a
bleeding heart? XD Ja... plot-ness, I love plots. And don't worry...
yes, you are, indeed, crazy. But we love you. And, erm... I dunno.
Zexion's sanity is up to you. I like thinking he's insane with a
purpose. But who knows... sorry about the window thing, though. But
windows are creepy. And coolzies, yay for long reviews! I feel all
special!
...Ranchdressing:
Oh yesh... cruel, I am, indeed! -gives cookie for catching the hint-
Yesh, the cross-dressing, and Axel's plan are here, am hoping they
make you laugh.
...Metal
Chocobo: Zankkyuuz. -giggles- Hehe, scary twist, ne? I can just
see Zexy with a knife, with this deranged, Sharingan-Eye kinda
stare... but thankfully, no ninjas, only Demyx.
...Roxanne:
So the Random Reviewer has been unmasked, and is now handed a thank
you for said review! Glad you like. Of course, Zexy's crazy and
sometimes thinks... like a crazy person. But I know, if I killed my
mommy, I'd feel crazy too! Who knows...
...fullmetalguitar:
Yay, I gotz tissues! Thaaaankies! -sneeze- Teehee, am glad you like.
And yesh, Axel is a bad, bad little boy... then again, he does
play with fire...
...Shattered
Sanctuary: Teehee. Namine's not so evil, ish, or something... I
can't really picture her being evil, but hey... she knows how to
destroy lives, so I know I'm not gonna get on her bad side!
-giggle-
...sesshoumaruhasafluffytail:
Am sorry! -hands a pillow for ass-digging-prevention- Sorry, I plan
on it. Was going on a quota system, and am now screwing that. Early
post, Merry Christmas! Wait... happy easter? Wait... I confused!
-spiral eyes-
...Dearie:
Fresh meat! I mean... thank you! Am glad you enjoy!
For all who reviewed/faved/alert'd... thanks! For all who aren't reviewing... Zexy's got knives, y'know... and they're sharp and pointy...
I mean, here!
"Alert":
Crossdressing and FFAC Cameos down below!
Welcome
to Why-You-Don't-Plan-With-Axel!
Whispered
Melody
.xi.
Feeling
Safer
Saturday.
Perfume, fabric... fresh grass, make-up, smoke, ocean...
Some odd sort of plotting. Axel had spoken with his cousin and declared a probable situation. Naminé had gone back to Midgar and Reno agreed to have a slumber party at his house. Though Axel tried to explain that it wasn't exactly a slumber party--"Grow up, will you, Reno? We're on a mission here!"--they had the arrangements planned anyway.
Ridiculous. Zexion found this absolutely ridiculous, as two high school girls dolled him up. Axel had made more arrangements in the hopes that Naminé wouldn't immediately spot him and attempt to kill him on the spot. An espionage mission required a disguise for Zexion, and although he wished for just a wig or hair dye, he was pinned down and decorated. By high school girls.
"Is the skirt really necessary?" Zexion asked, barely able to contain the irritation in his voice.
Axel was laughing into Roxas's shoulder, and the blond boy grinned. He knew they were laughing at him, it was obvious. He was still a boy, but in the hands of two girls and a gathered bunch of clothing--stolen items from Larxene's closet and borrowed from Roxas's fashion-designing friends--but his appearance had completely changed.
Demyx's cheeks were pink in a shared embarrassment, unsure if he truly wanted to be seen with this... not-naturally female in front of him. It was an interesting look, Zexion would admit, but he disliked it. The clothing was tight, parts feeling abnormal and oddly restrained. Demyx kept eyeing him, as if the look was a nice change, even though he seemed uncomfortable with it.
Zexion just wanted to drop dead where he sat, letting the girls bother with forcing the white socks and black maryjanes on his feet. They made him look like a girl completely, from the pink shirt with white hearts around the collar to the black skirt that came to his knees. He had to fight off their wish to force him in a bra and stuff it, but if he could choose between the girl panties they made him wear--Demyx had them from somewhere, and nobody wished to ask--and the bra, he would've chosen the bra. The panties were just... so... tight, compared to his boxers.
