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You can skip this if you want. So, the word "renaissance" might also mean rebirth. This is a music era that signifies an increased patronage of music (got it from the net). Hehehe. Also, Mozart! Yes, yes, my parents made me listen to him when I was an infant. Some said listening to them makes you intelligent or a genius or something, dunno if that's true though. Go figure. Also, forgive me if I made mistakes, music isn't really my thing, thank you! *smiles*
In this chapter: Zexion is a bit of OOC. And some possibly wrong wrong things. Stereotypes! :D
EDIT 2/16/14: I EDITED A NEW CHAPPIE. I searched everything up in the net so credits for that. So, if there are mistakes, you can sue the worldwide web. *smiles* *gets shot* Okai, maybe not. SORRY! CAN YOU BLAME ME? I'VE NEVER WROTE A THESIS BEFORE. SORRY!
Also, I merged chapter two and three. Yeah yeah. I found it short so merge yeah.
Do you know how hard it is to edit the chat conversations?! Whoever invented the Copy n' Paste thing on computer is a one genius duck! Made my life easier.
And here I present you the new chapter! Go ahead and read it now! :)
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O2-The Pianist Zexion
Ienzo Renaissance
It was a failure.
A hopelessly, absolute and complete failure and Zexion had mentally cursed himself. What the heck was he thinking last week? There was in no way he could learn music in a week. Hell, let alone a year! Sure, he had memorized all of the musical instruments invented so far, and a couple of famous music artists and bands, but the musical notes were making his head spin. And he hated the way his head spins because it makes him fall of his chair, hits his head and sees flying notes twirling around his head, taunting him.
Maybe the problem was the learning proper way of plucking guitars, or maybe trying to avoid hitting a wrong note in the piano (he hadn't played a piano for years and he only had basic lessons when he was a kid). The guitar was extremely harder to learn, since plucking the strings can hurt your fingers if you repeat it for more than an hour. Or maybe it was trying hard to get a good tune on his cheap recorder –the replacement for flute; it was a whole lot cheaper. He was afraid to pretend to be a music geek when he doesn't really know any single thing about them, and he feared that Demyx would find out if he did.
But he was having problems memorizing and pronouncing and remembering terms like Affettuoso, Maestoso and the other complicated words and trying to learn how to play the instruments. Zexion was supposed to be a genius, he had straight A's in his cards, and there were no recorded occurrence in the school history that Zexion had got any other grade besides than that. But here he was, having some troubles in learning music, notes, chords and tempi. Regardless, that fact didn't stop Zexion, for no one can stop him except the one who he had been doing all of this for. He was doing all of this for him, for Demyx.
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The same action was done last time and he added Demyx as his friend. But this time, he didn't jump around squealing like a teenage girl, and kept his stoic face –biting his lip on the process… Zexion can't explain why he always felt excited about these kinds of things, but he did. He berated himself for being hyped up at nonsense things.
Maybe love was indescribable? It was a good feeling, making your heart fly at bliss feeling running inside your heart. He was too excited to try this one out that he could barely sleep that night.
Too excited, indeed, for the next day when he woke up, he practically bounced off the bed, making a run for the computer. He bumped against all the furniture in the process, making his room a complete mess. He had to stop and tidy his room up before making himself tea and sitting down in front of his computer and turning it on.
After this, he signed in his new persona's account. Sipping some tea he waited for it to load, and when it finally loaded, he eyed the notification icon and clicked on it.
And he dropped his teacup.
Demyx had accepted your friend request.
08:17 PM Ienzo: Hey Demyx! It's me, Ienzo! You probably don't know me much but I was assigned to be your partner in one of our classes together.
08:18 PM Demyx: Wait a second…
08:19 PM Demyx: You're that kid assigned with the piano! So, what's the plan? We could recreate pieces, and the like.
08:20 PM Ienzo: Do you know the "Requiem" of Mozart? Mozart wasn't able to finish that piece right?
08:21 PM Demyx: Yeah. But I heard this Franz guy completed it under the instructions of Mozart after his death.
08:23 PM Ienzo: It was completed by an Austrian composer Franz Xaver Süssmayr.
08:24 PM Demyx: Right,you're well informed. I'm guessing you want to work on that one.
08:25 PM Ienzo: You've guessed it. We can work at chat since I sleep in the school.
