Bad Day, Good Day Chapter 6
A/N: Hello, and welcome back bitches! I started working on this after I posted Chapter 5! Be happy that I felt like doing something and not lay around. Again. My muse went on vacation, and left me alone, with no inspiration. But she came back and she's working her butt off.
Recap: Last time, we found out that Demyx was moving in with Zexion. Yay.
P.S. – No, I'm not going to put that rating higher, I rather like a larger group of people to read and enjoy this story.
What to expect in this chapter: Demyx's apartment, Seifer and his lackeys show up, fluff, and… 'airplane stickers'… heh… Cookies to those who get the pun!
"Well, here we are, my place." Demyx said. "Can I stay here for tonight? So I can say goodbye?"
"Sure." Zexion said emotionlessly.
"Aw, c'mon Zexi, show some emotion." Demyx whined.
"The key, Demyx." Zexion held out his hand. Demyx pouted and crossed his arms.
"The key. Now." Zexion said sternly.
"No." Demyx puffed out his cheeks.
'So cute!' Zexion thought and inwardly fought down a blush. "Demyx. The key. Now." Zexion half-pouted.
"No." Demyx shook his head.
"Give it to me now, Demyx." Zexion growled lowly.
"Come and get it tough guy!" Demyx ran. Zexion sighed. He knew this coming ever since Demyx got sugar-high last night. The after-effects still didn't fade away. He took careful aim…
And fired the bug that would help him find Demyx later on. It fell in the back of his pants. For now, he would have to find a coffee shop to buy coffee for the both of them when he found Demyx.
A few minutes later…
"Hmm… he should be over here…" Zexion turned right.
And got the shock of his life.
He saw Demyx, backed up against a wall, surrounded by 3 people. The first one was wearing a black beanie and a trench coat, he saw that much. The second one, was easily the size of his friend from high school, Lexaeus. The third one was around his size, and from his angle, was probably a girl.
"Heh. Fag doesn't know when to give up, does he?" Beanie Boy sneered and gave a swift kick to Demyx's stomach. Demyx clutched at his stomach and dropped to his knees.
"Please… St-Stop…" Demyx pleaded. "Seifer…"
"Why would I?" 'Seifer' sneered and landed another blow to Demyx, only this time, at his side. Zexion saw red. In a second, he pinned 'Seifer' to the wall, despite their height difference.
"Don't you dare touch Demyx." He spat. "He is far too dignified to even breathe the same air as you, you low-life creature." Seifer kneed Zexion in the stomach, making him stumble back.
"Who the hell're you to say that to me?" Seifer snarled and punched Zexion across the face. Zexion dodged the fist and grabbed Seifer's arm, twisting it severely enough to almost break it. Seifer cried out in pain.
"I'm me." Zexion growled darkly, letting go of Seifer's arm and moving to help Demyx sit up against the wall.
"What's this? Emo-boy's all bark but no bite? C'mon, hit me with your best shot, shortie." Zexion stiffened, he hated when people made fun of his height. Seifer caught the movement from the other man and smirked. It seemed he had struck a nerve.
"I'm vulnerable, don't you feel like hitting me?" Seifer taunted. "Short. Shit." Zexion snapped. He rose from where he sat and pinned Seifer to the wall again.
"Don't you dare try to make me use my full strength on you, low-life. You don't know what I'm capable of." Zexion glared at him.
"Try me." Seifer pushed Zexion back.
Zexion stepped back to contemplate on the situation. He was asking for this, wasn't he? "I rather not, seeing as my friend is not in a mood to fight, and three-against-one does not seem fair, is it not?" Zexion reasoned.
Now Seifer was a man of reason, so he understood the other's reasoning… somewhat.
"Fine. 'Til next time…" Seifer walked past Zexion.
"Zexion."
"Zexion. Got it. You're not a bad fighter, see ya." Seifer walked away.
"Demyx. Let's go." Zexion walked over to Demyx.
