Demyx'll regret messing with that damned cake.

Pandemonium Ensues

Chapter 2

My Delusional Lover

(Zemyx, AkuRoku)

Demyx was sitting on the kitchen counter. Zexion's cakes had been eaten about an hour ago, and Demyx had just gotten out of his shower. Seeing no reason to fix his hair or put his cloak or gloves on, he had decided to get another fudge bar - in only a pair of midnight blue boxers, gray t-shirt, and boots (boots because no one walked around in the castle barefoot, there could be something highly infectious on that floor) - before he headed off to bed. He was perfectly content with just sitting there, until Zexion appeared beside him.

Close beside him.

Very close.

Demyx was regretting sitting as close as he could get to the wall.

Zexion gazed at Demyx for a while, then smiled. "You look foolish," he commented.

Demyx blinked. He supposed he did, sitting there with a fudge bar in his mouth while he stared cluelessly at Zexion and let melting chocolate run down his hand. He blinked again, then pulled the popsicle out of his mouth.

Zexion's gaze softened and he reached for Demyx's hand, removing the popsicle as the musician's eyes widened in fright. Smirking, he raised Demyx's hand to his mouth.

And began to lick the melted chocolate off.

A strangled sort of yelp escaped Demyx and he jumped. What the...What the hell is he doing! Demyx, fighting back a whine, tried to pull his hand out of the other man's grasp, only to have Zexion wrap his other hand around his wrist and tighten his grip. "...Come on, Zexy...on. Let go of me already... You're freaking me out..."

Zexion paused and looked at Demyx, removing his tongue from his hand. "But Demyx... There's still chocolate on your hand..." Without waiting for Demyx to say or do anything else, Zexion resumed licking the chocolate off his hand.

Demyx frowned and tried again to pull his hand away. When nothing happened, he pulled harder, only succeeding in toppling off the counter and pulling Zexion with him. He hit the floor, groaning, and sat up. His hand was now free from Zexion's grasp, but the older man had wrapped his arms around his neck when they had fallen.

He paused.

Then kicked Zexion off of him, jumped up, and promptly ran into a portal.

Zexion, who had been kicked into the counter, rubbed his back. He sighed, then grinned. "That boy... Fiesty as always."

- - - - -

Roxas was awakened early in the morning by the odd feeling that someone was watching him. Trying to escape the feeling, he rolled over onto his side and tried to continue his disrupted sleep. Soon, however, he was flipped over onto his back, straddled at the waist, and shaken roughly by the shoulders.

"C'mon, Roxas!" a familar voice spoke. "Wake up, already!"

Roxas groaned and opened his eyes to look straight into a pair of green ones. Bright green eyes with black tattoo's underneath them. He blinked.

Then realized that Axel's face was less than two inches away from his.

His eyes widened. "Axel! What are you doing?"

"Waking you up," Axel answered as if the answer were obvious.

"I meant, what are you doing so close to me?" Roxas asked, trying to flatten himself against his bed. Or sink into the bed. Either one would do find at this point.

Axel grinned sheepishly and straightened up, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, that. Well...eh..." He paused, then looked down at Roxas. "You're pretty cute."

Roxas stared, shocked, up at Axel.

And then completely enveloped himself in darkness and disappeared.

Axel sighed. "Dammit... I was hoping he wouldn't do that. Oh well." He grinned and hopped off of Roxas's bed. "The chase is on!"

- - - - -

Downstairs, Roxas took a seat beside a very disturbed looking Demyx, who was slowly churning a spoon through a virtually untouched bowl of cereal. Across the table from Demyx, Marluxia sat, staring at the both of them. None of them said anything for a while, until Marluxia sighed. "All right, what the hell happened to the two of you?"

Both of them looked at him, then at each other, and then back to him.

"Don't play dumb with me. The two of you are normally the most annoying ones in the castle." He paused. "Except for Axel." He paused again. "Speaking of him, where is the pyro? He's your friend, isn't he Roxas?"

Roxas paled. "Uh...He's...uh...um..."

Demyx pointed to the kitchen doorway. "Right there."

Roxas looked, then paled even more and vanished.

In the doorway, Axel raised one eyebrow. "I come in here for a glass of whiskey to wake me up, and he leaves." He shook his head, opening the fridge and pulling a half-empty bottle of whiskey out. Instead of getting a glass, he raised the bottle to his lips and drank the rest, throwing the bottle at the wall when he finished. "Ah, well... It'll be fun chasing him."

"Why are you chasing him?" Marluxia asked, after seeing that Demyx wouldn't. The musician seemed like he had endured a hellish nightmare and not slept half the night, and therefore didn't seem as if he would talk much.

Axel shrugged. "It's like he's all of a sudden scared of me," he said, scratching his head. "Can't figure out why. All I did was tell him he was cute." He shrugged again, then turned and walked out of the kitchen.

At the table, Marluxia was staring after him. Demyx was staring wide-eyed at his bowl of uneaten cereal, half-grinning. "What the...Demyx, do you have any idea what has come over Axel?"

"The same thing that's come over Zexion," Demyx answered, resuming his churning.

Marluxia looked at him. "Zexion? What's wrong with Zexion?"

Demyx's eyes widened even more and he let go of the spoon, clapping both hands over his mouth and shaking his head before he too disappeared.

Marluxia sighed. Something strange was going on in the castle again. Something that might very well have to do with the fact that Vexen was once again missing potions. He really didn't want to find out what was happening on his own.

But, dammit. He was getting tired of people disappearing on him when he was trying to ask them a question.

He stood, deciding to go and see what was wrong with Zexion.

- - - - -

Roxas, now fully clothed, leaned against his door and sighed. Axel was really beginning to creep him out. Having just ran from the man who was his best friend, it was no surprise that he threw a Keyblade at a shape in a portal when one appeared in the middle of his room. The noise that echoed out from it told it was definetly not Axel. Instead, it was Demyx. His hair was still down and hanging in his face, and he looked as if he hadn't slept at all.

"Demyx, what the hell are you doing in my room?"

Demyx groaned instead of answering, rubbed his arm where the Keyblade had hit him, and collasped on Roxas's bed.

"Demyx!"

"Zexion's in mine," Demyx answered, his voice muffled by the bed.

"So?" Roxas asked. "Don't you normally like to annoy Zexion?"

Demyx moaned.

"Answer the question."

"He's...weird now," Demyx said, sitting up. "Must be something to do with what I did to the cake," he added to himself.

Roxas cocked an eyebrow. "What did you do?"

Demyx blinked. "I...uh..." He paused, then groaned again and flopped back on Roxas's bed. He was in trouble now.

Victims... Everyone is a victim in this. Well, nearly everyone.

First two pairings. Enjoy the weirdness.