I know, I haven't gotten an episode out this week, so I hope you'll forgive me for that and take this chapter as a token of my gratitude to all my readers and reviewers. We wanted to make kind of a cute little music thing, so we decided on an easy song that both me and Alec (Zexion) knew by heart and we're dedicating this to everyone who reviewed and favorited/alerted. This is for:
-thewateryfiredrummer
-MrMissMrs Random
-HeartlessNobodyNamine
- -JansenFriedh827-
-Your-Spellx.X
-Dance Of Flame
-Keys2theKingdom
-emorocks91
-Volixia669
-ReinaSasuke
-Clarilune
-Anonymos1996
-key-to-memories
-Your-Gothic-Angel
-and a lot more that I don't have room to acknowledge. Thanks ya'll!!!
BTW: This is a song from "Rent" and it's kind of a musical conversation.
Zexion watched as a dirty blonde in raggedy jeans and an old band T-shirt walked through the door to his run-down apartment, an unlit candle in his hands. Zexion looked down at himself for a second before returning his gaze to Demyx. He was in the same outfit he'd been wearing when he first saw the blonde smiling at him from a lower apartment in the building (dirty old jeans and a ripped flannel shirt over a white T-shirt).
"What'd you forget?" he asked.
"Got a light?" Demyx asked back, still smiling as he walked closer with his candle.
"I know you, you're…" Zexion stopped mid-sentence, noticing the small shiver running through the taller body. "You're shivering."
Demyx shrugged. "It's nothing, they turned off my heat. And I'm just a little weak on my feet. Would you light my candle?" He noticed the slatenette's stare. "What are you staring at?"
Zexion shook his head, averting his eyes. "Nothing," he replied. "Your hair in the moonlight. You look familiar." The blonde wavered slightly. "Can you make it?"
Demyx's smile never went away. "Just haven't eaten much today at least the room stopped spinning, anyway." He saw Zexion staring at him again. "What?"
"Nothing," the slatenette replied, quickly lighting the blonde's candle with a match. "Your smile reminded me—"
"I always remind people of," Demyx interrupted, moving a little closer. "Who is he?"
"He died," Zexion replied quickly. "His name was Vexen." (a/n: wtf was I thinking?!)
Demyx turned and blew out his candle before turning back. "It's out again," he said. "Sorry 'bout your friend." He held out his candle. "Would you light my candle?"
Zexion lit another match, relighting the wick. "Well," he started.
"Yeah?" Demyx asked hopefully, the wax from the candle dripping onto his fingers. "Ow!"
"Oh, the wax," the slatenette noticed. "It's—"
"Dripping," the blonde finished, a sly grin on his face. "I like it between my—"
"Fingers!" Zexion hurriedly finished, chuckling lightly. "I figured. Oh, well. Goodnight."
Demyx watched as the shorter turned away, blowing out his candle again and pulling off the fraying old blue scarf that was around his neck, dropping it to the floor. He started for the door before turning around again and walking further into the room. Zexion turned around to face him.
"It blew out again?" he asked.
"No, I think that I dropped my scarf," Demyx replied, dropping to his knees to look in the dark apartment.
"I know I've seen you out and about when I used to go out," Zexion said, noticing the blonde's candle. "Your candle's out."
Demyx sighed, crawling around on his hands and knees. "I knew that I had it when I walked in the door," he muttered. "It was pure. Is it on the floor?"
"The floor?" Zexion asked. He stopped when he saw the blonde reaching under the couch.
Demyx smirked silently, knowing exactly where the slatenette was looking. "They say that I have the best ass below 14th street," he said. "Is it true?"
"What?"
Demyx leaned back, looking over at the shorter behind him. "You're staring again."
"Oh, no," Zexion tried to cover, blushing lightly. "I mean, you do have a nice…I mean…You look familiar."
"Like your dead boyfriend," Demyx said, rolling his eyes.
"Only when you smile," Zexion corrected, "but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else."
Demyx grinned again. "Do you go to the Catscratch club?" he asked sweetly. "That's where I work, I dance."
"Yes," Zexion said, finally recognizing the blonde. "They used to tie you up."
"It's a living," the blonde muttered, shrugging.
"I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs," the shorter said.
"We could light the candle," Demyx said, holding out his hands. "Oh won't you light the candle?"
"Why don't you forget that stuff?" Zexion asked. "You look like you're 16."
"I'm 19," Demyx corrected, smirking. "But I'm old for my age. I'm just born to be bad."
"I once was born to be bad," Zexion said. "I used to shiver like that."
"I have no heat, I told you."
"I used to sweat."
"I got a cold."
"Uh-huh, I used to be a junkie."
"Well, now and then I like t'—"
"Uh-huh."
"Feel good."
"Oh, here." Zexion picked up a small bag filled with white powder off the floor, recognizing it immediately.
"What's that?" Demyx asked in interest.
"Oh, candy bar wrapper," Zexion lied, sticking the bag in the back pocket of his jeans.
"We could light the candle," Demyx said, stepping even closer. "Oh, what'd you do with my candle?"
"That was my last match," Zexion said, sitting down in an old armchair.
"Our eyes will adjust, thank god for the moon," Demyx replied, straddling the shorter's hips in the chair.
"Maybe it's not the moon at all," the shorter suggested. "I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street."
"Bah humbug," Demyx said, smiling. "Bah humbag."
"Cold hands," Zexion noticed, taking one of the blonde's hands in his own.
"Yours, too," the blonde said, feeling one hand. "Big. Like my father's." He grinned again and pulled the slatenette up out of the chair. "You wanna dance?"
"With you?" Zexion asked.
"No," Demyx laughed. "With my father."
"I'm Zexion," the shorter said.
Demyx smiled, circling around the slatenette and grabbing the bag in his pocket. "They call me," he said, "they call me, Demyx." He held the bag out in front of the shorter, a smile still on his face.
***BLOOPERS***
"He died," Zexion said. "His name was Vexen." He stopped, shaking his head to rid himself of the thought. "Vexen? Em, what were you thinking?"
Emilee shrugged, kicking at a rock on the floor. "I wanted to make it kinda like the original song, but the ending was totally off 'cause it didn't rhyme."
"You are so dead when we are through with this, water boy," Alec said, crossing his arms.
"Aw, I'm too cute to die," the brunette pouted.
"Damn right you are," Alec muttered, ruffling her hair slightly.
"Don't touch the awesomeness that is my hair!" she whined, looking in the mirror to see if the boy had done anything to Demyx's wig.
"They say that I have the best ass below 14th street," Demyx said. "Is it true?"
Nobody answered.
"Zexion?" Demyx asked, yelping when he got slapped. He wiggled out from under the couch, glaring up at the shorter nobody. "Zexy!! That hurt!"
"Sorry, Dem," Zexion apologized, helping the other up. "I'll be sure to kiss it better later."
Demyx stuck his tongue out at him.
I love that song. And the ending was so off because it rhymed in the real song but it's kinda impossible to find anything that rhymed well with Zexion and Demyx, so I did the best I could. I hope ya'll liked it and you can expect an episode out this Sunday. *holds up three fingers* Scout's honor.