A/N: Bit upset right now. I had my whole author's note, ready to go and post, when the stupid account logged itself out! ARGH! So, for time purposes, and to save myself from snapping at you guys, I'm just going to say thanks to you all who's reviewed and read so far (you get cookies) and to tell you that the official deadline for the contest is September 28, and for further details go to my DA profile. Right, so here we go:

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Demyx and Zexion's Day

"Right then," Demyx said chirpily, rubbing his hands together in glee. "Me and Zex will head over to my place. You know my number, and we know yours. Call us up at some point."

"So to interrupt you from sexing each other up?" Riku asked teasingly.

"Rik-kun!! Honestly!"

"I don't see either of you denying it."

Demyx has left the area faster than Riku could finish that sentence. Zexion trailed behind, but Demyx knew that his ears were burning up now.

"OK, I seriously hope meeting your parents will not be as embarrassing as that," Zexion shivered.

Demyx smiled weakly. "It won't. If it is, we'll just camp out in the park or something."

Zexion quirked an eyebrow. "Camp?"

"So that we don't disturb anyone other than the squirrels."

"Demyx…that is disturbing yet strangely sexy," Zexion murmured.

"Don't you think uke?"

Zexion curled his noise in distaste. "You've been hanging around Yuffie for too long."

"Have I uke?" Demyx grinned teasingly.

"You're only calling me that because I'm shorter," he mumbled, pouting slightly. Demyx went very quiet at the sight. "What?"

"You look cute when you pout."

"Demyx…" Zexion started testily, wondering if they were ever going to get to the subject of meeting the parents or not.

"What?"

"Let's just get to your place. The sooner I meet your parents the better."

"Are you nervous?" Demyx asked.

Zexion didn't reply.

"Look, they'll love you. The only problem they'll have is if they do the is-he-really-good-enough-for-our-darling-son test."

"The what?"

"Long story short, they've pretty much accepted that they aren't getting grandkids from me so they always test whoever I'm seeing to see if they're good enough in their eyes. So far, they've been right."

Zexion's nerves began to build up. Knowing that possibly his boyfriend's parents were overly possessive of their only child, he'd think anyone would be slightly nervous about this. Demyx frowned slightly.

"That didn't help, did it?"

"No. No it didn't."

"Well don't worry, I'll put in a good word for you. After all, I wasn't the one being chased this time."

Zexion took very little comfort from that remark.


Demyx was throwing his shorter boyfriend worried looks all the way to his home, wondering what the slate-haired man was thinking. But that was the thing; no matter how hard Demyx looked, no matter how hard he tried to analyse Zexion, all he would come up with was a blank.

He sometimes wondered if Zexion would ever truly open up to him in the future. He honestly did.

Now they were standing at the front door, Zexion nervously inspecting his surroundings. Demyx did the only thing he could think of at the time: he held the shorter man's hand, his large hand covering the other's smaller, dainty pianist fingers. He admired the smoothness against the harshness of his own string-plucking fingers, the calluses from years of playing his sitar being evidence of this. Zexion offered him a weak smile in reply.

"You'll be fine," Demyx mouthed to him, pressing the door bell.

As usual, his mom had seemed to have gotten to the door in the speed of light as soon as the first chimes rang out clearly in the cold winter air. And as usual, Demyx was glomped.

Now Zexion knew where Demyx had gotten his glomping habits from.

"Demmy sweetie! How are you?! Have you been paying attention in class?! Have you been eating properly?! You seem so thin!"

"Mom," Demyx whined good-naturedly. "You know that Aerith feeds me! I just run a lot!"

"Mothers have to make sure their babies are being fed," Demyx's mother smiled warmly. She then looked over to where Zexion was standing there, looking a little taken a back. Demyx's mom was quite a big lady but beautiful non-the-less, with shoulder length blonde hair that was in a bob that bounced around her face, with playful green eyes looking at the smaller student with curiosity. "Demmy, who's this?"

Demyx wriggled out of his mom's grip, wrapping an arm around Zexion's waist. "This is Zexion Meimei, my boyfriend."

The woman peered at Zexion for a moment, making Zexion shrink slightly. She then opened her eyes and smiled brightly.

"Sirene Enkai," the woman introduced herself. She held her hand out for Zexion to shake. "Absolute pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, Mrs. Enkai."


Unlike the awkward silence Zexion had been expecting at lunch, it had been quite comfortable. Mrs. Enkai and Demyx chatted non-stop, going so fast that Zexion was amazed he actually followed what they were saying. Then there were the times Mrs. Enkai aimed questions at the slate-haired man, looking to catch him off guard. Fortunately for him, Zexion was blessed with being completely and utterly aware of his settings and always analyzing the situation so he always came up with the perfect answers (in his mind) for her. As it went on, Zexion felt like he was being eased into the conversation, Mrs. Enkai's cold sharp questions now changing into warm remarks and curiosity in what Zexion was doing with his life. The huge goofy grin on Demyx's face was worth a thousand words.

