Z.Oh.My.Kira. I love you all. So I'm stalling in homework, and I'm falling behind, but I'm not failing anything and that is great. Then decided to be stupid and not let me upload this... grrneesh.
So I've been attempting to post this chapter since Wednesday. I apologize majorly... it's SERIOUSLY bugging me that I'm forced to fall behind...
Edited
for the sake of those damn HTML codes and the damn post-before-school
BS I do. Damn! XD
ZOMG.
We had Sabrina from the Cheetah Girls at my school, dancing with
these PRESCHOOLERS for a commercial of a grocery store.
Totally uncool, the principals were serious bitches. Anyways... -end
edit-
Reviewers,
yay!
...ShadowAili:
Yay! -gives a Zex's-Hair-Shaped-Cookie- Am glad I've got love. And
yes, you're not cruel at all... but your birthday's after my
graduation. I'll write you a fic before A-Kon 18. Yesh yesh, mebbe
one day in the future, happy things happen. And mebbe your brain'll
be all happy and functioning? Love!
...Rubix-Complex:
Thaaankies! -gives a Demyx's-hair-Shaped-Cookie- Zexy's too prideful
to talk. Glad your compy's up and functioning now, welcome back to
the Intraweb-thing! Am glad you love the angst, it's great to find
other Angst-Lovers out there... I basically LIVE off the stuff. It
makes the world go round (besides fluff). Yay!
...blackkeyblade:
The Chocolate Axel one kinda tastes burnt. Lol. But thaaankies.
-gives Xigbar-teddy-shaped cookie-
...Dearie:
I think hugs would make Zexy a very happy person... he must've been
deprived as a child... -gives Sitar-shaped Cookie-
...sesshomaruhasafluffytail:
I apologize on Zexion's behalf. But he says he'll kiss for you. (in
the background, Zexion and Demyx have a tongue-wrestling match)
-gives a picture of said scene-
...Ishihara
Kiyori: I know what that's like! Happens a lot... am glad you're
into it, thankies for reviewing! I liked adding in the weirdest
plots. But yeah, Saix was the only one with blue hair, and I didn't
know who else to use. Sephiroth was too much of a stretch for my use.
Teehee. -gives Saix-shaped cookie-
...Roxanne:
I don't understand anymore! Barbies were pimp! Aaand the plots...
-sighs- my childhood. I think it probably would be, too. Saix is so
cute and all, but when he glares, it's like he's going to eat your
soul... -gives you a book-shaped cookie-
...Shattered
Sanctuary: Yeah, plots are always the hard part, but once you get
it started, just try not to run over too many squirrels when the Idea
Truck starts rolling. Shall definitely read it for you! Thankies for
reviewing! -gives you a chakram-shaped cookie-
...Hikari
Aiyano: ...I can't believe you cried. Wowz. Am glad you likey,
though. I used to inch upstairs, too! And the crutches thing, did
that too (chipped a bone, twice in the same place) and it's awful.
Cuz ya gotta balance, and move, which is basically hopping and
grabbing onto the railing and hoping you don't fall and die. Zexion
poses no threat. -gives stairs-shaped cookie-
...SeventhSenses:
You're so optimistic. -gives a Zexy-is-scowling-shaped cookie-
...Mina
The Forgotten Memory: Precisely! Control-freaks are fun to hang
out with, except when they get OCD about it. -is one- Teehee, Saix or
Zexy is crazy? Zexy mopes very emo-like in a corner for having the
fates against him. -gives Zexy-moping-in-corner-shaped cookie-
...Ranchdressing:
Hehe, always thought one of the silver guys? I had first thought
Sephiroth, but then that just wouldn't work... so we went with an Org
member. -gives Kadaj-shaped cookie- Yaaay for albinos? Teehee.