"He's really not a briefs guy, is he?" one of the girls asked as she looked up to Axel. Zexion didn't know if that was the Kairi girl or the Olette girl, but either way, he was bothered by their giggling. He was soon pulled to his feet, rocking on his heels for a moment or so to get accustomed to the shoes, but cringed.
"It's drafty," he commented idly.
Axel bit back another laugh. "Well... they offered stockings..." he choked, before Roxas tugged him away to let him away by the window.
Demyx merely smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Zexion... they say it'll help with the plan..."
Zexion's eyes narrowed. It annoyed him, this ridiculous plan--he would go incognito, as a girl named Zeion, and they would run into Naminé and introduce themselves as "friends of Zexion" and see how she reacted. A bad reaction, and Zexion wouldn't confront her; a good reaction, and he'd consider it. Zexion just wanted to call her from a payphone in Hallow Bastian and talk to her there.
This... this plan was just ridiculous.
"How do you feel?" Demyx asked.
"I feel ridiculous," he replied with a frown. Thankfully, he wouldn't be forced to carry a purse. Demyx was letting him use his denim jacket, which hung over his small frame like a baggy tent, and he could keep his wallet inside the pockets. Zexion took the jacket and pulled it over his shoulders, then frowned. "This wasn't even necessary..."
"Sure it was!" the girl in the pigtails said.
"Of course it was necessary!" the one in pink chipped in.
They seemed alike, twins even, but they weren't in the same family. Axel mentioned that they were just good friends, but the Melodious Nocturne's keyboardist's boyfriend's older brother was best friends with one of the girl's brother. That was a long connection, even though they could've just said Roxas's Friend Pence. Or not even bothered to mention it at all.
Then again, that day was just full of unnecessary happenings. He had to sigh again, and the girls bounced out of the room, dragging along the small brunet who had been watching with a pitiful look. Zexion was sure he sympathized, by his sad look, but soon they were gone, and chatter from the hallway began. Zexion frowned and looked up at Demyx.
"Do I seriously have to wear this?" he asked dully.
Demyx shrugged with a small frown. "Sorry... you look... uh... pretty, though." He smiled. "And then you can be my girlfriend in public!"
Zexion glared lazily. "I never said I'd be the woman in this relationship."
"You never said it was a real relationship, either," Demyx replied with a grin, wrapping his arms around Zexion's waist. He soon pulled him off his feet and smiled. "Plus, I can pick you up. And you make a prettier girl."
Zexion's glare intensified mildly. "There's nothing wrong with my size..." Subconsciously, he wrapped his arms around Demyx's neck and held on tightly, and Demyx smiled.
"You're gorgeous..." Demyx whispered to him.
Zexion continued to glare, even as his cheeks began to pinken. Demyx hugged him tighter and seized his lips, drawing him in for a breathless kiss. Zexion couldn't help but allow it, hands moving to play in Demyx's hair, pulling his head in closer as their lips parted. Demyx's tongue tentatively touched his, and Zexion smirked slightly, wrestling with the intruder in his mouth, probing and playing as their tongues touched and tickled.
They heard a stifled snicker behind them, and slowly turned their eyes in that direction, lips still mostly attached.
Their five visitors stood crammed in the doorway, smiling. One of the girls looked up at Axel and whispered, "I think Demyx likes the idea of Zexion as his girlfriend..."
Zexion wanted to strangle something.
.vi...ix.
Grass, spray-freshener, ocean, make-up, smoke, fast food.
"Zexy..." Demyx whispered, looking up with a slight frown.
Zexion couldn't help but frown in return. He felt bothered. The skirt was drafty and any time he moved, the panties hitched. It bothered him, and no matter how he tried to make himself feel more comfortable, it didn't work. He had been fidgeting for over half an hour, his mystery novel abandoned on the seat beside him as he writhed in irritation, determined not to stick a hand under the skirt.
