Yay! I'm a very happy person right now!

And I love you all!
...Hikari Aiyano: Yeah, motion sickness totally sucks. I'm gonna get hit with it at least twice on my 6-8 hour ride across Texas. Eep! Yay for band! -giggle-
...thexrealxdemyx: You were, indeed, 200. Great job! I like your bubbles. So mah smut didn't suck, great! Yaaaay!
...Mina The Forgotten Memory: -gives you a chill pill- Man, you're, like, SPAZ TO TEH MAX-ETHGndhklfdn. Kawaii desu! But d00d, what a pairing, I never thought of that. -puts it in the "weird ideas" area- Tidus and Paine... hmmmmm... yeah, Tidus is indeed a whore.
...Metal Chocobo: So I guess the vague idea of screaming really does flash "fanboy!Demyx" to people. -gives cookie for good guess- yeah... Ish nothing bad, just a bad reaction to the medication. Happened to me when I had teeth pulled (it hurts to puke when you can't take the painkillers, btw).
...hanakitsunechan7: Nah, no overdose!Demyx, just a bad reaction. -gives cookie for good guess- Teehee, Ritsuka... I was actually thinking Watanuki from xxxHolic, in a dress, mixed with some Fai. -giggle- It's actually A-kon with a K, Mello is not mellow (it's not in his personality, y'know?), and heck yes, it'll be on youtube. Got your little review on the missing chappy, how cute! The people in your head are funny.
...Launch shinra: And everybody just loves an emo, eh? Am glad you like the contrasts, I love conflicting personalities. They're so great to mess with!
...Butter fly soup: Really, I just love every review. Flames go into the fireplace to keep the ship in the air, and cute reviews make me happy. Especially when random and opinionated. XD
...blackkeyblade: Teehee, am glad juu likey! Shall have to base something about that bath scene now...
...Honto.Kawaii.Neko-chan: Yay, new fish for the grill! I mean... -giggle- Zexy's sometimes oblivious as an emotionless rock. Yay!
...sesshomaruhasafluffytail: D00d, I'm taking a picture with you! We should plan a meeting place (I sent a message, but I think the email system is faulty) so we should plot. I should be there early Friday, and mebbe Thursday too. Am exciiiiited!
...SeventhSenses: I think bad things were just happening with the internet... but I'm glad juu like! I try to keep it up, trying to meet mah graduation deadline.
...darkchild: Shall do!
...AnimeDragonofFire: Yay! I'm happy, thank you! You make me feel so special. -gives you fake medicine to heal fake illness- And LK is made of awesome and win. Y'know, he's dubbing the whole movie? I thought Keemo was spelled with an I, though... I dunno, he's always "the guy with the hair".
...Silva-trees: Yay! I know if Saix were my brother, I'd run away (no matter how sexy he is, he's SCARY). And you know me, I'm a cliffie fan. And the driving thing... you only need one foot to drive, and that's the foot Zexy didn't break. I like your little button thing, that was adorable.

Yay! Thanks to all those people!

Whispered Melody
.xix.
Leave Me With Nowhere To Go

The screaming was almost unbearable. Loud and high-pitched, almost horror-movie style, screeching and echoing through the hotel room. Zexion was guessing it lasted around ten seconds before it finally stopped, and Demyx's hyperactive voice was heard pleading, "Can I marry you?"

Marry?

Okay, yeah, now Zexion wasn't happy. Grabbing his crutches, he began to move from the bed, taking a few awkward, three-legged-dog-like movements towards the door as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Two figures stood in the doorway. A girl with spiky brown hair, twisted in the back to flop over her eye, stood in front of a distant, brown-haired male and a male. Her outfit oddly reminded Zexion of that little lolita boy, only with more black and chains and less lace. The one behind her, thankfully, was clad in clothing suitable for typical males, in a black suit and white shirt.

"Uh, Demyx, hon... you can stop bouncing," the girl said with a slight smile. She looked over her shoulder at the quiet male and her smile grew. "He's cute, don't ya think?"

The man's eyes narrowed. "Whatever," he muttered.