"It hurts… when I try to stand up…" Demyx winced.
"Hmm?" Zexion raised an eyebrow. "Who ever said you were to walk?"
"N-No… It's… I'm fine… I can walk… for a bit…" Demyx tried to struggle.
"You're making this harder for me, Demyx." Zexion slid one hand under Demyx's knees and slid one under his back.
"But…" Demyx tried to protest, but it was hard since he was already weak from trying to outrun Seifer and his gang.
"Shh. Just sleep." Zexion planted a small kiss on Demyx's forehead. Demyx shifted a bit to make himself a bit more comfortable, being lulled to sleep by the warmth emitting from his friend's body.
"Demyx, where is the key to your apartment?" Zexion asked before the blond could fall asleep.
"Back… pocket…" Demyx answered sleepily. The last thing Demyx saw before he fell asleep was one of Zexion's rare smiles. 'He smiles even more now… Is it because of me…? I hope so…' Demyx thought sleepily, smiling back at him weakly before sleep consumed him.
Demyx's apartment, 11:00 a.m.
Zexion sighed. When the blond said that his apartment was messy, he really meant messy. It had taken Zexion 15 minutes to carry Demyx, who was surprisingly light, back to the apartment, 5 more minutes to find the blond's room, 10 more to pry his hands off of him, (The guy was half-octopus when he was asleep!) an hour to clean the whole apartment, and 30 more minutes to prepare something for Demyx to eat when he woke up. He then proceeded to collapse on Demyx's soft, sky blue couch.
Demyx's apartment, 4:00 p.m.
"Zexi? What- What time is it?" Demyx yawned, stepping out on the carpeted floor. Wait a sec… floor? Last time Demyx checked, it was a mess of notebooks, books, music sheets, and instruments. Demyx looked down. Yup, that was all floor. 'Wonder if Zexi cleaned? Must have took him a long time, then.' Demyx chuckled. Demyx wandered aimlessly around the apartment, checking to see if anything else was cleaned. They were. Even his instruments, which were all safely stowed away in his closet, seemed to sparkle. Just then, Demyx caught a scent of… something… coming from the kitchen. It smelled really good, so Demyx assumed Zexion bought take-out.
He was wrong.
On the table was an omelette, some macaroni and cheese, some bread and some soup. Beside the food, there was a note, Demyx picked it up and started reading it.
Demyx,
When you wake up, I want you to eat this, you are starting to look a bit pale. And don't think about leaving any leftovers.
-Zexion-
P.S. – Make it a habit to buy groceries periodically, you seem to have run out of food.
Demyx smiled. Leave it to Zexion to make a good deed feel like an order from your master. He didn't mind though, as long as it was Zexion. Demyx sat down and ate the food.
A few minutes later…
Zexion opened his eyes. That was curious, he thought, where was his bookshelf? Then he remembered the events of the day. He heard a thud from the direction of the kitchen, followed by a string of curses.
"Demyx?" Zexion walked into the kitchen.
"No, it's fine! I can handle it!" Demyx's muffled voice said from under a pile of… dirty laundry?
"Obviously, you can't." Zexion sighed and lifted a few pieces of dirty laundry from Demyx. He then proceeded dump all of the dirty laundry into the basket that Demyx dropped. He was so absorbed in pushing the laundry down to fit in the basket, he didn't notice Demyx playing with a little sticker-like thing until he finished. He dusted himself off then looked at Demyx to see if anything was wrong.
"… Demyx?" Zexion stared up at Demyx's head.
"Uhh… Yes?" Demyx answered weakly.
"… What's that on your head?" Zexion kept staring.
"Uhh… A paper airplane sticker?" Demyx pulled at the 'sticker' that was stuck on his head.
"Demyx." Zexion still stared.
"Uhh… Yes?" Demyx squirmed.
"That's not an airplane sticker." Zexion looked at his feet.
"Then… What is it?" Demyx cocked his head to the side.
