Okay, to be honest... this chapter is almost completely pointless. It's there, it has its cute moments, but it's short and kinda dull... please, don't kill me! I offer... chocolates! Yes, I offer chocolates!
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I'm stunned, more new people to thank!
...ShadowAili:
Sorry, things were just kinda... strange. But I'm glad you liked it,
thank you! I try...
...pastels:
yay! My hope was to make a somewhat-decent Zemyx, I'm glad it makes
the cut! Demyx was a tad trickier, he always seemed too forceful or
too sappy, but I used my "rocker" outlook and then voila,
mullet-boy! Teehee, thanks! But, erm, what's KNDSIND?
...Metal
Chocobo: I blame the hormones. Axel might take things
seriously...in the far-distant future. -giggle-
...Ranchdressing:
I knnooooow! She's awesome. And thanks! Hmm... I dunno what would
happen if Axel and Vexen found out... they haven't yet, in all I've
written, but I'll definitely think through that...
...hanakitsunechan7:
Zankyuuz for le review! Zex has to admit eventually... yeah,
Demy's a rough one between the sheets. -Zexion throws daggers-
He'll be fine, I'm sure... teehee.
...Anonymous
Saru: Surprise surprise! I'm glad you're hooked.
...benji's
lover iz a cowfree: Yay! I'm glad you like it... but specially
for you and the others begging for some hard-action yaoi, I will be
posting one in March. T'is one of my goals now!
...ChaosHarbor:
Yay, another new one! Thanks for the review!
...Minna
The Forgotten Memory: Teehee, it is. Except when they start to
understand the lingo... but Demyx is remorseful... and we wuvvles him
anyway.
Thanks, everyone (including those who didn't review but read it anyway...I SEE YOU!)! And now, shall you all suffer through this next part!
Whispered
Melody
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No Self to Recognize
Friday.
Smoke... smoke and antiseptic. And the odd chemical scent that always reminded him of a hospital.
Zexion woke to the warm feeling of another resting near him. He wasn't too sure on what had happened the night before, but as his eyes blinked open, he noticed the dark, common black and red attire belonging to his green-eyed friend, who lay next to him, emerald eyes shut as he snored softly. Zexion couldn't understand why he was on his couch or the reason Axel was next to him, the redhead curled in front of him, legs sufficing as his pillow.
Wait.
Axel was on his couch. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the redhead was on his couch.
Wait a minute!
And someone was knocking on his door! Zexion almost panicked, grabbing his hoodie and tugging it on immediately, fiddling with the zipper as he made his way to the front door. He was still wearing his pants, so maybe nothing had happened. Hopefully, nothing had happened.
He approached the front door calmly, unlocking it and pulling it open, expecting Vexen, maybe Lexaeus--Larxene would be a stretch--but he had to gape at the blond standing in his doorway. Startling... he held a black teddy bear with a dark eye patch in one hand and a black bag in the other.
Romantic much?
Zexion found himself just shutting the door, but Demyx stuck his foot in quickly. "Zexy, look... I'm sorry for what happened, b-but... like, see..." He bit onto his bottom lip, thrusting the two items into his hands. "I like you..."
He found himself instinctively looking over his shoulder at Axel, who merely twitched and mumbled something about "Roxie-poo" being an "empty yellow paint bucket at times" and then stilled. Zexion didn't find it safe to even stand in Demyx's presence with Axel so close in hearing range. Calmly, he stepped outside, shutting the door slowly as he placed a hand to his lips.
"Keep it down," he said sharply. "I don't want Axel waking up in the midst of... this..." Whatever this even was...
Demyx blinked, a slight frown forming. "Zexy... what's going on...?" he asked softly. "Why's Axel on your couch?"
The smaller one merely shrugged. He wasn't even sure why he was having this conversation with Demyx in the first place. They weren't supposed to be friends--he was only supposed to be the ex-date of Demyx's sister, he didn't need this extra pressure from an accidental one-night-stand and an infatuated ex-date's brother. He didn't even want a relationship. Demyx would just be another unnecessary obstacle in his life meant to hold him back.
What he didn't understand was why he remained next to Demyx, allowing this conversation, accepting the oddly-gothic-looking toy and whatever was in the mystery bag, and standing here looking as Demyx nervously held his tongue, unsure whether to talk or not. So he acted instead. Instinctively, maybe.
Grabbing Zexion by the shoulders--gentler, this time, than he had before--he pressed his lips against the paler ones. The kiss was soft and sweet, the taste of strawberry lip gloss reaching Zexion as he found himself in this involuntary kiss. But Demyx was gentle, moving softly, swiftly, tilting his head as Zexion's lips parted gently, and he moved forward, Zexion stepping back until he found himself against his door.
The bump caused Zexion to look away immediately, his wounds paining him immediately. Demyx frowned slightly.
"Zexy...?" he asked.
"No." The wounds ruining the kiss had to remind Zexion of something--that this wasn't real, that he wasn't going to feel real love. He didn't love people; he merely tolerated them to get himself around things. Demyx wasn't going to help him in the long run; if anything, Zexion would hurt the blond more than himself.
Demyx sighed. "Please... let me take you out at least once, okay?"
He shook his head. "You can't. I'm not gay."
"I'm not, either!" Demyx replied with a grin. "I'm bi. There's a difference."
Zexion sighed and merely made his way to the apartment, pushing open the door again. He moved slowly, the bear tucked under one arm as he began to peer into the bag, and he heard Demyx laughing softly in the background.
"Seven-thirty tomorrow night?" he asked softly. "I can come get you."
