H'okai... so I'm gonna try and post more... considering how I have to get in around 12 more chapters in 7 weeks. Know what that means? Two chapters a week! Three this week cuz I R N33nj4 S3np4i! And I should finish by graduation, then focus directly on cosplay and convention! ...right now, it's my side-plotting. Teehee. Well...
There are tiny bugs attacking me tonight. They keep biting in weird places... like behind my ear. How they got past my hair, I shall never know...
Anyhoo...
...Mina
The Forgotten Memory: I want the marshmallow-less version... not
quite into tasting metal... or sharpies, BLEGH. Buuuut...
yeah, Lit's a smell. I didn't really know it until I realized all my
books have that same smell. It's so disturbing. And, ja, the panties
were to add the extra touch. For Demyx. Teehee, silly wizards! And
63.9? What happened to the other 23.1 percent? Am glad you enjoy, am
enjoying your reviews. Here, have a cookie! -hands cookie- Thankies!
...Shattered
Sanctuary: Am glad you like, thankies for reviewing! Yeah, about
the crossdressing... it really wasn't necessary. At all. Whatsoever.
And you're so sweet, thanks! Just remember, practice makes perfect!
And when all else fails, read old books. Except Charles Dickens, cuz
he's old, lame, and weird as the 700 Club. Hearts!
...ShadowAili:
YGOTAS is on Youtube. I command you to watch. Or I'll write you a
third fic! -waves fist demandingly... and is gonna write the fics
anyway- Teehee. Am glad you enjoy seeing Zexion go through gender
issues. I just thought it was funny... and I know I'd laugh at him
too. Then take pictures... then possibly moles--ahem. I mean. ...I
want to see these pictures of yours! -goes to stalk your lj, while
sticking Aili stamps on Zexy's forehead-
...Metal
Chocobo: Yeah... I know, I love to torture him. And
unfortunately, no... loadsa stuff don't come out for a while... cuz
I'm just so mean like that, I shall stray from the plot! Aaaaand
torture him some more! -maniacal laughter-
...sesshoumaruhasaffluffytail:
Zexion wishes for me too tell you that he wants his pants back. And
happy Easter! Or... Christmas? I still don't know! -just wants a
bunny-
...Evil
Genius of the COCA: I'm curious to know what COCA stands for. Am
glad you found, applaude you for the three reviews, and yeah,
was being a serious pain. I dunno... Eep, not the Light Sabers!
"Run,
Run Away!" -Demyx.
...blackkeyblade:
Zankyuu. And jesh, skirt! I love guys in skirts, it's just too cute.
...Silva-trees:
Juu ish pimp. Teehee, me too! -steals a cookie- Ja, it's always the
quiet ones who do the crazy things. I swear... Am glad you love the
huggles, DemDem just seems so sweet. And clingy... it seemed fitting.
And yeah... the almighty mystery... and even I do not know who
poisoned him! -never thought through the plot- Glad you loved the
mentioned AkuRoku. I lurvles them, it's so Canon. And ja... leave
Zexy with DemDem, or it's "Dance Water Dance" on your
heart's way to the kingdom!
...Roxanne:
I just love your name, btw. Reminds me of Moulin Rouge. Teehee. And
ja... I don't think Zexy works well in panties. And Reno equals
brick. Brick!
Thankies
to all reviewers!
Shout
out to all mah fans, luv y'all!
And
remember... erm...
Ja.
Whispered
Melody
.xii.
Now
I Really Have Nothing to Lose
Alcohol. Lavender, smoke, pollution, fabric spray, ocean, and alcohol.
The things Zexion did for the music. Or love, whatever. The pants were a nice change, his thin legs covered, thankfully, but the panties still bothered him. Demyx liked them, and so he wore them, hidden underneath the big pants so the others wouldn't see. After an eventful lunch at the mall, where a man and his friend asked for Zexion's phone number and Demyx had to step in over-protectively, they had headed to Reno's for Zexion's pants, and somehow, they just didn't leave.
