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Let's answer some questions, shall we? Luckily, we've only got one! So here it is: Is Demyx Dyme? I hope this chapter will answer your question, reader! *wink* This chapter is dedicated to everyone who supported this fic! Zexion goes SHE! Can he handle being a SHE? Warnings include: man pretending to be woman, yaoi, slight language. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. :D
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EDIT: 04/11/14
Hey thereee! Anyways, sorry for the delay, I really have no excuse that will satisfy you guys. That is, if anyone's reading this… but whatever. Anywaaays! Here's the newly edited chappie of FB:M! :D Anyways, if you'd notice there are MAJOR changes in this chapter that might or might not affect the story's outcome. Hahaha.
Happy reading.
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03-Artisan Zexion
Namine de Pastel
"Hallo again, Mr. Shadows," the part-time student librarian of this school, Xion Fantoche greeted as he placed the books and his card at the counter. She's in most of his classes, being in the same grade and all, and she is one of the select few book-lovers who contribute in safe-keeping of the school library. Although being fellow avid readers of the books in the library, Fantoche preferred literature novels and fictional romances genre over his collection of the world's historical events and the evolution of technology. Yes, he, Zexion Shadows loved learning.
Scanning the stack of books he retrieved from the shelves, she chuckled, "That's really studious of you, Zexion. I can't believe how you can all these books in such a short amount of time! Even I can't read that fast." He gave her a polite nod as he waited for her to fill out necessary forms. Xion grinned as she returned them back together with his library card. He thanked her and swiftly left the library.
The books were thick and heavy, with solid hard-bound covers protecting the pages that promised knowledge so that the next generation would be able to read them. He had a hard time carrying the books, and the height of the book stack disabling him from seeing where he was going. Fortunately, he had already memorized the path from the library to his locker on second floor thanks to his regular visits to the said library.
Struggling to make his way through the school hallways and trying not to bump into other students, Zexion unfortunately collided into someone. "Forgive me; I wasn't looking where I was going." The softness of her voice made the small man to look at the girl in front of him. Said girl brought up a delicate hand to brush away some of her stray hair and started picking up some of the books that fell on the floor from the collision. She was petite, maybe a few inches shorter than he was and had golden blond hair that contrasted with her blue eyes which has the gentlest gaze that Zexion has ever seen in his life.
And somehow, it felt like he was looking at the eyes of a loving mother. Her gaze was soft, innocent and gentle and it felt like a warm embrace. Those eyes were familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before… who is that person?
His mind catching up with him, Zexion started to pick up some of the books as well, "It's alright, and it was my fault as well." The blond girl nodded at him with grace, "No, I truly am sorry. Let me make it up to you by carrying some of the books for you. You look like you needed a hand." She replied, smiling gently at him. The blond girl held some of the books in her arms, waiting patiently for his answer. And it was almost embarrassing and he was blushing. Why was he blushing?
The lilac-haired man stuttered, "I-I would really appreciate it, kind lady."
"Alright then, lead the way."
05:53 PM Dyme: Hiya, Zexy! Nice weather today, no? =)
05:54 PM Zexion: I'd appreciate it if you'll be so kind as to quit calling me 'Zexy' it's as immature as it sounds.
05:54 PM Dyme: Yep! Too childish for your age! But that doesn't make you any older than I am, Zexy. ;)
05:55 PM Zexion: You're too juvenile for your age.
05:56 PM Dyme: I don't even know what that means, and I'm a senior!
05:56 PM Zexion: You're making it sound like you're proud of it.
05:58 PM Dyme: Never! I'm just saying that you just use too many complicated words for other people's liking. Keep that up, no one's gonna understand what the hell you're talking about.
05:58 PM Zexion: Oh? All right, I'll try to avoid talking like the smart guy that I am.
05:59 PM Dyme: And cocky too!
05:59 PM Zexion: And you're loud and annoying.
