Demyx POV:
I next saw Zexion the following Thursday, when I went over to his home to baby-sit Ienzo. Yet, everything was normal. I had been hoping that he would have come down from his 'lair' to see me, even just for a moment. But he never. He stayed in his room, not a sound coming from the third floor. No, I'm not obsessed. Not even a little bit. Why would you think it?
Okay, maybe I do have a little crush on Zexion...Okay, It's a big crush.
I eventually stopped looking up at the stairs, deciding to take Ienzo into the kitchen to get him some food. Of course, I had forgotten that there was more than one way downstairs in this house, and thus, came face to face with Zexion in the Kitchen. He raised one eyebrow up at me, looked at Ienzo, then back up at me. He caught eye contact with me for a few seconds, before turning and writing something on a piece of paper, and attaching it to the fridge door. He then left swiftly.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I shifted Ienzo further up my hip, making my way over to the fridge. The note was addressed to me, as my name was written across the top in bold. Although, had I been in my hyper mood, I probably wouldn't have noticed that. Ienzo tugged on a strand of my hair, but I ignored him and read the note.
DEMYX,
When, and only when, you have put Ienzo to bed, I'd like you to meet me in my room. I've found some info that I found in a few Newspaper Articles. Destroy this when read, thanks.
Zexion.
I raised an eyebrow, rolling the note up with one hand and extending one end of the roll to Ienzo, who was still sat on my hip.
"Tug of war?"
"Yeey!" Ienzo grabbed the end of the paper with his little fists, and pulled vigorously. I tugged the other end, and was satisfied with the ripping sound that came from the paper.
"Good boy..." I grinned at him, crumpling my paper with my spare hand. I shifted Ienzo onto my other hip, holding him tightly with my left arm when I kneeled down to pick up the pieces. Ienzo moved forwards, falling out of my arm with a 'bump' onto the floor. I tensed, waiting for the screaming that was sure to come.
But the kid just laughed and clapped his hands. Heheh, he's growing on me a lot, Ienzo is.
I tried to close the door silently, but failed miserably as a loud, earsplitting creak echoed through the seemingly empty house. Ienzo was asleep in his room, and I was just leaving his room. I tiptoed up the stairs quietly, coming to a Halt at the massive door in front of me. I was, quite shocked. I had expected the third floor to be the same as the second floor. Long hallway, various doors on either side, big windows.
But this floor was different. The hallway was about the size of queensize bed, with two doors and no windows. One door had a simple poster on the wall, the other was plain.
I knocked on the door with the poster, frowning when the door to the left opened.
"Zexion? Huh?"
"The poster is a put off. That door is just a exit to my bathroom..." He stated bluntly, stepping back to let me in. I made my way over to the other door, my mouth dropping when I entered the room.
His bedroom was the size, length and width of the first floor. And man, that was friken big, considering the first floor had about six rooms.
Despite the massive room space, Zexions room was sparse.
The walls were black. There was a double bed, with black silk sheets and pillows. The curtains were black, the carpet black. The only thing in the room that was a bright color, were the various different books placed on the bookcase, which was against the back wall. The wardrobe stood to the left of the door, and the wardrobe was a polished black. Ooh, shiny.
Despite the full black color scheme, his room looked highly sophisticated...And It was a room.
Zexion shut the door quietly behind me, and slowly moved over towards his bed. He sat crossed legged on it, looking quite weak.
"When was the last time you ate?" I Asked.
"When you saw me in the kitchen.."
"Before that"
"About two days ago..." He muttered quietly.
"What?!"
"I said-"
"I know damn right what you said. All I can ask Zexion, is why? Why haven't you eaten?" I demanded an answer. People need food to survive. But then again, not everyone has my metabolism.
"Because...I Don't have to explain my reasons to anyone, least of all to you.." He muttered. I seethed, fists clenching.
"You know what? I Think you've been cooped up in here for too many years. You must leave the house for school, and the regular outing. You don't realize when people care about you. You don't understand when people like you in a way that goes past the boundaries of- mrh!" He had gotten up from his desk, and had his hand over my mouth in seconds.
"If you value your life, as well as your voice, shut up now.." He removed his hand, and moved away from me. I noticed that he's been doing that for the past five minutes.
"Why do you edge away from me?" I asked. He looked up darkly, regret, sorrow and confusion in his eyes. This confused me too. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms...
"Perhaps, you should look at the newspaper articles I found. Maybe then you will know..." He nodded towards a stack of newspapers on his bedside table. I made my way over and picked up the top one. I had to stop myself from gasping. It was the same newspapers that I had seen on every shop shelf in my dreams.
Zexions face on the cover, Murderer written in large letters. Details of crimes he'd committed. I looked back over at him...
"That still doesn't explain why you edge away from me. It's not like Your gunna hurt me, right?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow.
"Look at the second from last one..." He muttered. I nodded, pulling it from the bottom of the pile. I almost dropped it in fear, but I forced myself to read it.
It told of how I was his intended next victim, and how I had almost been killed. I racked my brain for any recollection of my dreams, and gasped when I saw one...
"This isn't right...It Says you almost killed me in this...But In my dreams, we willingly killed each other..." I tossed the paper to the side, reading the last one.
Tragic Deaths.
It caught my attention, and I read through the last one, eyes widening slightly as I read through it.
"What?" Zexion asked me, looking at me.
"Did you read the last one?" I asked. He shook his head, and so I threw it to him. I thought about what I had just read. It was an article on the deaths of two people. One was named Zexion Numara, and the other Demyx Nocturne. That couldn't possibly be us. For the obvious reasons.
A) My name is Demyx Bluefin. Zexion is called Zexion Lorendas. And of course, the really obvious one is this:
Me and Zexion are not dead. We are breathing perfectly normally, and people can see us.
"Do you know when this paper was published?" Zexion asked me.
"Nope..."
"December 19th, Nineteen forty nine..."
"That's friken weird...My Birthday is that day, only nineteen ninety three.." I said..."When's your birthday?" I asked.
"December 19th, Nineteen ninety one" He looked at me, confused.
"That's....creepy.."
"Your telling me...." He slammed his fists into a wall.
"Whoa! What up?" I asked, moving closer to him.
"I'm the reincarnation of a murderer..."
"Yeah well, I'm the reincarnation of a person who fell in love, with a murderer....We Can't control these things. Even if they continue into the next life..." I said quietly, hoping to god that he didn't hear the last part. Seems like he did. He turned to look at me.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well...Its Just..Oh I don't know.." I threw my arms up in the air in confusion, and sat on the edge of his bed. "Everything is so confusing..."
"Like what?"
"Well...For Starters, it's this strange pull you have on me. I feel like I need to see you, as if I haven't seen you in years, even though I've only just met you. I've grown to love you in ways that must be shown over years, not three days....Why Do you do this to me? Why is everything so bloody- What are you doing? Ze-mrrh.." I was cut of by a set of warm lips crashing onto my own. Wow....Zexion Was kissing me....Maybe He does like me....
A/N: There you go....Next chappy will be last....
R&R! You gets cookies!