A/N: Back again! Thank you for reading chapter one and I am very glad you liked it. I wont keep you for long, but I hope you R & R this chapter as well! Oh, and if you are wondering how I pictured the penthouse suite, I imagined it like the suite in Pretty Woman...for those of you who have seen it...gotta love the classics...

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, but I do own Leod on Friday nights... -suggestive look-

Leod: -ker wink-

Me: -laughs-

2

Timeliness is Next to Godliness

"You're fifty-four seconds late."

"I'm sorry. I had to wait for the guard to lock up before I could leave."

"You know timeliness is next to godliness."

"...It is?"

"That's what Roxas always says."

"Ah..."

The blue-haired man looked at me for a moment before he stepped back to allow me enough space to pass into the room. Shooting him my most charming smile, I slid past him into the suite. I had only been in the penthouse suite twice, and its grandeur never ceased to astonish me. (A/N: sorry, I have a fetish with big words...)

Looking around, I caught sight of Roxas yelling in hushed tones to someone on the phone. Looking behind me, I saw Blue, as I was now referring to him in my head as I didn't know his name... yet, close the door with a soft click and slip almost unnoticed into an adjoining room. Looking back at Roxas, I saw him catch sight of me and motion at me to sit down.

Sitting on the edge of the nearest sofa, I waited patiently for the blonde to finish his conversation. When Roxas pushed a button on the phone attached to his hip and hung the headset around his neck, I sat up a little straighter on the couch.

Seating himself across from me, Roxas cleared his throat and began.

"Here is what I would like you to do for me. We will be using this hotel as our headquarters for the next three weeks. Mr. Wilson is preparing to open a new building and it's a big deal, so we are stuck here for a bit. I need you to be my eyes and ears at the hotel. Anyone who comes here looking for us, I want you to phone me. Anything delivered must go through you, then me. I need you to oversee anything coming to the suite, as it is of the utmost importance. I am going to give you a cell phone that only I know the number of. It will be used for this work only and the only number programmed into it is mine. You are to call no one else with it and you will return it when the three weeks are up."

"You will be like a slave. You will wear a uniform of sorts that I provide you with and you will be in temporary employment under me. I have already cleared this with your current employer and if you accept, there will be a large reward in it for you."

I stared at Roxas for a moment before I gulped and regained my senses.

"What kind of... rewards... are we talking about?"

"Well, what do you want? Money? Permanent employment? Free CD's?"

"A chance to be heard."

"..."

"I want a chance to see if me and my band has what it takes to make it. I would like Mr. Wilson to listen to a demo tape and just let me know if we have what it takes. Money would be nice too."

"How about this, I take your tape at the end. If you do well, you leave me with your phone number so I can call you back, and I leave you with a check for $20,000. Sound like a deal?"

"And all I have to do is obey your every whim for three weeks."

"That's all."

"Deal."

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"So you're gonna get Twenty-thou AND get us a chance to be heard?!" Axel was practically bouncing in his seat when I had finished my story.

"Yup."

"And all you have to do is slave around for three weeks?"

"That's all."

"Nice man!" Axel jumped up from his seat and glomped me back onto my bed.

"Gerroff Axel!" Axel sat on my hips, looking down at me.

"And to top it all off, you get to watch the gorgeous new guest's son all day? The one you are TOTALLY fawning over?!"

"Yes, now get off me, you're all bony!"

"Damn, some people get all the luck." Getting off of me, Axel strode over to the small fridge in the corner and pulled out two beers.

Tossing one to me, which I barely caught, he popped the top off of his using the edge of the counter and raised it in a toast. Popping off my cap with the bed post, I raised mine in turn and smiled at Axel's accompanying words.

"Here's to money, record deals, and really hot gay guys!"

"Hear, hear!" Taking a swig, I laughed as Axel set his down and flopped backwards over the back of the couch.

"So how much am I going to see of you in the next few weeks?"

"I have no idea. I have to report to the suite again at six am tomorrow morning for my first instructions. Then I guess I take it from there. I think I'm gonna get up at 5:30 so I can bring their orders personally, it will make me look better."

"Yeah, yeah. That's a good idea. Well I'm gonna go to bed 'cause I gotta be up at like seven tomorrow so I can take the morning shift." Axel dropped his beer in the trash and headed to his room.

Smiling, I set my untouched beer on the counter and went back to my room. After changing into pajamas, I curled up in bed and turned out the lights. Tomorrow was going to be a really interesting day and I couldn't wait to get started.

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I was fighting to keep my eyes open when the door was opened by a rather irate Roxas at promptly six am the next morning. Roxas sighed with relief, letting me in and taking the tray in my hands. Blinking my eyes rapidly, I willed them to stay open while trying to pay attention to what Roxas was telling me.

"Here is what I need you to do today." I took out a notepad and paper I had thoughtful stuck in my pocket.