06:00 PM Dyme: Oh come on, I'm just cheerful and friendly! How would you know, anyways? You can't even hear me! *pout*
06:01 PM Zexion: True, but judging by your choice of words makes you loud and annoying.
06:01 PM Dyme: You're mean. :(
06:02 PM Dyme: It's called being cheerful. That's just the way I am!
06:03 PM Zexion: Are you here to ask me questions or just bug me for the rest of the night?
06:04 PM Dyme: I'm just here to bug ya. :D
06:05 PM Zexion: Well then, I'm off to do more productive things. Have a good night, Dyme.
06:06 PM Dyme: Wait, don't just leave me! Just because I don't have questions prepared today, doesn't mean I'm not going to do anything.
06:06 PM Dyme: Anyways, just stay. We can talk about stuff, and maybe I can come up with something based on your responses.
06:07 PM Zexion: Fine.
06:07 PM Dyme: So, uh, do you cut your wrists?
06:07 PM Zexion: Certainly, do you want a picture?
06:08 PM Dyme: O.O NO!
06:09 PM Zexion: I was just being sarcastic.
06:10 PM Dyme: Thank heavens! But then again… mocking isn't something you'd normally do, isn't it?
06:13 PM Zexion: It's not like I go around saying rude things to people, although my hatred against stereotypes is relatively strong. Just because I don't have any friends doesn't equate to being emo.
06:13 PM Dyme: Besides, a genius like you wouldn't do something as idiotic as that right, Zexy? Hahaha. It's too idiotic.
06:14 PM Zexion: I guess you could put it that way.
Five days: Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. It took him five long days to educate himself about the world of art. Zexion admitted that he never expected it would take him that long, but schoolwork got in the way and there was no way Zexion was exchanging his studies over Demyx. Although he had to fight the strong urge to pick up the art books and finish reading them for the last few days, he was able to resist and balance his studies from his secret operation to make a certain blond to fall for him.
For the last five days he had done nothing but read. He spent his weekend reading and doing school works, only stopping for some short breaks and doing weekly chores. And at the start of the weekday, he spent half of his lunch break eating his home made tuna sandwich and the other half studying his art books.
Nevertheless, after five days of endless studying, the small man was a bit proud to admit that he had more knowledge about art than an average person who was a bit involved in arts would know. It was really easy. Art was an expression of one's feelings through a medium; canvas, paper, wood and the like. It was similar to music, since they representation of one's emotion. Unlike music, art was easier to learn. You don't have to memorize chords and notes in Arts. The exceptions would be technical art, which involved proper proportions and precise measurements that only a devoted student can master, he did not bother going deeper on the topic, for he just wanted a background about arts. He was doing this so when Demyx will ask him a question, he could hopefully answer as accurately as an art student would.
He learned the lives and contributions of the famous artisans like Michelangelo, a sculptor, a versatile artisan who painted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, Pablo Picasso, the co-founder of the cubism movement. He had a step-by-step guide in Origami making, which he deemed would come handy, another one for handicrafts, but this was a just-in-case thing. He had average knowledge about painting, the canvas, the brush and the paint, and the styles of painting. Photography was not technically classical art and tattoo art was out of the question, under-aged, remember?
It's free and always will be.
First Name: Namine
Last Name: de Pastel
Your Email Address: Cloaked_Schemer
Reenter email address: Cloaked_Schemer
New Password: ******
I am: Female
Birthday: June 6 1995
Why do I need to provide my date of birth?
SIGN UP
He was signing up as a female. People may think at first that he must have overlooked the gender section. These people are wrong, why? First, if you have overlooked the gender section, it would be entered as a male. Second, Zexion isn't the type to overlook such things. Now, why a woman you ask? The answer is simple really.
Obviously, Demyx is a man, and boys would normally want girls. It is a natural and common phenomenon for human beings to be attracted on the opposite gender. That's how they reproduce, right? Obviously, as a male, the blond would tend to fall for a female rather than a male. It would be easier for him to win Demyx's heart if he were to pretend as a woman. Unless the cheerful senior wasn't straight, or at least swung both sides, but still, as a girl, Zexion would have higher chance on Demyx.