...hanakitsunechan7:
Teehee. The inheritance is from his dead mommy. Namine was his
back-up choice. Saix is... Saix. I think the Easter Spirit got into
your brain, grew a peep, and let it melt like it would in a
microwave. Ultimate Peep Fight! (see Youtube for details). Your Brain
is A Peep. -gives Peep-shaped... Peep-
...Evil
Genius of the COCA: Aha, how right you are! Zexy basically steals
Demyx's food, might as well claim his half of the bed, huh? Hehe.
-gives Zexion-and-Demyx's-bed-shaped cookie-
...Ivan's
Kitsune: Loolz. Yes for condoms. -gives card-shaped... card-
"It's raping time!"
...fullmetalguitar:
Well, I got goals to achieve, and twice-a-week posting's tha only way
I'll get this thing finished by May 19th! And yeah, but I think
Zexy's poor... dun worry, though! -gives Zexy's-face-is-emo-shaped
cookie-
...Gentle
Kit: Yay, makes me happy! Zexy-torture is soooo amusing. -gives
happy-emo-shaped cookie-
...Lunaa:
No, thank you for reviewing! Wubbie? That's so cute! -hands
cookie-shaped... cookie-
...darkchild:
Emeep! Shoyz! -gives cookie shaped peep-
(am
not creative in the mornings... when I added the last 3--Edit:
Four--here. Gah!)
But Yay for Reviews! I love 'em! Love love love...
Whispered
Melody
.xvi.
Love
Love on the Lip Gloss
Friday.
Dust... stale fabric, trash, molding food, artificial freshener to mask it.
He had one more day to move out. His landlady was quite a mean woman, coming in complaining at him about how the money hadn't come in and that he had to pay up, and she finally saw him standing on one leg, a blue cast almost not noticable by his baggy jeans. The lack of a sock and his mild hopping, using only one crutch to move the short distance in his living room, had her feeling rather sympathetic, and she gave him all of Saturday.
The only problem was he had nowhere to go. Yesterday, he sold all his furniture and made a decent amount of money, but not enough for an actual apartment of his own. And he had to be gone by tomorrow... His clothing fit in two suitcases, all other objects in a third, as well as three trash bags, and he sat on a stack of blankets. He was ready to leave, he just needed to find a place to go.
Lifting the receiver, he tugged it to his ear and listened to the dial tone. He wasn't sure who to call. He had promised to call Demyx, but he hadn't gotten around to it yet.
"That makes me a horrible boyfriend," he muttered to himself, and then quickly smacked his stitches, grumbling in pain at the feeling of having inflicted mild agony upon his face again. He slammed the phone down and pushed himself to his feet, grabbing one of his crutches as he inched his way towards the kitchen, where he left the painkillers.
The refrigerator was virtually empty as he opened it to grab a bottle of water. He hadn't gone grocery shopping yet, and some things spoiled--he didn't realize he used so many dairy products--so he lacked actual food but now he had money to buy lunch. He sighed as he leaned on the counter and opened the medication bottle. One every six hours... he hated that. It just disrupted his day, and wanted to disrupt his sleep as well. But he wasn't going well on the dosage--
And his doorbell rang. He sighed and set both items down, using the one crutch to hobble to the door. Opening it calmly, he gasped when Demyx dropped to his knees--or one knee, for he left his right leg aimed backward to avoid putting pressure on it--and latched onto Zexion's good leg.
"Nuuuu, Zexy, it was an accident!" he whined. "I didn't try to kill you and I'm reeeeeally sorry! Pleeeeease don't leave me!
Zexion blinked. "Demyx... can you let go?" he asked softly.
Demyx looked up with tearful eyes, hands still gripping Zexion's pants legs, almost tugging the large pants down his small hips. Zexion grabbed them with one hand to make sure they didn't slide, and glared at Demyx's hands--or tried to glare, for it kept softening each time he looked into Demyx's face. Demyx moved his hands slightly, sliding them against the fabric before he looked up. Zexion merely sighed and leaned on him.
