Ear Kiss

Naminé/Zexion

His long piano fingers hit the note as it echoed the room. His white room filled with only a black piano as well as himself in the small room. He closed his eyes as his hands roam in such a fast manner as the piano notes play loud and a dark manner. He had no one but himself and that's all he needed.

A knock in the door interrupted him as he cursed whoever was at the door. He stood up as the chair screeched on the white tile floor. The door opened to find his father standing there with a cigar in his mouth. His father was tall, demanding, and long grey hair.

"Xemnas. Didn't expect you here. I would have made the place cleaner and served you tea" the son said sarcastically as he knew it was useless to close out his father. He scoffed to himself hoping he would go away but that was also useless.

Xemnas frowned "enough. You know why you are here. You tried to suicide yourself so you must be contained in this room. No windows or anything but a piano. You need to learn to stop Zexion and be that happy child you once were" he spoke in a fatherly way. He indeed did care for Zexion and wanted the only best for him but he seemed more miserable then ever.

Zexion gripped his hair as he swiveled toward his father with such anger "just leave me alone. No one can help me. Not you or anyone. It is none of your business so just let me end it" his head felt dizzy as he motioned left to right.

"…Playing the piano I see. I heard. As usual it was in such a dark tone that I needed to stop it. Be glad that is the only thing I will let you keep in here" he held his son upright but Zexion smacked his hand away. 'Stop. Stop it. I don't deserve this.' Zexion thought.

Xemnas sighed, "look. I read and asked of what I should do about your suicidal depression. You need something to be passionate about. So I am assigning you on a date with one of my co-workers. She is a nice girl-!" soon he was almost met with Zexion's fist but Zexion missed purposefully as it made a dent in the wall. 'That would add to the others' Xemnas thought sighing out of his nose looking at his son.

Zexion pulled back his fist "don't drag your co workers to make them date me. Force them to hang out with me. I'm not to pity Xemnas because it would be a waste of time" he spat venomously.

The air was thick of tension as they stared into each other's eyes. Xemnas rubbed his temples in frustration wondering if he was really the father of his demon child who is suicidal.

"Fine. Then I will allow you for one day to go around town and find something. If you find none then you will be forced to be on the date. Understood?" Xemnas stated as he turned to walk out.

Zexion chuckled darkly "how do you know I just won't kill myself?" he stared at the back of his father's head as his father stopped. He could tell the man was smiling and it pissed him off a great deal.

"Because you don't have the guts"

With that he left out the room locking it from outside as always. Zexion fists shook violently as he stared at the floor hoping it would be enough to break it and he would fall then die. Unfortunately nothing happened. Tomorrow he would be let out after a whole year.

He stared at the piano as it called out to him. He trudged himself on the chair once again and played the keys in a sorrowful manner but later stopped losing the inspiration.

-…-…-…-

He woke up not wanting to get up. What was the point? Then he remembered that he was being let out to the world. The wicked world and he smirked at it. Maybe a bus will run him over.

He dressed in jeans and a black shirt with old converse. He looked at the doorknob as he turned it slowly as if it would break. It was opened to his full surprise. Just like that?

He stepped out feeling his legs wobble a bit. He then felt a feeling of déjà vu remembering a year ago where his father dragged him here in this room. He left the thought as he realized that he was outside already. His feet had taken him out and into the city life of the world.

People were talking their lives out on phones, texting, driving, or maybe just sitting around doing nothing. This was life as they proclaimed it. He stuffed his hands in his pockets walking around. He did wish he had the guts to kill himself. He didn't. He was always halfway and never finished off. Why was he so weak?

He realized he stopped and looked up. 'Wonderland'. 'What a unusual name' he thought to himself. He stepped in the store realizing it was a bookstore filled with pages and literature. He hasn't had a book in ages.

He touched tentatively the books and felt a burst of connection as he stripped the book from the shelf. It was dark blue with some collecting dust and the pages were brought in then out. 'Character' he thought pleasingly.

"That is a good book to read!" he heard a voice from the side of him. He turned to see a petite woman, curvaceous in the right places, shoulder length blonde hair and closely looked to see brown strands, and blue eyes into that small face she had.

He blinked "excuse me?" he wasn't usually the one to be approached by anyone because of his aura. His aura was unwelcoming so it caught him by surprise.

