On Stage

A/N: This is the first story I ever submitted here! So please be nice...
I hope you enjoy it! Let me know! Please no flames, I will not react on them. If you have comments you can just tell me, not rant about it.

Thanks for all the nice reviews! bows Here is the second chapter!

Warnings: This fic will contain shounen-ai / yaoi with Kingdom Hearts pairings ZexionxDemyx and AxelxRoxas, and maybe others. The rating is PG13, maybe I will make it higher in the future.

I do NOT own any of the Kingdom Hearts characters, this is just fanfiction.

On with the story!

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Chapter 2

Blinking against the light Zexion opened his eyes. For a moment he tried to define where he was, but his surroundings didn't match with anywhere he had been before. He felt he was lying in a bed, covered with a warm, soft blanket. Not the rough fabric of his own. He closed his eyes again, trying to focus. He shifted to get a better view of the room he was in, but hissed at the sudden pain that shot through his head. He quickly reached up and felt a bandage that was wrapped around his forehead. Had he been hurt? Slowly memories of what had happened the night before came back to him. During the concert he was forced outside and beaten up by a few maniac fangirls. Then he remembered something else and blushed. He had had his first kiss.

A day ago he didn't even know the band. But after having a bad day he decided it was time for some distraction and bought some last minute tickets to this concert. Music had always soothed him. He hadn't expected much of it, just another band. But the minute the curtains opened he stood face to face with the most beautiful person in the world. Even if he wouldn't admit it, it made his chest feel tight and set hundreds of butterflies loose in his stomach. He touched his lips. And they… they had kissed. Feeling embarrassed he hid his head under the covers. How could this have happened?! He had never felt like this. He was the mute Zexion, intelligent, silent, alone. He usually avoided people, and people avoided him. He liked it that way. But this feeling was completely new to him. It made him feel giddy just thinking about it.

He lowered the covers a bit so he could glance around the room, finally being able to properly focus his vision. The room was completely blue, with a bookcase, bureau, and a big window on his left. There were many posters of the band 'Re-Organisation'. Zexion was able to spot the blonde guitarist he liked on all of them and learned his name was Demyx. Then his eye fell on the arrangement of instruments in a corner of the room and his heart skipped a beat. There, in the middle of all other string instruments was Demyx' guitar he recognised from the concert. It was a silvery blue decorated with bubbles and small fish.

Zexion clenched the blanket. D-did that mean… he was in his room? Demyx' room?! He gulped. And in his… B-bed? He nearly squeaked and buried himself in the covers. Oh my god! This couldn't be true!

He couldn't help but inhale the scent from the covers. Demyx' scent.

He heard some talking in the hallway and glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Zexion had to admit the thing was kind of cute, with little fishes swimming around it in a circle. The glowing lights told him that it was late in the afternoon already. How long had he been here?

Slowly he raised his sore body to sit on the edge of the bed. He took a moment to recollect himself from the sudden wave of dizziness that hit him. He then noticed he wasn't wearing the clothes he had worn last night. These were larger and wider, making him look even thinner than he already was. Thankful for the long sleeves he wrapped his arms around his torso in an attempt to preserve the warmth of the bed.

He had to get home. He had obviously caused somebody trouble already.

Leaning heavily on the wooden frame of the bed he carefully raised himself to his feet and wobbled over to the bedroom door. When he opened it he was welcomed by five pairs of eyes staring at him. On the couch short blonde guy and a fiery redhead were watching something on TV, a tall guy with silvery hair stood in a little kitchen preparing something to eat and at the diner table a guy with pink hair and –his heart skipped- his favourite guitarist were playing a game of cards.

"Ah!" Demyx exclaimed, pointing at him in awe, "You're awake!"

Zexion took a few steps back and slammed the door back shut. His brain had trouble processing all this information. Not only awoke he in the bed Demyx, it seemed he had awoken in the apartment of the whole band!

He could hear footsteps rushing over at the other side of the door and he turned around to get back to the bed. His mind swirled and vision blurred, he really needed to lay down for a minute. The door opened behind him and someone rushed in. Just as he felt he was falling someone caught him and helped him to the bed. Zexion closed his eyes, trying to collect his thoughts.

