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And because of my promise, the fic is on my livejournal. Aka...
Whispered
Melody: The Missing Scene
kain-du-ciel(dot)livejournal(dot)com(slash)4987(dot)html
(between
chapters 3 and 4)
Thankies
to Everyone here! Plus Some!
...Ovrlord
Crys: Wowz, am glad
you like, thankies for reading it! Jeez... it's taking days now to
read? Makes me kinda happy, it's my longest fic! And I think everyone
wants Zexy to feed them pancakes. I know I do!
...Final
Remix: Sorry about my
awful timing! It's like when my friend and I watched Harold
and Kumar Go to White Castle
and wanted fries at 4 am... juu lived, ne? Stick with finger-food
until morning!...or make pancakes and put 'em in the microwave until
the middle of the night!
...Lunaa:
Thankies! I'm real excited. I found out it's not all that hard to
drive with one broken leg, since ya really only need one leg for the
pedals. -giggle- Zexy can manage, he's like a superhero... only he
breaks...
...Launch
shinra: Am glad you
like Larxene. Not many do, she needs more fans. Zexy's got so many
for just being a bunny of angst, hehe.
...Mina
The Forgotten Memory:
It does
cost less to rent a car. Larxene's expensive. Your reviews are just
so cute, and... not really as cryptic as I first thought. -giggle-
Cid can be your daddy, and your new name shall be... um... Elena!
Yes... I think...
...Hikari
Aiyano: I almost
scared a kid once... but one waved to me yesterday, it made me so
happy! I love kids... -ish a dork- Parents are too nice, that's why
we have bullies in our lives.
...Butter
fly soup: To be
brutally honest... your review made me crack up. Your opinion's very
appreciated--my mom doesn't really like mah taste, either; says it's
too much Japanese and not enough black--so I am perfectly okay with
that! And ja... Zexy's the uke cuz he's small and inexperienced,
basically. Oh, and you only really need one foot to slam on the
pedals, so Zexy's good.
...Metal
Chocobo: Thankies! Am
going on good speed with these, it makes me happy. Lesson to learn
from Tidus: don't ever piss off Larxene.
...hanakitsunechan7:
I think we're all freakin' weirdos. And no, Larxy and Marly have
something going on, teehee. And, erm... kill the peeps guy, he'll
attack your brain power then you'll be like "PWND". -eating
happily- yum yum, thankies!
...Frozenwithoutfear:
Aww, you're so sweet! And, erm, sorry... I'm having Hyde's babies,
and I'm naming it Chibi Laruku. So what if he's married! We can take
care of that! ...erm... Okay!
...thexrealxdemyx:
-sounds the bugle- THE
200th REVIEWER. Yay!
Your so-called bad review is great. Goot job, you earn smut!
...Ishihara
Kiyoshi: Tidus just
got on her bad side from Day One. I think he has a habit of doing
that. -giggle-
...Rubix-Complex:
I know I got messed up when my schedule got screwed over. I think
Zexy's got OCD Tendencies. Thankies, am glad you likey!
...Xemagirl:
Am glad your Zexion approves of this! My Zexy agreees with yours...
and Muse!Mello says hello. -shoves Axel in a closet-
An
Unconscious Axel is shoved into a dark closet with bleach poisoning
and inflation by water. Roxas gave up on him, and Sora is trying to
make sure he doesn't poke him with a pi--
...Demyx
just poked Axel with a stick and said, "Dance Water Dance!"
Axel
is... on the walls.
XIGBAR!
Get back to the teddy bear!
Zexion
sighs in a corner.
Love!
Whispered
Melody
.xviii.
Bomb
London, Tokyo
Monday.
Sugar, cologne, deodorant, pollution, and the faint ocean...
Weirder was a most definite yes for a car ride of five men. Though it started peaceful, things were bound to go wrong. Zexion could just feel it. Their trip to Traverse would take around four or five hours, if they were speedy and efficient, which they weren't, despite Zexion's planning. Riku's mother finally agreed to say he had contracted some uncommon illness which kept him on Lockdown in his room for two days--Sora actually believed it, until Riku called and said he was on the highway--and the silver-haired boy happily sat in the front seat, texting away.
