Ugh… Sorry!! It took so damn long!! Also, it's not a lemon anymore… My editor doesn't what to read any of that stuff. Sorry to disappoint you if that's what you wanted.

I own no Kingdom Hearts stuffs. It all belongs to Squeenix. Yep.

How Far We've Come.

Chapter 2::..::Assumme::..::

A loud sigh rang through the classroom, and the teacher glared holes into her students head. Zexion tried his best to his keep head up the whole lesson. History wasn't as appealing as having as nice nap.

The night before was very… Different. Once Demyx got off the phone, Zexion decided that he would go home, and sleep. He left Demyx alone with confusion swirling around him like a cotton candy maker, and he decided sleeping was a wonderful idea, also.

Once Zexion got home, he crawled into bed to not sleep the whole night. He kept going to the same scene in his head whenever he closed his eyes. Demyx slamming his lips on to his own, and the tongue that thoroughly explored his agape mouth. Zexion watched Demyx with wide eyes, and he regretted his action. The sickly perverted look on Demyx's face didn't suit him at all. That wasn't all, though. He still couldn't believe what he did to Demyx before he answered his phone. Kiss…? Did I really… Kiss…

"Zexion!! I'm asking you a question!!" Zexion's head jolted up.

"Zexion!?" the teacher screamed again.

"Y-yes…?" Zexion replied quietly.

"What was the religion that felt that cows were very holy?" the teacher asked strictly.

"Uh… Hinduism…?" Zexion answered.

"Well, I'm glad that you were actually listening. Please keep your head up."

"Yes ma'am." he responded.

The rest of the last block was a total daze. Once the last bell rang its beautiful chorus, he gathered his stuff and rushed to the flag pole. Once there, he waited patiently for his best friend.

Crowds of people flooded out of the school, making it difficult for him to see if Demyx coming or not. Then, he heard a high pitched laugh, and immediately knew who it was. The laugh came from one of the many people walking alongside Demyx. When Zexion spotted Demyx and his friends, he quickly left the flag pole to hang out with his 11th grade friends. His only friends.

"Hey guys!!" Zexion shouted to get their attention. Demyx stopped talking to his pink haired friend, and caught Zexion's eyes with his. Zexion suddenly felt a small jolt spring up his spine when their eyes met. Before Zexion could get to Demyx, a tall red headed boy appeared. Axel.

"Yo, bitch." Axel yelled into the others ears. Zexion winced at the yell and tried to ignore him. As Zexion tried to get around the taller, Axel stretched his arm out and stopped the younger completely. Zexion rolled his eyes, and kicked Axel in the groin and kept walking. Axel fell on the ground from the impact and started to whine like a child. The other students just left the red head writhing on the ground. No one helps an asshole.

When Zexion was face to face with Demyx, he smiled a smile that not many have seen. The friend that made the high pitched laugh, that also had strange antennas on her head, pushed Demyx out of the way and proceeded to stare at Zexion directly.

"Whoa… Are you actually smiling?? Like, a grin kind of smile?! That's so rare!! You're usually so grumpy…" she said with a shocked expression. She grabbed the others face, and started to study it. By the time she grabbed each cheek though, the grin was well off his face.

"Aww…" the pink haired one sighed, "You made the very cute and adorable smile that could brighten up an extensively dark room, disappear… Completely…" He sighed again, and walked to his bus. He was to "depressed" to stay any longer.

"Larxene, you ruined everything!! You made poor Zexion lose his very rare smile, and you made Marluxia even more Drama Queen-ish!!" Demyx said aloud to the blonde antennae haired girl. She spun around to face Demyx and gave him a snide look. She then turned around, and quickly jogged to catch up with Marluxia and kissed on the cheek.

"There still together?" Zexion started, "Damn… I would have never guessed…"

"Yeah, well… Marluxia really likes that bitch." Demyx sighed and continued, "The only reason she hangs with us, is so she could hang out with him more."

Zexion looked away for a second, and grew very nervous. "Um… Demyx? Can… Can I come over today…?"

Demyx began to chuckle, and pulled the smaller toward him and embraced him. Zexion was surprised at the others reaction, and didn't try to give the Demyx a hug back. "You asking if you can come over? Dude, even if I said no, you still would." He giggled and let younger go.

"Well… I-I just… After l-last… I mean… Uh… Ugh…" Zexion dropped his head, and sighed. Suddenly, the busses blared all their horns, warning the students that they had two minuets to get to their bus. Demyx panicked, and grasped Zexion's hand, and sprinted to their bus. As they approached their bus, the younger took his back, and stepped back.

"Demyx, we have two minuets to get to our buses, relax, 'kay?" Zexion calmly stated.

