The next day at school in science class, the teacher assigned a project. The assignment required a pair of partners to work together and write a report on a given topic. Demyx sat bored in his seat, waiting for the teacher to call his name along with who his partner would be. He heard Axel's name called with the name of another student named Marluxia. Demyx knew that was sure to be interesting. Axel and Marluxia never did get along very well in the past and can barely stand to be around each other now.

The teacher continued to call out the names of who was paired with whom. When Demyx heard his named called out with another student's he looked around the class to find the boy. He knew that name, he's heard it before. Then he saw the boy sitting in the back, the boy he had ran into in the hall, Zexion. But why was the name familiar? It wasn't only because they shared a class, there was another reason that Demyx just wasn't thinking of.

When the teacher allowed the class to go Demyx was approached by someone before he was able to get out of his own seat. He looked up to see Marluxia, the older boy's arms crossed.

"Switch partners with me," was all Marluxia said.

"Why?" Demyx asked as he stood up.

"Because I don't want to work with the idiot I was paired with," Marluxia answered as Axel came over to Demyx's desk. "Just switch partners with me."

"Shouldn't I get a say in this?" Zexion asked Marluxia as he came over. "Besides, you can't trade partners without the teacher's permission. Plus I'm not exactly willing to work with you either."

"Oh come on baby," Marluxia said and reached to touch Zexion's face, except the smaller boy took an abrupt step back. "I'm not that bad," Marluxia finished talking both about working with him and backing away from his touch.

"I'm not working with you," Zexion stated simply.

"Okay fine, guess I'm stuck with the idiot," Marluxia said, the second part under his breath but still heard by the redhead who glared back at him. "Anyways," he said looking at Zexion, "I'm coming to your house tonight."

"Why?" Zexion asked as the other started to walk away.

"You'll see why," Marluxia answered and left the classroom.

Axel shortly left too, claiming that he needed to get going to get to his next class on time. That only left Demyx, Zexion, and the teacher in the room. Zexion turned to look at Demyx.

"When do you want to start the project?" he asked. The sooner they started the sooner they can finish and get it out of the way.

"Is after school good?" Demyx asked in return. The younger boy nodded and told Demyx to meet him at the school gates then left the classroom.

Once school was over, Demyx made his way to meet his science partner at the gate. Zexion was already there, leaning against the wall only standing straight as Demyx came over.

"Your house or mine?" he asked Demyx.

"Your house would probably be best," Demyx said.

Zexion nodded and started to walk down the street in the direction of his house. The walk was silent and only slightly awkward. Luckily Zexion didn't live far from school. The two shortly got to his house and Zexion unlocked the door and led Demyx inside. Inside Demyx was in awe at his new surroundings. Everything in the house looked expensive that he didn't even want to touch anything. Everything also looked spotless, the light carpet barely had anything as a hint to a stain and the furniture didn't have a spot of dust. And he was only in the entry room.

He noticed a few pairs of shoes by the front door and suddenly became self conscious of his own feet. He moved to take off his shoes but stopped as Zexion spoke up.

"You don't have to take off your shoes," he said from the doorway that led into the rest of the house. "My parents aren't home so they'll never know. Besides, I still get in trouble for not taking mine off."

Demyx looked at the other and smiled at seeing the younger boy's shoes still on despite his parents' strict house rule. Demyx slid off his shoes anyway, just to be a nice house guest, and followed the other through the house until they got to Zexion's bedroom. The boy's room was less fancy than the rest of the house, more personal actually. Posters hung on the dark blue walls, the desk covered in papers, some put up on the wall above the desk. Zexion's bed was a queen size, pushed into the corner. It was currently made neatly, many pillows placed at the head of the bed and in the corner. Zexion went to sit at the window seat, leaning against the wall and placing a purple laptop that was left on the seat in his lap.

'His favorite colors have to be blue and purple' Demyx thought to himself as he looked around the room. As he looked he noticed an acoustic guitar that sat in a corner. He walked over to it to look at it. It was a nice guitar, looked almost brand new. "Do you play?" Demyx asked, still looking over the guitar.

Zexion looked up from his laptop to see what the other was talking about. "Oh, no," he said, "I've been meaning to learn but haven't gotten around to it." Logging out of his account, Zexion set the laptop back down and went over to join Demyx.

"If you want, I can teach you," Demyx said and picked up the guitar.

"Really?"