08:27 PM Demyx: Why do you even sleep at school?
08:28 PM Ienzo: It's called Narcolepsy.
08:27 PM Demyx: I see, sorry.
08:29 PM Ienzo: Right. We should start now. I'm gonna compose and you're gonna play it. Deal?
08:30 PM Demyx: How come it's you who gets to do the composing?
08:32 PM Ienzo: Because I'm narcoleptic. Might not be able to play the piano.
08:33 PM Demyx: Stop using that as an excuse! But fine, I'll play your composition since narcolepsy and all.
08:34 PM Ienzo: Awesome! I'll give the piece a day before the submission!
08:35 PM Demyx: Okay, I'll be waiting by then. I guess.
There was a reason why he had chosen then name Ienzo upon making a new persona. Ienzo was his twin brother who died five years ago. Ienzo had looked exactly like Zexion and was as silent as he was, the only difference being his hair a shade lighter than the bookworm's. Zexion took an interest in reading just about everything, to philosophical books to the literary ones whilst Ienzo started learning how to play the piano. Both had pursued their interest, and after the lavender haired man had finished reading every book in their local library, his twin brother started composing pieces. They were both prodigies of the Shadows family. Zexion excelled in academics, and Ienzo played like Mozart.
It was Ienzo who taught him how to play the piano, but it had been a long time since he laid his fingers on the keys and he had almost forgotten where to exactly place those calloused fingers of his.
Ienzo had memorized every chord of the instruments by heart at the young age of twelve, and thus began creating his own pieces -the same work Mozart was doing. He was a big fan of the Mozart, and had acknowledged him as the greatest musician of all. He admired Mozart that much that he tried finishing Mozart's unfinished composition by continuing it with his own composition –not acknowledging that somebody else had finished the said piece.
Zexion figured that Demyx won't find out about his twin brother –who was now buried six feet below the ground. (Bless his soul) Unless the blond would search for his grave among more than eight hundred graves one by one, only then he would find out that his new chat mate is dead for more than five years. He smirked at the thought, finding about that would surely send Demyx screaming down the road. How adorable. Not that he would even dare to let him find out about that though, he's not that morbid.
He decided that he would go home and search their things for Ienzo's music piece. It should be there somewhere, since their parents had always preferred Ienzo than him after all. They would have kept it as a memento, or a masterpiece of some sorts.
They never got the chance to hear him play though, for he started composing it when he found out he was ill, and after he had finished it he got so ill he can't play the piano anymore. Zexion thinks it's great, though. Everything about his brother was to be liked, his gift of skill in making compositions, playing the piano, it was something that people can look up to, something that they can admire.
His piece would be heard, it would be known, for the sake of Ienzo.
And at that point he realized that he was not doing it for Demyx only, but also for his brother.
06:01 PM Demyx: Hey, finished with your homework already? The one Mr. Braig gave us in history?
06:07 PM Ienzo: Yep, working on that composition for our music class.
06:08 PM Demyx: Cool! How can I help?
06:11 PM Ienzo: By sending me cookies. Just kidding haha
06:12 PM Demyx: *throws cookies* /^_^/oooo
06:15 PM Ienzo: What's that supposed to be? O.o
06:16 PM Demyx: Me, throwing you some cookies. (O.O)b
He knew every single thing he could know about Demyx. Everything including from his favourite colour (green) up to his habits (which was his right hand coming up to brush those dirty blond locks when he was flustered or nervous again and again).
He had memorized the blond's schedule (there were times he found himself walking to Demyx's next class and not his) as well so he knew for a fact that he has music class once a week, (every Thursday, in fact) He's also aware that Demyx would still go out his way to talk with "Ienzo.", his classmate. And even though the lavender-haired man is not attending the said music class, he knows that there is a narcoleptic student at the said music class. Actually, the guy is named Iezekiel, who sleeps all the time and the teachers just leave him be because of his sickness. Another reason he picked Ienzo is because the name is quite similar to the narcoleptic's name.
Since Iezekiel sleeps all the time, the sitarist won't even get a chance to talk to him.