And that crucial fact was the very thing that hurts the petite man the most, the bitter truth that his only true love will never look at him in affection. After all, he was a man. Demyx can become bisexual, but that is just a phase, a phase that most people needs to move on from. At some point of his life, he would realize that he was straight and he needed to stop fooling around and be the man he was. To start a family, by marrying the right woman and settle down, because that's what all people do, right?
It was the point in Demyx's happy fairy tale cliché love story wherein he will meet his soul mate that he will love forever. Can you believe it, a soul mate? A laughable yet sobering thought. When the blond finally realizes the identity of his true love, when he wakes up and decides that having her at his side was the most amazing thing in his life and she was the perfect one for him. Then they would get married and bear cute little blond children that will painfully remind him of the bitter memory of his unrequited love over the years.
He had already imagined what the family would be like: a merry and happy one, the kind that would be filled with smiles and optimism, laughing children, loving parents, a one true happy ending. The sitarist would become a grandpa, with wrinkles on his beautiful face that serves as reminder of his old age (in his eyes, Demyx would still be the most beautiful person underneath those wrinkles) as he smile gently at his grandkids, telling them stories of the past, like his love story, or his childhood. The children would look at him in wonder and curiosity and he would inwardly smile because they don't really understand what he was saying at that point. Yet he was happy to entertain his adorable grandchildren and that was enough for him.
Stopping the ridiculous line of thought, Zexion realizes that he had considered this before. The chances of the green-eyed man ever liking him were very low. Heck, he'd be lucky if the blond actually knew his existence.
He had come to understand that this was things were going to end. That his so-called plan to make the sitarist fall for him was nothing but a foolish idea, but a traitorous hope was making its persistent journey in the lowerclassman's heart, trying to change his decision, to break his will. Normally, he would ignore these fleeting sparks of hope, but his latest Facebook idea made those tiny emotions grew stronger and more passionate. Almost crumbling his self-control, making the bookworm lost to such hopeless desires. Selfish questions began forming in his over calculating and helpless mind.
Can it hurt to borrow him for just a short while? Just to feel his love for just a brief moment and treasure it forever? He had longed to feel his loving touch, his affectionate gaze and to hear sweet words of love from with such deep voice. He just wanted to know, what it feels like. To be loved by the one you loved the most. To be loved by such an amazing man. With that, he forced his emotions in the far back of his mind, as they would get in the way of the commencement of his newest plan. This time he had carefully planned it out, with no flaws and imperfections. Just sweet success, only success, failure was not allowed.
He clicked Okay and he the request to be friends was sent.
08:32 PM Demyx: Hi! My name's Demyx Mirage, I'm a senior in Never Was Academy. Nice to meet cha!
08:34 PM Namine: My name is Namine. I'm your junior then.
08:34 PM Demyx: You attend the same school as me? Awesome! Glad to be of acquaintance then!
08:35 PM Namine: Same.
08:36 PM Namine: I was wondering if, uh, you'd attend my art display. You see, I'm an artist. So… will you?
08:37 PM Demyx: Wait, wait, wait. Art display? Are you telling me that you're that Namine? As in Namine the famed mysterious painter? W-wow! I'm a huge fan of you!
08:38 PM Namine: Really? That would be wonderful! I really need you to attend the art display. I need a muse to introduce.
08:38 PM Demyx: Ehhh? But aren't you supposed to be anonymous?
08:39 PM Namine: Only to the students. The teachers know of my identity and they will be coming to the art exhibit and maybe drop a few chat.
08:40 PM Demyx: I would love to help… but how?
08:41 PM Namine: You don't have to meet me! Really, all you have to do is attend the art exhibit! I might introduce you to the teachers, if they don't already know who you are.