Demyx was staring in awe at this point, and soon jumped back. "Oh... come in, come in!" he invited. He pulled the door open a bit more and spotted Zexion out of the corner of his eye, gasping. "Oh... oh, oh, this is Zexy--erm, Zexion..."

Zexion gave a slight wave. Demyx was getting excited over these two people, and he had no idea who they were. He could only stare evenly as the unhappy-looking man took a step in and chose to stay near the doorway as his girly pal walked in more. Weirdly, the girl came in and touched Demyx's hair, and he swooned, even as she waltzed past the blond and stopped to stand in front of him.

"Why hello there, cute little crippled friend of Demyx," she greeted, touching his cheek.

"Hello." He stiffened and asked stiffly, "Who might you be?"

At the question, Demyx gasped, loudly, then had to bite back a scream. In response, he turned to Zexion and squealed, "Lucky Strike! Lucky Strike's in my hotel room! And I'm only in a robe! Oh my gaaaaaawd!"

Zexion blinked. The girl next to him chuckled, and the brooding man rolled his eyes. "Oh..." That explained... little to nothing. It did tell why Demyx was screaming like a hyperactive fangirl, but that was about it. A famous band stood in his hotel room, and he just about didn't care. This seemed to bother the one by the door.

"He reminds me of Rikku," she spoke idly. "It's actually very adorable..."

Zexion's eyes narrowed again. And the one in the back smirked slightly. "Looks like you're making somebody jealous, Paine," he said coolly.

"...'m not jealous," Zexion muttered.

She smirked slightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, sweetie, I'm not gonna be the fantasy of your little boyfriend here," she told him. "I just like hearing him scream, it's kinda cute."

Demyx was staring at her, cheeks red. "You... think... it's... cute?" he whimpered. He looked very faint at this point, staring up at her in a dreamy fashion.

She walked over and cheerfully smoothed down his hair, then touched his nose. "So I heard you're sick..." she said softly. "Poor thing... gonna be well by tomorrow, right?" At his murmur of a gaping 'uh-huh', she smiled. "Good. You'll wanna meet Rikku tomorrow, when she's in her game mode... I swear, she's like an animal on sugar, and Squall was stupid and gave her pixi-stix."

"I did not give them to her," the man behind her interrupted coldly. "She stole them from me."

Demyx blinked. "I can buy you some!" he said quickly. "Can I buy you some?"

The man, Squall, almost cracked a smile, but quickly shook his head and turned away for a little. "No, I'm good," he replied. "Thanks for the offer, kid, but I'll suffice without the sugar."

The girl, who Zexion figured was probably Paine, leaned closer to Demyx's ear and loudly whispered, "He thinks it'll ruin his figure."

Squall's eyes narrowed. "Do not, Paine," he muttered dully.

Zexion found himself smirking slightly. Demyx was trying his hardest not to giggle, and almost squealed again. A cell phone soon started going off and the Paine smirked slightly. "And who has One-Winged Angel as their ringtone?" she asked smugly.

Demyx raised his hand sheepishly. "I just love the song!" he said, hurrying to find the pants he left it in. He tugged it out and then scowled at the number. "It's my sister..." Flipping it open, he answered dully, "Hallo, Larxene..."

Zexion glanced over at Squall, who he noticed was watching him curiously. "So you're his boyfriend?" the rocker asked. "Didn't know Demyx was gay... except for the Rikku comparison..."

"Your gaydar's faulty," Paine replied, smacking his arm. She soon turned to the injured one and smiled slightly. "Don't worry. Squall's just a mean little boy. But I think it's very cute."

Zexion blinked. "Okay..."

She tilted her head again, then smiled slightly. "You really have no clue who we are, do you?" she asked him.

"Not a one." He shrugged slightly. "The band needed a driver, and I was getting pancakes out of this. So... you guys are basically worshipped by Demyx, I'm guessing, which means I'll get a good second impression tomorrow..."

"Second impression?" Squall asked, delicately raising an eyebrow.

"Larxene, shut up, Paine would not want to talk to you because you scare small children!" Demyx hissed into his phone.

The three near the door paused and turned around, staring at the young musician. He blinked as he looked up, smiling sheepishly at the group. "Um... let me call you back, kay?" he muttered, and quickly closed the phone. "Oh, yes... hello!"