He sighed as he walked out of the cafeteria with a sandwich, heading towards the library. That won't probably stop Demyx to try and talk to the guy. His thoughts had been answered because at the corner of his eyes, he saw the said blond approaching Iezekiel who was sleeping softly on a lone table at the far back of the cafeteria. "Hey Ie… Ienzo? Iezekiel? I'm not sure which, but please wake up; I want to talk to you about the composition you're working on." He said cheerfully, shaking the boy's shoulder gently. The other stirred, but was not awakened, Demyx gave a sigh and tried shaking him again, he was about to say something when his friends called out to him. He turned to see the group at the other side.
"Demyx! What are you doing trying to talk to that loser? Come over here and have lunch with us!" said a redhead, not giving the sleeping boy a single glance. It was as if the boy didn't exist, or that person chose to ignore his existence. Demyx frowned for a split second but quickly smiled, so quick that his friends didn't even notice it. "Sure! I'm right over!"
Zexion hissed silently, as he watched the blond walk past him, not spotting his existence. Seriously, he hangs out with them? Those people were nothing but a bad influence! They discriminate people or worse, they beat them up. They were paying the teachers so they won't send them to the office of the school principal.
He was jealous. Because it was unfair, they were spoiled brats, not worthy of the attention of Demyx. Yet, they get to hang out with him. It was unfair, when Zexion was an obedient student, doing everything they want of him, yet he does not get what he wants just for once.
He shook his head and crept quietly to the library to read.
05:43 PM Demyx: Hi Ienzo! I received the copy of the piece. I did a couple of clean-ups and some re-arranging, I think it's great though. :D
05:45 PM Ienzo: Oh, t-thanks.
05:46 PM Demyx: Man, even in chat you stutter? Why so shy all of the sudden?
05:48 PM Ienzo: Forgive me. I am quite nervous about the composition. What if Monsieur Sebastian won't like it?
05:49 PM Demyx: I'm sure he'll love it. Trust me it's good. It's sad you won't get to hear it play though. Asleep and all.
05:50 PM Ienzo: It's not sad; I've played it already in my piano at home.
05:51 PM Demyx: Okay then. XD I suppose you'll be sleeping tomorrow as usual?
05:52 PM Ienzo: Yeah. As usual. ;)
05:55 PM Demyx: No worries! Anyways, I'm gonna submit this to Monsieur Sebastian tomorrow. I can't wait to see how it goes! :DDDD
05:55 PM Ienzo: Ahaha. You seem more excited than I am. XD
05:57 PM Demyx: That's just the way I am! I hope you had no trouble with this piece? :)
05:58 PM Ienzo: I found it rather enjoyable composing the piece.
05:59 PM Demyx: Awesome! See you at school, okay?
06:00 PM Ienzo: Never mind me, I'll be sleeping.
A small smile graced Zexion's ever frowning lips; for he knew he was doing this not only to gain the blonde's affections but also to make his brother's piece to be known, to be heard. Just this once, to gain existence and he was so going to make sure of that. He swore, upon his brother's grave, someone alive in this world was going to hear that piece.
His parents had always preferred Ienzo over him. He never found out why, but they loved his twin more than they loved him, gave him more time and affection, they were less strict on him, and even got him music lessons when he had expressed his interest in music. While he, the forgotten son, went to the library, borrowing books that he was sure that his parents would never buy him. Even after his brother's death they loved Ienzo; forcing him to take up law on college, which was something Ienzo had always dreamt to take. They didn't want to see him and be reminded that it was Zexion not, Ienzo, the academic, not the musician and made him live farther away from them where in they wouldn't see him every day.
Not once he had blamed Ienzo for that, no. It was never Ienzo's fault. Ienzo had been the nicest brother he had ever known. He was helpful, cheerful and kind in many ways. Before his death, he dreamt to become a lawyer to defend the innocent, he dreamt to play his pieces to lighten up the hearts of the distressed. He dreamt to make people happy, never thinking of his own happiness and gain. He wanted to play that one piece just before he died, but he slipped away before he could even regain the strength to play it.
After this ordeal, he would visit his twin again. He'd pass by the flower shop and buy him a bouquet of Stargazer Lilies. Stargazer Lilies meant innocence and purity, which was the best way to describe his twin brother. He was a stargazer, he had dreams. Maybe he'd drop by and say hello. Every time he came to visit his brother, he always brought flowers. They tried planting some flowers around his grave before, but they never grew. It was only Ienzo's tomb with no flowers blooming around it. This kind of thing, maybe only scientists could answer the mystery behind it.