"But… But…" he huffed and puffed and tried to catch his breath from the small run. Demyx was very much out of shape. "I… I get nervous when they honk their horns!! I can't help it…"

Zexion rolled his eyes, and walked up the steps or, in other words, the steps to the "Hell-hole". Paper balls already littered the bus floor. The two friends carefully dodged each paper ball that was chucked ever which way, and sat in seat number eleven. The seat that they were forced to sit in. Their area was the victim of crossfire; they got pelted with everything; paper, beads, pens, and other random school objects. Demyx tried to keep his anger at a proper level, although Zexion didn't. He, at one time, stood up and started to scream an array of crude language to the "dicks", only to get threatened with a bag filled to the rim with more paper balls. They, luckily, the "dicks" were suspended later that day.

"Zexion!! I already got hit twice since we sat down!" Demyx whined. Zexion fumed at Demyx's words, and took several deep breaths. He tried to feel composed, and not vicious. The last thing he wanted was to get mad at the assholes, and have the threat actually happen.

"Ugh… Good thing we're the first ones off…" Zexion calmly stated.

"I know…" Demyx started, "It's just really annoying…" Demyx then proceeded to whine throughout the short buss ride.

When the bus stopped at its first location, Demyx got up, and told Zexion that he would see him later, and got off the buss. Zexion waved a goodbye, and waited patiently for the vehicle to reach his house. Once it did, he got off, and ran to his mail box. He opened it, and tears welled in his eyes. 'Someone else got the mail… That means…' Before could finish his thought, his mother opened the door and called out to him. His heart sank to the very bottom of the pit of his stomach. Tears didn't hesitate from falling from his eyes. He turned towards his mother and slowly made his way to her.

After much yelling and beating from his Father and brother due to his horrid grades, he finally sneaked out of his home, and ran to Demyx's house at full speed. Luckily, the bruises where covered by his grey New York sweatshirt, and he could see his friend with no issues, Out of sight, out of mind…. Demyx was too tired to get his ladder, so he decided to go through the front door instead. He knocked on the door bluntly to get the stirring noises inside to stop. When it did, the door flung open to show Demyx's older brothers, Luxord, grinning face. He obviously knew who it was before he got to the door.

"Zexion darling, how are you?" he greeted.

"Um… Okay I guess… Is… Is Demyx busy?" the younger replied.

"Nope! Actually, he's been waiting for you." After he finished speaking, he gave the other a wink and walked into their kitchen. Zexion made his way up the stairs, and opened Demyx's door without knocking.

To his surprise, Demyx was just removing his towel to get his clothes on. A pale butt was the only thing that Zexion saw. The intruder gasped, and closed the door. A deep blush flooded his face and he began to feel really nervous. Suddenly, door flew open to reveal a fully clothed Demyx. Before Zexion could say a word, he was enveloped in the others arms. Unlike before, Zexion wrapped his skinny arms around the blonde's waist. Zexion felt very different from the other times he was forced into a Demyx hug. He felt as if he fit perfectly in his long lanky arms. Demyx squeezed tighter around Zexion, but still remained gentile. Zexion smiled, and did the same. That made the taller gasp silently; this wasn't a normal Zexion thing to do. Demyx giggled softly, and kissed Zexion on the top of his head.

Zexion's eyes snapped open, and he shoved all his strange thoughts away, as did the same to Demyx. Zexion rushed into the others room and sat at the illuminating screen, and began his frantic typing.

Zexion had been through Demyx's hugs and kisses before, but, for some odd reason, things felt different. He felt as if things were meant to be from the start; together.

When Zexion first met Demyx, he was around 4 years old, he bumped into the blonde. Instead of being rude, like a normal six year old, Demyx decided to hug him instead. Demyx did this because his mother (or mommy) told him to be kind to every person you meet. Hugging seemed the right form of kindness he would give this klutzy boy. Zexion was shocked at the embrace that he was given, but didn't think to stop him. After Demyx finished his tight hug, he asked if he could play with Zexion at the park that all that had taken place at. Zexion agreed, and they played for hours. When Zexion told the other that he had to go, Demyx asked him if they could play the next day. And, they did.

Day, after day, after day, they played in the same park for hours on end. They truly enjoyed each others company, and became best friends fast. Once Zexion had to start going to kindergarten, and Demyx had to go to 2nd grade, they only met each other at the park after school, and on weekends. Their schedule was perfect, until Zexion got a new father. After that, Zexion came around less often. Demyx was sad that his friend couldn't come as often and began to worry. On a snowy Saturday morning, the young boy came to the park with bruises on his face and arms. Demyx walked up to his beaten friend, and wrapped his arms gently around him, and kissed him softly on the top of his head.

Demyx never asked where or why he got those bruises. He thought at the time, that he had no right to ask. He never saw Zexion badly hurt like that ever again. A small spot of purple splotched his body at times, but Zexion refused to tell Demyx how they came to be. So, after so many trial and errors with questions, Demyx dropped them all together. That didn't stop his constant worry though.

Now, after so many years of tight "bear hugs", and wet pursed lips on cheek and foreheads, now Zexion grew deep feelings. And out of no where.

