Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdm Hearts, for if I did, it's never be done. I'd get too lazy to finish creating it. Cause I'm that lame. ._.
Don't believe everything you hear.
Dinner was filled with painless topics, them mostly consisting of questions about Xion and her brother, seeing as Demyx's mother was rather nosey and didn't quite know her place in matters. But the few times that the blond peeked up to catch a glimpse of their guests (more like Zexion), they didn't seem too uncomfortable with her behavior. Which made the night, if only a little, easier.
They talked about Namine's crush, who she refused to reveal after Xion even mentioned it. Her brother felt sympathetic towards her, her pale face flushed pink in embarrassment and twiddling her fingers underneath the table in attempt to distract herself from thinking about it. Demyx on the other hand, happened to know who the person was and agreed with her reasons for secrecy.
They talked about Larxene's boyfriend, and the events leading to their breakup. Apparently he was a drunk who had a knack for gambling, which the eldest Cerise sibling didn't seem to mind back when he was winning rather than losing all the hard earned cash Larexene had been making with her new job. One night she got fed up, and kicked his sorry ass (butt, their mother corrected later on) out the front door.
They talked about their father, despite the awkwardness it could potentially bring to their guests. Lyza was reluctant at first, but she was a woman who stuck to her promises(unlike their father, she reminded them, eyes glued to the figure of her only son), so she continued on about how he was doing well, and that he loved and missed his children. Demyx noted, mentally, that she always neglected to mention the significant other of her ex husband.
The rest was mere babble. There were times where silence plagued- the clacking of forks and knives, the clearing of throats, and the faint hum that tickled Demyx's throat- made it all the more unbearable to be at the table. Somehow though, Namine and Xion always found a way to get a conversation started, if only for a few moments of time.
And then their mother broke through it.
Purpose shining through her eyes.
"So Zexion," Lyza sat back in her chair, noticing how her son's fingers danced against the hard wood of her tables, then looked to their house guest when the wretched noise ceased to exist, "Tell me a little more about this night my son played."
Demyx's head shot up, heart halting in his chest. Would he tell?
"There's not much to tell, Ms. Cerise-"
"Call me Lyza, dear," she said with a disbelieving smile.
"-Lyza. As your son said, he performed, well, and I liked it. I merely recognized him from the stage. He's not hard to miss, after all." Zexion's eyes were fixated on the plate in front of him, almost mesmerized by the subtle clank his fork made when it hit the circular object. "He's quite talented."
She didn't seem to care too much about her son's incredible talent, no, she never really had. She wanted a successful businessman as a son or rather, but Demyx had qualities that separated him from his mother's goals- a lust for creativity, a passion for music- qualities she refused to accept. "That's nice, isn't it girls?" A signal for the female siblings to leave the table.
Larxene abruptly stood up, picking up her plate with a wry smile. "Namine, Xion, why don't we go wash some dishes."
The girls all filed into the kitchen, while Demyx on the other hand, seemed to slink farther into his chair, almost certain he was trembling. "Is that all, Demyx?"
No. "Yeah, mum, why would there be more to the story?" Ever since his father's departure, his mother had learned the act of assumption, suspicion.
"I never know nowadays," she said, tapping her fingers along the bottom of her dining room table. "Sometimes, I wish you kids would tell me the damn truth. Little shi-" Zexion stood, picking up his plate abruptly.
"Lyza, despite your unnatural need for affirmation from your children, I do believe Demyx has a right to personal space, as do I. I find it rather irritable actually, to see how you behave towards your children-"
"Zexion," Demyx eyed his mother, swallowing, trying to speak. Anything.
"-No, please. Ms. Cerise, I understand that you want to be apart of your childrens' lives. I understand that a woman like you would be worried about the sexual and emotional relationships your children share with significant others that you yourself, do not know. The fact that your son and I conversed once, does not mean anything like that, and I refuse to sit here and be accused of something I was not a part of." The slate haired male took a breath after his continuous rant, picking up the empty plate in front of both Demyx and his mother, and brought the stack to the kitchen.
