Oh my Goodness. Senpai is one hyperactive psychopath. So today, I find out I'm passing all classes, so I'm going on the band trip, AND I'm making more friends AND Whispered Melody has reached the 100-review mark. So I thank you all SO MUCH for reviewing, you make me so happy! I'm so amazed... I was only hoping it could get so far, who knew it would! So many people to thank, too! And I get to keep writing poems to use as Demyx's songs! I'm going to put the beats up someday, I swear...

Happy Belated Birthday to Anonymous Saru.
Get Well Soon, ShadowAili.
People, give me competition for The Writer you fools' HIPFC humor challenge (see "ch"14)

And the people I love...
...sesshoumaruhasafluffytail: Zexion tells me to tell you that he refuses to strip or do the chicken dance... and will just wear Demyx's pants. (Again.) And the camera thing... am selling the tapes on ebay (lol, I wish). Am glad you love, thankies!
...Ivan's Kitsune: There are so many freakin' quotes! I found LittleKuriboh's LJ, too, it made me happy! "Hooray for Cyber Terrorism!" Thankies for the review, that made me happy, too!
...Lunaa: Ja. Poor poor Zexy... MC's right, I just love to torture him. And that's my favorite line in the whole chappy, glad it makes you happy! Thankies!
...Metal Chocobo: New and inventive excuses are hard to think of! Especially when it's like "ghost left brain" like it has been today. But yeah... I realized it's possible, cuz 2 days after I got teeth pulled for braces, the codeine made me worse than a Zexy-mess and I hadn't eaten for days... so it's possible. Say bye-bye to your guts if you have booze or drugs! -giggle- am glad you like, hope you enjoy the angst... thankies for the review!
...Shattered Sanctuary: I figure it would. Only thing is, it's Zexy-centric and Riku's connected by a person who's connected by a person. They get cameos... until I have some sorta party, or something. I dunno...
...Ranchdressing: Don't even worry about it! FFnet is a pain half the time (usually the half when it's not working, lolz!) but I love your reviews all the same! And ja... Zexy wants to see Axel BURN. Am glad you like, thankies!
...Roxanne: Well, it's only got, technically, a 1-letter difference! Really awesome, though, and yeah... I'm very sick and twisted. -points above- see, psychopath! Just too sadistic, I think it's because I've got power... I dunno... thankies!
...Moonlight-is-Innocence: How ironic. I read the "C2 material" line, and next email is offering me place of staffing the Zemyx C2, and the fic's in there! You're the good jynx! Yay! I'm so squealish now, thankies! And am glad you love. Axel amuses me to no extent, and LittleKuriboh needs more love.
...blackkeyblade: Yepsies, more new chappyness! Thankies for le reviews... and ja. Remember, drinking, unlike gambling, is not good for the children!
...hanakitsunechan7: You... get cookies. Cuz you spark ideas. And am sorry about your allergies; kinda reminds me of my elementary school experiences, only I hyperventilated because of my asthma too (like two bricks thrown at once!) Am glad you're not having seizures! The panties... were small, tight, black, yet fairly simple panties with a lace waistline. Yesh, no more booze for Zexy-poo! And Reno has his ways... -attacks the eggs happily- YumYum! Am happy!
...Hikari Aiyano: Yum, fresh meat! I mean... hallo, am glad you reviewed... a lot! -gives loads of cookies- So ya know, I think The Pirate is Xiggy, but it's not official yet! And Zexion IS a rock! Am glad you likey, thankies!
...Evil Genius of the COCA: Sorry about all the... pukey-ness. But, well... I was sick, and feeling descriptive, and found another word for "vomit". -maniacal laughter- glad you like it, thankies for le review!
...Gentle Kit: Yay, more fresh meat! I mean... -cough- Am happy you think it's awesome, thank you!
...Silva-trees: Yay, I r geneeeus! Lolz, ja. My favey line, the pop. Just haaaad to put it in! Yay, I r pimp too! Thankies for the review! AkuRoku's a given. I blame the KH writers, they're yaoi-fans, I'm sure of it! And yeah... either way, it's getting burned or drowned. I say... use Vexen to clone them, it would be better than actually dying. But be careful, Vexen might molest you!
...Dearie: Yesh. Doesn't everyone just love a boy in a skirt? -teehee- Thankies for le review!