"Ahh… How can I explain… It's uhm…" Zexion fidgeted.
"It's…?" Demyx prompted.
"The one that women use when it's their time of the month…" Zexion blushed deeply. They were men for crying out loud! They shouldn't even be talking about this!
Demyx's eyes widened. "Eeew! Blech! Help me get it off!" Demyx ran around in circles, pulling at the… abomination that sat stuck on his head. Demyx slowed to a stop when he saw Zexion's shoulders shaking.
"Uhh… Zexi? Y-You okay?" Demyx tapped on his friend's shoulder.
"Pfft! Hahahaha! Demyx! Y-You look absolutely ridiculous! Ahahahaha!" Zexion doubled over in laughter.
"That's not very nice…" Demyx said, lips twitching upward.
"But it's true!" Zexion managed to choke out.
"C'mon Zexi! Help me get it off!" Demyx whined.
It took Zexion a few tries to compose himself again, but when he did, Demyx's hair was free of any evidence whatsoever. (Except for the picture Zexion took with his cell phone's camera, but Demyx doesn't need to know that.)
"Demyx, I can't cook anything when you don't have anything in your fridge." Zexion's head popped out of the kitchen.
"Hehe… Sorry about that, I'll buy groceries tomorrow." Demyx smiled sheepishly.
"Oh no, we're going grocery shopping now, you procrastinating blond." Zexion said sternly, grabbing his coat from the coat hanger.
"But-" Demyx protested.
"No buts, Demyx. We are buying groceries now. And when I say now, I mean now." Zexion crossed his arms, tapping his foot.
"But-" Demyx weakly protested.
"Come on, we are going now." Zexion grabbed Demyx's hand and dragged him out the door, making sure he locked it before continuing on.
To the supermarket!
"Hmm… We'll need some milk too." Zexion checked off another one of many other items on his list.
"Zexi, I'm bored." Demyx whined.
"Demyx can't you see I'm-" Zexion thought of a brilliant idea. "Demyx, would you like to make shopping fun?" Zexion asked Demyx.
"Hell yeah!" Demyx was so absorbed in doing a little victory dance that shopping was going to be fun, he completely missed the evil smirk that had formed on the usually quiet man.
"Then, I'll need you to grip the handles tightly. I'm going in the cart." Zexion's voice cut through the dirty blond's little victory dance.
"Huh?" Demyx cocked his head to the side.
"We're going to have a little lesson in driving…" Zexion smirked.
A few minutes later… (Mwahahahaha!)
"And stay out!" The manager screamed at them.
"That was awesome, Zexi!" Demyx screamed. A few heads turned, but the blond didn't mind any of them. "Too bad we got banned from the supermarket though…" Demyx pouted.
"Which is exactly why I went to the one farthest to your apartment." Zexion said, dusting himself off.
"Heh, you're right!" Demyx jumped to his feet and skipped back to his apartment. True, they had been banned from the supermarket, but there was a lot more of them in the city.
Demyx's apartment… A few minutes later…
The blond fell to his bed happily. Today was the best day ever! Zexion rode in the cart and they raced to get all the things on the list in the shortest time possible. (Don't try this at any supermarket near you.)
Demyx's apartment, 11:00 p.m.
Thunder shook the whole apartment. Lightning flashed again and again outside. It reminded Demyx of that night… so badly… he couldn't sleep.
Apparently, Zexion couldn't either.
"Demyx?" The door creaked open.
"Hmm? Uhh, what- what brings you here Zexi?" Demyx blushed.
"I- I can't sleep." Zexion shuffled closer and closed the door.
"You wanna stay here for a while?" Demyx offered. Zexion nodded. Demyx smiled "Sure."
"Thank you." Zexion crawled into the bed.
"G'night Zexi." Demyx kissed the top of the other's head.
"Good night." Zexion snuggled closer to Demyx.
A/N: Ha! Two in a day! You people better reward me with reviews or I will not post for a week! Anonymous reviews are also welcome. See ya!