08:41 PM Demyx: Alright, I would gladly help you.
08:42 PM Namine: Thanks. I really appreciate it. In turn, I shall pay for your entrance fee.
08:43 PM Demyx: No need! I can pay for it just fine.
08:44 PM Namine: Ever the gentleman, Demyx. Don't worry, I insist. Again, I thank you.
Namine has logged out.
Yes, this was the perfect plan he was talking about. For you see, today, he wasn't masquerading as a fictional character. Instead, he was disguising as a real one. Yes, she was very real, and also very mysterious. He had researched everything that he could about her existence, leaked information, speculated rumours and the like. Turns out, Namine was an extremely secretive person. Actually, it was not confirmed whether her name is a pseudonym or not. Little was known about her and no student has actually seen her face. Well, it was more like no one knew who she really was in school.
Her identity was a confidential secret even amongst the teachers. The perfect target, right? No one knows you but they talk about you at the same time. Maybe Namine was shy. Of course, Zexion isn't really sure about that claim, although Demyx wouldn't have known any better, don't you agree? It's not like the blond was an idiot, he was just a bit slow sometimes.
Even now, he was still wondering on why the sitarist had agreed to such a ridiculous request. You don't just do favours for strangers, don't you? Could he have known? Could he have seen through the persona he had created just to earn his affection? No, that can't be it. He must have respected Namine or maybe he was a fan of her. Why else would he be so willing? Yes, that must be it. What other reason could there be?
Namine de Pastel paused in painting when she heard the faint sound of the front door opening and closing, signalling her brother's arrival. Clumsy footsteps echoed from the kitchen, and the door in her art room opened. A dirty-blond teenager entered the room, a soda in one hand and a plate with a slice of pizza on the other. He flopped down on a cushion behind her.
"You're home early today, brother." She commented, eyes not leaving the art canvas she was working on. "What art style do you call this?" her brother asked curiously. He eyed the artwork thoughtfully, nodding to himself. "It is called Impressionism, it is a similar style that Van Gogh used in his paintings." She replied, dipping her brush on the blue paint. She brought up the brush again and made several strokes with it on the canvas.
"Oh… that's awesome."
Namine frowned, "I've been telling you that countless of times already, brother."
The man laughed sheepishly, "Sorry Nami." She gave him a small smile, "It's quite alright, brother."
"You've turned down your friends' invitation to the club again, are you really that busy, brother?" Her voice barely hid the worried tone as she continued painting. Her brother grinned, and she caught the mischievous glint on them. He went out and kicked the door to his room open. He placed the soda and the half-eaten pizza on his bedside table. Namine chose that moment to turn around once more and saw him smiling.
"Nope, I have an appointment–no, a date, perhaps." He told her, no, more likely himself, with a crazy grin on his face.
The door shut closed. Namine didn't flinch in the slightest, looking just as if the conversation never happened. She brought her brush down, dipping it, and bringing it up again and making several strokes with it again. And repeat.
09:18 PM Dyme: Good evening, Zexy! Whatcha doin' today? XD
09:19 PM Zexion: I am reading books about Art.
09:22 PM Dyme: Oho! Is the whiz kid Zexion trying to decipher the enigmatic painting of Mona Liza? Or perhaps you watched the 'Da Vinci Code?' It had good theories, no? Mary Magdalene, Jesus, the lineage of Christ and the Holy Grail… but then again, it's all theories, isn't it? And the connection of these theories in other works of Da Vinci, Mona Liza for example.
Zexion resisted the rather strong urge to punch the guy. It was almost always like this, he was always getting on the intellect's nerves, to the point that Zexion wanted to bash his computer screen. Every time that happens, he reminds himself that he needs the said computer screen, and the fact that he can always just not respond to the messages Dyme is sending.
09:24 PM Zexion: Even in chat conversations you talk too much for your own good.
09:24 PM Dyme: Well, that's just me!