Lyza slumped back in her chair, staring blankly at the wall in front of her. Her son peeked over to steal a quick glance at it as well, but found nothing interesting. Beige. Just beige.
He let out a small sigh. "Hey, we have dessert out here! Who wants some?" One of his sisters offered, Larxene appearing with two small plates of cheesecake, Demyx assumed, store bought.
"Let mom have some, I'm not hungry." He stood up from his chair, letting his eyes watch the line as they all came back into the dining room, one by one. Everyone had a plate except for Zexion, whose arms were crossed over his chest, whose face bore no significant expression,whose eyes made occasional eye contact with the musician.- who, in return, looked away and to his mother to see her poking at her food.
"Demyx, why don't you show Zexion around the place?"
He tried to protest, but it was too late, the guest already agreed.
Pushing out of their chairs with small squeaks, the blond gestured him over to the staircase, where they ascended. Zexion observed the many photos that graced Demyx's own childhood home; school pictures of the siblings, neat and posed family portraits, all evenly spaced, lovingly placed. "They're nice."
"We're a fucked up family, you know that, so you can drop the compliments." Demyx replied when he finally reached the top, hands shoved into his shallow pockets. "I wanted to say thanks. I know the last time we saw each other, we weren't on the best of terms. So I wanted to say sorry as well."
Zexion laughed, quiet, but just loud enough to send the blond's heart into a frenzy of confusion and feelings. "I'm the one who came to you, yelled at you for something so pitifully idiotic, and then decided to seal the deal with a drunken kiss. You shouldn't be apologizing, Demyx."
There was that word again.
Drunk.
It didn't seem right, using that word to describe what happened. He would have known, right? He wasn't so oblivious or gullible to believe that- but Axel insisted, Zexion encouraged, he.. Demyx wasn't exactly sure what it had been, but he did know what it wasn't- spontaneous and drunk.
Okay, so maybe there was a possibility. But the chances had to be low.
"Are you sure?" He whispered softly in a questioning tone.
Zexion didn't even bother to raise an eyebrow. "Sure about what?"
They slowly made their way down the hall, passing by the bathroom, Namine's room, his mother's, and a few others Demyx didn't bother to introduce. "And this," he halted in front of a fading blue door, "this my old room."
"You never answered my question."
"I don't know if I could consider it a drunken kiss," Demyx shrugged lightly, hugging his arm to his side while he shifted his weight in an awkward manner. "because I don't know if you were exactly drunk."
His eyebrows narrowed. "Are you calling me a liar?"
The blond shook his head rapidly, attempting to keep his bright eyes from going wide. "No! I'm not calling you a liar, I was... I'm sorry, sometimes I speak my opinions before thinking and.. I'm sorry."
Zexion sighed, taking a moment to think things through, unlike the male in front of him. And then, dragging the taller male into the bedroom, he let the door click shut behind them.
Demyx was alone again with this person. This time, the air didn't smell like alcohol nor a night club bathroom, but like the ridiculous scent of forest pine, which happened to be his mother's doing- it killed the moment.
Wait, what moment?
He was not having another moment with Zexion Iliuzija. Not in his family home.
But the other's body language begged to differ. He took small steps, gradually coming closer to his slender frame, placing a hand on the musician's cheek. "Let me prove to you I'm not a liar." Their lips met for the second time in the past forty eight hours, not so much a colliding force, more gentle, yet firm. Like he was trying to prove a point.
Demyx melted under his touch, aching to deepen the kiss.
Afraid. He was never as impulsive as Axel when it came to physical affairs, and having Zexion, kissing him like this... frightened him. He was merely a stranger, but already, he felt connected through the kiss. He felt those theoretical, metaphorical, whatever the hell they were, sparks. And the smaller man couldn't deny them either, by the way he clung to the kiss.