"Yeah, come on," Demyx said and went over to the bed. Zexion followed over and sat down next to the older boy. Once they were both sitting on the bed, Demyx rested the guitar in Zexion's lap and helped place his hands in the right spot. He put his own hands over Zexion's and guided him. "Copy this," he said and strummed a few strings in order.

Zexion strummed the same strings once Demyx moved his hand and it sounded almost identical.

"There you go," Demyx said with a smile. "Let's try this," he said and strummed a few other strings. They kept at it, Demyx strumming a few notes and Zexion copying them. Their hands often touched as Demyx helped to place Zexion's back into place, but the smaller boy didn't seem to mind or notice much. Demyx tried his best to look at the other's wrists – remembering the clue that mentioned scars – but they were covered with bracelets just like before.

Demyx unconsciously moved closer to Zexion, positioning himself with one leg behind the boy and the other leg beside Zexion's. This way he was able to reach Zexion's hand that rested on the neck as well as the one that was on the body. Demyx slowly placed the other's fingers on the neck in a new position and guided the other hand to place new notes. Leaning forward, Demyx removed his hands from Zexion's, silently telling him to repeat the notes on his own and he did.

"Not bad," Demyx said. "You're a natural."

Zexion smiled at the comment though it was hidden from Demyx. "Thanks," he said quietly then asked, "Do you play any other instruments?"

"A few," Demyx answered honestly. "Why? Is there another you want to learn?"

"Yeah," Zexion said with a nod. "Can you teach me piano?"

"Sure," Demyx answered and put his hand down on the bed to rest on, unconsciously getting closer to the other boy. "On one circumstance."

"What's that?" Zexion asked as he looked at Demyx over his shoulder. He put the guitar on the floor, resting it against the bed.

"You help me with math."

"Is that all?" Zexion asked and received a nod from the blonde. "Okay. We should start on the assignment now."

Agreeing, Demyx got up from the bed and went to retrieve his schoolbag as Zexion went to get his laptop. Moving back to the bed, Zexion sat back down on it – this time more towards the middle of it – crossing his legs Indian style and resting the laptop on his lap. Demyx followed suit and sat beside him and pulled the papers from his bag.

They started their work simple, writing only key notes down. Zexion opened the search engine and searched for whatever Demyx told him to, clicking different links for the right information. Demyx sat beside him with the papers in his lap, writing down the notes. After a while they ended up with a full page of notes, but it wasn't much because Demyx's writing had been rushed and ended up in big lettering. Setting the laptop off his lap, Zexion lied back onto his pillows – legs still crossed – and sighed.

"You done?" Demyx asked with a laugh. He received only a nod from the other boy. He watched as Zexion uncrossed his legs and stretched them to lie straight, careful of his laptop. He then moved one arm to rest over and cover his eyes, the other arm along his torso. Demyx couldn't help himself but think that the smaller boy looked cute in the position. "So," Demyx started thinking of what to say. He then decided on, "What do you think about the Anonymous Voice?"

Zexion moved his arm to look up at Demyx. "Is that what they're calling him?" he asked even though he already knew. Demyx nodded and repeated his question. "Not much to be honest," Zexion replied as he covered his eyes with his arm again. "Are you gonna try and figure out who it is?"

"Probably," Demyx lied. He was already doing just that. "I like his voice," he said honestly with a smile, "a lot."

"That's nice," Zexion said in a bored tone. At his words Demyx realized what he said had been aloud and not in his head like he had thought it was. It slightly embarrassed him because of the chance that Zexion was the Anonymous Voice.

"Do you have a cell phone?" Demyx asked suddenly. Zexion responded with a quiet and bored 'yes'. "Can I see it?"

"Front right pocket," was all Zexion said. Demyx raised an eyebrow in silent questioning then glanced at the boy's pockets. He felt slightly embarrassed once again, but then again it was only a pocket. Slowly, he reached across the boy's body – doing his best to ignore the skin revealed by the raised shirt – and reached into his pocket. Once he had Zexion's phone in hand, he turned it on and proceeded to enter his number into it.

"Here you go," he said and pushed the phone underneath the hand resting on Zexion's torso. Zexion once again moved his arm from his eyes to look up at Demyx. "I put my number in so just call or text me whenever you want to schedule practice, 'kay?"

"Okay," Zexion said.

Getting his bag and papers, Demyx said, "'Kay, then I'll see you later." With that Demyx left the boy's room and back to the entry room. Pulling on his shoes he stepped out of the house and headed for his own. Once home he went to his computer and went to the latest Anonymous Voice video typing in a single comment.

"Play any instruments? Have any piercings?"