She pointed to the book "it's a good book, about a man who tries to find life, love, and happiness. He does but in the most weirdest ways and has an interesting perspective" she smiled so brightly he thought she was trying to blind him.

He closed his eyes for a second then opened them to look at her and tilted his head slightly "Hm" was the only sound he made. "I'll be the judge of that. How much?"

"It's not on sale. You are free to read it here. Wonderland is about reading books in a quiet place and not to just buy" she smiled once again

He sighed "that's stupid. How do you plan on paying for everything in this place?" he stared at her wondering how could she. It was a pretty big shop he must admit.

She frowned slightly "it's not stupid and that is none of your business. It is just paid by my other job" he quirked a eyebrow in a suspicious manner "…now you have my interest. That is something I have not had in awhile. Do you prostitute yourself…what is your name?"

"It's Naminé and no! Ugh. Of course a man would assume such a thing" she spat frowning at him. Zexion decided he did not like that frown but her smile was much more attractive. He just smirked to himself for the woman had amused him.

He sat on a chair as he opened the book to begin reading. He could feel her stare at the back of his head.

-…-…-…-

He closed the book as dust flew in his face as he coughed. He adjusted his bang as so and got up putting the book in the right order. He had been here for most of his day. It was merging to eight o'clock. 'Tsk' he thought.

He stared at the storeowner as she shuffled papers and said goodbye to other people leaving the place. He couldn't help but feel a little drawn to her, drawn because she was just too damn happy.

"So Naminé. How long have you had the business?" he asked as he leaned forward on her counter. He could smell her scent from here, a bit of a floral scent.

Not floral. Wrong choice. It was sweet. Kool aid punch sweet. He hasn't had those since he was a mere child.

She stopped shuffling papers to look up to see him close up to her face. She leaned her head away from him in response. "Ummm. About a year ago when my grandfather had left this shop to me for my use" she felt herself not able to think properly. She did admit she approached him because he was attractive and he seemed fascinated by her shop.

He chuckled slightly "that's funny. I was gone away a year ago. Here I am back from that year. My feet lead my here. Was it to meet you?" he asked teasing a bit. He was surprised at his behavior but kept going wanting to see a response. 'When was the last time I flirted? Not since Jane Hanson' he thought.

He should have stopped. He was a suicidal depression watch and she was a ray of sunshine. He didn't think of death when he was talking to her. He didn't notice as his hand made its way to her face brushing a small strand of blonde and brown. He felt her pulse beneath his fingertips. He heard her breathing picked up a little.

She didn't know how to answer. She was dumbstruck since and now it was showing more than ever. The last boy who had broken her heart was Roxas S. Jullipent. She never felt this enchanted feeling, as she never wanted anything more than now was for him to kiss her.

Zexion didn't want to. He was bad for her in so many ways and she would just get caught up in his mess. Though he would satisfy both of them. He whispered, "I am enchanted to meet you" as he kissed her ear in an E A R K I S S. "I shall be leaving" he turned to leave.

Naminé touched her ear and stared at him "wait! I don't even know your name! Are you coming back?" she asked desperately but not too eagerly. She held her ear watching him stop.

"Zexion and that depends on the situation. Maybe I will or won't come back. Goodbye Naminé. You are a breath of fresh air" he stepped out the glass door and went on to home.

Naminé was struck wondering if he would come back but stared at the door hoping he would just come back inside. She wiped her black apron from the nervousness at his close proximity. She never acted toward a guy like that and she wasn't about to lose him either. 'He will be back I hope' she thought. Her face turned red for a first time since ever.

Zexion stepped in his tiny confinement room. Xemnas would probably come in the morning to check if he was back in here. He stepped on the piano chair and let his fingers loosely play.

It was a happier tune. His eyes closed thinking of her scent, erratic breathing caused by him, her eyes, and pulse. He didn't deserve any part of her and wished he could stop himself to seeing her about.

He knew he couldn't. The notes played in a happy tune but ended in a sad manner. The first finished piece since he could ever remember.

'He found something' Xemnas thought behind the closed door smiling a bit. He left and walked about the darkness going to question him tomorrow.

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A/N- please forgive me for not updating. I needed the right inspiration for this. Please enjoy. I will not tell you what happens if he does come back or if something happens. Hm! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. Check out my poll!

Day Thoughts: school is over. Yes! I hope everyone likes this one! Took time out of me!