I would like to alert you all that, due to Axel's improper thought process, Roxas took him to the back of the Plottage Studio and forced Chlorox bleach into his ears, in the hopes of cleaning out his brain. Meanwhile, Larxene is tying her latest boyfriend down so she can cut him--I mean hug him, hugging is what I meant!
And dear, sweet Ansem the Wise decides to share his sea salt ice cream with all who review. Hit the "submit review" button and receive a free sea-salt ice cream bar! Brought to you by Quacking Industries and the Zemyx Fanclub!

Warning: This chapter contains... DRAMA AND ANGST. AND A CLIFFHANGER.

Just so you know. Here!

Whispered Melody
.xiii.
You Can't Wanna Feel Like Me, Baby
..part one..

Fresh laundry, coffee, spray-freshener, fast food, pollen and dust.

Trouble definitely awaited them once they returned to Twilight Town. They knew that, and in an hour and a half, they would be standing in that trouble; but until then, they decided to relax and hopefully just enjoy the train ride from Midgar. Roxas and Axel were curled up across from Demyx and Zexion, sword-fighting with straws. Demyx had gone back to attempting to write, but only for a few minutes, as Zexion played games on his cell phone and grew bored easily.

The trip was so calming, oddly. Without the ladies underwear, and without having to worry about hiding, he could finally just relax and enjoy the sunlight. It was warm and gentle, a refreshing feeling on his bare arm as it peered through the window. It shone on Demyx's face, making him seem almost completely angelic from this angle, the light giving his hair a soft halo. He looked peaceful, staring quietly at his notebook as if lost in thought.

Soon, he began to hum softly. A quiet, pleasant tune, and the pencil slowly moved on the paper, the lead scratching on the page to the tempo, words of lyrics matching the rhythm scribbling on the page. He soon began to drum his fingers on the edge of the notebook and smiled, and Zexion found himself looking up in curiosity. Musical genius... that's what it was, really. Musical genius.

Demyx soon leaned forward and whispered into Zexion's ear, his warm breath making the smaller one shudder and smile softly.

"And then it all worked out
It all worked fine
And I'm glad you're here
And I'm glad you're mine..."

Zexion smiled and whispered in response, "And I'm glad I've got you with me... you're too good."

"Much too sweet," Demyx continued.
"Much too good...
I'll keep you close and hold you tight
Living always, like we know we should...

Keep you close and hold you safe
Ward off the dangers in your mind, We'll be
Against the dangers in our world
Requited, unnatural love tonight... You'll see...
Just hold me close and keep me safe,
And I'll make sure it's all just right...

Even running through the pitch of night,
Catching trains in the mid-daylight,
Just stay close to me and we'll be safe,
Stay close and we're alright...

And it all works out...
It all worked fine,
And I'm glad you're still with me,
I'm glad you're still mine..."

He hadn't realized that his gentle serenade had gathered the attention of a group of riders and stewardesses, and both boys looked up at applause. Demyx grinned cutely as one of the stewardesses made a "squee" type noise, and Zexion frowned slightly, sitting up. Nice concert... but that was just it. A song for the crowds, for the fans to enjoy and cheer about.

Demyx was swarmed in seconds, mentioning his band and another concert in town and signing autographs on notebooks and napkins shoved under his nose. He seemed to deal with the starlight well, even smiling for a picture from a camera phone. Zexion was trying his hardest not to seem the least bit upset by this, as Demyx grinned and held up a peace sign for one girl as she snapped a picture. He seemed so natural in the spotlight, so calm and well-mannered, yet still rather happy and hyperactive.

Zexion turned away quickly and stared out of the window. They left five minutes later, returning to their seats or to their jobs, and Demyx turned to look at him. Zexion could see his eager look through the faint reflection on the glass.

"Zexy?" the blond asked.

