I forgot disclaimers and stuff in the last chapter!! Sorry. I don't own Kingdom Hearts I or II, just thought you should all know that. I haven't forgotten about my other fanfic…I just don't know what to do with it. Anyways. I've already done a lot of this story so it'll be updated on a fairly regular basis. I'll update sooner if I get more reviews, 'cuz reviews are awesome.

Warnings…uhm…the main pairing are two guys…if you don't wanna read that then…I wonder how you go there…O.o I'll put up more warnings as they come (like if there's smut…).

Thanks go out to Zexion-2958, Erinicole12 and to anyone else who read it! Review if you like it, or think it sucks (just make it constructive)

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"Y'know, I think he totally likes you." Axel peers over his music sheets at a sitar playing Demyx.

He looks down briefly, his beautiful playing faltering for a moment, fidgeting with his fingers, plucking uncertainly on the strings, "I...I don't think so Axel. It's not like he's said anything to me that's well...even suggesting that he likes me in that way. Besides," He sends a rare evil glare toward the redhead, "who said I even like him?!"

"Still in denial? Fuck, It's really obvious, man. You stare at him a lot, and the way you talk to him is different from anyone else. Plus you hang out with him all the time. And even if Little Emo doesn't notice, everyone else can. But if you want, I won't tell anyone."

"Ugh. Axel, you are, like, so evil. And...don't call him that. He's not emo."

"Whatever you say, Dem. I'll try not to call your boyfriend that around you since it bothers you s'much."

"Wh-what?! He's not my boyfriend!" stutters Demyx in a vain attempt of acting like that isn't what he wants most in the world.

"So he's not your friend? I'm just saying he's your friend. Who's a boy. A boyfriend."

The two didn't speak for the rest of the class, instead focusing on the work they were actually supposed to be doing, Axel smirked to himself the whole time, thoroughly enjoying teasing his friend.

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Zexion was walking through the crowds in the hallway when Demyx came up from behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, "Zexion! Hey! I came out to search for you!"

"Oh? You came looking for me?" Zexion asks with a fake surprised tone to his voice, a small smile on his lips. He knew the blonde would look for him. He always did.

"Of course, Zexy! Uh! I'm sorry! Zexion!" He looks down at his feet with embarrassment, having called him his least favourite nickname, as they made their way to their next class.

"It's fine, Demyx. I don't mind. Just try and refrain from calling me that around others, okay?" Zexion,. surprisingly, didn't mind his friend calling him that. If he was called that by anyone else, though, he wouldn't answer or would send death glares at them, from his blonde mohawked friend, the nickname seemed to take an endearing tone, where as when uttered from anyone else lips was laced with teasing scorn.

They were in the classroom, Math, Room 114, before the bell, and had some time to talk about the troubles and daily trivial problems of two average high school boys.

"Zexion! I forgot to do my Math homework again!" Demyx flips fretfully to the page they were supposed to have done, under half of them with markings faintly resembling numbers scribbled next to them, barely legible by anyone other than the one who wrote them and Zexion, otherwise know as Demyx's uncompleted homework. "I don't want to get a detention!"

"Here, I'll help you." He is extremely against cheating or copying assignments, so he would , instead, help Demyx with the problems.

Zexion scoots his chair closer to Demyx and scribbles a few numbers down, directing the blonde what to do with them. The class is slowly filling up and Demyx becomes panicked, he hates it when teachers became angry with him or yelled, it makes him feel nervous. And Zexion being so close wasn't exactly helping him focus on what he was supposed to be doing. Somehow though, he was managing to listen and comprehend what the younger boy was saying to him, even though most of his thoughts were about how good Zexion smells, like vanilla. The 'class begins now' bell rang, and Demyx finished it just in time.

"Thankyousomuch!" He sighs a breath of relief and proceeds to copy the notes from the chalkboard. Zexion felt better, he really did hate it when Demyx was unhappy or nervous. It seemed to upset the whole balance of things, he was so used to Demyx being that little ray of sunshine.

The rest of the class went by smoothly.

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"So, Zexy? Wanna hang out with me? We can go to you place or mine…"

It was after school, and everyone else was busy, leaving Zexion and Demyx to find something to do. They were walking down the streets of Twilight Town, discussing what they should do. Demyx was being careful to keep a certain amount of distance, not wanting to get too close to the younger boy, worrying that if he did Zexion would become uncomfortable and want to leave. The blunet though, was wondering why there was always at least two feet in between them and was beginning to think Demyx didn't want to be any closer to him, usually the blonde would hang onto his arm or hold his hand. Zexion noticed that he stopped doing that about a year and a half ago year ago, when they were fourteen. The younger boy missed this affection, but if he had brought it up, Demyx would have no doubt thought that the blue haired young man enjoyed it immensely, even if he did. Zexion still didn't want to bring it up, in fear of the possible tension it could cause between them.

"Hmm...you need to get that math homework done, Demy. Would you like me to help you with it at my place."

"Sure! But...I can only stay 'till suppertime, Kay? Alright! Let's get going then!" Demyx walks closer to Zexion and holds his hand, he felt lonely without the others fingers laced around his own and decided to hope for the best, that Zexion wouldn't mind.

As Zexion felt the blondes fingers grasp his, he could feel the tips of them start to tingle. His chest was pounding and he couldn't figure out what would cause such a thing. It had been so long since Demyx had tried to hold his hand, it wasn't at all expected.

"W-what are you doing?" Zexion pulls away, more out of shock and embarrassment from the way he reacted to the touch then not wanting to hold hands with him.

Demyx immediately takes this as rejection and returns to his two feet distance, "I'm sorry." His eyes had lowered to the ground in front of him, coloured leaves drifting across their path as they made their way to Zexions house.

Zexion sigh and returns to gaze out in front of him, figuring Demy would go back into his high spirited self in a few minutes.

Autumn really is beautiful, Zexion thought to himself, so many colours drifting around oneself. It's peculiar that the leaves are so beautiful when dead, only appreciated fully when their life is over. Why would Demyx try to hold my hand? I think I upset him greatly when I pulled away from him, I didn't mean to though. Well, great job, Zexion. He isn't even talking. Zexion looked over at his friend who's eyes were still on the ground, though now looking glossy. He looks like he's about to cry and it's all your fault.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why did I do that? Now Zexy won't ever want to be alone with me, ever!

"Hey...Demyx?" Zexion puts his hand on his friends shoulder as the blonde starts sniffling.

"Y-yes?" He looks over at him, looking dejected.

"It's fine, okay? Don't worry about it." He moves his hand from the blondes shoulder to Demyx's hand and squeezes it, "I don't mind. I was just a bit surprised. Besides, it makes me warm." Zexion had to remind himself that this was just for Demyx, the older boy was just cold, that's all. And he told the truth. It did make him warm. Really warm.

Demyx's face brightens and he continues to chatter on as usual, all the while holding Zexions hand.