Title: Coming Out Of The Closet

Author: Hakumei Mikomi

Rating: T

Pairing: Zemyx

Summary: Yaoi, Crackfic, OOCness. All Demyx wanted was someone to hang out with. All Zexion wanted was for Demyx to get off his case. What they both never expected was falling for each other in the process. Zemyx

Hakumei: This is a yaoi fanfic! If you don't know what yaoi means please click the little red 'x' on the top right hand corner of your screen. Thank you. For those of you who know and like yaoi please note that this is basically a crackfic, meaning that the characters will act OOC. Mainly since I can't write anyone IC for the life of me. I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to Square Enix and Disney. I own nothing here.

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Prologue: No Turning Back

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When he thought about it carefully Zexion realized that almost everything bad that had ever happened to him was because of Demyx. Ok, maybe he was over exaggerating a bit but not by much. Only a little, really. If the overly hyperactive sitar player had never felt the urge to intrude on his life everything would be just peachy. And he could have avoided most of the awkward, not to mention dangerous, situations that he always somehow became involved in.

Everything could have been normal.

He could go about his daily tasks in peace and complete his missions when Xemnas saw fit to give him them. A very rare event since Saïx usually had to coerce their leader into doing something other than moon-gazing. Damn bastard.

Anyway, as he was saying, life would have been a much more tolerable affair. Day in, day out. But of course Number Nine had to make everything so much more difficult. And so much more cramped.

Speaking of being cramped Zexion gave Demyx an indignant glare before blowing several strands of silver-purple hair off of the left side of his face. Maybe he should get it cut, he thought idly. The hair that covered the entire right side of his face was starting to make him feel uncomfortably warm. The long black organization coat and ill-fitting boots didn't really help either.

Or maybe it was just that he wasn't used to sharing such a small space, a closet to be precise - a closet that held brooms, dustpans, and other items necessary to cleaning the Castle That Never Was, with another person. He just wasn't used to such close proximity. That and the fact that said person was Demyx, destroyer of all things peaceful, who currently (much to Zexion's dismay) was awkwardly standing up and pressed against his chest.

Number Six, who was also hazardously standing, cursed the pile of boxes behind him that prevented him from moving farther away from brown haired Organization member. His gloved hands gripped the closest box behind him, trying to remove some of the pressure off his feet. He decided, sarcastically, that this couldn't get any worse.

That thought, of course, decided to be ironic.

Demyx shifted slightly against Zexion, apparently trying to regain the feeling in his feet. The older of the two could sympathize as his legs were also starting to tire, but he had already determined that Demyx - as the one who caused this whole thing to happen in the first place - completely deserved the discomfort, maybe more if possible.

The lilac haired Nobody was forced from his thoughts as Demyx muttered something incomprehensible and placed his hands on the wall behind Zexion's head, effectively bringing them so close together that their noses were nearly touching.

Zexion nearly hissed, except that this was Zexion and he did not hiss, "What are you doing? We're already crushed together enough as it is."

Number Six of Organization XII prided himself as being the silent, unexpressive member. Two traits, along with quick thinking, that were necessary for the art of observing and manipulating others.

This situation, however, was making him increasingly antsy and annoyed. And that bothered him to no end. How was it that Number Nine always managed to slip behind his defenses?

Demyx mumbled again and quickly lowered his head so that the distance between their faces appeared to have increased while it really hadn't.

Zexion's eyes widened a bit in surprise, Demyx mumbling? Demyx mumbling? This was the guy that had stood outside his bedroom door screaming his lungs out and playing his sitar in an attempt to get Zexion to be his backup singer. An offer which he had promptly dismissed with a 'no' and a slam of his door. And the screaming, which the brown-haired Nobody had called singing, hadn't stopped until Saïx (the newest member at the time) told him to shut up and promptly knocked him out with what looked suspiciously like a bitch slap.

Saïx was a deadly enemy in the early morning hours.

But what had surprised Zexion even more than the mumbling, which may have been an attempt to keep quiet so that Larxene and her never ending supply of knives would remain unaware of their whereabouts, was the flush that he had seen spreading over Demyx's cheeks and the bridge of his nose before he had lowered his face.

"You're mumbling."

Demyx tried again, "I said, I needed to lean against something. And the wall behind your head happens to be the only place to do so."

Zexion twitched slightly at Demyx's words, not only because this would be an extremely embarrassing... position... to be found in, but also because the younger Nobody was breathing. On. His. Neck.

This was clearly a direct invasion of his personal space.