Zexion continued to stare at his reflection, watching as his face turned from confusion mingling with happiness to just sudden worry, but he refused to think on it. Quietly, he stood and stomped towards the back of the train, complaining of the sudden urge to puke. He kept a forced look of calmness on his face as he walked, but soon found himself glaring at the mirror, holding onto his stomach as he shut the door.

This wasn't very nice at all. His nice train ride, the shared moment of utopia between them, Demyx's music... they weren't supposed to have anyone stepping in. This bothered him, most definitely. His headache was returning, a sickening feeling forming at the moving of the train and the ungodly scent in the small bathroom. He hated this smell... hated this bathroom, this train... today...

Two knocks caused him to look up. "Zex? It's Axel!"

Zexion frowned. "Go away, Axel. Go sit down." He didn't want to talk to Axel, didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted to sit, and suffer in silence, listening to the wind against the windows and breathing in a scent that made him want to vomit. It only took a few seconds before he finally dropped to a knee and become violently ill and Axel pushed open the door--curse Zexion for not bothering to lock it completely--and shifted next to him.

"Zexion... I don't know if this is the booze talking, or what, but you're being silly," he said quietly. "Demyx wants to be famous, and that's how celebrities act. And if you really like Demyx and you're afraid of being in the limelight, you'll get over it."

Zexion heaved out another mouthful and glared at Axel through the corner of his eye.

The older one, still rubbing his back, continued anyway. "Plus, he likes you. These girls are just gonna lose those autographs and then beg for more on CD covers when his band gets somewhere. But who's he been taking care of with a hangover, eh, Zexy?"

Glaring again, Zexion stood up and washed his mouth out, cringing. "Go away, Axel," muttered softly. He didn't feel like being lectured on a moving train, especially with his stomach ache returning. Soon, he moved away from Axel, shuffling his way back to their seats.

Axel followed after a few seconds and dropped into his chair next to Roxas. Demyx blinked in confusion when Zexion kept silent, a slight glare on his face, and came to merely sit down. Zexion was back to leaning against Demyx, staring out the window again. Oddly, it seemed so fitting, knowing these times ended. Always... they always ended, peaceful moments only lasting for minutes before leaving hours of misery in their wake.

And the misery had begun already. Zexion looked miserable, a hand holding his stomach as he huddled in a small ball on his chair, stretched out only so he could return his head to Demyx's lap. Demyx smoothed down his hair gently and looked at Axel in the hopes for some sort of explanation.

Axel merely tilted in his seat to drop his head on Roxas's shoulder. "Oh... Zexy's just got a small case of the green-eyed monster," he replied with a slight grin.

Zexion's eyes narrowed. "I am not jealous," he defended.

Demyx leaned down and looked at him in questioning. "You're... jealous?" he asked with a slight frown. "B-but.. why? What happ--"

A sharp look from Zexion had Demyx hushing for a moment as he thought it through, and his frown grew. "Zexy... but it's you I love..." he whispered. "I'm going out with you..."

"But why?" Zexion asked, sitting up quickly. "What's the use? You'll just..." He choked on his words and looked away, shaking his head as he leaned back in his seat. He wasn't going to cry, wouldn't even dare think of it... he couldn't. So he muttered one soft word as he shook his head, shutting his eyes to rid them of forming tears. "Nothing."

Demyx didn't bother to hide his forming tears as he looked at him. "Zexy..." he asked. "I'm sorry... i-is it about the girls? I... can't stop the fans..." he muttered, glancing down.

Zexion nodded as he turned his head away, ignoring the looks passing around them as Roxas and Axel watched them. Demyx sighed when he knew Zexion wouldn't give in, and slumped in his chair, pouting. And right next to him, looking a tad more dignified, Zexion was staring out the window and pouting as well.

.vi...ix.

Ocean, exhaust, wind, tires, pollution.