Axel and Roxas were only two rows behind them, both fast asleep with their fingers entwined. One of the stewardesses on the train was squealing about them earlier, and he knew he wouldn't have to worry about them, but it still bothered him.
He accidentally bumped Demyx's left hand again, causing him to move his pencil across the notebook. He frowned and looked up. "Zexy... you're gonna have to stop that... I wanna finish my lyrics..." he whined, looking up at him for a moment.
"Sorry..." Zexion mumbled, shifting in his seat again. "It's just... these..."
Demyx sighed. "C'mere... lemme try to fix it?"
The smaller one shook his head as he wobbled in his seat again. "N-no... I'll be okay, just..." He bumped Demyx's elbow again. The blond sighed and pulled him up, forcing him to kneel as he tugged him closer to him. Demyx then gave him a pitiful look.
"Kiss me?"
Zexion sighed. "How's this going to sol--"
"Pweeeese?"
He sighed and kissed him, and Demyx pulled him in more, an arm protectively wrapped around his waist. Zexion slipped as Demyx pulled him closer, a knee falling on the notebook, other keeping him sturdy as it balanced on his chair. Zexion wasn't sure this seemed proper at all, feeling more exposed as the wind through the open window blew against his bare legs, hitting where the skirt was hitching. Even through the kiss, it bothered him.
And then Demyx's hand began to move, caressing his thigh, rubbing along his leg gently. Soon, the hand slid upward, and as Zexion struggled against him, Demyx smiled and kissed him again. "Zexy..." he whispered.
"D-dem... stop that..." Zexion forced out, but Demyx insisted on ignoring him, hand sliding up further, finding the lining of the feminine underwear. He ran his fingers suggestively along the skin. Zexion's body shuddered in response to the feeling as he whimpered again, taking Demyx's mouth to his once more. Demyx's fingers carefully slid into the panties and ran his fingers further along Zexion's skin, moving slowly, sensually, and--
Snap!
Zexion winced as the elastic smacked his rear, making a sound of protest. Demyx merely adjusted the undergarment and soon let the smaller one pull away and smack him roughly in the arm. "That hurt!"
"But now it's not riding up, is it?" Demyx asked with a smile.
He glared and grabbed his book, flipping it open to a random page. "Just go back to writing your emo poetry, why don't you."
Demyx pouted. "B-but I thought you liked my music..."
Zexion almost smacked him again. "Just shut up and write." Fifteen minutes later, and he was writhing around again, until finally he found a cosy spot on Demyx's lap, acting as a thesaurus to make Demyx's song look smarter.
.vi...ix.
Books... literature, coffee, people..
"A-are you sure she'll be here?" Demyx had to ask again. They had only been in the bookstore for ten minutes and already Zexion had started another mystery novel and he seemed to have the intention on finishing it. Demyx didn't want to wait, and he worried something bad would happen with this meeting. Axel's plans weren't too perfect.
After all, Zexion had been hooked up on a date with Demyx's sister, to begin with.
They were waiting anyway. Roxas had abandoned Axel for the manga section, his nose buried in Loveless while Axel waited with Demyx for the specific blonde girl to enter. Zexion kept an eye on them from his section but remained mostly out of sight. He could hear their conversation, but he didn't want to intervene unless it was necessary. Fear played a part, as did the need for caution.
He just kept reading, and suddenly sniffed.
Lavender. And... more smoke, flavored even.
He looked up cautiously, as she walked in. She still seemed small as ever, clad in a simple white dress and sweater and shoes which exposed her small limbs and tiny frame. Her pale blonde locks hung around her shoulders, curling out the slightest bit at the tips. She seemed even smaller underneath the draped arm of a red-haired male, who spoke to her with a calm, smooth voice.
"So sweetie, still on for dinner tonight? I can take you out somewhere all nice and... 'ey, look, it's Axel."