"Oh." He smartly answered before an uncomfortable silence descended upon the small closet. Not that everything was completely silent since they could both hear muffled noises of destruction coming from some part of the castle. Oh how Zexion pitied those who got in the way of Larxene at this point.

Ok, not really, but, it seemed like something appropriate to think of at the moment.

"Why can't you use the wall behind you?"

"Pointy cleaning tools."

"Ah." Damn.

It was a known fact that Demyx was no longer allowed to clean the castle after the Saïx Bedroom: Ground Zero incident. Too many sharp cleaning accessories had been involved.

Zexion tried to shift back slightly more but found himself inwardly cursing the boxes behind him again. Giving up on his efforts he turned his head to the side to better stare at the very interesting wall to his left, his movement accidentally exposing more of his neck to Demyx. Who promptly whimpered in response.

What the hell!

Zexion turned to stare at Demyx but made no comment. What was up with him today?

He thought silently about the events of the past few months and came to realize that the younger Nobody had been acting rather strangely for quite a while now. He wondered how that could have escaped his keen eye for observing others. Perhaps it had been the fact that he was constantly trying to avoid Demyx whenever he was able to. Or the fact that the chaos that Demyx brought with him blurred out everything else.

Before he could further analyze this realization Zexion was alarmed to see (out of the corner of his eye) that the doorknob on the inside of the closet was turning slowly - as if to torment him- before twisting sharply. The door was thrown open with such a force that it hit the white wall on its right side with an echoing banging sound.

He froze in apprehension before there were several annoying clicking sounds and bright flashes that were probably bound to blind him if he didn't do anything about them. Trying to regain his senses he pushed wildly at Demyx, who hit the wall behind him with an 'oomph!' and shoved his gloved hand in front of the infernal contraption that was making his eyes see only white.

He quickly tried to recover and blinked confusedly at the hysterical laughing that was going on in front of the closet.

"Aw man, Rox. I.. Can't... Stop...!" The person gasped out between laughs.

Zexion froze. He could already start to make out the fire red hair of the man that stood in front of the closet door.

"Will you stop calling me n00b now?" another male voice asked, calm and in a tone that showed that he found nothing funny about the situation in front of him.

"Never." Axel responded and Zexion could see them well enough now that he could make out Axel ruffling Roxas' hair in a fond way. To which he only received a withering glare from the boy beside him.

Demyx was looking around in surprise before spotting Axel and Roxas, "uh… hey guys!"

Well he seemed to have recovered.

Zexion pushed his way out of the horrible closet that he was sure he was going to have nightmares about when this was all over.

He tried to appear calm, but there was an uncharacteristic dangerous glint in his eyes.

Axel didn't appear at all phased by the look he was receiving and smoothly grasped what appeared to be six or seven photos out of Roxas' grip. Apparently the camera had film that developed at once.

"I'm sorry. Don't let us interrupt whatever... ahem… You two were doing."

To his horror Zexion felt a light flush make its way onto his face at the implication. How… How could anyone ever imply that he would do something like that with Demyx? And especially after Axel….!

Beside him Demyx was turning a bright red.

Axel just grinned and stepped backwards into a dark black portal he had created as he was talking. Roxas stared between the camera he had been conned into using, the portal, and Zexion's fuming gaze. He ran into the portal after Axel.

The lilac haired Nobody lunged at the portal but was too late. Oh shit. Axel + blackmail pictures equaled a repeat of the Xemnas pornography incident. Which he really didn't want to think about right now. He twitched and straightened himself up to full height. With more calmness then he thought he possessed at the moment he stomped down the hallway towards his room.

Demyx ran after him, "Wait up Zexy!

"What!" He asked with more force then he had originally intended. Yet another example of how easily Demyx could slip by his usually calm exterior.

Demyx looked taken aback and muttered a muffled, "nothing..."

Zexion was too frustrated to care at the moment as to why the normally loud and annoying boy was acting so timid. He turned down the hallway where his room was located only to crash into an extremely pissed Larxene.

"What a pleasant surprise..."

With a terrified Demyx clinging to his shoulder in a desperate attempt to escape Larxene's wrath Zexion wondered, how had he gotten himself into this?

Knives slid quickly into the Savage Nymph's hands.

Demyx and Zexion both hoped that minimal blood loss would be involved.

--------------------------- A/N: (Sorry for the shortness)

Hakumei: Yeah, nothing much happening in this chapter, sorry! This was just the prologue after all. The next few chapters will be about how Zexion and Demyx met and what led them up to this point. Hope that isn't too confusing, T.T'

Review please! Any flames will be used to roast my marshmallows, but constructive criticism helps!