Oh god I'm back. I'm disappointed in myself oh so much because not two days ago I was deciding that I was pretty much just going to stop writing fanfiction stuff, and stick to working on my actual book instead. You can go check out my characters and stuff on my DA page (shameless self promotion). So uh, where have I been? San Francisco. No seriously, the first week of summer vacation, I went with my bff's family there. XD then not two days after I got back, I got grounded for a C in my Engrish class (For being too 'sarcastic' in a bleedy essay!!! ADLKFJHSDLKJFHSDKLJFHDL DAMN YOU PERRIN). T_T Anyway, on with the story.

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"I do not Tivo Oprah! That's so Reno!" Demyx snapped, propping his feet on Zexion's oh so fancy glass coffee table, and turning on the television.

Oh would you look at that, it was Oprah! She was discussing a book with everyone that she had chosen for the book club, and not surprisingly, it was Zexion's newest addition to the literary world. It was titled the Death Toll, and was about a butler and his master solving crimes about local murders that were happening around the country, which was London. The twist: The butler's master was the killer!

"And so, you should definitely pick up a copy of this, it's available in any book stores such as Barnes and Noble or Borders at a great price!" She said, picking up the book which was standing up on her end table and showing it off. "And what's better is that we'll actually be having the author himself stopping by on the show tomorrow!" She said, and in the next second a picture of Zexion (Before the little hair incident) showed up on the screen.

The picture made the crowd giggle a little, because of what was happening in the photograph. He, Zexion, was at a book signing, and was doodling on a piece of paper because it was before the store had opened. On his lap was Downey, of course, and he himself was doodling, but on a different piece of paper. Even Demyx giggled at it, because Zexion looked so focused on the drawing.

"And of course, we'll be sure to ask him who that cute little boy is!" She said, and everyone was indeed cooing over the grinning Downey.

It was then that the actual Downey walked in, and glanced at the television. "Oh hey! I'm on TV!" He grinned, and bounced over to the couch. "So are you, Zee! Are we both goin' on Pope-rah's show tomorrow?" He asked. Zexion thought for a moment. "No, I don't think so. She didn't invite you so—" Downey looked so sad, and Demyx hated it. "Oh hey I'm sure she would love if you did! I mean, she probably didn't say anything about you not being allowed to bring him, did she?" He said, questioning Zexion.

Said author sighed. "No, I suppose not. Alright, You can go," He said, smiling at Downey, who cheered. "Yippee!" He yelled, jumping off the couch and running down the hall. "I'm gonna go tell Xiggy!" He announced.

"I don't think he's here…" Zexion said after him, but only Demyx heard it. "Yea, I think he's been gone since you broke up with him," the latter said, returning his face to the television screen.

Zexion looked startled. "I broke up with Xigbar?" He asked, grabbing Demyx's hand and inspecting the ring finger. "What the hell…?" He mumbled. Demyx grimaced. "You don't remember?" He asked.

"Remember what?"

"Last night, I told you that he was cheating on you and then you told me that Axel—"

"No, I don't remember! He wasn't cheating on me, you stupid bastard! He and I had had a discussion about the situation and I let him go to someone else temporarily! You stupid imbecile!" Zexion screamed. "God, I knew you were and idiot, now I have to go explain things to him!" He continued to yell, getting up and storming off to his room to retrieve his phone.

Demyx just sat there, a huge frown on his face. "I'm not stupid…" He muttered sadly, getting up and slowly walking out of the apartment dejectedly.

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When he reached his shared room, he was indeed surprised to find Xigbar there, napping. Zexion sighed and rubbed the back of his neck and sat on the bed, his back resting against the head board.

About ten seconds later, the lump that was Xigbar spoke. "Thought you were mad at me…" He groaned, seeing as he was still, you know, still half asleep.

"I was drunk, and that stupid imbecile screwed things up… I'm sorry," Zexion said, closing his eyes and frowning.

"So…What's that mean then?" Xigbar asked, rolling over so that he was on his back and his head was on top of Zexion's crotch.

"You're the best damn pillow despite the fact that you're boner is poking the back of my head," Xigbar laughed, making Zexion blush.

"Oh shut up! It just wants to say hi!" Zexion demanded, laughing as well.(1)

It was then that Xigbar somehow managed to get Zexion under him, with a lustful expression on his face. Zexion purred seductively, but frowned in confusion when Xigbar left his position and sat on the end of the bed, sighing.

"W-what's wrong?" Zexion asked, crawling towards him.

"Look, kid. I don't know how much longer I can put up with this…"

Zexion's confusion refused to leave. "Put up with what? Am I doing something that you don't like, or—"

"No, not that. That," Xigbar gestured towards Demyx's body. "I can't be around you without thinking that you're someone totally different. I can't do that, man! I'll hang around for another couple weeks or so, and if this isn't fixed by then… then I'm out of here for good," He explained.

Zexion was crushed. Well, no. He was more than crushed. He was beyond devastated. He just wanted to break down sobbing right then and there, but he refused to let himself do so. I mean, he and Xigbar—they had been through so much!