"Sorry. My cell phone was... kinda totaled in the wreck," he murmured softly.
Demyx nodded, wrapping his arms around Zexion's waist. He stood, and ended up lifting Zexion with him, holding him on his left shoulder as he carried him into the room. He still had a slight limp, trying not to put too much extra weight on his injured thigh. "Hey... Zex?"
"Demyx, put me down! You're more hurt than I am!" Zexion murmured, kicking his good leg uselessly.
"What happened to your furniture? Were you robbed?"
He sighed and shook his head. "No, I sold it. Put me down... you'll strain your back or pop your stitches."
Finally, Demyx set him down on his stack of comforters and blankets and perched himself down next to him. He sat close, dropping his head on Zexion's shoulder as he cuddled himself close. Just like a little puppy left outside overnight, he seemed attached for extra affection. Zexion leaned over and kissed him gently.
"I wasn't robbed... I sold it since there's nowhere to move with it all. I can buy new furniture later." He shrugged slightly and shifted closer to his left-outside-overnight puppy and held his cheek gently with one hand. "But enough about that..."
Demyx took his cheeks in his hand and pulled his face away. "Move? When are you moving? Where? Why?" he asked. "What happened, Zexy, why won't you tell me?"
Zexion sighed. "I have to be out by tomorrow night. I might move in with my brother, but I'm not sure if he'll try to kill me in my sleep, so... well, there's Vexen, but he's got that laboratory thing going on... I could try a motel... they just did this so suddenly, and she was no help at all..."
The blond stared at him like he was crazy. "Zexion... you're not high, are you?"
The smaller one finally looked up and shook his head. "I'm not on non-prescription medication. I'm just in a bad situation right now, but ignore it. Okay?"
"How can I ignore it if yo--"
Zexion silenced Demyx the only was he knew how: by a kiss. He leaned forward and pushed himself against Demyx, and the taller one's hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to deepen it, their tongues wrestling, soft moans escaping every now and then... and then they slipped from the mound of blankets and Demyx winced and sighed.
Zexion sat up and looked at him with a slight frown. "Sorry..."
Demyx giggled and made a slight thrust upwards with his hips, and Zexion's cheeks bright red; he was straddling Demyx's crotch and hadn't noticed until Demyx decided to be a tease. When Zexion leaned down to kiss him again, Demyx rolled around to lay on him, grinning.
"You sure you're up for this?" he asked.
Zexion looked at him, then promptly glanced upwards. "Well, if you're not up for it, then--"
Demyx grinned and kissed his jaw, fingers slowly tracing lines down his neck. Zexion squirmed slightly as his fingers traced under the collar of his shirt and began to pinch and tweak at his nipples.
"D-Dem..." he whispered, hands gripping the blond's shirt. He knew they'd have to stop, unfortunately, at the sight of the unhappy young lady in his doorway. Demyx looked up and murmured, though he left his teeth attached to Zexion's neck. The smaller one lifted an arm and waved feebly over his head. "H-hey, Larxene..."
She smirked and shook her head. "So you're all broken and beaten, and still trying to sex up my injured brother, huh?"
Demyx sat up quickly, accidentally dropping all of his weight on Zexion's small body. He let out a small cry, twisting as he tried to hold onto his side as Demyx lifted himself. The smaller one cringed and turned away, rolling onto his side as he sighed.
"Zexy, you okay?" Demyx whispered, looking at him.
He sighed and sat up. "Yeah... just gonna... take those painkillers now..."
Demyx helped him find his crutch and made sure he didn't collapse on his way to the kitchen, all the while arguing with Larxene, who stood impatiently in the doorway. She finally just slammed the door shut and headed back downstairs, and Demyx hurried into the kitchen as Zexion slipped the pill into his mouth and asked, "You're not going to overdose, are you?"
He almost choked on his water, but continued to sip before looking up. "Do wha...?" he asked, but shook his head. "Why would you think I'd overdose?"
