I'm glad is working this time. It drove me crazy, and although I'm kinda a week behind in getting everything up, I plan on catching up and posting everything very shortly! I'm not all that happy with the "missing" chapter, but I WILL put it up at the 200 review mark! Only around 13 more reviews! Promise!
Thankies
to these people:
...Akachi:
I'm very glad you like! The fluff's a nice touch, and I love the
stuff! The world DOES need more Zemyx!
...sesshomaruhasafluffytail:
Teehee, yesh! Lovin' the wallpaper, btw. Glad Cid's your pimp, he
needs more love--and not from Vincent, cuz that's uber-Awkward...
-cough-
...Launch
shinra: Fresh meat!
Yum... tastes like Electric Co, too. Am glad you like, thankies for
reviewing!
...SeventhSenses:
You s'pose... I freakin' gave out a name! A naaaame! Glad the
weirdness comment fit!
...Mina
The Forgotten Memory:
-giggle- I send you two comments, lol. Try caffeine, always helps.
...Ivan's
Kitsune: "That
never happened in the Goonies!" Yatta! -dances-
...Riceball
the second: Yep! Just
gotta keep inching forward, and it'll come! Am glad you like, and be
warned, SS! has, like, 20 chapters...
...Rubix-Complex:
Zexy needed a confession, am glad you had fun with mental images!
Sorry about the homophobic parents, I'm semi-dealing with that. My
mom's tolerant, but doesn't like a lot of them, even though half my
friends are bi and the other half are fangirls--or fanboys, in
Cardboard Near's case. Parents are blah, dun worry too much!
...Metal
Chocobo: I can't
imagine a homeless Zexy with a pile of stuff and a broken leg, seems
too... depressing? Zexy probably would do the taxes... I never
thought of that... but his strong suit's science, lolz. Even though
he's a genius in everything... man, now I wish Zexy could be coerced
into doing my homework, waah.
...blackkeyblade:
teehee! Mullet Mohawk boy, that's just such a cute nickname! Squee!
...Gentle
Kit: Hehe, niiiiice.
Demyx needs a cape and underwear on tights, he's such a super-hero.
...Ranchdressing:
Teehee, crashing on his mini-orgasms bed, how funny. But srsly,
massages are so pleasuring when they're REALLY good... make ya just
wanna squeal then sleep for a really long time. Teehee.
...Ishihara
Kiyori: Teehee, ja.
He's so tolerant of them, though, but it's kinda... strange, I guess.
Considering how one kid's bi and the other's a sadistic bitch... they
must have a helluva lot of beer in the fridge...
Thankies! LoveLove!
Whispered
Melody
.xvii.
Love
How I'm So Incomplete
Saturday.
Ocean... sand, faint salt, fresh laundry... chocolate?
Demyx was jumping. He could feel the bed rocking as he tried to roll onto his side, seeking warmth. But with all this rocking and bouncing... he just didn't understand. Demyx bounced a few more times, stopped, and spoke. "And... you're completely sure, right? Not just tuggin' at my heart strings? ...uh-huh... Yes!" He resumed his childish bouncing, and Zexion groaned, loudly.
The blond continued his conversation, pausing for a moment. "Hmm?" He bounced once. "Oh... Zexy had to spend the night... he got kicked out... his landlady's a meanie, that's why! ...no, I didn't talk to her... am not gonna tell Axel! Tidus, shut up!" He started bouncing again. "You're silly, Tidus, Demyx doesn't sing lullabies! I just gave him a massage... no, that is not code for sexing him up, you idiot!"
By this time, Zexion had sat up and stretched out his hand, and Demyx promptly gave him the phone. Tiredly, he muttered into the cell, "Just the music, now stop making Demyx this hyperactive in the mornings or I'll be forced to cut out your tongue, your fingers, or any other dialing or speaking body pieces and feed them to you intravenously. Do I make myself clear?"
Demyx was even frightened by that threat, and slowly sank to sit on the bed as Zexion hung up the phone. The small one handed it to him, and he stared at it dumbly. Zexion merely curled under the blankets and went back to sleep. He woke up an hour later to odd sounds coming from downstairs. As he sat up and attempted blinking tiredness from his eyes, he spotted the source of the chocolate smell. A bar sat on the bedside table, with the name "Zexykins" scribbled in metallic marker. Zexion opened and promptly began to munch as he headed off to find Demyx.
Pancake batter... odd sort of greasy substance, cologne... and the Ocean that was Demyx.
The blond was currently laughing as Tidus and Riku smacked each other with spatulas in the kitchen. Zexion sent an inquiring look to Demyx, wondering why two of the band members were there, and why they were letting the pancakes burn. The shorter blond and his silver-haired friend seemed just fine ignoring the pancakes and seeing who could beat who's head harder with the plastic device, a source of amusement for the singer.