Paine blinked, then smirked. "Actually, your sister seems pretty interesting... scares children?"

He nodded. "Yeah... she made a kid cry."

The woman's smirk became more malicious, and she nodded slightly. "Now I'm tempted to give that chica a call," she told him. Before she could speak more, her phone buzzed, and she answered it calmly. "Mariott's Rice and Noodle shop, how may I help you?" Demyx and Zexion exchanged looks, then stared at her. "Uh-huh... and you want that delivered? ...okay. That'll be seventeen ninety-two. Yes, I'm serious; what, ya want me to sing it to you?"

Demyx forced back a snicker, and Zexion had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from smirking. They weren't quite sure if she was truly talking to someone or not, but it was rather amusing to listen to. A few seconds passed before Paine hung up and smirked.

"Rikku is very gullible," she explained. "See, that's my way of avoiding spam callers. Some hang up, but Rikku actually orders noodles... and it's always a different place."

"Last week, she sold ice cream over the phone," Squall chipped in dully.

Demyx actually giggled for a few seconds, but ended up looking away, seeming a bit dizzy. Zexion touched his shoulder calmly and frowned, but the blond was back to smiling a few seconds later. "That's funny!"

Paine looked at him calmly. "Ja. You should try it sometime, really... it's funny, the reactions you get. Once, Squall answered, got so pissed he almost broke his phone."

She moved towards the younger singer, ignoring Squall's shocked look and his unhappy words of "Did not" as she approached him. Placing a hand on one cheek, she gently kissed the other. "There, now you can tell all your friends that you were just kissed by Paine. A get well present, okay?"

He nodded, his face bright red. "T-thanks..."

"Uh-huh. See ya tomorrow, hon."

And the two were gone, leaving Zexion staring coldly at the doorway, Demyx looking at the ceiling in an odd sort of bliss. A few seconds of silence passed between the two before Demyx began bouncing cheerfully towards the bed, crashing onto the mattress. "I... was just kissed... by Paine of Lucky Strike!" he squealed.

Zexion moved towards the bed and glared slightly, then sat down, dropping his crutches to the floor.

"Zexy?"

He peered quietly over at Demyx, trying to fight back the look of irritation. The blond shifted over, his smile dissipating a little as he looked up at his boyfriend. "Zexy, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Zexion said quickly, turning away. Hair fell into his face and he bit back a frown. No need to get jealous... after all, he wasn't going to just leave Zexion for a singer in a band. Was he? But.. if he became famous, started making that rockstar salary... would he really want just some poor, deranged, tiny teenager as his boyfriend? He'd be able to dump him, get whatever girl he wanted, whatever guy, just around anyone...

The world wasn't so small, thinking that way.

Demyx shook his shoulder slightly. "Cuddle bunny, are you awake?" he asked.

Zexion nodded, face still turned away. "I'm fine, Demyx," he said softly. "Just... a bit tired." He could excuse this on sheer exhaustion, couldn't he? After all, he hadn't slept well, and the long day getting to Traverse didn't help much. Demyx nodded and hooked an arm around his waist, and he slowly shifted onto the mattress, letting Demyx pull him closer.

"Then we sleep, okay?" Demyx murmured. "Since I'm sleepy, too." He smiled and Zexion could hear him yawning.

"Yeah..."

Zexion shut his eyes and couldn't help but frown, really unsure if this really could last.

Maybe his father was right... maybe this wasn't supposed to happen, maybe boys really were just bad news. He almost considered taking Naminé up on her offer... but he found himself yawning, and decided he could wait until tomorrow to really consider anything.

.vi...ix.

Tuesday.

Fabric, sweat, laundry, waffles, sugar... breakfast?

Zexion found himself bolting upright as he woke the next morning. He half-expected Demyx to be lying next to him, clinging and sleeping peacefully, and the absence on the other side of the mattress bothered him. ...but maybe Demyx decided to go.

The depressing thoughts from earlier came seeping back to him, and he stared at the empty spot next to him.

Maybe... maybe Demyx was going to leave him here. Rob him of his possessions, stick him with a heavy bill, leave... it seemed so unlikely that it could possibly work. Zexion didn't understand. Lifting his hands to his head, he weaved his fingers through messy hair and gripped tightly, trying to think this through. Demyx... just leaving him... for no reason...

