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 the nice reviews and to the watchers!! -bows- Here is the next 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 3
The next day Zexion opened his eyes and noticed all he could see was a yellow haze. He blinked a few times in confusion and reached up, feeling the texture of paper being stuck to his forehead. It turned out someone had stuck a note on his face. Ripping it off he sat up. He rubbed his eyes and folded the note open.
Dear Zexion,
Sorry for unceremoniously sticking this note onto you, but I couldn't think of a better place for you to find it! And this was the only place I could think of that would surely make you notice my note! ...
He laughed softly at Demyx' logic.
… Anyway, we have a very important meeting at a record label company today and we all had to be present to give an audition! So at the moment you're home alone… We'll hurry to be back as soon as possible! Please make yourself at home! If you want to take a shower, go ahead, I already arranged some towels and you can fetch a change of clothes from my closet. Pick whatever you like! We also left you some food in the refrigerator!
In small writing he had added, "You're so thin, you need to eat more! D: " And Zexion smiled quietly to himself again. The musician wasn't exactly fat either.
We'll be back before you know it!
See you soon!
Love, Demyx
Zexion turned the note and found a P.S.
P.S. If we come back and find out you have left without telling us, it would be very rude and I will hate you for ever and ever and ever!
Smiling Zexion fell back on the bed and read the note a few more times. He would secretly treasure this. Gently he folded the paper and left it on the nightstand. He already felt much better than yesterday, but he really needed a shower.
Opening the bedroom door he glanced into the hallway and living room. Demyx was right, the apartment was completely deserted. Taking his chance he gave himself a tour. The living room was small and attached directly to the kitchen, only separated by a small bar-like table. The walls were covered with posters of their band and pictures taken during concerts. There was a small flatscreen TV with game consoles and a large, tiger-print couch of the most horrible kind.
Then he started to look for the bathroom. He opened a few doors in the hallway and found there were four bedrooms in total, which Zexion found weird because there were five band members if he remembered correctly.
Shrugging he opened the final door to the bathroom. There was a toilet, a bath -which was also a shower- and a small sink. On the edge of the bath were the towels Demyx had promised him and Zexion smiled subconsciously. He picked up the soft pieces of cloth and inhaled their scent. He had always been well at detecting scents and these smelled so good it made him feel light in his head.
Slowly he turned on the hot water and undressed himself. He figured the bandage could come off now, his head didn't even hurt that much anymore. Gently he removed the bandages and examined his head in the mirror. It seemed the wound had closed, he just had to be careful not to get it too wet. And with that in mind he stepped into the shower.
He loved the feeling of water touching his skin, cleaning him of everything he had done. Standing there in the shower he remembered how he used to stand in the shower for hours with the cold water turned on. He used to stand there as long as it took for him to go completely numb. It soothed some of the pain, at least for a little while.
Zexion shook his head. Things were different now. He found some shampoo and quickly, but carefully washed his hair. As he dried himself of something else jumped to mind. When he had awoken the day before he noticed he was wearing different clothes than at the concert. Who had changed his clothes? He hung the towel around his shoulders and wrapped his arms around himself. Had they seen? He looked at his arms, under the bruises they were full of old, white scars.
Zexion shook his head and messed up his hair. That was a long time ago. Things were different now. Repressing the rest of the memories he finished drying of and wrapped the towel around his waist. He needed to find himself a clean set of clothes like Demyx told him. With his face flushing he remembered the note saying he could pick something from Demyx' closet.
He hurried across the hallway into Demyx room, trying to escape the cold air brushing against his skin. Heart beating in his throat he opened Demyx' closet and glanced inside. He was welcomed by the guitarist's scent and he took a moment to take it in. He then examined the inside of closet. Most of the clothes were bands shirts, black shirts and shirts in different shades of blue. Zexion picked a black tank top that seemed smaller than the others and one of the oversized blue vests. The pants would be a problem though, Demyx was much taller than him. So instead Zexion picked what looked like dark blue three-quarters pants for Demyx that fitted him perfectly.
He looked at this odd combination in the mirror and shrugged. They were nice, warm… and belonged to Demyx. He sat himself on the bed and leaned against the large bedframe at the head of the bed. He sighed. He liked being here somehow, but he figured he would need to leave as soon as possible. He definitely wasn't a people person. He buried himself in the oversized vest and started to doze off a little.
A few minutes later he could hear the front door open and the band coming in. His door opened and Demyx bolted in.
"So, how did it go?" Zexion asked before the blonde could say anything. He wished he hadn't asked. The blonde's face fell immediately and mumbled something about other bands and false promises. Demyx fell silent for a while, shifting a bit on his spot. Then he tried to change the subject. "H-have you eaten anything yet?" Zexion shook his head. "Don't worry! I'll make you something right now!" And he watched as the blonde used this excuse to rush out of the room again with some new found enthusiasm.
After he left a few curious eyes glanced inside the room, Zexion recognised them from the posters and the concert. They were Riku, Axel, Roxas and Marluxia.
"Um… hi." He said eventually when nobody said anything. He figured the least he could do was introduce himself, he was staying at their house after all. "I'm Zexion."
The mood cleared and they laughed, walking into the room.
"The name's Riku" The tall silver-haired guy said and pointed at the other band members. "These are Marluxia, Roxas and Axel!"
"Got it memorised?" The redhead teased.
The smaller blonde guy kicked him in the shins, "Axel! Don't be rude!"
They all laughed, even Zexion cracked a smile. He felt really uncomfortable with all these people around him, staring at him like he was some kind of strange animal. However, he shook hands with all of them and they rushed off to the kitchen to tease Demyx about something Zexion couldn't hear.
The only one left in the room was the pink-haired drummer Marluxia.
"Hi, my name is Marluxia." He said and shook hands with him, "I treated your wounds while you were out." Zexion cringed, Marluxia noticed, "Don't worry, the others didn't see."
Zexion looked up at him and felt a bit more reassured. Then he cast his look at the ground, "Don't tell them. It was a long time ago."
"I know." Marluxia send him a smile and sat next to him on the bed, "Your head looks like it healed up nicely… do you mind if I take a look?" the shorter one nodded and let the pink-haired one examine his head. "I used to be a med student and your injuries didn't seem to be too serious so we just took you here after the concert. I hope you don't mind too much…" He finished his examination and sat back, "Seems like the wound has closed, that's good. Just take it easy for a while okay?" He stood up, "Oh, by the way… is there anyone we can call for you? Your family must be worried."
Zexion looked down, "I don't have a family… there's no one to call…" He looked up to send the guy a polite smile, "I live on my own… Thanks for asking though."
"If that's the case… will you please stay one more night?"
Zexion couldn't deny the fact that he would like to stay a little longer around the blonde guitarist, so he agreed, even though he didn't know exactly what the drummer had meant.
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A/N: Hope you liked it! Please review! :3
I'm working on the 4th chapter which will reveal some more about the main characters. It might take a little longer to update because I want to make sure I tell the story well!