Naminé sat quietly on the couch as Reno's friend Rude stared at her behind dark sunglasses. Zexion found himself protectively sitting next to the smaller blonde, an odd need to protect her coming over him as he watched the man. Dark skin, bald, sunglasses; the suit, though, was a tad much, but he didn't seem to mind as he sat quietly. He looked as if he were a hitman of sorts, possibly a gangster, maybe even a butler--but what would a butler be doing in such a small apartment?
Reno finally walked out of the back room, dragging Roxas behind him with a hand firmly clamped on his shoulder. A beer was held in one hand, and he tossed it to Rude--who caught it with ease--as he shoved the small blond onto a chair. "No freaky deeky with my cousin 'til you're out of high school, got it?"
Something was pounding in the background.
Roxas moved to sit up, and Reno shoved him back down. "We didn't do anything, and you can't make me stay here!"
Zexion looked at Naminé, who was staring towards the hallway in a confused manner. He glanced back to the redhead who found himself laughing, shoving Roxas back onto the couch next to Rude. "Dude... just chill. You'll get lost in Midgar, and I don't want you gettin' killed or anything like that. Kay, pretty-boy?"
Roxas glared and tried to bite him when he attempted to pet his head.
"Feisty puppy. No wonder Axel's so keen on keeping you..."
More pounding, and Zexion looked up with a slight frown. "Reno, what's that noise?" he asked.
Reno looked up with a grin, then slid onto the couch next to him. "Hey, now... don't worry, he'll stop... soon... just getting out his lusty frustrations." He laughed and leaned back in the chair. "He's probably humping the door... maybe even Demyx."
Zexion was surprised at himself when a vein twitched on his temple. Thankfully, it was masked by his hair, and he stared plainly over at the door. Demyx had gone to the bathroom, after his "gotta go, gotta run now" with a squeal dance, and then Axel and Roxas disappeared until the blond was dragged away. Zexion gathered that the bathroom was adjacent to the room Axel had been locked in, but now slightly worried for the safety of his... boyfriend? "Reno... and why would Demyx be caught with an uncommonly aroused Axel?"
Roxas sighed. "Axel's not uncommonly aroused!" he said quickly, sitting up. "We were only kissin'..."
"And his hand was in your shirt... why?" Reno asked with a smug smirk.
Roxas rose. "Shut up! It wasn't in my shirt!" He tried to defend himself, but the blush forming on his cheeks said otherwise. Naminé giggled behind a hand and Roxas glared away, turning towards the door.
A muffled voice began to speak in a higher-pitched whimper, and Zexion was sure Demyx was pleading for his life to be saved. He decided to step in, and calmly looked over at Reno with a slight frown. "Open the door," he demanded calmly.
Reno blinked, then sighed. "Man... you guys need to lighten up. Always ruining my fun..." Sighing, he moved to the door and released the two men.
Demyx immediately ran over to Zexion, holding his arm in a pained grip as he whimpered slightly. Dropping onto the couch next to the smaller one, he held up his arm and whined. "Zexy, Axel bites!" he complained. "Lookie!"
Zexion pat his arm gently. "You didn't know?" Blinking, he stared at the teeth marks, then rolled his eyes and looked up at Axel.
Axel shrugged. "Blame Reno."
The taller redhead glared at his cousin, and soon marched into his kitchen, returning with a few beers. "You guys drink?" he asked. When the only person who took a bottle was Axel, Reno dropped next to Rude and sighed. "You guys should try it... you're all so uptight..." More silence. Demyx was now leaning on Zexion, and the smaller one ignored him. Axel was chugging his drink desperately, avoiding the insecure look his boyfriend was giving him. Rude started a second bottle.
"Naminé, sweetheart, you drink?" Reno asked.
Surprisingly, she nodded. Shoving Demyx's head from his shoulder, Zexion turned to look at his smaller friend, eyes widened in slight surprise. She merely smiled pleasantly to the boys. "I don't drink often, but Cloud doesn't like to drink alone."