"You guys are morons... oh, hey, Zexy!" He ended up grinning happily as he spotted a slight chocolate stain on Zexion's lower lip and Zexion could just feel him resisting the urge to lick it off.
"Oh look," Riku said with a slight smirk, quickly grabbing Tidus's spatula. "All-about-the-music Boy finally woke up."
Tidus spun and stared for a moment, then quickly grabbed both spatulas from Riku and crossing them in front of his chest. "Please don't kill me," he whined, slowly backing up. Once he reached Demyx, he slowly slid behind him. "I like my fingers and kinda need my tongue, but I'll be quiet, promise!"
Zexion blinked. Had he threatened Tidus? Oh... right, the phone... He slowly placed his crutches to lean on the counter, Riku staring in confusion at Demyx's hidden giggle as he took a threatening hop forward. Tidus made a small squeak, and Zexion hopped again, a hand holding onto the counter to steady himself. Once he reached close to Demyx, he grabbed hold of Demyx's hand, letting the blond help hold him steady as he leaned over and snatched a spatula. He then handed the spatula back to Riku.
"Let's not burn the pancakes," he said calmly, then looked over at Tidus. "You thought I was serious? Really now... don't waste all the pancake mix..."
Tidus looked up at Demyx, who smiled playfully. "Zexy likes pancakes. Might kill you if ya burn them..."
And Tidus was quickly next to Riku, back to fixing pancakes. Riku was still rather confused, but he was grinning at the dirty blond's sudden wish to cook. Demyx merely helped Zexion further into the kitchen and smiled.
"All awake and happy now?" he asked, poking the smaller one's cheek. At Zexion's tired blink, he grinned and let his weakness for sweets get to him, sweeping in for a small kiss. Zexion could feel Demyx's tongue brush against his lips and quickly pulled back, a fleeting look sent towards Riku and Tidus--both were too focused on the pancakes to notice, though.
Zexion blinked after a moment, then pointed to the fridge as a distraction tool, showing Demyx where he as headed as he started side conversation. "Your kitchen's rather crowded..." he murmured as he tried to navigate his way to get the orange juice. "What's with the party?"
Demyx grinned as he tugged out six glasses from a cupboard. "Good thing you asked!" He took the carton of juice one Zexion pulled it out, and began to fill the cups. "You won't believe what happened!" Zexion continued to stare, and as he set the carton down, he let out an uncommonly girly-sounding squeal and started bouncing again. Riku reached over to grab his shoulder and hopefully stop his hyperactive movements, and Tidus shoved him.
"We got a gig. Like, a real life, actual gig," the other blond replied. Demyx shrieked again and went running from the kitchen. Zexion stared at Tidus, who shrugged and grinned.
"Does he... do this often?"
Riku shook his head, focusing mainly on the pancakes, though he had whipped out his phone and was text messaging someone again. "No, not usually, only when he's really excited. We've never actually opened for any bands before."
Tidus nodded. "Yep. We're opening for Lucky Strike."
"Good work. When is it?" Zexion nodded slightly as he grabbed his cup. Truth be told, he had absolutely no clue who Lucky Strike was. He had never truly gotten into music, only mild classical--his father always called rock and all other forms of music the Devil's Influence on all teenagers, trying to turn them into sin. It could've been one of the main reasons Saix kept getting punished. He just never got into much after that.
Of course, now, there was the Melodious Nocturne to change that, and the Fall Out Boy from a CD Axel made him listen to, and two songs from Treasure Magnet, but that was it. He stared rather plainly over his juice at Tidus, who began to explain how it was in two days but none of them were sure how they could get to do it. Riku still had school, Tidus' mother was rather overprotective, and Larxene wanted a five-hundred dollars if she was going to let them use her car.
None of them had five-hundred dollars. Tidus snuck out often, and Demyx knew how to hotwire the car--he picked up a few bad habits from Axel's friends--but Riku was rather iffy on having a truancy. They were in the process of fabricating an elaborate excuse. Something along the lines of "grandmother in the hospital" appeared but Riku's grandparents had died a while ago. Very late condolences were murmured.
Demyx had come back into the room with a wide grin, jingling keys in one hand. "Okay, Larx says she's staying at Marly's again, so we get to use her car!" he announced with a grin. "So long as we don't scratch it, run up the mileage, or get drunk and stain it, we're good!"
"Remind me to hug her next time she comes out here," Tidus said with a grin. "But who's driving?"
"I can--"
Riku coughed. "You wrecked your car last time you drove."
