SOB! T^T This is the last chapter. I know. I know. I went missing for a while but I swear I was writing this. i finished this at the end of January but I didn't put it up until today for various reasons. I won't say what they are, but you'll find out if you read. If you haven't done so already, check out my other stories. Just click on my username and look for them on my profile. I started a Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi fic recently that I am currently working on, so that is pretty much my next project besides one-shots. Feel free to check it out, although it might be a little depressing in the beginning.
I hate having to end this fic cause I had so much fun writing it, even through the writer's blocks. I don't know if I will pick up on another Zemyx/Demion fic, but I will try.
Feel free to review or Pm me with requests for fics. I will pretty much write anything.
Enough of my rambling and on with the story. (I no own KH as much as I would love to.)
Chapter 13
~Four Years Later~
Stupid winter. Stupid London. Why didn't I move to Argentina when I had the chance? That's right, my mother's old. That's too mean. She's not that old. She's just a little fragile, like a china tea cup. At least I managed to get a month long vacation. No big deal. The entire company (I guess that's what you could call it) has the entire month off.
Everything is much less stressful than it used to be. 'Dad' never tried to contact mom after she left. Saïx and Luxord helped her with the divorce. I guess the man was too intimidated by Saïx being on guard duty, and Luxord being one of the best lawyers out there. I moved mom into a quaint little e cottage in the country, not too far from where we are. Zexion and I moved in together and adopted a chocolate brown puppy. He's such a trouble maker, so we named him Zora (1) (Neither of us can pronounce the Z well enough and it sounds like Sora).
Axel and Roxas left for the Bahamas on our first day off, so now I'm bored. Going out isn't as fun when they're not around. I miss the trouble we got into with every hang out. Larxene went off to Thailand to find her father, who happens to travel around searching for mythical creatures, or something of the sort. Superior is in Australia doing whatever it is he does when he goes on vacation. Xaldin dragged Marluxia off to France to get a culinary degree. As for us, we stayed in London for holiday shopping and some other things… At least everyone will be back together for Christmas and New Year's, after persuading Superior of course.
~December 24, 2011~
"Xemnas, darling, look up."
"What? Mistletoe? Marluxia what the-Hey! No! I'm not going to kiss you!"
"But Xemnas, it's tradition."
Poor Xemnas, he won't be enjoying much tonight. Meh, not my problem. I'm too busy enjoying Marluxia's work. He has outdone himself once again. It's not a huge party, but the decorations make the place look and feel more than it really is, including the ten foot tree in the middle of it all.
"Demyx!"
"Hey, Roxas. Where's Axel?"
"I thought you would know. It seems Zexion isn't here either."
"Yea, he's probably…probably…"
"Probably what? Demyx?"
I'm pretty sure Zexion wasn't going to be here for another hour or so. I must've heard him wrong because he's standing on the other side of the room wearing an elf costume next to a very slim Santa.
"Roxas, are you aware Axel is in a Santa outfit?"
"He's what? Oh. My. God! H-he is! Ha ha ha ha! He looks like a Twizzler® with a beard! It doesn't suit his figure at all. Ha ha! Zexion's in an elf outfit! Pfft! He looks so pissed!"
"Ha ha ha! Axel does look like a bearded Twizzler®! Good one. This isn't Christmassy at all. It's the complete opposite! Aha ha ha…crap. They're coming over. Shh, quit laughing."
That just made my day. A grumpy elf next to a bearded Twizzler®. I wish I had brought my camera. This is just priceless. It's going down in the book as the best unintentional Christmas present ever, but nothing could top Zexion's present last year. *hint hint nudge nudge*
"Hey, Roxy. How do you like the get up?"
"It's nice, and quit calling me Roxy."
"Aw, does little Roxas want to sit on Santa's lap? I don't mind, as long as you tell me what you want for Christmas." Axel winked at Roxas causing him to blush cherry red.
"No, I would not like to sit on Santa's lap. I am not a little kid anymore. Santa is being a pervert. He better get back to Mrs. Clause before she starts getting suspicious."
"But, Mrs. Clause is already here. Why would she get suspicious?"