Reno grinned and handed her a drink. "Here you are, little lady," he said with a smile. She carefully took a sip, her finger held daintily in the air. He soon leaned back and grinned. "Drinking party!"
"But we need a purpose for that. Hey, let's play a game..." Axel said. "Ooh, let's play Truth or Booze."
"Truth or..." Roxas began to ask in confusion.
"It's a drinking game. Like truth or dare, only you drink if you don't answer," Reno replied with a grin, tossing a bottle to Roxas. The little one stared at the drink as if it were a foreign substance, and Reno laughed again. "Just answer truths and you won't have to take a sip, little man..."
Demyx grinned and bounced up. "I wanna play!" he said childishly, taking his beer from Reno.
Zexion stared at the group, then promptly looked away and reached out an open palm. He wasn't sure why he was condoning to such a game, or even participating, but he didn't plan on being the only one sober. He disliked drunks...
"You ever had liquor before?" Demyx asked Zexion softly.
"Once," Zexion replied. "I try to stay away from these things... after the... incident."
"Hey, Zex, what incident?" Reno asked curiously.
Zexion downed his bottle in a few gulps, and the group cheered. And soon, the game had begun, personal questions jumping between the parties, some so personal confessions were made. Forty-something beers later (Why Reno had so many in the apartment, nobody could figure out) Roxas admitted to having had a wet dream the night before, and Reno admitted to attempting to perform oral sex on himself--he passed out a minute later--and Rude admitted to being bisexual and having had a crush on the unconscious redhead for well over a year. Naminé hadn't been asked many questions, but those which had gone to her, she answered truthfully, and ended up only drinking one. Demyx had taken two and merely found himself giggling a bit more than average. Zexion admitted to still wearing the underwear, but after the roar of laughter which had followed, he drank himself under the table.
He wasn't even sure why he had done so, but in his choice to avoid all questions, he drank. Zexion wasn't a heavy drinker, nor did he drink much, but by the time the third bottle was pressed in his hand, he wasn't focusing much anymore. He had a low tolerance for such substances, especially for someone of his size, and by the time he reached his fourth, he was on the verge of passing out. His fifth left rather disgusting marks on Demyx's clothing.
.vi...ix.
Sunday.
Alcohol. Smoke... waste?
Zexion couldn't help but groan as he rolled onto his side, the odd urge to puke washing over him as he lifted his head. He felt queasy and slightly dizzy, an uncomfortable feeling falling over him as he tried to move. Just how much had he had to drink? He stumbled onto his feet and promptly tripped over another body, dropping onto the ground with a loud thud. Roxas grumbled something and cringed.
"Watch it..." he muttered.
Zexion frowned as he stood, wondering why Roxas was curled so close to him. After a few seconds, he realized where he was--in the back room at Reno's. The owner of the bed was sleeping on the mattress, curled up next to the wall, and Roxas had probably rolled off, for the bed seemed large enough for three. He wasn't sure why he was still there, or how he had gotten to the bed, but he had no intention on sitting there and finding out. Forcing himself to his feet, he began to walk towards the doorway.
He had to make a detour from heading to find Demyx and Axel when he felt something moving within him and hurried to the bathroom, heaving his stomach into the toilet. Footsteps shuffled in behind him and soon two gentle hands were moving to hold his hair from his face. He heard Demyx calling softly, "So, one's up, Axel!" There was a soft sigh. "Don't worry, Zexy. Sucks, don't it? You're gonna be hung over for a while, you had a lot..."
Zexion finally pulled away, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to ignore the nasty taste in his mouth. "Drank too much," he muttered, reaching a hand to the lever.
"Sure did," Demyx answered him, helping him to stand. As he shifted to the sink to rinse the leftover flavor from his mouth, the blond proceeded in telling him some of his more embarrassing moments of the night. "Man, you were gone... y'know, you tried to hump me."
He almost choked, looking up as he splashed himself in the face. Coughing it out, he blinked up. "I... did what?"
Demyx smirked. "I know, I'm irresistible." When Zexion didn't even crack a smile, his look faltered. "It wasn't much, really. You just climbed on me, then you kissed me and when I pushed you back, you left me a nice present on my shirt."