09:25 PM Zexion: Do you simply talk to me just for the fun of it? Or just to irritate me to wit's end? Either way, both reasons are unacceptable.
09:26 PM Dyme: You don't understand Zexy, it is all research! No strings attached, just mind games at its fullest. Although I do enjoy aggravating you.
09:27PM Dyme: Just a little.
09:28 PM Zexion: That's it, I'm done here.
09:30 PM Dyme: You keep saying that but you don't really do it. I wasn't teasing you anyways; I will admit that I'm fascinated with Leonardo da Vinci.
09:31 PM Zexion: Is that why you knew so much about the book?
09:33 PM Dyme: Well, yeah. I'm not into Arts myself but my sister is, so we always went to exhibits, museums and the like. That's where I discovered da Vinci.
09:34 PM Zexion: Interesting. What does your sister do?
09:36 PM Dyme: She paints as well, but her painting style is similar with Gogh's. You know him, don't you?
09:38 PM Zexion: He has an interesting style in painting. Not unique, but rather emotional. Impressionism, Expressionism and Postimpressionism were his styles. Some people may note that his paintings were dark and gloomy.
09:38 PM Dyme: Well said! You truly are a magnificent man! Mr. Know-it-all! XD
09:39 PM Zexion: Hmph. That's what Google is for, don't you agree?
09:39 PM Dyme: Oho, the genius admits that he doesn't know all?
09:40 PM Zexion: Shut up. I would really like to get some sleep; can we conclude tonight's conversation here?
09:41 PM Dyme: Sure we can!
09:42 PM Dyme: Mahh, I wasn't able to come up with clever questions in the end.
09:42 PM Zexion: But we had an interesting conversation, I expressed some of my opinions, didn't I?
09:44 PM Dyme: Only if you did, you practically based all your statements based on the gathered facts!
09:44 PM Zexion: That's a mouthful, even for you.
09:45 PM Dyme: Oh quit it, Zexy!
09:46 PM Zexion: I apologize. Please don't take it seriously.
09:47 PM Dyme: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
09:50 PM Dyme: Oh Zexy! You're the ONE who took it seriously. Seriously, you need to get out more often. Your weird speech patterns come with odd reasoning which leads to wrong conclusions about people!
09:52 PM Dyme: Wow, that was a mouthful. Even for me. Although I need to do something about that problem you have, sure. But hey, you're doing much better now! And that's because of me!
09:53 PM Zexion: I don't understand.
09:54 PM Dyme: Well, this is Zexion… the school's anti-social bookworm so yeah, I pretty much understand your situation. You'll understand! Someday.
09:55 PM Zexion: Yeah well, I refuse to try and comprehend more of your senseless words. Goodnight, Dyme.
09:56 PM Dyme: Yeah, sorry. G'night Zexy! :D
Zexion Shadows has logged out.
09:59 PM Dyme: Sweet dreams, Zexion.
Dyme Seamelody has logged out.
As Zexion walked through the hallways with two exhibit tickets in hand, he wonders what he will cut off so his money will last until the end of the month. He would probably skip lunch for a while, but he had no regrets in buying the tickets.
His stomach grumbled. Okay, he takes that back. Maybe it was a bit stupid of him to waste money like this. He vowed to himself that he should never resort to drastic measures such as this again. Upon reaching the blond's locker, he opened it with ease (he got the combination from a sophomore named Yuffie) he placed one ticket inside, together with the note he had written for him. He closed the door and walked away, his face straight yet his steps were careful and paranoid.
Who was he fooling? The blond was meant to arrive for another thrity-minutes! With that mental scolding he gave himself, he shook his head and went to the library to read as he waited for the bell to ring. As he went in, he saw Xion arranging some books and he politely greeted her, "Good morning, Fantoche." Before settling himself at one of the couches and taking out a book to read. He caught a glimpse of one of the books that Xion was putting back to the shelves, entitled "Romeo and Juliet". Ah, that was a rather good book. A literature of romantic tragedy, like his and Demyx's, except in this novel, Romeo didn't have any affection towards the Juliet.