"Your therapist told me you're depressed."
"Depr--damn." He sighed and set his water bottle on the counter. Aerith was now just poking at him. Demyx was bouncing nervously on his toes as he looked at him, unsure what to say to him. Zexion made it easy by looking up and shrugging. "Don't worry about it. Just... call Vexen for me, and ask if Saix has a roommate."
"Saix?" Demyx questioned. "Why him? Who is he?"
"My brother."
"But if your brother's going to try and kill you..." At least Demyx paid attention. Zexion didn't think he'd want to say that more than necessary.
The chaos was giving Zexion a headache and he just sighed, laying his head on the counter. Demyx came near and rubbed his back gently. "Zexy... I'm sorry. Your life's not very good and I'm not helping much, am I?"
Zexion just sighed. "It's not you. Don't worry."
"But I have to worry. It's because I care..."
"Then stop." At Demyx's confused look, Zexion glanced down, lifting his head for a moment. His eyes scanned the bottle of painkillers. "Stop caring... I never asked for any of this..."
Demyx looked up at him with a frown. "How can I do that? I can't love and stop caring," he murmured softly. "Zexy... maybe the drugs are talking. You're being so mean..."
Zexion shook his head. "No... it's me. Stop. Just stop, Demyx... my life sucks, and I'll make you unhappy."
This was almost murder, telling Demyx to leave him. He didn't think he could imagine any day without Demyx now, after the amount of time he had been in the musician's presence. The singing, the playing, the smiles... The blond didn't like the idea of leaving and latched onto him tightly. "Zexion... no more painkillers for you."
...not quite what he meant. Discussing anything serious with Demyx currently wasn't going to get them anywhere, he was certain. The only problem he had, still, was where he would be staying. "Demyx..." he said softly, looking at him. "I... still need to call Saix or Vexen, maybe Axel..."
Demyx shook his head quickly. "Nuh-uh! You'll come home with me! After all, my dad already knows you, and sis says Vexen uses people for his experiments..."
Zexion rolled his eyes. "No, Vexen just uses squirrels and dead pigeons," he clarified. "He won't mess with people until he finished Med school, I figure..."
Demyx cringed and hugged him tighter. "And Axel might accidentally burn you, and... uh... who was the last one?"
"Saix. My brother," Zexion said softly.
The taller one paused and blinked. "And you've had a brother since...?" he inquired.
"Since I was born, you dummy. Like how you have a sister." Zexion pried Demyx's hands from him and began making sure he didn't have anything worth saving in the fridge. Not a thing in there... he sighed and shook his head. "Wasted..."
"How come you didn't tell me?!" Demyx continued his interrogation.
Zexion shrugged. "I don't know... there was no need, really. We don't interact... at all... ever... that entire 'I want to stay alive' thing might have something to do with it, I don't know..."
Demyx rolled his eyes and took his hand. "Zexy... don't you trust me?" he asked.
He sighed. "Why are you asking me this?"
"Because you're so secretive... you didn't tell me anything about your problem, and you know I can help you! I didn't even know you were here because I didn't even have your home number! Zexy... why don't you trust me?"
Zexion spun around and frowned up at Demyx. "It's not that I don't trust you, but--"
"But you don't talk to me," the blond finished, frowning.
And Zexion hated that. Demyx looked very upset, and Zexion knew it was his fault. He was keeping so many things from Demyx, and Demyx could only sit and wait until he found things out in the most horrible of moments. It was always bad timing that had things appear, and he could only sit and let it happen. He must've been so sick of that... Zexion felt horrible for making him so sad.