Zexion glanced down to notice that Demyx's shirt wasn't the same from earlier. He frowned slightly. "Sorry..." he mumbled.
"That's perfectly alright," Demyx replied. "It's better if you didn't keep it in your system anyway. Zexy, you can't drink so much! You're so small!"
"I am not small," Zexion hissed tiredly. It was a lot harder to keep an attitude, or even hide one, while with a hangover. He groaned and sunk to the floor.
Demyx merely smiled brightly, and Zexion wanted to stab him. "Are so!" he argued. "See, Zex, even Roxas is taller than you, and he's still in elementary school." Leaning forward, he hooked an arm underneath Zexion's knees, wrapping his other around his waist, and hoisted him in the air. "And you're light. But you're still hot, don't worry." Zexion smacked him anyway, then proceeded to use him as a pillow as he was carried into the living room.
Axel seemed to be handling his headache in a more dignified manner, sitting up on the couch watching the news while sipping on tea. He waved a hand when Demyx emerged. "Heya... so how's sleeping beauty?"
"Shut up, Axel," Zexion murmured. He wasn't even sure who Axel was referring to, but he didn't care.
Demyx bit back a chuckle as he placed him on the couch. "Zexy accidentally woke Roxas, but he went back to sleep," he informed the redhead, dropping to sit between the two. Zexion found himself leaning on the blond, curling next to him as he closed his eyes and tried to stop the floor from spinning.
Axel spun as he sat still and looked at him lazily. "Man, Zex... you look so out of it... you alive, over there?"
A murmur with a tone of slight irritation was the only response. Zexion didn't feel like answering Axel, for it was, indeed, the redhead's fault why he was drunk. Of course, the option of telling the truth was offered, but Zexion decided to blame the idea of the game, the train ride, and the plane on Axel and his idea of their weekend trip to Midgar. Axel decided not to bother him, thankfully giving Zexion some form of peace as he tried to return to sleeping, using Demyx as his pillow.
And what a cozy pillow he was. Warm and soft, yet very gentle, his arms wrapped around Zexion as he kept him close. Zexion could hear his heartbeat softly, noticing the slight rise and fall of his chest. The shirt smelled a bit like laundry detergent, but he could still smell the ocean behind it. Demyx didn't wriggle around much, besides the slight shaking of his right foot, and Zexion was glad. The floor wasn't spinning as badly.
A few court shows, a soap opera, and a game show of tongue-twisters and ball-busting mousetrap devices passed the time of their waiting. Rude had joined them somewhere in the midst of that, crashing on the other couch and staring at the television. Roxas shuffled in on the fourth man having his testicles smacked at with a rigged device and curled up immediately on Axel's lap, whiny as an infant. Axel babied him by hugging him gently and smoothing down his hair and offering him soup, and the boy just said he wanted to cling. He looked like a little puppy to Zexion, as he held tightly to Demyx.
It only took a few minutes more for Reno to surface, shouting and swearing angrily. One of the happiest, loosest drunks, but always had some hellish hangovers, Rude told them. Reno could manage himself better than the smaller two, though, able to walk straight and swear into a cup of orange juice. Reno was a bundle of sarcastic joy when he became irritated with the house smelling like liquor and opened two windows and the door, then demanded that Rude take a walk with him. Zexion was busily trying to fight down the idea of nausea as Axel moved Roxas to the other couch and covered him in a blanket, despite the fact that the weather was quite warm and pleasant.
Music was blaring within minutes, and Axel was dancing around, and trying to tug Demyx away for just one song. Zexion couldn't help but watch them for a bit, finding it oddly funny as they attempted a couples slow dance, but soon gave up and began to "booty-bump", as Axel put it. By the time they started some sort of ring-around-the-rosie sort of movement, Zexion felt dizzy for just watching them.