Zexion sighed and spun around quickly, looking at the hopeful blond in front of him. "I won't be busy."
And with that, he shut the door and promptly locked it, pressing his ear upon the wood. He could hear Demyx let out a small cry of joy and quickly hush himself, and soon footsteps were leaving his room. Once assured he was far enough away from the apartment, Zexion turned around and gasped in shock as he found Axel sitting up and smirking.
"So, who was that, hmm?" the redhead asked smugly.
"Nobody," Zexion answered sternly. He tossed the bear onto the couch next to the redhead as he continued to his room for an appropriate shirt, settling on the one he wore yesterday--hygiene could wait for when his current guest decided to leave. He soon dropped onto his bed, gently for he was still a tad sore, and peered into the bag.
A chocolate bar, a gift certificate to a local bookstore, and a burned CD. Zexion had to blink; that was odd. He pulled out the CD case, examining it for any signs of a label, but frowned slightly when he noticed it was all blank.
"It looks kinda... emo."
Zexion almost jumped again. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but Axel's footsteps were becoming less and less audible as the time passed. He merely shrugged, a tad irritated with Axel waking and the faint scent of burnt items, watching the older one as he waved the pirate-seeming bear in the air. It didn't matter; Zexion, instead, pulled the chocolate bar from the bag. He returned the CD and tugged off the wrapper, sniffing it. It didn't matter how the bear looked, and he was ignoring the fact that he had just agreed to a date, but his stomach felt empty and he wanted to ignore it. "Matches my wardrobe," Zexion muttered about the animal, taking a bite of the bar in his hands.
Rich, deep, dark chocolate...
"So, where'd they come from?" Axel questioned.
Zexion shrugged as he prepared his lie. "Landlady brought them over. Said somebody dropped them off at the office for me," he responded blandly.
Axel let out a low whistle. "Wow... secret admirer, huh?"
He only shrugged again. Lies were easy, giving others the illusion of whatever they wished to believe while he masked himself in an obscure truth. Whatever Axel came to the conclusion of was Axel's assumption, Zexion wasn't going to say anything.
He ended up taking a shower, leaving Axel to roam about. Axel didn't cause trouble, since he had become used to Zexion's items and their "proper" places in his apartment. He also knew to give Zexion his privacy, due to the smaller one's self-conscious nature at his appearance without complete attire, and so chose to stay in the front part of the apartment while Zexion shuffled around in the back. The only compromise to the situation would be if Zexion's life were in danger, and the quieter of the two hadn't figured his friend would worry over him, especially after what had happened the day before.
Oh well. Twenty minutes of silence followed the conclusion of Zexion's shower as he stood in front of his mirror in his boxers, frowning over his shoulder at the red marks on his back. They didn't hurt so much anymore, but the look on his skin bothered him. He didn't like red so much, especially as it glowed brightly on his pale skin.
He had been staring and thinking for twenty minutes, looking at his wound and tasting the chocolate's flavor slowly vanishing from his mouth. It was sweet, the fragrance light and creamy, taste rich and deep, yet somehow playful. Like a snack, nothing too fancy, but still, it tasted nice. Zexion's taste buds had to readjust, for he hadn't tasted anything so sweet in quite a while. He had centered himself around eating healthy on a low budget, and sweets were unnecessary. But so delicious... like those sweet kisses--
A sudden click, and a gust of wind made Zexion involuntarily shiver.
"Zexion, don't drown!"
Axel was standing in the doorway, wearing a sudden suicidal act from him, and he could only sigh. He was typically calm and rational, and none of this seemed rational in the least. It was testing his patience. When the redhead once seemed satisfied that his friend was, indeed, alive, he left quickly; although it annoyed him, Zexion could understand that he needed to get out of the bathroom. Tossing on plain black pants and a dark shirt, he headed to the kitchen to find Axel going through his refrigerator.
"Zex, how come your food's so weird?" he asked, as if he hadn't barged in on Zexion at all.
Zexion blinked. "What are you talking about? It's not weird," he responded, leaning on the counter. He didn't understand what was wrong with his kitchen experiments... at least he thought they tasted nice.
Axel continued to search, opening the freezer. He then cringed. "Low carb spinach-waffles?" His face twisted into a mild look of disgust. "Why the hell would anyone put spinach in a waffle?"
"They don't taste horrible--"
"And where's the syrup? You have nothing with sugar here! And Zex, man, you need sugar..."
He rolled his eyes. "There's ramen in the pantry," he told him. Ramen was normal enough, wasn't it?
Axel strayed towards the pantry and scoffed in slight disappointment. "Oh jeez, Zex, the instant stuff?" He settled for it anyway, preparing two cups for the microwave as Zexion headed to the living room. Glancing at a clock, he realized it was barely after eight. He still had almost two hours to burn before his class started, and it bothered him to think he'd be eating ramen for breakfast and talking to Axel about his 'secret admirer' the entire time.
Before Axel came into his life, Zexion was used to being the 'shy', quiet, unemotional kid in the back row. He was used to his weekends alone, no lunches with 'friends' and no random dates; but Axel decided to call him a friend, drag him out for sunlight ever once in a while, and hopefully hook him up every month or so. Three double-dates later and Axel successfully managed to turn Zexion's life completely upside down. Completely unintentionally, too.
Zexion couldn't decide whether to throw him out or thank him. He decided to do neither and sulk quietly.
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There, random stuff. I hope you guys like it, or aren't completely out of love with the fic. I promise, better shtuff is to come!
:Darkness Princess.