"Zexion, are you okay? I didn't mean to anger you…" Zexion cut Demyx off by turning around in his seat and grabbing the other by the collar. Zexion's head was reeling with mixed emotions, and did the only thing that ran through his head constantly; the kiss that they shared the day before.

Without a word, Zexion destroyed the space between them, and gave the blonde a long and meaningful kiss that he hoped would make the other crumble before him. Demyx did the opposite; Demyx grabbed the younger by the shoulders, and pushed back. The blonde found himself on top of Zexion on the floor, and deepening the already wet kiss. There tongues fought in a fierce battle to see who wanted it more. Hands explored chests, and thighs as they locked lips. Demyx decided to be bold, and moved his hand sensually on others behind. Zexion lightly moaned and pulled Demyx closer. Their legs tangled together, and their heart beat came into unison. Zexion's purple hair that covered his right eye just so, was very difficult to maneuver around. The others bangs kept sneaking into their passionate kiss.

After countless minuets of hugging and kissing each other breathless, they stopped and looked into each others eyes, while their chests heaved. Zexion was lost in the others endless blue eyes. The more he observed the blonde, the more he began to notice how flawless he was. Perfect odd mohawked blonde hair, perfect thin soft lips, perfect cheek bones that could make anyone melt… Everything was… Well, perfect. Zexion also noticed something about Demyx now that he was so up close.

"Demyx…" Zexion began, "Have you been eating enough lately?"

Demyx twitched, but forced a smile on his lips. "Well… Yeah. Why?"

"Demyx… You know you've been having weight issues ever since you got into high school."

"No, that's not true! I've been eating fine lately!" Demyx hesitantly replied.

Zexion sighed, and rolled Demyx off of him. Their moment was ruined because of the others sunken cheeks.

Demyx had an eating problem due to the assholes at school. The basterds knew that Demyx was self-conscious about his weight, and they always called him fat, or chubby; even though he was far from it. Demyx took everything personally, and started to make himself throw up after every meal he had. When Zexion started to notice Demyx's vast change in weight, he immediately told the others parents. Demyx was then sent to a hospital so he could be "fixed". After months of recovery, he still couldn't help himself. It was almost an addiction to him. He loved the feeling of fitting in the tightest pair of jeans, and having his ribs jut out of his skin tight shirts. It enthralled him, and made him feel comfortable, but he was slowly killing his body. Zexion worried a great deal about Demyx's eating habits, but Demyx paid no mind to it. Demyx thought what he was doing was "okie dokie".

"Zexion… I know we were talking about… Whatever… But you just… We just…"

Demyx sputtered.

Zexion looked away from Demyx, and his cheeks flushed. Zexion had almost forgotten their little episode. Their bodies entangled together, tongues wrapped in knots, hands memorizing each nook and cranny of the each others body. A wonderful thing; but is it wonderful when two men do this?

"Yeah… Um… That was…" Zexion shook his head, and stared at the other ferociously, and continued, "I guess things are changing. Everyday comes with new surprises. And… Today I kissed you, and I want to do it again, and again… But…" Zexion let his head hang and his shoulders slump. Zexion didn't want to be together with a guy, but his feelings for him were stronger than any sappy romance novel could explain. "But, I just don't think that two guys should ever have a relationship together. It's wrong, very wrong… Besides, what would people say about us…"

Before Zexion could lift his head up, Demyx picked it up for him; and kissed him compassionately. Tongues were hidden in mouths, and only wished to play again, but this kiss was different. It meant care, and understanding. It was the last kiss you see in tear jerking chick flicks. The kiss that finalized everything. Or in Demyx's case, no way am I going to give you up to this stupid world just because they think what we do is wrong.

Demyx let his lips fall from the others, and grabbed Zexion by the arms and forced the other on his bed. Zexion was panicking, and flung his legs about. In one, accidental, swift of his thin legs, Demyx was on the ground holding his crotch and whimpering, much like Axel did earlier that day.

Uh… Oopsie daisy… Zexion thought to himself, while walking to the other and placing a hand on Demyx's head to try to help him feel better.

Demyx suddenly stopped all together, and looked up at the purple haired boy. A child-like look came upon the blondes face, and made the younger blush fiercely. That cute face got Zexion every time. But, not this time, he wasn't going to let something like being pinned onto a bed go.

"Demyx, I'm sorry that I kicked you in the… Balls… But…"

"Zexion…" Demyx intervened, "I'm sorry. I… I don't know what came over me…"

"Demyx, you obviously don't give a shit what people think about… 'Us'…"

"I don't! I love you and I don't find anything wrong with that."

Zexion was stunned. He… Loves me? Love… Zexion's eyes were filled with tears, and he began to shake slightly. "D-Demyx…" Zexion stuttered.

"Yes?"

"I…" Zexion paused a moment and continued, "I'm going home now. Thanks for… Everything. G'bye."

Zexion ran out of the room at full speed as tears streamed down his grimace face. Why did those words make me feel so… Fulfilled? Why… Why did it seem right...? With his last thought, he ran out the door, and left his true sanctuary, to enter his hell.

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