Except another, maybe. Maybe... maybe he left with the band.

"Really, Hayner, I'm fealing loads better."

Zexion paused. That was Demyx's voice, very close... most likely right near the doorway. He kept quiet, still eavesdropping.

"You sure? I mean, really, bud, you're still kinda pale. Just rest up today," Hayner said.

Demyx made a choked whimper. "B-but... I wanted to explore the hotel some more! They said on the little booklet by the TV that there are at least five more here!"

Hayner sighed loudly. "Look, Dem... if you're too sick to do the concert, then we lose our chance."

"But I'm not sick anymore!" Demyx protested. "Look... if I stay in here til warm-up, can I explore after the concert?"

"If you don't die..."

Demyx giggled. "Good! I can drag Zexy around, too! He was really energetic after the first one... but I'm gonna go start on breakfast now! Thanks, Hayner!"

"Whatever. Just don't choke on anything!"

The door creaked and shut and Demyx's bouncing footsteps became louder. He soon moved into the doorway and smiled. Already, he was fully clothed minus shoes, his denim jeans dark with paint stains, the shirt black, and very tight fitting. He wore a denim jacket for extra warmth, pockets stuffed slightly, and Zexion sniffed slightly.

"You're doing the sniffy thing again..." Demyx commented. "You okay? You look kinda pale..."

"I'm fine," Zexion muttered.

Chocolate.

Demyx crossed the room and stood next to the bed, shaking his head. "Nuh-uh... you're doing the lying thing, too. Zexy, what's the matter? Last night, you weren't happy, and right now, you're not happy either." When Zexion didn't reply, he dropped to sit on the bed, tugging two chocolate bars out of his pocket. "You get these if you answer me."

"I should stay away from sweets," Zexion spoke coldly. "They're unhealthy."

The musician sighed, loudly. "Zexy... what's the matter? You're usually not this quiet... and you usually go for the chocolate!"

He shut his eyes, arms crossed calmly. "Nothing's the matter."

"Uh-huh... Zexy, kiss me," Demyx ordered sweetly.

"Why?"

The blond gasped, then jumped off the bed, pointing quickly. "See? See? Something's the matter, you always kiss me when I ask!" Zexion blinked calmly in response to that, and Demyx sighed, sitting back on the bed. "And Hayner got the people downstairs to make heart-shaped waffles, too. How come you're mad at me?"

"I'm not," Zexion muttered. "Just... nothing. Let's just eat, okay?"

Demyx sighed, loud and exasperated. "Zexion, now you're just being really difficult," he muttered as he tugged the cart closer to the bed. "You're mad at me, and you won't let me know why. Every time you get angry, you don't talk to people... and it's not nothing because you're glaring."

"I am not glaring..."

"Yes you are!"

"I am not!"

"Are so!"

"Am not!"

"Are so!"

"Am no--Demyx, this is ridiculous!" Zexion narrowed his eyes, then turned away and looked at the cart. "Let's just eat, okay?"

Demyx shook his head. "Nuh-uh. Nobody's eating until you sing like a canary."

"You're the singer, Demyx."

Zexion knew he was being very difficult, and his last glare fell to the floor when Demyx sighed again. He was just hurting him, it wasn't good, and he wasn't even sure why. He sighed softly, and Demyx lifted the lid of the food.

"They have strawberry jam... have you ever tried strawberry jam on waffles?" Demyx asked. Zexion hated his tone, so simple and plain, lacking in energy. He sounded so apathetic, almost upset... nothing like the energetic, hyper Demyx that Zexion had grown to know and--love? Zexion wasn't even sure... but he knew he had just hurt Demyx.

He reached for the jam and dipped a finger into the container. "I don't like when they kiss you," he finally muttered, tugging his hand out. Tasting the jam, he looked up thoughtfully. "Not horrible..."

Demyx was gaping at him when he blinked.

"What?" he asked.

"You're jealous!" Demyx squeaked out. His eyes widened and he gaped. "You're jealous because I freaked out over the band, right? Did you... think I'd dump you for Paine or something?"