How tragic, indeed.
Demyx Mirage,
I thank you for doing this favour for me. I am sorry for I am unable to meet you in person to give you this ticket. As you can see, my area is quite from yours, also, I had errands to run before I go to class. Maybe we could meet in the exhibit?
See you tonight.
-Namine.
"Hey, Dem! What's taking ya?" the redhead asked the blond who was clutching a note on his hand and the a ticket on the other. Wow, he looks so weird, the man commented. He couldn't see the expression on the mullet-haired man's face with the bangs covering half of his face, so the redhead settled with, "That's a ticket for Nami's exhibit. Don't tell me you're skipping out on us again? But guess we couldn't help it, y'know? It's your sis after all." He inserted a laugh here, patting the blond on the back.
The redhead was shocked when the blond spoke too soon for him to register the question he had asked. He had to stop and take in the blond's words. "Hey, how much is a ticket for the exhibit?" Huh, ticket? Isn't he supposed to know that? His sis is part of the exhibit for fuck's sake. Better not mess with him, though. He looks like that one time when he had an argument with his parents. "I dunno. Pretty expensive, if I'm not wrong, they say that school staff are doin it so they can have half of it for the school funds, yeah." He replied, he wasn't too sure about the exact price, but he remembered his friend complaining on how pricey was the cost of one ticket.
"He must have bought two then, I wonder?" the other guy mumbled, he rose an eyebrow at the man. "Whatcha mumbling about? Come on, we'll be late for Mr. Leon's class, you know that how that bastard bitches when we're late," he told him, recalling the scarred man's scowl when they entered the room five minutes after the bell had rung for the last time.
The blond blinked and grinned, "Yeah, I guess he's pretty strict." Then the both of them went to class. For a moment, Axel Flames wondered for a moment what has gotten into his friend, then shrugging it off as "waking up on the wrong side of the bed day" and focused his attention to the scarred man in front of him. He caught sight of the resident nerdy emo gazing at his direction, but with further observation, it was the blond at his right the intellect was looking at and pondered at the moment the meaning behind that gloomy gaze.
Bah, never mind. Thinking is bad for me, anyways.
Namine stood at the frame of her brother's door, her blond hair tied into a bun. "Are you sure you don't want one, brother? I have an extra ticket here." Her brother shook his head, which he had been previously applying some gel on. "No really, Nami, it's fine." He replied, adjusting a few locks on his hair. He shrugged and added, "Someone already gave a ticket for me."
Namine blinked, showing mild surprise although she did nothing more than that. She simply smiled, "I understand, brother. See you at the exhibit then." Her brother nodded distractedly, as he examined his reflection carefully.
"See you later, sis."
She shut the door softly behind her and she left.
The exhibit was an array of artworks done by different artisans, ranging from oil paintings and charcoal sketches to wood sculptures and handicrafts. Everyone was in awe as they examined each display. Including Zexion was thoroughly impressed by with the magnificent works of art around him.
He was snapped out of his trance by a voice, he knows that voice anywhere. He looked around, quickly spotting the person standing out in the crowd. Mullet and Mohawk styled perfectly to his desire, with matching polo and pants, stood Demyx Mirage, talking with one of the teachers. And that blond girl with blue eyes stood beside him, wearing a simple white dress and a serene smile. It was that woman from before, the one who helped him carry his books.
Thousands of questions ran into the purple-haired man's head. Who is she? Why was she with Demyx? Is she a friend of Demyx? Why haven't I heard of this? (He feels like a stalker.) Since when did they know each other? Did Demyx have a sister? She looks so old to be his sister. That couldn't have been his sister; the shade of blond is different. Who was she to Demyx then? A friend or something more than that? He cut the sudden onslaught of questions running wild inside his calculating mind. He watched the two for a while before turning his gaze painfully away, for his heart couldn't take it anymore.