Hayner was trying to learn guitar chords and eat skittles and almost found himself choking four times after he began to hum. Thankfully, Tidus and Demyx sat on either side of him and smacked his back each time, even making sure to return the skittles to his mouth after he choked them onto the car's carpet--Zexion was completely repulsed, but decided not to question. They had cranked up the radio each time they heard Lucky Strike's songs, all four of the Melodious Nocturne members knowing every word to every song, Tidus drumming with pencils on the back of Riku's seat and Hayner air-guitaring with his lucky pick.
But something was up. Demyx seemed rather calm, not quite his hyperactive, overly-bouncy self as he joined along in his bandmates' exciting car ride. Most of it was masked, for Zexion couldn't worry himself too much, focusing on the road despite how many times he tried to peek through the rearview mirror. The first time Hayner questioned it, Demyx dismissed it as nerves, and proceeded to occupy himself with Tidus's portable GameStation.
At their first rest stop, an hour and a half into the drive, Zexion turned to Demyx, who had yawned and leaned back in his seat. Riku was buying munchies, and Hayner and Tidus had stopped in for a bathroom break, leaving the couple alone in the car. "Demyx?" Zexion called softly.
Demyx opened an eye. "Yeah?"
"Are you okay?" he questioned. "You don't look so great."
Actually, Demyx looked like he had been hit by a semi. His face was pale, and although Zexion knew he slept all night--he had been right next to him, and ended up sleeping very little--he looked as if he hadn't rested at all. He was very calm, which was new and a tad scary--even at the hospital, he hadn't been calm. It reminded Zexion of Larxene's warning when she shoved a bag of medication at him, and told him to read the labels.
Had he missed something?
Demyx put on a brave face. "I'm great, Zexy. Just really nervous... I mean, it's Lucky Strike!" he said, bouncing a bit in his seat. He stopped shortly, looking up, and Zexion was sure he saw him turning a bit green around the edges.
Riku climbed into the car as Zexion frowned and reached for the bag of medicine, which they kept in the front with candy to keep them all settled. He shuffled through it, trying to remember what time they had started the dosage that morning. So it was already one, and they left at eleven, meaning they snacked after breakfast... had Demyx eaten breakfast? Zexion couldn't quite remember seeing Demyx in the kitchen until they both were hurrying on their way out--they were running late by accident, because the blond couldn't find his lucky socks.
He continued to dig to see if any of the medications said "take with food", but couldn't find any that specified. Maybe Demyx was just squeamish about the car ride. He hadn't said anything about not being in cars for long periods of time, though. Zexion turned around, ready to question it, but soon Tidus and Hayner returned, and Demyx had to sit between them to shut them up.
There was naptime, two hours smoothly passing with the radio on classical--Zexion's choice--and a pitstop for more gas, as well as lunch. Zexion figured maybe Demyx was hungry, as the five shared two extra-large pizzas after the 'popping of pills' (Hayner's lovely term) in the car before the meal. All the grease made Zexion too nauseaus to down more than two slices, he settled on taking a little rest break of his own as the rest devoured their meals. Or what seemed like the rest... Demyx's head was soon resting next to his own, and he picked at pepperoni slices on his piece of pizza.
"Demyx?" Zexion murmured, looking up.
Demyx grinned as he looked down. "Sure you don't want someone taking over driving? Hayner could probably do it, you look kinda tired..."
Zexion blinked. "You do, too... sure you're okay?"
He nodded, a sheepish look forming. "Sorry... Just not all that used to really long car trips, I guess. I'm just really nervous... we get to meet the band tonight, and I want them to autograph my guitar." He grinned happily, and a dreamy sigh escaped him, and Zexion almost felt jealous. It almost annoyed him top think that Demyx was obsessing over a band.
Then again... Zexion really didn't know that much about Demyx. No reason to get mad, anyway. He just sighed softly and nodded. "You're fine, then?"
"Yeah, just peachy," he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss Zexion gently. His lips brushed against Zexion's, and the smaller one tugged on his bottom lip gently with his teeth. Demyx couldn't help but murmur softly, and laughter chorused around the table.
Tidus was the first grinning face Zexion saw when he rolled his eyes upward, his lips still holding Demyx's captive. "Just about the music, huh..."
"So old," Hayner said smugly.
Demyx pulled away with a quick peck and grinned. "Just because you two are single doesn't mean we have to suffer!" he tried to defend himself. It didn't work out too well, for Tidus was soon pouting and going on about how he was going to date Paine, whoever she was, and Hayner told him he wasn't famous enough. Riku was back to wasting his text messages. Demyx merely shook his head as he lifted Zexion into his arms and carried him back to the car--Demyx's arms beat crutches any day--and they packed themselves back into the SUV.