"Well, that was nice," Mrs. Enkai stated, signaling that the disguised interrogation was coming to a close. "Demyx, can you help me clear up?"

"Are you sure you don't want me to help?" Zexion offered, keen to make a good expression just in case this was another test. Sirene Enkai smiled warmly, shaking her head.

"No. You're the guest. It'd be rude to ask you to do a chore. Demyx, march."

"Yes ma'am."

Both collected the dishes, Demyx offering Zexion a wink and mouthing for him to go into the living room for a while. Zexion nodded and obediently went, not really wanting to hear what his boyfriend's mother thought of him. It was much too nerve-wrecking for the physicist.

Demyx looked curiously at his mother, wondering what the look on her face was for.

"Mom?"

"How did you meet him? I mean…I heard of him before but you never told me how you met him."

Demyx gave his mother a reassuring smile. "It was the first day of uni…"


Eighteen year old Demyx Enkai was fidgeting excitedly, unable to keep still for much longer as the cab glided along the road smoothly. His fidgeting however was beginning to annoy the eighteen year old next to him, his best friend of three years, Axel Kasai. The red-head glared at his excitable blond friend.

"Will you stop acting like you need the toilet," Axel snapped irratibly. "It's getting on my nerves."

"Sorry Axie! I can't help it! Too excited!"

"Why am I friends with you again?"

"Because I'm the only person who can understand you, shares your dream in creating a band and is way too adorable to ignore or get angry with?" Demyx offered, feeding his own ego. Axel flicked the blond's nose in reply, earning a sharp wail of pain from Demyx.

"No Dem. You're not adorable. Just annoying. And I pity your next boyfriend who has to put up with you."

"That's not very nice of you," Demyx pouted.

"Well I'm just not a very nice person," Axel countered.

"Yes you are. You're just… withdrawn!" Demyx was proud that he managed to find a word to describe Axel in full entirety. Axel snorted.

"Try cynical."

This argument continued as they walked up the brick path to their home for the next few years, Shiva House. They were greeted by Leon, who they had immediately picked up on the fact that he was the dominant figure in the house and not one to mess with. Then they were met by Tifa and Aerith, who were as different as night and day yet were so close to each other that they had what could be called as a sisterly bond. Then Yuffie, who they deemed to be completely and utterly mad; Marluxia, obviously a pervert who tried to hit on Demyx (but was greeted by a harsh glare by Axel and Leon); Larxene, a tough sadistic girl who always had her favourite 'toy' with her; Cloud, a quiet and mysterious man who kept himself to himself, and then Riku came along afterwards, the silver-haired islander finding himself paired up with Axel much to Demyx's disappointment.

He later found out that Demyx's room mate would be coming in a few days since he had been in hospital recently. At first, Demyx was a little nervous at the prospect of sharing a room with a stranger but then that nervous energy turned into the happy-go-lucky air that he had around him again. Axel came into the room that first night, grinning wolfishly at Demyx like he had found out something that Demyx shouldn't know.

"From what I've heard from the girls during their meeting with Leon, your room mate's quite the beauty," Axel stated, waving his hand slightly. Demyx rolled his eyes.

"You suggesting that I'm gonna try and molest him?"

"Demyx? You? Molesting someone else? Get real. You've always been the bottom."

Ouch! Strike one. It was true, Demyx was really the one taking the love rather than giving it… if you could call having a rush of hormones and adrenaline 'love'. Or being asked if you could be used for experimentation.

Axel's face fell a bit. "But seriously Demyx, I'm not saying that you will, but don't go into anything reckless. The poor kid's had it rough lately. He had an accident at home from falling down the stairs." He said that last part skeptically.

"You don't believe him?" Demyx asked.

"He hasn't broken a single bone yet he's mottled blue and black. That says a lot, and I should know."

Demyx didn't doubt what Axel was saying. He knew about Axel's past after months of trying to befriend him when they were in high school.

But either way, he was not going to touch this poor kid in anyway. Despite his outward appearance, Demyx had learned from Axel to be very careful about his actions.

It was the morning of the day before classes start and Demyx had come back from his morning run, feeling energized…and probably knowing he was going to annoy certain people because of the uplift from his sleepy mood. But then he noticed that something was very different. Leon was talking to the current sophomores, for the first time Demyx had known him hearing concern lacing the junior's voice.

"If that boy keeps acting the way he was just then, I fear for his social life," Leon muttered.

"Maybe we should just let him ease into it. After all, he's come back from hospital. Maybe he's trying to be careful." That had been Aerith being considerate.