Upon spotting the redhead and friend, she approached with a smile, slowly pulling herself from underneath the redhead's arm with a shy sort of grace.
"Hello!" she greeted upon recognition. "You're Zexion's friend from the library."
He nodded. "Hey, little lady."
"Is Zexion here?"
Axel and Demyx shook their heads slowly. "Sorry, little lady," he replied, and Demyx kept quiet, staring at the floor. Zexion had warned him earlier about her observant nature and keen eye, and so he diverted his eyes. She blinked as she looked at him, but soon found herself looking at Axel again as he shoved Reno aside and took her hands in his. "I'm so sorry... Zexion couldn't make it. He had a few arrangement problems..."
Reno stumbled, spinning on a heel before taking two steps back. Zexion forced himself into a corner to avoid Reno, and the older one finally righted himself, staring plainly at him. Zexion knew his cover was blown, and even as he tried to bury his nose back in the book, Reno was smiling.
"Naminé, guess who I found!" Reno said with a smile, plucking the book from his hands.
Zexion's cheeks reddened as he tried to look away, attempting to grab another book from a shelf. Naminé only smiled, pulling her hands from Axel's grasp as she hurried over there. "Zexion! You're okay!"
Wait. Okay?!
And immediately, she had bounced over, throwing her arms around his neck as she hugged him tightly. He only stared, eyes wide in the paranoid fear that she was going to stab him in the back, literally. The scent of lavender filled his nostrils and he felt dizzy, ready to faint at the confusion, or stab himself and get it over with. She pulled away after a few seconds and smiled.
"Zexion... oh my..." Her pale eyes scanned his wardrobe, and his face reddened even more.
"I'm... I'm really not into this..." he spluttered, glancing down. "It's just, they... maybe... excuse for... I like pants."
Naminé giggled. "You don't do well in a skirt," she said softy. "Well... what brings you in town? I heard you wanted to talk..."
Zexion's eyes narrowed slightly. "You're lying, Naminé. You connected with me first... I got the gifts."
She looked down, thin fingers tugging on the hems of her sleeves. "Oh..." she whispered. In the background, Axel was whispering harshly to his cousin, and Zexion caught a glimpse of him trying to smack the Reno's head. Roxas had him by the wrist, thankfully, trying to shove some "Parental Advisory"-labeled manga into his hand. Zexion briefly ignored them and frowned, looking at Naminé quietly.
"Sorry... Cloud says I have a horrible sense of humor," she muttered with a shy smile.
"Are you going to tell?" he asked softly.
Naminé sighed. "No..." she replied. "I wanted to. The first day I got here, my brother thought I should... but then I heard you were in therapy." Zexion glanced down, but she continued. "I figured you were at least trying, so I didn't. I didn't think you'd do well in prison... Cloud went, and he said it's not quite for the weak."
"So you're saying I'm weak?" he asked.
"Yes, and no. You're not physically strong. Cunning, manipulative, mentally strong... when you're stable. And off... whatever they had put you on. Zexion..." She leaned forward, her lips less than an inch from his ear, and he shuddered. "I might know who did it..."
Zexion frowned. "I did," he replied coldly.
"No... the drugs... someone poisoned you, Zexion. I think I know who." Naminé smiled slightly. Zexion stared at her for a moment, and she moved away, taking his hand. "It's all okay... we'll go back to my brother's apartment, get you some... pants... and talk over tea. You like that plan?"
He fought to tear his eyes away. "Yeah... I need the pants..."
.xi. end .xi.
H'okai, thar. I just really felt like posting today, since it's here, and should be given to people. My allergies are doing better, since it rained yesterday (even though I almost got attacked by four mutant mosquitos), and so you all get a Welcome Back To Not Dying, Senpai! present. Hope you guys liked it!
Quotin' time!
"I'm not talking to myself, I'm talking to the Ocean!"
"Okay..."
"The Ocean and I are getting married!"
-Mako Tsunami and CameraGuy, Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series (by LittleKuriboh)
:Darkness Princess.