"Hey!" Demyx pouted. "That so wasn't my fault! It was another driver, and he's paying all the damage!" He glared for a moment, then pocketed the keys. "Fine, Zexion can drive. But I'm holding onto the keys until then."
Zexion almost choked on his drink, looking up. "W-wha? Me?"
Demyx grinned. "Well, your car's really cool lookin'... so I kinda..." He looked down and touched his index fingers together. "...Made a trade with Larxy..."
Zexion almost dropped the cup. "You traded my car?" he asked.
Demyx whimpered. "Only three days..."
Zexion was still staring. "My CAR, Demyx. My car!"
Demyx was slowly inching out of the kitchen, hands up in protest. Zexion ended up pouncing on him, straddling on him as he stared at him, their noses touching. Demyx squeaked softly, looking at him with fearful eyes. "Please don't eat me," he murmured.
"My car, Demyx?" Zexion said softly. "Get this... I worked six months as a pizza delivery salesman, took four loans, and babysat nineteen different children to purchase that car. It's been paid for completely for three months... I've owned that car for three months... any harm comes to that car, and you're buying me a new one with your rockstar paycheck."
"B-but... I don't have... a rockstar paycheck," Demyx whimpered.
Zexion smirked and came down even closer, leaning over Demyx's ear. "Then you'd better start making one, shouldn't you?"
Before Demyx could respond, his father had trudged from his room, yawning and stretching as he made his way to the kitchen. He seemed curious as to know who was cooking, and immediately paused when he spotted Zexion and Demyx.
"Um..." He blinked and then sighed, rubbing his temples. "Demyx, you have a bedroom for your sexual deviancy, be a decent gentleman!"
Demyx flushed, and Zexion sighed as the man headed into the living room. "Tidus and Riku are making pancakes!" the taller one called out, as if the thought of food could clarify why Zexion was straddling Demyx in the middle of the floor. He soon looked back at Zexion, who had leaned back down to glare at him.
"You're paying for any damages," Zexion said darkly, then sat up and shrugged. "I have no problem driving you guys, kinda surprised I've been invited."
Demyx grinned. "Of course you're invited! You get a backstage pass too, so you can meet Lucky Strike with us! Anyway, I can't go that far without you... we're staying overnight, and I like my cuddle bunny."
"Cuddle... bunny?" Zexion squeaked, his cheeks pinkening. That was a new nickname, and a tad embarassing. He looked away, carefully moving to stand, and Demyx grinned as he sat up, but he stayed silent as Zexion hopped back over to his crutches. He ended up sitting on the couch, mentally debating if Cuddle Bunny was worse than Zexy-poo, when he heard a crash.
Demyx was soon rushing into the kitchen to save the pancakes, Tidus's fingers--which he began to burn by accident--and Riku's hair--which somehow caught on fire. The blond ended up fixing breakfast for six all on his own as Riku bandaged Tidus's hand and began to glare about having to trim his hair. Zexion found more entertainment in their glaring and horrible, elementary-school insults which kept ending with "Your Mom" than he did in the local comedian on television.
Soon, Demyx walked in the doorway and, very loudly, and somewhat musically, he yelled, "Breakfast, ya buncha lugnuts!"
"Lugnuts?" Tidus asked, looking at Riku.
Riku ignored him, fighting back a giggle at the latest text message. Larxene trudged out, completely uncaring of the large amount of male company her brother had staring at her and her lack of full attire--she wore only a short shirt with rather lacy panties, and even Zexion caught himself staring. His dad took his food to go, deciding not to bother eating with the "kids", as he called them, and shut himself in his room. The rest of them took over the dining room table.
"Larxene," Demyx whined as he stole the syrup from her. "Why can't you wear any pants?"
She flicked him off, then shoved Tidus's face away, for he was pointedly staring downward. "I live here, so I can wear whatever I want."
"But you're making it look like you're easy," Demyx teased.
She would've reached over and slapped him if Tidus hadn't begun laughing at that. Zexion was sure there was something happening between Tidus and Larxene, maybe one of those rather more-hate-than-love relationships, and she began attacking him, reaching to grab her knife, and Demyx hurried over to save his bandmate by tackling his sister. The chair went down quickly and Demyx was flung from Larxene, who glared, tugged down her shirt, and began to stomp after him.
"Aw shit... Dad! Larxene's tryin' ta kill me!"
Larxene smirked. "I won't be trying for long, don't worry about it!"
They vanished around the corner. Cid was soon trudging from his room to find where his children had vanished, mumbling swear words under his breath. Zexion looked to Riku, who was back to messaging on his phone. He shrugged mildly. "Don't worry about it, she always tries to murder him when Tidus comes over. Because Tidus is a whore..."
