Hey! Another day, another chapt. I'm worn out already, and it's only day four!

The Anti-Zemyx Day Four

Title: When We Meet

Genre: Friendship

Rating: K

Summary: Dem-Dems and Sexy Zexy meet each other over a decade ago.

A/N: No, I wasn't in my right mind when I wrote this. Sorry it's so short. But! Enjoy anyways, darlin's!

Shoutout: WeDidItForTheDead! You always review, and it gives me such a warm, fuzzy feeling! Here's a public thank you! :D

Demyx knew it was a dream as soon as he recognized the park he and his childhood friends were playing at, more than ten years ago. He had been playing in the sandbox by himself, with Axel and Saïx climbing on the swing sets, Larxene flirting with another blond boy, Marluxia reading a book on the benches (his legs were too short to touch the ground, and were swinging in midair), and Axel's brother Reno with his group of friends eating ice-cream, when a trio of bullies approached him.

"Hey. You. Dem-Dems." The voice was commanding and rude. Child Demyx had looked up innocently and smiled up at the three.

"Hello," he said politely. His godmother, with whom he lived, always taught him to be courteous, even if he didn't like them (that is, until she was busy making another dress for the proms and balls girls kept going to). The frontmost bully sneered at him.

"Don't 'hello' me like we're friends. Got any change?"

"No..." The beanie-wearing boy smirked, clearly disbelieving.

"Rai. Shake 'em up," he commanded, as the girl with lilac hair stood to his side. Demyx closed his eyes tightly for the inevitable pain, but opened them timidly when nothing hit him.

A boy with slate-coloured short hair was standing in front of him, arms spread out and an assertive stance defining his posture. He was short, maybe Demyx's size, but was clearly a little older.

"What are you doing, punk?" drawled the beanie-wearing boy, crossing his arms over his chest, hiding the slightly opened buttons on the top of his shirt and vest. The boy in front of Demyx glared at the bully and did not back down.

"I'm protecting him from you bullies. Stay away. He did nothing to you."

"And that's exactly why Rai was gonna shake 'im up. He didn't give us his money and he didn't take his hit. You want it instead?" His fist tightened. The strange boy stepped closer to the bully and stood on his tiptoes to get within macro-range of his face, almost close enough to feel the other's breath on his face.

"Pick on summon your own size, punk," he said calmly, though there was suppressed anger clear behind that facade. The bully tightened his already closed fist and glared at the smaller boy, before shrugging and motioning to his friends.

"You got lucky today, Dem-Dems!" he called out, before murmuring, "Let's go," to his cronies and leaving the park, leaving the blond still sitting in the sand, stunned, and the boy with his arms outspread.

After the slate-haired boy was sure they were gone, he lowered his white-sleeved arms and turned around and offering the boy a hand.

"Can you stand? Your legs look like they've fallen 'sleep." Demyx blushed slightly, just a hint of red, easily mistaken for a sunburn, and took the hand, tugging slightly to pull himself up.

He was taller than the polite boy, but only just. He looked into the aquamarine eyes shyly as he began stuttering out a thank-you, when the boy peered closer up to his face, then frowned slightly.

"Oh. I thought you were Ven... your hair looks the same, you know." The boy shrugged, his aura slightly colder than before. Demyx felt slightly guilty for (albeit accidentally) misleading the boy. Right then and there, he decided to cut his hair into something distinctive that no-one would ever mistake for someone else. Maybe a fashion-hybrid! Yeah! Like... spikes and a ponytail! (Wait, that's no good, that's what Reno's got...) How about...

But then Demyx remembered that the strange boy with the strange hair (It's so beautiful. Is it soft, too?) was still standing there, and all of his shyness and embarrassment returned.

"Um. Thank you... for making those meanies go away..." he said lamely, twisting the hem of his green shirt nervously between his sandy fingers. The boy glanced at him again, his expression unreadable.

"You're welcome. They shouldn't bully people, especially for munny." He shrugged again, lowered his head, and walked off, towards Marluxia and his stack of books on the bench. Demyx stared stupidly before his mouth opened again.

"W-wait! What's your name? I'm Demyx!"

The boy didn't even look around as he tossed him back his name.

"Zexion. Zexion Ienzo Evenson."

Demyx's eyelashes fluttered open as he sighed at the memory, groaning and turning over in his bed as morning's first light filtered through his curtains and stung his eyes.

I've got to get some black curtains... his mental voice mumbled in his brain, as he burrowed deeper into his blankets, smiling lightly at how pretty he had thought Zexion had been back then, and still now: a frozen lead rose, with plenty of blunt thorns.

He grinned and went back to sleep, hoping that another memory of the two would replay in his mind, when suddenly his door burst open, slamming into the wall, and a sudden, very cold sensation crashed over the blond as his covers were wrest from his grip and body and flung onto the floor.

"Wha? Wuzgoinon?" Demyx asked in his confusion, and focused his eyes on the quickly moving slate-haired man in front of him, and gasped.

"Zexion! You came to visit me! You never do that!" He smiled widely and reached his arms out to hug the man, when Zexion's withering stare caught him.

"It's four til six. Your train leaves at six-fifteen. Remember? That morning gig you were going to play at Ninth Heaven?"

Demyx's eyes and mouth opened.

Oh, shoot!

"Thanks, Zex!" he called out as he dashed downstairs to grab some breakfast before he changed. Zexion rolled his eyes and closed the door, and Demyx smiled ruefully.

So much for that hug...

A/N: eheh... heh... heh. ^^; ANYWAY so how'd you like it? For those of you who caught the reference, yes that was based off of Tifa's bar's name, but it's Demy! so I tweaked it a bit.

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