Zexion practically owed him his life! Xigbar had taken him off the streets and, and… Well it'd be better to explain if we just went into flashback mode.

x-X-xFlashback x-X-x

"So hey man, sorry about the whole 'I just totally blew you up with firecrackers' thing. Can I make it up to you?" The estranged male asked. Zexion, whose head had a bandage wrapped around it, nodded after a few moments of staring. "Alright, cool. So how about we like… I don't know, skip getting drunk at a bar and go straight to the sex?" He asked. Zexion just stared at him. "What?" He asked his voice scratchy from not talking in a long time. "I suggested we go have sex… like after you get out of the hospital or something…" The man grinned. "I don't even know your name, and you're suggesting that we go have sexual intercourse??" Zexion asked, somewhat horrified.

The man's expression turned into that of concentration for a second. "Yep! When do you get out, like, tomorrow?"

"But I don't even know your—"

" M' name's Xigbar Rodriguez Jones!" Zexion seemed satisfied with that. "Alright. I am Zexion Lucifer Callahan, aged eighteen. How old are you??" Zexion asked, examining Xigbar thoroughly. "I'm thirty-two, why?"

"Thirty-two?? You most certainly don't act thirty-two!" Zexion snapped. Xigbar frowned. "So?" he asked. "So are you up to the sex or not? Because if not then I can just take you to dinner or—" He was interrupted by Zexion's sigh. "Yes, fine, I suppose." He said, exasperated. "Alright, cool!" Xigbar loudly said, grinning. He jumped off the bed, for he had been almost completely on top of Zexion, and ran out of the room. "See ya tomorrow!" He yelled.

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Xigbar sat with his back against the headboard of his bed, his arms behind his head. He was wearing nothing but his undies, and his eyes were closed, a huge smile on his face.

Zexion lay next to him, curled under the bed's sheets, asleep. "Ah, man! That was mind-blowing!" Xigbar said to himself. "Even the third time around!" He slid off the bed, and went to go make himself a sandwich and watch TV.

By the time Zexion had woken up, the sun was setting. He found his way to the living room, where he found Xigbar munching on another sandwich and still watching Oprah. Xigbar greeted him when Zexion plopped down on the couch next to him, both in nothing but their underwear. "So I suppose you want me to take you home?" Xigbar asked.

"…If you want to get rid of me, sure." Zexion replied, putting his feet on the couch and resting his head on his knees. "Well alright," Xigbar shrugged and stood up, walking over and grabbing his car keys. While Zexion was in the hospital, Xigbar was glad to get his truck back from the shop.

When Xigbar dropped Zexion off at his apartment, which was in the real shady part of town, he was faced with a notice nailed to his door. It explained that he had been evicted, and if he did not pick up his furniture by a certain date then it would be donated. That certain date was two days ago. So now he had nothing. God, his life sucked.

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Two weeks later, Xigbar was driving back from Ace, the helpful place, when he spotted Zexion walking all by his lonesome down the street. He pulled over, and made Zexion get in. "Man, what happened to you?" He asked him, looking at Zexion's dirty face. Zexion looked at him and scowled. "It turns out that I had been evicted three weeks ago," He told the elder. "Why the hell didn't you call me?" Xigbar asked. "I don't have a phone. All my furniture, everything I owned, is gone. The bastards all donated it or stole it," Zexion explained, putting a hand over his eyes and sighing.

"So you're living with me now, then," Xigbar said. "What? No, I don't want to be a burden—"

"Shut up. To make you feel better, how about I kick you out when you get a job and find a new place?"

"…Alright."

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Two years later, the two were still living together. Zexion had just published his first book, and it was a huge success. Xigbar and him were together now, officially. It had started about two months after Zexion started living with him, and they were just content with each other.

Zexion was totally surprised about Xigbar, really. He turned out to be totally different than he thought he would be. Xigbar made sure to include him in everything and now Zexion had several estranged friends including one Xaldin, who liked to write as well.

One time at the mall, Zexion caught Xigbar buying jewelry. Xigbar ended up buying a necklace 'for his mother' but later that night he went back to the mall and got the damn ring he was aiming on getting in the first place.

So then they were engaged. Soon after the release of his next book, the two moved into the flat they now live in today.

Three years later, Zexion's parents kicked Downey, then five, out. He and Xigbar had to go pick the boy up, and he started living with them from then on.

Nothing else really eventful happened until the crash, another three years later. Yup.

x-X-x End Flashback x-X-x

Zexion sighed. "A-alright," He said, miserably. "I'll… I'll go talk to Demyx and try to see if we can find a way to fix this." He told Xigbar, and then he got up and walked to the living room, only to find Demyx gone. He walked into Downey's room. "Hey, you haven't seen Demyx have you?" He asked him.

Downey shook his head, and continued playing with his toys. Zexion then called Axel, who laughed. "No, that wimpy little puss probably went to go emo himself out somewhere! Stupid pansy," He had said.

Unfortunately for Zexion, they lived in New York City. Demyx could be anywhere. Fuck.

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