"Am not!" Tidus said, standing up. "But hold on... gonna go try and save him." He soon ran down the hallway, and Zexion merely blinked.
"Is it always this chaotic?" he inquired.
Riku nodded. "Pretty much. Larxene doesn't like Tidus, ever since that really bad marker incident back in third grade."
"Marker... like Crayola markers?" Zexion questioned. A yell came from down the hall, and something shattered, but Zexion tried to ignore it.
Riku nodded. "Yeah. They were in third grade together, and Tidus really liked Larxene since she liked playing with the guys. But she hit him every time he tried to hold her hand. So one day he gave her a marker, and after she smacked him with it, he tackled her and drew all over her face. Then she beat the crap out of him and got suspended for two days."
He pushed a few buttons on his phone, then looked up, shrugging. "Demyx told me first time I came over. She was trying to decapitate Tidus with a plastic spork, and I just had to know. It's pretty ridiculous... they're still at it since third grade..."
Demyx finally stumbled into the dining room, dropping into his seat next to Zexion. Sighing, he rested his head on Zexion's shoulder, and the smaller one pat his head gently. "I left Tidus... there's only so much I can take of her trying to kill me," he murmured.
There was a loud crack, and soon Tidus walked out, shrugging his shoulders weakly as he tiredly grinned. His right cheek was bright red, and the imprint of a small ring was glowing right below his cheek bone. He dropped to sit down.
"Slapped ya, huh?" Riku asked.
Tidus nodded pathetically. "Again, yeah... I don't get it. Most girls think I'm irresistable."
"Most girls aren't Larxene," Demyx murmured. "She's gonna kill you next time, I bet... wonder if she still wants her panca--"
"Don't touch my pancakes!" Larxene yelled.
They all left her plate alone and began to eat, Tidus challenging Demyx to a speed-eating contest of five pancakes apiece. Riku shrugged and merely ate calmly, and Zexion, still rather stunned by this odd incident occuring in front of him, barely poked at his. The violent blonde soon returned to the room, in a miniskirt and midriff, which wasn't a significant change from the simple T-shirt, and sat down.
"So..." Demyx tried to start off mild conversation. "You sure you're not coming to our concert, Larx?"
She shrugged. "Sorry. I'll see if Marluxia wants to make the drive, but he really wants to drag me shopping. Anyway, you're taking my car, so how would I be able to get there?"
"You could use--"
Demyx silenced. The look in Zexion's eyes glared and screamed "You're ABSOLUTELY DEAD if you offer my car. MY CAR!" He looked down at his pancakes and shrugged.
"Get Marluxia to take you," Riku suggested. "Doesn't he like driving? And doesn't he have, like, a wicked sweet car, too?"
"No, it's a Nissan P.O.S." Larxene sighed. "He's got road rage like a soccer mom running late for her kid's first game." Sighing, she shrugged. "But I'll see. After all, I just love Lucky Strike." Her cruel sneer as she licked syrup from her fork was there just to smite them. They weren't a huge band yet, unfortunately.
"Xena, you're mean!" Demyx whined.
She merely grinned. Zexion blinked, then prodded at his pancakes, kinda wishing they were blueberry. This plain ol' Maple Syrup just wasn't cutting it anymore.
Wait. Rewind.
Zexion liked plain things. He liked them simple and consistent with his day-to-day activity. School, studying, sometimes food, and hopefully sleep. Maybe television or a movie if he was bored enough. That was it. He had his system worked out, and it was a very nice system. Then Axel stepped in, and Larxene let him reach under her dress, and Demyx all but raped him in his own living room...
And then Demyx killed his organized system, that was right.
None of that explained why he was in Demyx's house, with Demyx's sister and bandmates, letting Demyx feed him pancakes.
Rewind faster, then pause! When did he let Demyx feed him pancakes?!
He sighed when Demyx held up another forkful and he opened his mouth and leaned forward. Perfectly capable of feeding himself, with his own fork... why was he still absently stabbing his own pancakes?
Nevertheless, he had been coerced into living here, just agreed to play chauffeur, and was now letting Demyx shovel pancakes into his mouth. Could it get any weirder?
.xvii. end .xvii.
I'm just overly excited. School is completely over (high school, blaaah) in approximately 4.5 weeks. WEEKS. Not years, months... weeeeeeeeks. And I'll be officially a High School Graduate! Which means I have 4.5 weeks to post 9 chapters. Can I manage? Yep!
Quot-age.
"It's
official. You're an idiot."
-Tea,
YGOTAS (by LittleKuriboh)
:Darkness Princess.