"Because, Santa is obviously flirting with a man more than half his age. It's called pedophilia, Santa, and in this society, it's gross."
"Santa's being a pervert? Really?"
"Yes, really?"
"Well, Mrs. Clause, I will have to make up for it, won't I?"
"Wait, what? Axel, hey! Let go! No! I refuse!"
Bad mental images. Watching Roxas be dragged away by Axel, especially with that look on his face, will most likely give me nightmares. It's scary how well he plays the creeper role.
"Demyx, do you mind if we go up to your dorm? I feel really uncomfortable in this costume."
"You look really cute in it, though. You might not like it, but I do."
"I'm glad you like it, but green isn't my color. It adds a green hue to my skin and makes me look sickly."
"Alright Fashion-mama, we'll go. How did Axel convince you to put it on in the first place?"
"Marluxia, that's all you need to know."
Well, I rather like the way they think. They certainly know how to brighten up my day. So, we made it up to my dorm, room, apartment, thing. I really don't know what to call them, so I'll settle with living quarters.
"Marluxia really outdid himself this time, didn't he?"
"Yea, he did," Zexion stayed silent for a minute before I spoke up again.
"Zexion, are you really that mad about the outfit?"
"No, I just feel really uncomfortable wearing it. It's not like what I'm used to wearing. I'll be back, I'm going to change."
"Ok," Zexion walked off to the bedroom while I went to the kitchen.
There isn't much left here, except the essentials. To others, it looks really clean and well kept, but we barely keep anything here. There's only extra clothing, and the fridge only houses sandwich items. Moving most of our belongings was a royal pain in the ass. It's too much work, with too many boxes. I'm glad I don't have such a small living space anymore. It gets cramped after a while, especially with two people.
"Demyx, whose shirt is this?" I hadn't noticed when Zexion came out of the room.
"What shirt?"
"The one laying on the couch," Whoops. I forgot to put that away and wrap it. Darn. I guess it's best to give it to him now.
"Well…um…you see…I…uh…"
"Demyx, are you okay?"
"Mhm, perfectly fine."
"So?"
"So, what?"
"Whose shirt is it?"
"Here!MerryChristmas!It' 'thateme. I know you don't like rainbows, but when I saw it,I thought of you and how it would be the perfect gift. If you don't like it I can always take it back. Don't hate me!" I shoved the shirt into his arms, while keeping my eyes glued to the floor. When I finally looked up, Zexion had a cute little smile on his face, which, believe it or not, is still a rare occurrence.
"Thank you, Demyx. I don't know what made you think I would hate you, but I can see you put a lot of thought into this."
"Just be grateful it's not from the women's section. At least you still have some pride left as a man."
"Look who's talking. At least I'm not worrying over my hair, locked up in the bathroom for three hours every morning."
"Hey! My hair needs special care."
"Whatever, I got you a present, too."
He held up a blue box with a silver bow on it. I took it and unwrapped it with the utmost care, what was inside almost left me breathless. Zexion had managed to get an autographed picture of Jimmy Hendrix. How the hell did he get his hands on something like this?
"Thank you, Zexion. I love it, but how did you…?"
"I have a friend who owns an antique shop in York. The last time I visited, a lady brought in a lot of boxes full of things that had once belonged to her father. She hadn't gone through most of the boxes, but she said she didn't want it cluttering her house. He found that picture the day before I came back. I know you're a fan, and the opportunity couldn't have come at a better time, so I bought the picture from him."
"Zexion, you shouldn't have. I'm not ungrateful, but this is just too much."
"I'm glad you like it, but I don't think it's fair you spoil me more than I get to spoil you. It's the least I can do for keeping me around."
"Okay, okay. I give. You can spoil me to your heart's content, but if you go broke, it's not my fault."
~February 12 2011~
No, no, no, nononono. It can't be February 12th already. I don't know what to do now. I still haven't gotten Zexion's gift yet. Axel and Roxas should know what to do. Where are they?
"Axel! Roxas! I need your help!"
"What's wrong, Demyx?"
"I still haven't gotten Zexion anything for Valentine's day yet. I have no idea what to get him."
