Title: My Boyfriend Is...
Universe: Kingdom Hearts
Theme: Music
Rating: PG-16
Character/Pairing/s: XalDem
Warnings/Spoilers: None that I'm aware of.
Word Count: 640
Summary: Xaldin mulls over Demyx's song choice of the day.
Song: My Boyfriend Is Music – Skye Sweetnam
A/N: If you don't like yaoi (or alternatively the pairing XalDem), this is not the story for you.
Disclaimer: If KH was mine XalDem would be an official pairing. Obviously, then, I own none of these things.
Distribution: Just tell me if you put it anywhere; please and thank you.
Xaldin was going to kill Demyx, he decided.
The boy had been repeating the same chorus over and over all day long, and even the people walking past them on the street were giving him looks (him, not the idiot singing), ranging from blatantly horrified to "Hey, how you doin'?" in nature.
All. Freakin'. Day.
Breakfast; 0700 Hours:
"Pfft, dude if you don't stop him from singing that, Xemnas might ban you from seeing each other for, like, ever!" exclaimed Xigbar as the boy poured himself some Cheerios and took his place at the bench.
Zexion giggled. The little bugger giggled! HE NEVER SO MUCH AS CRACKED A SMILE, THE LITTLE EMO BASTARD!
Axel, who was slowly burning a muffin which he had carved into the shape of Saïx's head, merely shrugged and continued his minor pyro rampage (when asked later why he was doing this, he replied "Ask Isa"; no one was willing to do this, so the matter was dropped).
In The Halls, 0745 Hours:
Xaldin heaved a sigh as the man in front of him danced to his chorus, frequently accenting the beats with a hip shake or wiggle.
"My boyfriend is the bang, the boom, the beat!"
Xaldin could appreciate that line. He made a lot of noise when he was in the kitchen, and was absolutely accepting that Demyx would sing about his rather loud cooking habits. At least he didn't set five course meals on fire as "presentation" like certain other people.
"He's beating down the door, to get to me!"
It wasn't Xaldin's fault that Demyx had locked himself in the goddamned bathroom, okay?
"You know that he's the shock, the shake, the shit!"
... Or at least that's what Xaldin thought he heard. Sometimes the line was a mumbled, as though Demyx was singing his own version of the song and not what had originally been written (while he was desperately fighting the urge to sing the original as he did so).
But Xaldin wasn't the musician of the two, and it was the last line of Demyx's chorus loop that he was most concerned about (and which brought him the most trouble).
"The needle in the groove, the grind, the grit!"
Xaldin knew perfectly well what Demyx meant by that line. No explanation needed there, and even the dumbest people in Hollow Bastion had given him looks for that one.
Especially since his companion insisted on jaggedly jerking his hips from side to side for added emphasis on each euphemism for his-
Well, you get the picture.
Hollow Bastion; Present:
Demyx turned around and grinned at him, smiling so wide that it looked like his pretty little head was about to unhinge.
"I haven't asked you yet; do you like the song I've been singing?" he asked, so innocent that Xaldin wondered if he was the one thinking dirty thoughts and Demyx was just singing.
Of course when Demyx clung onto his neck and essentially attached himself to Xaldin's front, he was back to his original assumption; Demyx wanted something.
Xaldin would put money on the "what" factor of Demyx's want.
"I do, I suppose," he replied, his companion hanging off of his front like a rag doll monkey.
"Heh, I re-wrote one line for you. The original song is called "My Boyfriend Is Music". But guess what, Xal?"
"What is it, Demyx?" he asked, wondering what it was that he was seeing in the younger Nobody's eyes.
Demyx pulled himself up and leaned into Xaldin's ear.
"I like you more than music."
He then proceeded to let go and continue on his quest to... somewhere...
Xaldin sighed, no longer caring where Demyx was taking him.
Demyx was, for all of his banter and light-"heartedness", the same as the rest of them.
He'd never, ever, tell Xaldin that he loved him.