Zexion wanted to hide. The ride home was miserable, cell phones going off the moment they were turned off silent. Larxene was demanding to know where her brother was, calling three of the cell phones with angry remarks about how she'd burn a pyro and make an emo cry, and how she'd damage the sitar if Demyx didn't come home shortly. Then Roxas's mother left a few unhappy messages, and he found himself having to explain to her how he forgot to tell her about the road trip; she yelled at him so much he cried and gave himself the hiccups. Axel's roommate was bothered (odd, Zexion never knew Axel had a roommate), and Vexen called a few times looking for him. Zexion figured he had gotten off relatively safe when his phone only had five messages, instead of eighteen, but didn't find them lucky at all.

Larxene, Vexen, Aerith... the Hospital?

He was checking his messages as Demyx drove him home, unsure what to do. Demyx offered to take him back to his place, but Zexion declined politely and said he preferred to keep himself locked in his closet for a few days. Demyx looked like he was ready to cry during the trip, and Zexion occupied himself with looking at his phone and listening to the calls. He clicked into the unfamiliar one first.

"Zexion, it's Aerith, I'm on one of the hospital phones. Whenever you get this message, hurry down here. It's your brother," her calm voice floated above the noise of beeping and static. "He's been poisoned, and the police are looking to question you..."

He dropped the phone, and turned to Demyx, unsure what to say. He just knew he needed to head down to the hospital, hopefully clear everything up. It was suspicious, and though he wanted to make sure his older brother would safely see this through, he feared having to resurface. He and his brother had no connections anymore, and now he'd have to see him in a hospital... it bothered him.

Demyx looked over at him for a second. "Zexy, you, uh..." he muttered, eyes glancing briefly at the phone.

"Demyx, we need to make a det--"

A screeching of tires, loud honk, and a bright light from the rear-view mirror. The car jerked forward into another, spun to the right, skid a few feet, crashed into the median.

Zexion felt sharp pains on his left side, a heavy weight on his leg as he tried to move. He could see blood on the door, glass splayed everywhere, the airbags slowly shrinking around them. Demyx was silent when Zexion turned to look at him, reaching up a stinging arm to touch his face.

"Demy?" he whispered.

Demyx's head lolled to the side, green eyes seeming pale and lifeless as they stared at Zexion briefly. His eyelids soon fell, breathing slow and shallow, almost nonexistent.

"Demy?!" Zexion called again, trying to shift in his seat. His leg screamed with pain, and he couldn't pull himself free, but he ignored it as he tried to look at Demyx more. Still breathing, he had to still be breathing. "D-Demyx... wake up... y-you can't sleep..." he cried out, shaking his head. He nudged the blond, who merely slumped over.

He felt regret. He had been angry, had been jealous. He had been hostile, cold, distant. He had wanted to go home, to leave him, to hope this had ended. He had stopped talking to him. And yet here they were. So close to an ending he didn't want.

He didn't want this to end it. Demyx didn't need to... shouldn't... couldn't, Zexion didn't want to allow it. Wide eyes stared up. Demyx, his Demyx...

"No... no fuckin' way, you're not dying on me!" Zexion whispered as he looked at Demyx. The blond didn't respond, and Zexion wasn't sure what to do. He frowned, tears welling in his eyes as he pulled himself as close to Demyx as he could manage, laying his head in his lap. His eyes glanced out of the windshield, tears and blood dripping over his eyelids as he tried to keep himself awake. It wasn't working well at all, and he found himself blinking tiredly, giving one last look at Demyx before turning to glance out of the window.

"It's pretty..." he whispered. "Demyx... the stars are pretty... you'd like them. Sky's... so blue..." He couldn't remember what happened after that.

.xiii. end thirteen .xiii.

After-chappy Comment: I totally didn't realize that unlucky 13 chappy had such an unlucky ending... But oh well! Remember, all reviewers, get your sea-salt ice cream before you go, and don't let it melt! Because then you'd have to lick it off your fingers... or get one of the bishounen to do it, and the only three who aren't hiding are Mishter Sideburns (3), Mishter Rapey-Hand (4), and Let-Me-Rob-You-With-This-Card-Trick-Game-Thing-Cuz-I-Cheat (10).

Love!

Quotage!
"This is the funkiest Satanic ritual I've ever seen!"
-Bakura, Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series (by LittleKuriboh -- you're all on a comp, go to youtube already

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