"I wonder if I have enough money to buy him a bouquet." He pondered, turning off his computer. "Maybe I should buy him some seeds… It must be lonely without some flowers with him." He added as an afterthought, before remembering his mother's futile attempts of growing a couple of roses around the tombstone.
"Maybe he didn't like roses. I should plant some carnations. I remember he loved carnations." He murmured to himself.
He shook his head and focused back to his homework.
He skipped Literature to sneak in the music theatre room where the music class Demyx is attending was being held. He came just in time to see the sitarist passing a bunch of papers to their redheaded professor, who just nodded his head at them and taking the composition pieces.
After scanning it, the professor tore his eyes from the paper to give the blond an astonished look, "This… this is magnificent, Demyx! We shall hear it right away." He exclaimed, and nodded at the students to get on their instruments.
Zexion was comfortably sitting at the back, a good ten meters away from Demyx's class and the other audience. The students had gone to their designated places, as the other teachers (who were on their breaks) prepared and seated themselves to listen to the composition. After a good two minutes, the students began playing. It began with the real composition, and then it got to the point where the notes and the harmony of the instruments were arranged by Ienzo. Of course it was a bit different from what he had expected to hear, since Demyx revised it a bit. Nevertheless, it didn't fail to awe the students and the teachers watching, some even dropped a few tears.
Zexion's state was worse. At first glance he was staring at the performance nonchalantly, but looking closer, he was watching them perform intently. His eyebrows were creased and the frown was deeper, as if judging the whole musical performance. In his mind, he was praising Ienzo, dumbfounded, holding back a waterfall of tears, trying to keep his mouth closed. The composition was beautiful, sad and wonderful. It was not that amazing if you judge it with standards, but because this piece was composed by a person who wasn't even eighteen years old, but a mere twelve years old. Unfortunately, no one knows about this fact. And he was proud of his twin, who was able to move the hearts of the people in the music theatre, even his. He was sure that his brother was happy to see that someone heard the composition.
He had fulfilled one of his brother's dreams.
After the music stopped playing there was a standing ovation, everyone stood up and clapped at the wonderful performance, save for that one man sleeping under one of the pianos. The lavender-haired man clapped with the crowd, wiping a few drops of water that betrayed his eyes.
And in Ienzo's grave, where wind was blowing softly and the sun was shining brightly, for the first time in almost five years, there lay a single bud of carnation. A bud that was about to bloom at the peak of spring.
06:12 PM Demyx: Hi Ienzo! Monsieur Sebastian said it was perfect! You are one awesome guy! I bet he was surprised when he found out you were the one who composed it.
06:15 PM Ienzo: Did he see me sleeping in one of those pianos? Damn, I knew he'd find me…
06:16 PM Demyx: He gave you a pat on the back. A hard pat! That didn't wake you up though.
06:17 PM Ienzo: Man, I'm so sorry. Did he get mad though?
06:18 PM Demyx: Nah, how could he, when you moved his and every person at the theatre's hearts!
06:19 PM Ienzo: Well, that's something I should be proud of.
06:20 PM Demyx: Hey, share some limelight for me! I revised that composition a bit!
"Hey Ienzo." Zexion greeted as he sat down on the grass beside his grave. He took note of the lone carnation beside the tombstone. He set the Stargazer Lilies right in front of the grave. "This one is late, Ienzo, the others are already blooming under the spring air." He smiled slightly, "I've been smiling a lot more often these days, Ienzo, I'm really glad. I wonder if you're happy for me."
A bird settled down in front of him, chirping softly, making Zexion smile more. "I passed your composition to the Music Professor. The Requiem, do you remember that? The teacher said it was perfect. They were really stunned. You blew them off, congratulations." He tried to sound happy, but it came out as if he was dead to the world.
He was still having a hard time expressing his feelings. He never knew what the right words to say were, but he never felt uncomfortable at the presence of his brother. Even when he was dead, being at his tomb soothed the bookworm's spirits. He stayed there, enjoying the breeze.
