Yay!! The second of the drabble! Woot!

Okay, I tried putting in dividers for the last chapter, but it didn't show up when I uploaded. :( So sorry about that. So I'm gonna put 'oxoxoxoxo' to divide :D

Okay, this chapter will be lighter this time, I swear! And I'll try to keep that promise, because I'm writing this as I go. :3

IternalDeath – Hey cutie! Thanks for my first review. You make me feel all special inside XD

xsynthie – Yeah, Sora was kind of OOC. I made him into a pissy teenager X3 Hopefully I won't do the same to these characters, ..;; (Knowing me, I probably will)

xoxoxoxo

ZexionxDemyx

N is for Knife

Y'know, sometimes I hate Zexion.

Okay, slash that. Sometimes Zexion can just be a fucking asshole.

Said teen sits in front of me, his loose head only held up by his hand. Half of his face is covered by his silver hair, which only makes the guy look emo-er than he already is (though, if I said that out-loud then I wouldn't be able to walk for 2 days. And yes, this comes from experience.) His one eye that isn't covered by his bangs stares at me lazily. Light tapping sounds bounce off the table as he thrums his fingers against the wood, knowing it annoys the hell out of me.

I bite down on the eraser on the end of my pencil. Below me, a white sheet of paper reads: '1. ', waiting for me to fill in the blank. My brain jumps around a little, swirling together ideas that will hopefully find the answer. Since this tactic is obviously not working as well as I hoped, I chewed the eraser harder.

Zexion sighs, moving his hand from his cheek to his forehead. "Come on, Dem. Rendezvous. Spell the freaking word."

"I'm trying!" I whined, my pencil hanging from teeth. There was a small twitch on the corner of Zexion's lips, which translate to a smile for normal people.

Groaning loudly, I turned back down to the paper. Snatching the pencil from my mouth, I scribbled down my attempt. "Here," I murmured, turning the paper around to face him.

Leaning forward a little, Zexion scanned my word quickly. He gave another twitch-smile before saying, "Wrong."

"No it isn't, that's what it sounds like." I protested, tapping the document with my pencil.

"…you just spelled 'rondevo', which isn't even a word…"

"Well then how do you spell it, Mr. I-Know-Everything-Asshole?!" I mimicked, throwing my pencil at his head. And guess what? He caught it. Because he's an asshole.

"First off," he pointed the pencil at me accusingly, "There's a z in rendezvous."

"No there isn't. There's no way there's a z there," I stammered.

"It's an Old French word, don't ask me," Zexion shrugged.

I groaned again, collapsing onto the table. "That's it. I fail English. High school too. And life. Especially life."

"True," Zexion agreed, rubbing his chin in deep thought. I glared up at him. Suddenly he smirked, staring down at me flirtatiously as he said, "But you're one hell of a kisser."

I blushed.

Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that the jerkface is my boyfriend.

"Well, this is giving me an idea," Zexion said, his naughty thoughts still sparkling in his eyes.

"Great, what are you going to do to me now?" I mumbled, my head still leaning against the table. Memories of previous nights flooded through my head. Memories of strip poker, cameras, dares, all of which faulted by the boy in front of me.

"Motivate you," he argued, as if coming from him it had good intentions. I grumbled a protest, which came out in a series of gibberish. "For every word you get right, I'll kiss you."

My head shot up instantly, not able to hide my pleasure in his logic. As quickly as I was excited I glared at him, leaning against my hands. "There's a catch to this, isn't there?"

"Yeah, you can't spell for shit."

"Yes I can. F-O-R S-H-I-T."

"Good boy," Zexion smiled, reaching across the table and kissing my forehead. I pulled back instantly, surprised at his sudden burst of self-confidence. "What, you didn't think I was joking, did you?" he smirked once again.

"I…uhh…"

"Spell 'cat'."

"Are you serious?!" I laughed, rubbing my forehead. Looking up at him again, I could find no sign of sarcasm. "Uhh…c-a-t?"

"Right again." This time he kissed my left cheek, moving himself to a chair closer to me.

This continued for at least an hour, Zexion asking random easy words, me spelling them correctly (because I totally owned 2nd and 3rd grade), and then little-smart me getting kisses on my forehead, cheeks, chin, neck, hair, etc. Despite the nagging voice in my head reminding me of the upcoming spelling test that I'm 87 sure of failing, it felt way to fucking good to make him stop.

"Okay, final word," Zexion breathed, cupping my face in his soft hands. Almost smiling when I groaned, he commanded, "Spell 'sexy'."

Laughing again, I leaned against his hand as I spelled, "Z-e-x-i-o-n."

"Oh, cute," he replied, a tiny bit of pink stroked on his cheeks. "You are such a teacher's pet." Zexion pulled me forward, pushing his lips against mine.

Unfortunately, that Friday I boomed the spelling test. My teacher refuses to believer that I really was studying, it's just my boyfriend distracted me. For five hours. Zexion refuses to take any blame in the subject.

xoxoxoxoxo

Woot, I'm done! Man, I was finding it hard to keep in character. XD If I failed at that miserably, then tell me, please.

R&R people. I forgot to mention that last time, which I regret doing. I need reviews, because I have a low self-esteem!! D: (muhahaha emo-Zexion :3)