And back on the road they were, filled with grease and munchies, sodas close on hand, on their way to Traverse.
Then it happened. It started with Riku, as his phone began to ring, and his perky attitude soon became a tad chilled as he argued with someone. He hung up after a few minutes, and found himself pouting, trying to call again. His only explanation was that Roxas was a lying, conniving little runt and Sora was falling for his tricks. Soon, Tidus broke his drumstick while practicing on the dashboard and smacked himself in the head, and Hayner was staring uneasily to his right.
Someone yelled "Pull Over" and Zexion immediately brought the car to the curve, to find the back seat flying open, Demyx bolting out and a few feet away from the car as he dropped to one knee and began to vomit. Worse than when Zexion was drunk, it seemed, as he shuddered slightly and heaved, one hand on his chest, the other holding onto the ground to keep himself steady and upright as he lost all he had in him. Hayner was quickly at his side, holding his hair out of his face, and Zexion frowned, pushing his door open.
It only took a few minutes before Hayner was helping Demyx back to the car and Zexion was kneeling in his seat. "Demyx, what happened?" he questioned softly.
Demyx sighed softly, shutting his eyes for a little. "Dunno... just felt really sick for a moment..." he muttered in response.
Hayner decided to take over the wheel, and Zexion crawled into the back seat, helping Demyx drink some water as they waited for him to calm down. Tidus suspected motion sickness, and they chose to settle on that, rolling down the windows to let a bit of air in the car. But Zexion frowned and stroked Demyx's hair gently. They waited until he was settled some, munching on sour gummy worms while leaning on Zexion, and soon drove to where they were staying.
If Zexion weren't so worried about Demyx, he would've been more amazed by the hotel. It was absolutely gorgeous, grand in all appearances. The Rising Falls, one of the largest and fanciest hotels to date, was seventeen stories tall, a large waterfall in the front entrance. They said there were three more, including the largest, which some thought actually went up, and Demyx seemed immediately anxious to see where they were.
"You're still sick, Demyx, and if you want any hope of opening for Lucky Strike, you're resting up," Tidus said with a grin. "Don't worry, though, we're not hanging out with the band until tomorrow, so you should be fine by then, right?"
"I'm fine now!" Demyx insisted, sitting up. Tidus almost sat on Zexion trying to keep Demyx in the car. "Leggo! I just wanna look... not gonna get sick by looking!"
"You got sick by just sitting, you might catch ebola walking in there on your own!" Tidus debated.
Of course, Zexion knew it was improbable for him to immediately have ebola from his spell of motion sickness in the car. It was enough of a threat to have Demyx crossing his arms and pouting. It was already late evening, somewhere around seven, and the sky was already dark as Riku bounced into the hotel to check them in. He returned a few minutes later with a bell hop, much to Demyx's glee.
"I didn't know they still had those!" he said happily, sitting up quickly.
Zexion rolled his eyes and leaned on him, forcing Demyx to lay back a bit more in his seat. "Keep still some, will you?" he scolded lightly. "You'll worsen your fever."
"Fever?" Hayner, who was helping to tug out a suitcase, paused and spun around. "Y'mean he's really sick?" he asked. "But... Demyx doesn't get sick. That's the guy who beat the entire flu epidemic in fifth grade!"
"And I'm not sick now!" Demyx proudly proclaimed, grinning.
Zexion sighed. "It's not a high fever, but one nonetheless." To Demyx's sudden pout, he added, "I'll keep watch over him tonight."
"You'd better," the unwell blond mumbled.
Though he didn't seem happy about missing out on their grand dinner, he figured he'd cope if he had Zexion with him. And Zexion had a feeling what they'd do--snuggle (he almost cringed, it was just odd to think about) and watch random movies on television. All expenses were paid for, so they'd probably abuse room service, too.
Demyx actually looked somewhat faint once on his own two feet, despite what he declared about being fine, and found himself letting his head droop on Riku as they headed inside. They were immediately introduced to the manager of Lucky Strike, and told that Luxord, their acting manager and main sound guy, had gotten there earlier that evening and was currently busy. Doing what, nobody really knew, but they figured it was important.
From there, they were told, by the nice Mr. Loz of JENOVA Records--who was trying very hard not to act as scary as he looked--they had a welcoming party waiting for them. It almost killed Demyx to not go, and he was soon shuffled with "the gimp" also known as Zexion up to the room they would share. Hayner and Riku would bunk next to them, Tidus and Luxord in the room across the hall--"Aww, why me? Luxord's always trying to force me into poker matches when I'm tired!" Tidus had whined--so they'd be near if any assistance was needed.