"Hey, Ienzo, I need to go now, I'll visit next time, and next time, I would bring him to you. Demyx, you remember him? I'll make him fall in love with me and I'll bring him for you to know him. It'll be great." He deadpanned. "I'm really proud of you, Ienzo, I'll see you then." He said, and then he walked away from the grave, never noticing the carnation blooming magnificently, almost sparkling under the sun.
They had truly saved the best for last.
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02.5- Thesis Student
Dyme Seamelody
It had been two weeks after that musical performance, and everything was a charm. He thought it was all okay, they were becoming closer and closer, and Demyx was telling more and more things about himself. His thoughts about his friends, people he respect and other people he found worth mentioning.
He mentioned that he had no other choice but to take up courses related to the field of medicine, since his parents are hell-bent on making him one. He had accepted this fate, though bitter and resentful, Demyx was still hoping to be able to take up music courses in the future.
It was Friday, and he was the current target of the punks that day. They came and spilled their drinks on his schoolbooks, trashed his locker, tripped him, placed a thumbtack on his seat (which he noticed before he could seat on his chair), and almost beat him up. Hopefully, a member of the student council, Kairi, spotted them and brought them to the office. Zexion had ducked and ran for his dormitory, for he knew whoever was in the office was gonna let them off the hook and he'll get beaten up more. Kairi saw him disappear at an alley, but had averted her eyes in pity.
He went home ragged, some of the seams of his clothes needed mending, his hair was a mess, some bruises he needed to hide (hopefully his hair can hide his face) and his school things needed repair or replacement. He threw them at a random corner, walking to his computer and turning it on. He signed in Facebook and noticed a message.
06:01 PM Demyx: I don't know who you are or what you want. You're not my classmate, I talked to him, his name is Iezekiel. I was suspicious since you left the notes in my locker instead of giving them to me in person. Whoever you are, please stop playing games with me. How could even do this?
He slammed his hand on the computer table. What a great way to end his terrible day. He sighed. So it was really a failure. He sighed again, what kind of person could Demyx possibly like?
Is he giving up?
He gasped lightly, of course not! He would do anything to win the blond beauty's heart! And this is not a moment to give up! Demyx might be stolen from his grasp! Oh no! Zexion could not afford that; he would not be the loser who gives up in this battle of love! He needed to think hard and fast.
He needed a new gameplan. A flawless and foolproof plan.
Thinking, he went to his computer and logged in to his Facebook account, planning to delete it. One notification caught his sharp eye.
Dyme Seamelody wants to be your friend.
IGNORE
CONFIRM
A friend request?
Odd.
Oh.
Upon entering his account, he had accidentally typed in his original Facebook account instead of the fake one. He was spacing out and he wasn't paying attention to the screen in front of him.
Interesting. Someone actually bothered to make friends with him? Is this a prank or perhaps a student failing miserably? Half of him feels happy and warm inside and the other part of him is curious about this Dyme person. The name sounds horribly familiar. He knows this name somehow, when you rearrange the letters...
MYDE...
Okay, guess not. But the familiarity of the name is bugging him. He never paid attention to names before, except Demyx.
Out of instinct, he clicked confirm.
The next day, Dyme was still bothering his mind. He can't get the name out of his head. He knew this name. He knew it. He just can't put a finger on it.
"...The picture in your book indicates..."Their teacher had said, but none of his words registered in his mind. He had never experienced this before, to have something in your mind that you can't remove. Dyme. Dyme. Dyme. Dyme. This is driving him crazy!
06:34 PM Dyme: Hello! Nice to meet cha! My name is Dyme! Zexion Shadows right? So, how to say this, uhhm…
06:35 PM Zexion: Same. What's the matter?
06:36 PM Dyme: I'm writing this thesis, and I want you to be a subject! Are you willing to be my lab rat? XD
06:36 PM Zexion: For what reason exactly?
06:37 PM Dyme: From what I have gathered, you are the only student in this school without a close friend.
06:38 PM Zexion: And your point is?
06:39 PM Dyme: Well, you would be defying the saying, "No man is an island"! That's why. So do you accept?
06:40 PM Zexion: Seems meaningless. I refuse to be a specimen for a pointless thesis.
06:42 PM Dyme: Oh come on! Please Please? D: I'm begging you! The thesis is half of our grades! QAQ
06:43 PM Zexion: Fine, fine. What am I supposed to do?