Instead, he glanced at the paintings in front of him. He spotted some of Namine's works, paintings made with oil paint. Her landscapes were mostly dark and heavy, giving the air of surreal aura. She added a bit of lighter colours, to lessen the gloom it was radiating. The end result was the picture being some twisted fantasy, painted as it were real. There were other landscapes as well, an island with shining sun and clear blue skies, white walls of a palace of some sorts and a portrait of a man with spiky hair and blue eyes.
Zexion can only conclude that Namine was one talented painter. And everyone in this would agree with him.
10:28 PM Demyx: Your talent in painting never falters! Such amazing works of art you have there, displayed for the world to admire!
10:29 PM Namine: Thanks for coming, Demyx.
10:31 PM Demyx: No problem, but why didn't you go and talk to me? I was looking for you… even if I didn't know what you looked like. I was hoping, you'd look at me or glance at my direction.
10:31 PM Namine: I'm sorry. I was scared… nervous, perhaps.
10:32 PM Demyx: Aw, but there's nothing to be afraid of!
10:32 PM Namine: How can I not be scared…?
10:33 PM Namine: If I didn't know what to say to you? I like you very much, Demyx.
10:34 PM Namine: I was at loss at what to do… whenever I see you.
10:34 PM Demyx: What are you saying, Namine?
10:36 PM Namine: I've always liked you. I asked you to go because I wanted you to see my works, wherein all of them were inspired by you. You are my inspiration; you've always been my muse.
10:37 PM Namine: I really like you, Demyx, so much. I like you a lot. Will you return my feelings?
10:38 PM Demyx: Thank you for having such good-hearted feelings for me. I'm afraid I cannot return them.
10:38 PM Namine: Are you in love with another?
10:39 PM Demyx: Yes, I think I might be. I am still trying to get to know that person more, but I really believe that that person is the one for me, I can feel it.
10:39 PM Namine: I understand. Who?
10:40 PM Namine: Who is that person who captured your heart? Will you tell me? Please, I need to know, for closure.
10:41 PM Demyx: It's… someone who doesn't see anything special within them. You see, this person has a very low self-esteem.
10:42 PM Namine: I see. This person has yet to realize your feelings for them. You're an amazing person, Demyx. You deserve so much more, more than me.
10:44 PM Demyx: I'm really sorry, Namine. I want to somehow make it up to you. Why don't you meet me after school? At the grey area, I'll take you out for a couple of drinks at the local café.
10:45 PM Namine: You don't have to do that. It's not your obligation. Well, it was nice meeting you, Demyx. See you around.
Namine has logged out.
He clicked several times and had successfully deleted that particular account. Demyx had given him a clue on the person he likes, or love? The blond was so sure back then that he would definitely fall in love with that person. He had made that decision without even getting to know that person well. That person better be good for him or else he will personally come and replace that person whilst explaining to the confused blond why he was a better ideal partner material than that person he was currently in a relationship with.
Although that wouldn't happen anyways, not even in a thousand years, he had already promised himself that whichever the emerald-eyed boy would choose to be by his side for eternity that he would find happiness with that decision. As long as the one he loves was happy, he was happy, even if he was by his side. That was good enough for him.
Low self-esteem? It should be someone from school; it could be a junior or a fellow, senior. Because why would he bother to tell him if that person wasn't attending the same school? Were there any shy people he had known? Ms. Fantoche was a bit shy. That girl in his class too, she blushes whenever someone tries to talk to her. Maybe she was the one the blond likes? Whoever she is, she must be so pretty and wonderful, down to earth and friendly. Unlike him, the anti-social book nerd with a strong hatred against bullies. Whoever she was, she was better than him. Zexion could never be better than her, not when he was already beaten without even looking at their accomplishments by the fact that she was a woman and he was a man.
And he wondered once again, if maybe he should stop this ludicrous charade?