"First I need you to call the New York Times and set up an interview. Set up an interview with Channel 6, and Channel 4, and Channel...actually, just set up a press conference here. That will be easier. Call all the surrounding channels and newspapers and let them know. I need you to take this pile here and have it dry cleaned and pressed. That's all I need from you for now. I will call you and let you know if I need anything else. Oh, and before I forget, when your done with all that, it shouldn't take more then an hour, I need you back here to assist Zexion."

"Uhm, okay. But, who's Zexion?"

"Zexion Wilson. Mr. Wilson's son. Where have you been?"

"Oh, of course. Yeah, I'll be here."

"Good. Here is a list of all the places you need to call. You just need to find their numbers. I need this dry cleaning done by eight at the latest. You can go."

Roxas handed me a list of people to call and gestured vaguely towards the pile of dry cleaning before pushing a few buttons on his hip-phone and start talking to someone. Running my fingers through my hair, a habit of mine, I stuffed the notepad and pen back into my pocket before scooping up the dry cleaning and heading out the door.

Looking back as I closed the door, I saw Blue picking up the cappuccino and sipping it gingerly. Catching sight of me staring, a light blush made its way across my face as one corner of his mouth quirked up in a hesitant smile. Closing the door, I leaned against it and took a deep breath. When I had finally composed myself, I headed down the hallway to the elevators.

At 7:30, I ended up back at the penthouse preparing to knock on the door. As soon as I did, I was greeted by, not Roxas as I had expected, but Blue. Taking the stack of dry cleaning from my arms, he motioned for me to come in. Setting the clothes on an empty chair, he turned to face me.

"Where's Roxas?" I asked that happening to be the first thing out of my mouth. Blue shrugged.

"We haven't been formally introduced." he stated simply.

"No, we haven't. Uhm, I'm Demyx."

"Nice to meet you Dem...yx." He took my proffered hand and squeezed it lightly.

The squeeze went straight to my heart, seeming to make the muscle compress a bit at his touch. Smiling a small smile, I felt my demeanor warm with his as I looked into his eyes.

"And you are...?"

"Oh, how rude of me. I guess I always assume that people know me because of my father. I'm Zexion."

"Zexion." I liked how his name felt on my tongue. Warm and smooth like chocolate rolling around in my mouth. Then the name twinged something in the back of my mind.

"Zexion. Then you must be the one I'm catering to today. Roxas said that for now I am to be your personal assistant. Your wish is my command."

The side of Zexion's mouth quirked up in another one of those half smiles that made my throat constrict. Releasing my hand, he stuck his back in his pocket and stared up at me.

"I suppose so. There really isn't much that I need done right now. I was just about to do some paperwork."

"Paperwork? What are you Blue, fifty?" The comment slipped out before I could stop it. I bit my lip. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"No, it's alright."

"No, it's not. I really am sorry."

"Well I can always leave my paperwork for later. I was also thinking about practicing my guitar, but that would probably bore you. I can think of something else--"

"No, no! Please, play your guitar by all means. I would love to hear you play. I play a little myself."

"Really? That's interesting. Would you play for me?"

"Uhm.. wha? Play for you? Me? Why?"

"I want to hear you play. Please."

Zexion crossed the room to the guitar case leaning in a corner next to the balcony doors. Unzipping the case, he reached in and pulled out an azure Flying V. Gulping, I grasped the offered instrument and held it delicately between my hands. Dropping cross-legged onto the floor, I cradled the guitar in my lap and examined every inch of its polished surface.

"Play me something." Zexion requested quietly.

Taking a deep breath, I re-positioned the guitar and strummed a few chords, warming up my fingers a little. Glancing at the frets, I positioned my fingers and began to play. The smooth chord progression of Time of Your Life stretched within the room. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the music. The words seemed to flow out of me as I lost my grip on reality.

"Another turning point

A fork stuck in the road

Time grabs you by the wrist

Directs you where to go"

I was startled back into the real world by the honk of a car horn outside the hotel. Blushing slightly, I passed the guitar back to Blue and stood, shoving my hands in my pockets. Staring at the ground, I cleared my throat.

"So yeah. That's me playing the guitar. Uhm, so is there anything I can do for you?"

Waiting for an answer that didn't come, I looked up. Zexion was surveying me with a curious gaze, his amethyst eyes boring into me as if trying to figure out the jigsaw that was my existence. Gulping, I looked back down. The floor sure was getting a lot of attention to day.

A/N: so what did you think? I liked the last line, it made me laugh XP. Well please R & R and thank you muchly to my wonderful beta, Phaz. I lover her sooooo much and even tho she didn't get to beta the first chapter (I wanted to post it too bad and I was too excited to wait) she gets to from now on. I LOVE YOU HONEEEEEYYYY!!!! -glomps Phaz- anything you want to add love?

Phaz: Haha, thank you for letting me have the chance to beta this. It means a lot to me. And this is the first time I focus on a Zemyx fic too. It is interesting indeed. Okay, please R&R for our lovely Rika here! See you next time -hugs Rika-

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