The blond's hand shook as he raised it to the male's side, cautiously placing it on his hip bone, relief rushing through him when he didn't pull away. Just as their tongues went to meet, Zexion pulled away, aiming to catch his breath.
"There. A difference right?"
Quite honestly, he hadn't noticed with the euphoric way his heart pounded. "Yeah, a difference. I believe you."
His mother had always taught him to not believe everything he heard. Half of the world told lies, and the other half were the people who believed in them. She 'aimed to teach her children to be neither of these people.' But right now, not believing Zexion, meant he'd lose something. Zexion himself. Not that he really had him anyway.
"I should get going... Long ride home." Demyx scratched his head, pulling his hand away from the male's side.
"Thanks for showing me around," he mumbled, turning on his heel in haste to head for the door. The blond stopped him, scrambling around the room before coming along an old notebook and a pen, quickly writing a series of numbers.
"My number," he clarified, tearing a corner of the page off to hand it to him. "I broke my cell phone not too long ago, so it's my home number, but... If you ever want to hang out, or just call.." Zexion nodded, stuffing the paper into his pocket, practically running out the door in his quick stride.
What had just happened?
Demyx said his goodbyes to his family.
A gentle sister who wished him well with his job.
A big mouthed sibling who ruffled his hair, a grin taking ahold of her features.
A family friend who said she had enjoyed meeting him.
A mother who kissed his forehead, told him she missed him.
A stranger who stood there quietly, looked him straight in the eyes;
'Bye Demyx.'
He smiled kindly. It was all he could do to refrain from running out the door.
The drive home seemed too short. Demyx may have spent hours in his car, but with all the thoughts that flooded his mind, he became easily disoriented when it came to time. What was two hours, seemed like twenty minutes.
And he couldn't go straight home.
He drove by Axel's house, though he of all people knew that Saturdays were his busy nights at the club and he wouldn't be home until early the night morning. Sighing, he pulled into the driveway, wishing the redhead's car was sitting there; an invitation for him to come in- make himself at home - vent.
The blond stayed there for a while, eyes closed, distancing himself from the world. That was one thing he loved about Axel- he somehow made it possible to pass down his calming effects to even his driveway.
Finally, he managed to turn the key in the ignition and drive off. It wasn't like he could stay there forever (although he'd like to). Ten minutes or so later, he was opening his front door, thankful he was out of his mother's reach. He just couldn't deal with his mother if he tried.
He wandered into his kitchen, checking over his list. He hadn't really done anything new, but he put a check next to rule number seven. (Don't believe everything you hear.) He had to admit he went against that rule today with Zexion. Another check to the rule about kissing boys, which wasn't a surprise. Lately, he'd been breaking that rule left and right.
He backed up, taking in the view of the paper. He had so much he had to do, so much he had to prove. He dropped the pen onto the counter, letting out an aggravated grunt.
"This sucks."
You couldn't have said it any better buddy, he thought, hitting the play button on his message machine. Maybe, if life decided to be nice to him at least, one of the messages would be Zexion.
The first two were busts (mom calling about being late), the third a message from Axel while he was on break, asking him to call tomorrow when he woke up, and the fourth his landlord. Rent was due soon, blahblahblahblah... He just didn't care.
It was the fifth message however, that caught his attention.
"Demyx..." It wasn't Zexion's voice that said his name. "I guess you're not home right now. I can't blame you, it is a Saturday night, and you're still young. I'll try calling back soon, or you could call me or something. I just want to talk to you. I love you, Dem."
It was his father's.
A/N: You must really hate me. I feel really bad, and I send my deepest apologies out to my readers. I had a lot of crap going on, from Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep, to the first month of school where things are hectic... It's just been a crazy two months, and I am a very lousy writer and an amazing procrastinator. From now I, I think that some of you should PM if I hadn't updated for a while. I read the reviews today and that encouraged and inspired me to write the rest of this. Sorry if it seems rushed! I added a scene just for my readers (coughkisscough) that I wasn't originally planning.
Lots of love, review, whatever. (: I love you guys.