"No kid who falls down the stairs demands you to not touch him when he's clearly stated no one pushed him down. Plus, he didn't break a bone miraculously enough," Tifa pointed out. "Something's fishy. I can feel it."

"Well we can't force it out of him. The poor dear is going to breakdown if we did." Marluxia, not being perverted for once.

"And you have this feeling how…?" Larxene demanded in a scary low voice. Marluxia gave out an audible 'eep!'

"What do you think about this Cloud?" Aerith asked the silent blond who was sitting on the counter.

"…" He shrugged his shoulders. "…Leave him. He obviously doesn't want anyone to come near him."

Demyx walked away and up the stairs to his room. Now that he knew that his room mate was here, his curiosity had to be satiated. He had to know who this mysterious boy was.

It was when he opened the door, Demyx felt his mouth go dry and his stomach began to do somersaults inside him. Standing there at the window serenely was probably the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He was quite small in stature, but not so much so that he was unnaturally short. His slate-coloured hair fell into his face, covering one eye while the other blue-purple eye shone like a precious stone in the morning light, the eye expressed by the small amount of dark eyeliner encompassing it. His pale skin was accentuated by his black attire which only had a splash of red and silver from his belts.

He is beautiful…Demyx thought.

The man turned, looking at the other with a mixture of irritation and… was that fear?

"What do you want?" he asked quietly, arms crossed against his chest defensively. Demyx cringed on the inside but he hid it well with the large disarming smile that he had perfected over the years he had known Axel.

"I'm Demyx Enkai, you're room mate," he introduced himself, smile still in place, hand out to be shaken and hoping that it would work. The other man blinked at him, looking like he was analyzing the situation before doing anything else. The gothic beauty than raised a tentative hand to meet Demyx's larger calloused hand. His hand was small, pale and dainty, looking like it could break if someone were to give it a bone-crushing handshake. However, the skin was spoiled by the large blue and black bruise at the back of his hand.

"Zexion Meimei," he murmured.

Demyx, for all his experience with the subject of love, never thought it would happen. He didn't believe in it. He never truly believed it was there. But his first meeting with Zexion had changed that.

Demyx had experienced love at first sight.


At the end of his story, his mom seemed to be wiping away a tear from her eye. "Oh Demmy, that was probably a better love story than any romance story I'll ever buy."

"So does Zexion get your approval?" Demyx asked anxiously.

His mom turned to face, a huge smile plastered on her face. "He's a keeper Demmy. Don't you ever let go of him. If you do, I'll never speak to you again."

Demyx laughed, partly knowing that his mom could never keep to that threat yet hiding the fact that he had never thought of the possibility of Zexion walking out of his life. The thought…scared him.

Of course, they hadn't realized that Zexion had overheard their conversation.


His mom left to go meet up with his dad who was still working at the accountants, apparently one of their clients was just not leaving, much to Umi Enkai's annoyance. That left Demyx and Zexion alone. And Demyx knew that something was up with Zexion.

"Zex?"

No response. Zexion seemed too engrossed with a book (in actuality was trying to avoid a certain subject).

"Fine. You leave me with no choice…Zexy."

Zexion glared at Demyx, who was giving him that charming disarming smile of his.

"Now that I have your attention, I can tell you that now that you have my mom's approval, my dad's sure to follow."

Zexion just nodded and returned to reading. Demyx quirked an eyebrow. This just confirmed that something was wrong. He stood up, walked over to where Zexion was reading in one of the periwinkle blue armchairs and did the only thing he thought he could do. He put both of his arms on either side of Zexion's head, removing the book so that Zexion had no choice but to listen to Demyx.

"What's wrong?" he asked, but his eyes spoke to Zexion. Tell-me-what's-wrong-and-tell-me-truthfully. Zexion looked away slightly.

"Is it true?"

Demyx cocked his head to the side questioningly. "What is?"

"That story you told your mom in the kitchen earlier. How we first met. Did you…did you really…"

Demyx then knew what was going on. Of course, Zexion only recently began to accept his feelings and his sexual preference. Demyx had known for a long time that he'd do anything for the shorter man, and that maybe his feelings were much more stronger that Zexion's. But he had faith in Zexion. He pulled Zexion into a tight embrace.

"It's true," he whispered. "I fell in love with you the first time I ever laid eyes on you. I know that maybe you don't really have the same feelings as me at the moment but… but I can wait. I can try to earn your affections. You have to understand that I'd do anything for you."

For awhile, Zexion was silent, not returning Demyx's affection, as if he was in shock. He then wrapped his arms around Demyx's neck, head buried in the taller man's chest.

"Demyx…I didn't know…but please…wait for me…give me a little time."

"I know," Demyx murmured, kissing his smaller boyfriend's forehead. "I know."