Zexion looked away. "I don't think the jam will taste bad with the waffles, but we should probably have the syrup handy--"

"Zexion, stay on subject here!" Demyx cried out, moving forward. He plucked the jam's bottle from Zexion's hands and set it on the tray, then leaned forward. "Look... I just love you, okay?" He leaned forward a bit more, pushing Zexion onto the bed. "Really. I'm a big fan of Lucky Strike, but I love you. Okay? I, Demyx Miguel Highwind, love you, Ienzo. Zexion. Whatever! Okay? Love love love!"

Zexion stared at him for a moment. Love... Demyx loved him? It made him feel so warm, this odd tightening in his chest restricting his breath, and he stared emptily, gaping. "You..."

"Love. Yes, really. But Zexy... you gotta tell me more."

Zexion was still staring for a moment, and soon frowned. "But... I don't know a thing about you. Don't know your favorite color, food... only your music... and... the..."

Demyx sighed and silenced him with a brief kiss. "Who cares? I don't know half of that, either. Just that you like chocolate and I like when I kiss you..." He planted another small kiss on Zexion's lips and smiled again. "And you like to wriggle when you're sleeping." His smile grew. "See, favorite colors only let me know what kind of tie to buy you for Christmas, and favorite food... well , I can probably figure that out."

Zexion stared at him for a moment. "Are... you serious?" he asked. "I mean..."

"You question things way too much... jeez. Zexy, trust issues much?" Demyx didn't give him a chance to respond, immediately kissing him again. Zexion found himself too confused to push away, lost in this odd feeling. Comforted... loved... Zexion melted into the kiss, his good leg wrapping around Demyx's waist as their tongues began to playfully wrestle.

The waffles were forgotten for half an hour, when finally Demyx's stomach rumbled after he had collapsed onto the pillows. "Man... I'm hungry now," he murmured softly, smiling over at Zexion.

Zexion was staring at him, breathing heavily. "You... clawed me again," he murmured. He could feel the fresh marks burning slightly, but was still reeling in the tingly after-effects as he stretched out his legs. "Demyx... do you even clip your nails?"

Demyx ignored him for a few seconds, grinning as he leaned over him to reach for the tray. "Aren't you hungry, Zexy?" he asked. "You should be... you skipped dinner last night, didn't you? When we both fell asleep..."

"Now we're dirty, Demyx. Do you know how long it takes for a shower with this cast?" Zexion asked, sitting up. He tugged the blanket up around his shoulders and frowned slightly at Demyx's lack of attention to his minor rant.

Demyx was sprawled across his lap, half on the blanket, not much of the fabric draping over his naked form as he grabbed a piece of sausage and plopped it into his mouth. Zexion glanced down for a moment, eyes scanning Demyx's bare side, running along his curves, cuts from the crash, cuts still healing, the fresh nail marks--Zexion didn't know he gripped so hard--

A sausage was lifted to his mouth, and he blinked, glancing at it. The look on his face inquired why, but Demyx merely moved it closer and smiled slightly. "You need to eat more," the musician told him. "You're small and you like to skip meals and your bones stick out."

"I'm not small, and my bones do not stick out," Zexion muttered, plucking the sausage from Demyx's fingers. With a slight look of annoyance, he bit into it, then frowned. "Needs more sugar."

Demyx turned to look at him and grinned slightly. "You are, too. You're, like, a foot shorter than me--"

"Not short, either!" Zexion interrupted.

"And you're not even a hundred pounds!" He grinned. "Zexion, you're small."

Zexion was trying his best not to pout, but the idea of controlling his emotions was failing him. This didn't happen much--sometimes, Axel forced him out of his shell and ignited a reaction, and rarely, Vexen could manage to, but he had been able to keep himself somewhat hidden from Demyx. And why? He couldn't create an excuse to why he hid himself from his boyfriend, why he kept smiles to mere smirks and irritation at a slight glare, but he was used to it.

Pouting... no, he didn't pout, he'd rather brood.

"Aww... I'm sorry, Zexy."