"You shouldn't be up yet…" someone said and he opened his eyes again, coming face to face with his favourite band member. He looked worried, but Zexion felt too dazed to say anything. Feeling dizzy he closed his eyes again. Slender fingers brushed some hair out of his face and he shivered. "Just get some rest okay?"

"S-sorry for the trouble…" Zexion whispered as he dozed of, back into the land of the unconscious.

Demyx sat himself on the edge of the bed and watched him sleep. Despite the bruises he still looked like an angel to him. His violet hair fell down in small strands around his pale heart-shaped face, covering one eye completely. He loved his eyes, they were a weird mix of gray and violet. They entranced him.

In the doorpost stood Marluxia silently watching them. He frowned, this guy was really going to stir something up. But maybe he could be of some help to the dirty blonde. He nodded to himself and reassumed his seat at the dinner table. Yes, he needed this guy to stay a little longer. Sneakily he glanced at Demyx' cards.

Zexion awoke hours later with a start. He regretted sitting up immediately as his head protested with pain and dizziness. After holding his head for a few minutes the feeling faded and he glanced around the room, suddenly remembering where he was. It seemed like darkness had already fallen outside. He also didn't hear anything from the living room anymore so he assumed they had either all gone to bed or out. He wondered where Demyx was at this moment and realised he was sleeping in his bed, so the blonde probably had to sleep somewhere else.

Getting up slowly he made his way to the door and opened it as quietly as possible. The lights were out, but he could clearly make out a figure on the couch. He stood there for a moment trying to determine what to do. Should he quietly leave?

Before he could think of an answer though, the figure on the couch moved. "Hey, you're up?" Demyx asked and Zexion was happy it was dark because his face flushed. A small light was switched on and Demyx yawned, getting up. "So, how're you feeling?" When he didn't get an answer he walked over. "Come, sit down." He said as he guided the smaller boy to the couch, "Would you like some tea?" Zexion nodded, the tight feeling in his chest not leaving.

Demyx made them two cups of tea and sat himself next to him. They both felt extremely uncomfortable and avoided each other's gaze. When their gazes crossed however neither of them dared to turn away. They stared into each others eyes for a moment and Demyx smiled. "Yes, it was definitely you." He stated and sipped his tea. Then his smile turned into a worried frown and Zexion felt the need to apologise. Fidgeting, they both bowed at the same time and apologised.

"Sorry for intruding!"

"Sorry for dragging you on stage!"

The both looked up again in surprise and then a feeling of relief washed over both of them.

"S-sorry for that… kiss…" Demyx said frowning and looked away, "It probably caused the shape you're in right now…"

"N-no!" Zexion said, "I- … um. It's okay. I.. uh…" he stammered and then whispered, "I liked it…"

Without looking at each other they subconsciously touched their lips.

"Y-you can have your bed back now if you like." Zexion said breaking the silence.

Demyx set down his tea on the small table in front of them. "No, that's okay… you're a guest after all!"

"No! I mean… I couldn't!" the shorter one stammered, "I probably should go home… I have caused you enough trouble already!"

"You can't go home now! It's the middle of the night!"

Zexion glanced outside the window, he knew he was right, but he still felt uncomfortable being here. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Let me repay my dept for getting you injured. Stay as long as you like…" his smile was the most sincere Zexion had ever seen.

Slowly he felt his mind slurring again and he felt the tea cup being taken from his hands. "Let me help you back to bed." Demyx' voice said, Zexion's vision had already blurred. He felt himself being lifted from the couch by slender, but strong arms and then moments later he was lowered back on the soft bed.

Demyx smiled at the small figure occupying his bed and turned to leave. He was stopped however by a slender hand catching his sleeve. He looked down into pleading eyes before they closed and sunk back into darkness again. The hand released his sleeve but Demyx caught it and sat on the edge of the bed for the remainder of the night.

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A/N: Tell me what you think! It real motivates me to write more! :3 working on third chapter