06:44 PM Dyme: Thanks Zexi! You just saved my life! :3333
06:45 PM Zexion: Don't call me that ever again. Just get on with it, you are wasting my time.
06:46 PM Dyme: Ouch. But whatever! Here's the plan: Basically, I'm just gonna ask you some questions every Tuesdays and Saturdays! :D
06:47 PM Dyme: Why? Because I'm free on those days! XD
06:48 PM Dyme: What about you, are you available on those days? Or should we make some adjustments with the schedule?
06:49 PM Zexion: No, no. It is alright.
06:50 PM Zexion: When will you start this "research"?
06:51 PM Dyme: Possibly this Saturday. XD For now I have to further explain my thesis.
06:51 PM Zexion: Oh? Go on, I am curious.
06:57 PM Dyme: Since I'm just a high school student, you know a graduating one, our teachers told us to choose a simpler subject. I just can't help notice you, having one to none friends and having straight A's in your cards. So I thought, how can the presence of friends affect the students' concentration?
06:59 PM Zexion: The idea's pretty shallow and pointless.
07:03 PM Dyme: Of course not! The results of this thesis could affect the upbringing and education of all the coming generations! What if people can really live without friends, and are more capable without them? Without the influences of other people, these persons can concentrate more, can do much more and never be swayed into doing rebellious things.
07:07 PM Dyme: There will be no more time-wasting friend hangouts, slumber parties, groups of friends. Just individuals performing to the fullest of their capacities.
07:09 PM Zexion: That's a bit unlikely, considering loneliness makes a human incapable of functioning properly. Are you really gonna treat our race as mindless robots?
07:10 PM Dyme: Touche. Whatever, it's just a thesis.
07:14 PM Zexion: This is coming from a man who was just begging me to be his subject moments ago?You should think of a new thesis. One that hopefully doesn't involve researching about me.
07:16 PM Dyme: Aw, but I really wanted to be your friend! I want to prove you wrong! It's impossible to have NO friends! :D
07:16 PM Zexion: You are an idiot!
07:17 PM Dyme: No, I'm not! DX
07:20 PM Dyme: I've got it! I have an idea! What if I will prove that it is impossible to have no friends? I will prove it by befriending the loneliest guy in the academy! Zexion Shadows!
07:21 PM Zexion: That's not thesis-material. Go home, you're drunk.
07:22 PM Dyme: No, I'm serious! Not Black, but the serious kind of dead serious. Anyways! I have to inform Mrs. Potts that I changed my thesis.
07:23 PM Dyme: It's gonna be a great adventure between us, Zexi! :D May we have fun!
07:24 PM Zexion: What did I tell you about that nickname?
07:27 PM Zexion: Anyways, how do you call it researching when you're just gonna interview me? Is that all? Aren't you gonna analyze my habits, work patterns, hobbies and the like?
07:29 PM Dyme: Don't worry about that! I've been observing you for quite a while already. One of the reasons I chose you as a subject, it makes my job easier.
07:31 PM Zexion: Observing me?!
07:32 PM Dyme: Oh look at that! My sister is calling me. I have to go, ja ne!
Dyme has logged out.
Zexion blinked. He blinked again. Then he blinked more.
Odd.
Dyme was observing him for quite a while already? How was that possible? No one ever looked at him. No one looks at the lone bookworm. A bit unbelievable but it was the truth. No one looks at him save for those bullies who belittle him.
But the question was why, why was he observing him? Who is he?
It was lunch time and Zexion was enjoying a cup of chamomile tea and a slice of chocolate cake while reading "To Kill a Mockingbird" of Harper Lee. He found his eyes drifting from the book to those green shining orbs, from which the owner turned to him and giving him a sweet smile.
Demyx was smiling at him.
Oh, is this truly happening? And then he heard a loud squealing of girls. He whipped around, his sight falling to the three girls who were the true receivers of that heavenly smile. Oh. How embarrassing. He scoffed silently and forced himself to look at the book he was reading. He really tried focusing his attention in the book.
But it failed.
He grumpily took a bite from the cake.
He totally missed that smile curling to a frown.
06:22 PM Dyme: Ever had any friends? Acquaintances don't count. Friends, you know, someone you can talk to about almost everything?
06:24 PM Zexion: Yes, yes, Dyme. I know the difference between the two. I suppose my twin brother would fit into the "friend" category.