"Ask Marluxia to make a romantic dinner for the two of you."
"Or, you could wrap yourself in-"
"Axel, not funny. Demyx isn't a pervert like you. Sweetie, get him his favorite flowers, or go somewhere meaningful. You don't have to make a luxurious looking dinner. As long as you put your heart in it, I'm sure he'll appreciate what you make."
"Thanks, Roxas."
"Roxas, I didn't know you were such a sap," I heard Axel tease Roxas as I walked off to find Marluxia. I am going to learn how to cook, if it's the last thing I do. I won't kill myself over something difficult, just something enough for a picnic.
"Marluxia, can you teach me to cook?"
"What's the occasion, and are you sure you won't kill yourself in the process?"
"Picnic, but not too elaborate. I want to make it simple but romantic."
"So, cake, fruit, sandwiches, and a sugary drink. Got it."
I only hope I can learn in time and not kill myself.
~Valentine's Day~
"What if he doesn't like what I made? What if it tastes horrible? What if it rains? What if-"
"Dude, calm the fuck down. Breathe. There you go. Keep breathing. Don't stress yourself out. It doesn't taste that bad. I tasted it when you made it. Trust me; Zexion will enjoy what you made, and what you're doing for him. If he doesn't, I'll beat his scrawny little ass."
"Thanks, Axel, but I don't think I want you beating him up. I'm just worried something will go wrong. I've never done anything like this before."
"Drink some tea. It'll help you calm down. I'd like to stay longer, but Roxas is waiting for me. Make sure not to tire yourself out. Bye."
I'm doomed! How can I not stress out? I've never done anything like this before in my entire life. Anything could go wrong. No, stay positive, Demyx. Everything will work out fine. What if he forgot? It's already four –thirty. I'm sure he's on his way. Stay positive, Demyx. Optimistic. Optimism. Pessimistic…NO! Optimistic. Optimism. Opti-
"Demyx?"
"Eek! Holy- you scared the living daylights out of me. What's up?"
"First off, are you okay? And second, what's the big surprise?"
"I'm fine. Yep, never better. The surprise? Well, it's outside, in the park, by the lake, under a tree, next to a berry bush, by the rowboat area, with the nice view of the mountains."
"Okay then, are we going to go, or are you going to keep me here and describe it?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Let's go."
I managed to lead Zexion out to the clearing without becoming a nervous wreck. Marluxia will be getting some new hair products soon for the help. If it weren't for him and his awesome skills, I would be cleaning up an almost unrecognizable kitchen right now.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Zex."
"Thanks, Demyx. It's nice, I appreciate it. Did you put it together?"
"Yep, Marluxia taught me how."
I don't know why I was so worried about today. Nothing went wrong. Maybe next year will be better.
"Demyx, I have a Valentine's Day gift for you."
"Really?"
"Yes," Zexion got down on one knee and held out a small black box.
"Zexion?"
"Demyx," he opened the box to reveal a silver ring with a gorgeous blue sapphire on it, "will you do me the honor of travelling to America and marry me?"
The End...Or is it? I hate having to part with this story. It's like watching a child grow up and decide the don't need their mommy anymore. Not that I know how that feels like since I haven't had kids. I'm too young to know what it's like. I mean I'm an adult, sure, but I don't want kids...yet. Any ways, keep reading. There's still room until the scroll indicator thingy hits the bottom. You might be surprised at what you find. ;)
1) Zorra means fox in Spanish and when people can't roll their r's and can't pronounce the z to the fullest it sounds like Sora.
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"Demyx, I have a Valentine's Day gift for you."
"Really?"
"Yes," Zexion got down on one knee and held out a small black box.
"Zexion?"
"Demyx," he opened the box to reveal a silver ring with a gorgeous blue sapphire on it, "will you do me the honor of travelling to America and marry me?"
Okay, now I'm done. I know it's a cliffy but I kind of want to see what you guys make of it. If you decide to expand on it, send me a the url 1) so i can read it and 2) so I can link it on my profile page.
Lemony one-shot for anyone that can guess what the ring stands for.
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