Zexion blinked and looked up. He was, indeed, pouting, chewing the sausage angrily as his arms crossed over his chest. "Hmph." He looked away, glaring at the floor. This... felt very odd. Though a bit upset, somewhat playfully, he felt very relaxed. Even as he stuck his bottom lip out and furrowed his brows, pouting...

"Zexy..."

Demyx shifted on the blankets, moving to lean on Zexion. He gently touched his chin, planting a gentle kiss along his jawline. "What do you want me to do to make it up to you?" he asked seductively. His hand began to slowly trail downward, along Zexion's neck--he stopped the hand at his collar bone.

"Demyx..." he huffed.

The blond let out a whine, flopping over across Zexion's lap again. "I'm soooorry, how can I make it up to you?" he whimpered.

Zexion mildly smoothed down his hair. "Sing to me," he said softly. "Any song... just... sing for me."

"Sing?" Demyx looked up curiously, then grinned brightly. "Anything for you, Zexy." A playful look formed on his face as he leaned over Zexion again, his lips right near his ears.

"You're a tricky, cruel, dangerous being,
I know you're keeping secrets
And I plan on sneaking into your mind
I plan on learning everything...

There's nowhere else I'll let you hide,
No place else to run from me...
I'm not as naive as you might think...
Not as naive as you think I seem..."

Demyx planted a gentle kiss on Zexion's cheek and leaned back, sending a longing glance towards the tray of breakfast. But instead of reaching for it, he shut his eyes and a small smile formed.

"But I plan on finding out,
I want to know the real you,
All your tender scars, your broken heart,
Let me be the one to heal you..."

Zexion blinked. This song was definitely sending a message, and as Demyx looked back at him again, a serious look on his face, sincere... he had to wonder if this song was meant to tell him something.

"I'll leave you with nowhere to hide,
I can't let you run from me...
There's more to you than what I think...
I want to see past how you seem...

Just talk to me...
That's for love..."

Demyx paused shortly after trailing off, looking at Zexion intensely. Zexion continued staring back at him for a few seconds, both of their cheeks reddening as tension quickly formed. Demyx... was definitely sending out a message. Definitely... Zexion was sure now.

They both looked away, and Demyx started to giggle. Zexion looked down, huffing as he released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

Who knew the music could be so intense?

Demyx had moved over to the tray and held up the waffle. "Aww, look, Zexy! It really is a heart!" he squealed happily. "Do you want the left side or the right side?" Lifting up the knife, he planned on cutting straight down the middle.

Zexion stared at him.

"Um... Zexy? Earth to Zexy, waffle-munching time!"

The smaller one blinked, noticing Demyx dancing the waffle in his view. His boyfriend grinned. "See, Zexy? Waffle..."

Zexion merely blinked and nodded dumbly. "Y-yeah... waffle..." He shifted closer to Demyx as the blond began dousing them in syrup. Demyx... Demyx was going to be his downfall, he was sure. But he figured he wouldn't hate the ride down.

"Wee!" Demyx squeaked. "Looky, Zexy, the crumb is drowning! See?"

Zexion blinked. "And you're older than me?" he muttered, reaching for the bottle. "Gimme that... you'll go into sugar-shock...and where's my candy bar?!"

"And who's gonna go into sugar-shock, Zexy? Hmmmm?" Demyx asked with a grin. He pulled it out of his pocket and began to unwrap it. "Maybe I should just eat this... you're so small, the sugar will go straight to your head--"

"Gimme that! I'll bite you!"

...they never really got to the soggy, syrup-doused, heart-shaped waffle on the tray as they fought (and bit, in Zexy's case) for the sugar.

.xix. end .xix.

Hiatus Warning:
There will not be another chapter until Tuesday. Almost a full week. Why, you ask?

CORPUS CHRISTI BAND TRIP TO DA BEEEEEEEACH!

In the words of Joey Wheeler from LK's YGOTAS: "We're goin' to da beach!"

Yes, yes, lucky me. -grin- First time to the ocean in 12 years, and I wanted to give you guys at least one chapter before I leave (tomorrow morning, lol). So here! Yay!

Quote-ness!
"I'm glad I took all those child-grabbing classes!"
-Keemo, aka the guy with the hair, YGOTAS (by LittleKuriboh)

:Darkness Princess.