"Look... Demyx..." He sighed, hopping up to sit on the counter. "The only other people who know anything are Naminé and Axel... I used to talk to Naminé... we were very close friends when I first came here... and Axel went through my mail once." He sighed and leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. "My full name is Ienzo Marcellus Washington. I was born in Wutai, we moved to Twilight Town when I was six. My mom, Beatrix, was in the army for a few years, and was brought up to the rank of General once, but she quit and decided to have kids. My dad, Kuja... well, he was never completely stable, but he seemed fairly normal. He hated a lot of specific things. He'd probably kill me if he knew I was going out with you."
"Your dad's homophobic?" Demyx questioned.
Zexion nodded. "Completely hates it. I was six when I told my mom that I wanted to marry a guy since girls were icky, and he wanted to beat it out of me. Then I met Naminé and planned our wedding when I was seven, and he left me alone... Saix hung out with pretty bad crowds and Dad liked to hit us, but Mom said it was merely discipline and always cleaned up the wounds. I'm sure Saix is probably gay, though, or at least his friends are. They liked to hit on me, and once, one made advances and my Dad beat me so hard I was destined to marry Naminé. I mean, we were only friends, but she would marry me out of pity."
Demyx frowned and rubbed his back gently. "I'm sorry, Zexy..." he said softly. "I didn't know your past was so rough..."
Zexion shook his head, running a hand through Demyx's mullet. The locks weren't jelled as much and they swayed softly when he breathed over them. "It's okay... it wasn't your fault. It was one of my brother's friends who must've slipped something into my drink, or something... Saix began using something, experimenting at the time... and I couldn't handle whatever it was. I... lost it, and soon lost my mother, when... when..."
He trailed away and stared at the floor. Zexion rarely spoke about his mother. Most things came out in pieces; when he spoke to Aerith, it took well over seven sessions to squeeze out the incident. When Axel asked, he only spoke of the one problem. He had never explained the entire thing in one sitting, and found himself rather overwhelmed with how much he had covered. Demyx sshed gently, kissing his forehead as he hugged him closer.
"It's okay, Zex..." he said softly. "I understand... why you wanted to hide all of that..."
Zexion took a breath, then glanced at him, almost emotionlessly, even though Demyx was sure he could see tears forming. "You want to ask something."
"Yeah... b-but if you... don't want any questions..."
"Go ahead and ask," Zexion stated numbly.
Demyx took a breath and looked up. "What happened to your dad?" he inquired. "How come he's in an institution? And how come... you're not?"
Zexion looked away, blinking a few times. "They thought he was crazier than I was, and we couldn't take care of him... now he's just bitter and judgemental of me. He thinks it was premeditated, and almost wanted to kill me. Last time I went, he cut me with a fork. So I don't visit anymore. Don't know if Saix does, though I don't think he ever did."
Demyx stroked his hair gently, sighing. "It's okay, Zexy..." he murmured. "Just calm down... it's all okay. I got you... and they're not gonna do anything to you..."
Zexion nodded slowly. "Okay," he murmured, then sighed, resting his head on Demyx's shoulder. "Now that you know, it's all good and dandy, right? But... still need a place to sleep."
Demyx sighed loudly. "Zexion, didn't you hear me? You're gonna move in with me! You can be an honorary Highwind!"
"...Demyx, you live with your father and your sister would probably try to kill me in my sleep. And your father keeps offering me booze... he called me dead weight."
The blond merely snickered and nodded. "No... Larxy knows not to kill my friends. I know where she keeps her pocket knife, and I cut her once."
"You did wha--"
"Onnnce... by accident. She got stitches, though. And I got a concussion, so it's all good." Demyx grinned and looked at him. "And Dad calls all of us dead weight, since none of us really work. Sure, I get some cash from my gigs, but it's not much... and Larx refuses to work at half the places she applies at. Plus, she scares small children."
Zexion blinked. "Seriously?"
"Seriously. She smiled at one and he cried!"
A car honked outside, and Demyx's cell phone began ringing. He jumped in surprise and dug into his pocket, and soon he was frowning as he spoke to his sister. Zexion had gone back to resting his head on Demyx's shoulder, twirling his fingers in the soft blond locks, and Demyx sighed.