06:25 PM Dyme: Uh… okay. Any other friends besides that?
06:26 PM Zexion: I guess I have a few acquaintances but close friends, no.
06:26 PM Dyme: Do you find yourself wanting a friend?
06:27 PM Zexion: When I was a kid, having my brother was enough. But now… I don't mind not having any friends.
06:29 PM Dyme: Maybe you haven't tried making friends before! :DD Maybe I'll convince you to make friends sometime.
06:30 PM Zexion: Why is it I feel like I'm talking with a psychiatrist?
06:31 PM Dyme: Well, I am aspiring to become a psychiatrist! Never mind that ahahahaha!
06:32 PM Dyme: Last question: is it hard without a companion?
06:34 PM Zexion: You ask odd questions. The answer though, is no. I never got to experience having a friend, so I don't know if it was harder without one.
06:35 PM Dyme: You're so independent. I'm amazed.
06:37 PM Zexion: It's an instinct for human survival. People become capable and for the sake of their own survival, they learn to fend off for themselves. Alone or not.
06:41 PM Dyme: I don't think there would be a lot of people who would have made it through all these years without having a shoulder to lean upon, an ear to listen, and a hand to comfort. Making me think about it, it's just impossible.
06:42 PM Dyme: Yet, here you are.
06:43 PM Zexion: You've been saying that a lot you know.
06:44 PM Dyme: Really? Forgive me. XD
06:45 PM Zexion: Are you serious in this thesis though?
06:46 PM Dyme: Yeah sure. I just want to explore your mind.
06:47 PM Zexion: Creep.
06:52 PM Dyme: Am not! It's just I'm making sure I'm getting courses that will make me a psychiatrist in college, and the chances are low cause I'm not interested in psychiatry and what's better than studying the complex mind of the most intelligent guy in the school who has no actual friends?
06:53 PM Zexion: Not really interested?
06:55 PM Dyme: And I just want to get to know you better.
06:56 PM Zexion: Should I start suspecting something?
06:57 PM Dyme: It's not like that!
Zexion frowned, "He didn't even answer my question…" Dyme was a mysterious person. He looked friendly at first, but then Zexion noticed that Dyme was telling him things that seemed unnecessary but important at the same time. It was like… Dyme was hinting him something.
Who is he?
He shook his head. He was overthinking things. He should probably think of what to do next to make Demyx fall in love with him.
07:13 PM Dyme: What do you think of our school?
07:14 PM Zexion: What kind of question is that?
07:16 PM Dyme: Well, I was thinking of factors that made you unable to have friends, and one of the things that came to me is the environment around you. Our school isn't that child-friendly, isn't it?
07:19 PM Zexion: There are nice people, sure. But the system that works here. The injustice, it's quite annoying. A child could become traumatized if they are not strong-minded enough.
07:20 PM Dyme: Yeah well, I agree. But I'm guessing that is not the reason you don't have friends.
07:21 PM Zexion: I told you, it's not that I don't want to have a friend, I just never felt the need to have one.
07:22 PM Dyme: There's gotta be a reason!
07:23 PM Zexion: You're so persistent!
07:24 PM Dyme: Duh, this will determine my grade, genius.
Zexion blinked again. No one has ever talked to him like that. Not even Ienzo had. In an insulting way yet it's not really offending since it was meant as a joke. What do they call that? Friendly insult? Friend?
He and Dyme were friends?
It was interesting, Dyme was an interesting guy. He was funny and pretty much idiotic, but can be serious and calculating when he needs to. That was a weird character. Yet he had found himself laughing with him, exchanging witty arguments and talking about stuff. Things he didn't do with the people he called his acquaintances. Was that the difference between friends and acquaintances?
Friendship. The art of having friends and sharing life with them.
Art?
Which reminds him, he has a quiz on arts tomorrow. He sighed. Arts was never his thing. It required creativity, something he didn't have. He was a man of accuracy and perfection, not for spirit, art and things that required imagination.
But wait.
Wait this is great! He could be an artist in his new account! Demyx will definitely fall for him! Now, he just needed to finish studying about Arts and he can proceed to make a new account. Zexion bid goodbye to Dyme and started to read his book, excited and determined to talk to Demyx again.
And the cycle will begin again.