The gimp and the sick singer were probably going to have no fun that night.
By the time Zexion had gotten them settled, hopping about tiredly on one foot, Demyx had found a rather odd porno on television. He wasn't even sure why he let the blond continue to watch it, sprawled sideways on his bed as he sipped on orange juice, but he figured that so long as Demyx was content, he wouldn't have to deal with any whining.
But he found himself staring oddly at the television. There was a boy dressed up as a cute little lolita with cat ears walking on a table, and an older boy tugged him down, reaching under his dress. The fact that the boy was dressed as a lolita put a very odd look on Zexion's face, but he snapped out of his "WTF?" stupor as he heard Demyx's laughing loudly.
"Um... Demyx... this is the weirdest thing I've ever seen," he spluttered, his cheeks reddening. Porn was just confusing, and almost embarassing to watch.
Demyx giggled again and switched to the news. "Zexy, let's take a bath."
How Demyx had gotten from 'freaky lolita-boy' to 'bath' was beyond Zexion's comprehension, but he sighed and shrugged. Might as well entertain the sick, and anyway, since they were on their own, with nobody to bother them... Zexion shrugged in his nonchalant manner.
"Sure, why not."
"Yay! Bubbles!" And Demyx was bouncing into the bathroom, Zexion right behind him, helping him figure out how to run the water on the grand tub. It was just so nice and large, a gleaming white color with golden knobs. There were even extra soaps placed around, all different shapes and colors, and Demyx giggled at a shell-shaped one. Zexion bit back a smile as he emptied a small bottle of body wash under the spout.
Soon, he was pressed against Demyx, the older one fiddling with the bubbles as Zexion leaned back. He felt a bit exposed and a tad embarassed, having to keep his cast-covered leg in a plastic bag and out of the tub for good measure, his other leg unable to fold inwards due to Demyx's hand on his thigh. No actual sex had happened--fortunately or unfortunately, Zexion wasn't sure, but it was better since they were 'the gimp and the sick singer'--and Zexion found himself enjoying that bath. Soap, shampoo, washing, splashing, and a bit of kissing--Demyx was a bit frisky, and didn't mind the taste of soap (from having eaten it back in preschool)--made that a pretty nice, relaxing bath.
He hadn't had an actual bath in years... He had been prone to showers for the longest time, but made a mental note to have more of these every once in a while.
An hour later, he and Demyx were curled in the fluffy robes and towels on the bed, the radio playing one of Lucky Strike's most popular hits. The sound of a girl shouting "Bomb London" and a man echoing with "Tokyo" screeched behind them, but they weren't paying too much attention to it. Zexion was trying to get used to the song, and Demyx was trying to get comfy. He was snuggled up close, head resting on Zexion's chest, and Zexion was given a whiff of the strong shampoo Demyx had used. He found himself smiling... such nice shampoo...
"Cuddle bunny, are you sniffing me again?"
Yes.
"N--"
Someone knocked on the door, and Demyx immediately sat up, giving it an unhappy look. "Maybe it's Hayner and the guys coming to rub in their party..." he murmured unhappily. He had been rather distracted and somewhat satisfied with the bath, but seemed a tad disappointed thinking his bandmates were at the door. Who knew--it was barely after ten, it could've been Luxord or room service.
"Go see," Zexion said softly, nudging him with his good foot. "Maybe they've brought flowers and chocolates."
Demyx stuck his tongue out. "You just want the chocolate, don't you?" he muttered, but nonetheless headed to the door. When he opened it, he screamed, loudly, and Zexion was sure glass just exploded.
.xviii. end .xviii.
So I have an actual Skit Organization. We're called Super Special Awesome In America and we will be debuting at A-Kon 18. I'm so excited. My second year of cosplaying, my first time actually going as a girl! First was Envy (crossplaying a crossdresser, how odd). Now it's gonna be Sora from Halloweentown (and I get to find a Riku and go "You lied! Santa does exist!") and Mello (Chocolate Overflow -dies-) and Yoruichi (Ninja Power!).
Quotesh!
"Super
special awesome ultra special sexy transformation sequence, Go!"
-Yugi,
YGOTAS (by
LittleKuriboh)
:Darkness Princess.