"Come on, Larx..." he whined. "No... I don't wanna stay here. He's gotta move out, think Dad'll let me keep him? ...aw, come on, we'll stay out of your closet!" He looked up, then glanced down and frowned. "Fine... jeez, just hurry back! You can't stay there four hours then just say you forgot like last time! Was - not - fun!"
He hung up and dropped his phone on the counter, and Zexion blinked. "Is she leaving you here?" he inquired.
Demyx sighed and whimpered slightly. "She's sick of waiting, so she's gonna go grab a bite to eat with Marly." He grinned at Zexion's surprised look. "Yeah... oh, didn't tell you. She's dating Pinky now." His grin widened when Zexion's eyes stared in confusion. "She wants to prove to Axel that he's male... or something. I don't really know."
Zexion shrugged. "Just don't question it," he murmured softly. He sighed as he leaned on Demyx and yawned, and Demyx carried him over to his pile of pillows. From there, they cuddled, and ended up napping for three hours, as Larxene forgot about her brother and returned with two "forgive me, I love you, sometimes" pizzas, waking them both up with her banging on the door.
They took him to their house that evening and Demyx insisted that he call it home. It was pretty much the same as it had been when he last came, only a bit... quieter. Larxene locked herself in her room and took up the phone line, and Demyx chose the time to help Zexion get settled in. He sat on the bed quietly, looking at the floor.
"Zexy... you can relax, you know," he murmured.
Zexion shrugged. "I'm fine..."
Demyx smirked and inched his way to the bed, gently placing his hands on Zexion's shoulders. From there, he began to rub them softly, massaging his shoulder blades, moving to his upper back. Zexion's head lolled to the side as he began to relax a bit, and Demyx repositioned himself to kneel behind him. And Zexion had to admit--Demyx really knew how to give a massage. He wasn't at all surprised when Demyx moved him to lay down for better access to relax his muscles, and he sighed in relief as Demyx stretched him out and grinned.
"You don't look so tiny all stretched out like this," he murmured.
Zexion merely hummed in response, moving his fingers as he stretched his arms above his head. Demyx moved to straddle his lower back, rubbing his muscles gently. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he was on the verge of falling asleep when Demyx's door swung open and Cid's voice floating in, asking about ten bucks... and stopped... and stared.
Grease, cars, booze... Cid had just come back from work, and stood, mainly shocked, in the doorway.
Demyx had stopped massaging him and paused. He had leaned forward a bit, his chest almost against Zexion's back, and blinked. "Uh... h-hey... Dad..."
Cid stared at him, then grumbled and began walking away. "My kids are freakin' weirdos..." he murmured. "Gonna go catch a smoke, don't bother me... with your... weirdness."
A tense moment of silence fell across Demyx's room, as he looked at Zexion, who tiredly stared in response, and it settled as Zexion yawned. "Sleepy time..." he murmured, and was gone within the minute. He woke up once to find Demyx snuggled rather closely to him, a soft snore escaping his parted, pouting lips, and Zexion smiled and just went back to sleep.
.xvi. end .xvi.
Okay, Cid's "weirdness" comment came from a fanfic. "Super Sized!" by... um, I forgot. See Mentaru's favorites. But Riku's mother said, "We need to talk. About your gayness." And I just kinda thought of the 'weirdness' thing.
So yeah. Hope you guys enjoyed this.
When the fic reaches 200 reviews, I'll put up that Missing Scene After Chapter Three that everyone keeps trying to figure out. It will explain why Zexy let Demyx into his pants. Repressed sexual tension, anyone? That's just 25-or-so reviews away! I'm almost done writing it...
Aaaand...
"Everyone
seems to have gone all rhymey!"
"Shut
the hell up, you stupid Limey!"
-Bakura
and Tristan, YGOTAS (by LittleKuriboh)
:Darkness Princess.