He was rushing off to the bathroom a minute later, once again heaving his guts, with Demyx kneeling behind him and holding his hair out of his face. Zexion hated the feeling of emptying his stomach so violently, the scent of the previously-digested substance burning his nostrils uncomfortably. And despite how much he wished to stop, he couldn't manage to for another five minutes, when it merely became uncomfortable heaving because he didn't have much to lose anymore.
When he finally managed to move away, he was sitting on the floor and letting Demyx splash water on his face. "I just... want to die now..." he murmured.
"But Zexy, you can't die!" Demyx looked immediately tearful and stood close to his face. "I don't want you to! You gotta stay here with me!" He leaned forward and immediately pulled Zexion into a tight hug, burying his face in the smaller one's shoulder.
Zexion fought back a wince and glanced down, his stomach flopping uncomfortably. "Demyx. Just an expression. I don't want to literally die... I want you to literally let me go, before I--"
"Oh, sorry!" Demyx squeaked, trying to hold Zexion an arm's length away, but the smaller one merely clambered from him and shoved his face into the toilet bowl again, hands and shirt decorated in an odd mix of brown and green at the bad timing of his stomach to release whatever it had been holding in the hidden reservoir. "Eew... you're a mess, now... I'm sorry!" Demyx whined.
"Ugh..." Zexion muttered, staring at his hands. He hated messes like these. This was absolutely horrid to touch, the slimy feeling of vomit in his fingertips as Demyx tried to wipe them off with toilet paper. And soon, he was wrestling off the shirt and trying not to let it get near his hair, and Demyx panicked, not sure what to do with it. Last time he panicked, he gave the shirt to Rude. Looking up, he noticed his shirt soaked in the tub and threw Zexion's in there as well.
Zexion merely sat there. Most of this was just disgusting, but nothing to panic about. He merely held onto his head with one hand as Demyx ran about, looking for Axel. The two entered the bathroom a moment later, and Axel couldn't help but laugh tiredly.
"You freaked out because he puked again?" he asked, obviously humored by the entire incident.
Demyx spun around quickly and his eyes widened. "Yes!" he cried out, then dropped to kneel next to Zexion. "I squeezed him! And he popped!"
Axel snickered as he shuffled in and began to ruffle through a cabinet. "He didn't pop. See, his intestines are still inside his mouth. He'll be fine, you know..."
The blond still insisted on panicking, unsure how to touch Zexion without freaking out that he'd break. His arms hovered over his head and his arms and his side for a little before he just pulled them back to his own chest and whimpered. Zexion stood quietly and rinsed his mouth out again, leaning over the sink tiredly.
Axel let out a low whisper when he returned with a shirt. "Wow... damn, those look real bad. How'd you get those ones, Zex?" he asked, reaching a hand to touch his lower back.
Zexion almost choked again, coughing out the water as he sat up and spun around. Axel stared at him, and he tried to rack his brain for an answer, but none came. "Uh... intruder?"
Axel's eyes narrowed, and Zexion knew he had just killed his first alibi as well. The small one stared away from him and waited as Axel eyed him smugly. "Are you into that kinky pain stuff?"
"No!" Zexion replied quickly, then sighed as he looked down. "It just... gets rough sometimes..."
The redhead was soon laughing loudly, patting Demyx's shoulder as he gave Zexion the shirt. "Good work, Demy. I figured Larx rubbed off on you somehow... didn't know it was in the bedroom department!" Zexion spotted him reaching into his pocket as he left the bathroom.
Blushing furiously, Demyx stared at the floor, trying to utter an apology. Zexion had to hush his babbling by placing a hand on his mouth. Demyx stared at him in the hopes that he'd respond, but when he didn't, merely pulling the shirt on and leaving the bathroom, the blond whined loudly and grabbed onto his head. "It's so confusing!" he cried out.
Zexion couldn't help but smirk slightly. "Good."
.xii. end .xii.
My ending thoughts...Bad Axel! That is all.
It's Time to Du-du-d-d-d-d-d--!
"He
died as he lived, draped in the arms of another man."
-Tristan,
Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series (By LittleKuriboh)
:Darkness Princess.
