Bad Day, Good Day Chapter 8
A/N: Yo! This time, it's a real update, not that side story stuff. Moving on!
Disclaimer: Dude, how long was the last time I did this, well, here goes, I don't own it. Not even a plushie. *sobs* Whatever, you weren't here to hear me cry about how I don't own it, go on, my pretties, fly, fly like the yaoi fangirls (or boys) that you are!
This chapter is dedicated to PinkyNut. She is awesome. Even through the problems in her life, she managed to update. Also, to my computer! It stopped bein' a bitch so that I could read the new chapter of PinkyNut's story! Woot!
Recap: Zexion couldn't sleep because of the storm so… SLEEPOVER AT DEMYX'S ROOM!
What to expect in this chapter: Random. Lots of random.
It was warm. That was the first thing that Zexion's mind understood when he woke up. It wasn't the sudden chill of his apartment, oh no, it was warm… almost… inviting him to fall back into sleep.
"Hey, hey Zexi, I think the rain stopped." A voice flitted through his half-asleep ears. It sounded… familiar… somehow…
"No… I didn't eat the cookies Mom…" Zexion answered, words heard but not understood.
"Mom? That's a new one." The voice chuckled weakly. Zexion's ears perked up. 'Chuckled?' Zexion thought. No one chucked at his apartment. Hell, he didn't even have a roommate, to begin with!
Then the events of last night began flitting through his mind. 'Oh… yeah… last night… I slept here because…' Zexion winced. He still couldn't think of that night without that stabbing pain in his heart.
"Zexi…? You awake?" Demyx –Zexion remembered, he slept with him last night—No not in that way- asked.
"No." Demyx chuckled. "Well, I think you are awake, you just said something." Demyx poked Zexion's side.
"I most certainly am not awake; I am asleep and not talking." Zexion smirked against Demyx's chest; it had seemed that they had adopted an odd position while unconscious; his head was lodged directly on Demyx's chest, right beside his heart, while his arms were trapped in the small space between their bodies. Demyx's arms were wrapped around his waist, head on top of his.
"But you just answered me." Demyx whined. Zexion chuckled weakly; he could almost imagine the blond pouting.
"Alright, alright… I am awake and fully prepared for whatever the day has to throw at me." Zexion raised his head from Demyx's chest sleepily. The blond laughed, shaking his head.
"I don't know how you can say that with a straight face, Zexi!" Demyx sat up in his bed, pulling Zexion up along with him.
A few minutes later…
Zexion moved about the kitchen so gracefully, one could say he was dancing to the tune of life, he, on the other hand, would say that it was simply his body, weak from the lack of movement the night before.
"What's for breakfast, Zexi?" Demyx's head popped in the kitchen.
"What would you say to some pancakes?" Zexion asked, expertly flipping a pancake while reading his book. Demyx squealed.
"Pancakes? I love pancakes!" Demyx immediately set the table.
"How many?" Zexion asked.
"Twelve!" Demyx replied happily.
"Twelve?" Zexion turned to look at Demyx incredulously, not missing the pancake as it fell back into the pan.
"Yes, twelve." Demyx rolled his eyes.
"How on earth can a human eat that much food and not get fat?" Zexion demanded.
"It's all in the genes, baby." Demyx patted his hips, smirking at Zexion.
"That's curious… Demyx, would you mind if I dissected you?" Zexion put the last of the pancakes, piled high on a plate.
"Fwat? Of course I would!" Demyx swallowed, eyes wide.
"Oh… nevermind then." Zexion went back to eating his pancakes.
"You have a freaky sense of humor." Demyx said. "Asking me if I wanted to be dissected… Crazy, man."
"I wasn't joking." Demyx looked at his companion, slowly standing up and dumping his plate and silverware in the sink.
"Uhh… Well that's great and all but I have to go shower. Now. Bye." Demyx quickly turned…
And hit the wall.
"Ow! Fucking damnit! Stupid wall…" Demyx glared at the wall, sitting down and nursing his head.
"Demyx… Are you alright?" Zexion stepped towards the blond.
"Don't dissect me!" Demyx jumped away from Zexion, tripping on the chair in the process and falling unceremoniously on the floor.
"Pfft! Hahahaha! I can't believe you fell for it!" Zexion laughed.
"W-What?" Demyx stared up at Zexion.
"I was joking! Why would I dissect my best friend!" Zexion helped Demyx stand up. Demyx gaped at him. 'Best friend? I'm his best friend?'
"Demyx, shut your mouth a fly could get inside." Zexion tapped his mouth with his finger to close Demyx's mouth. Demyx looked at the clock.
"Oh shit! I have to be somewhere! Sorry Zexi, but I've gotta go!" Demyx rushed to the door.
"Demyx, you didn't even shower, where are you going anyway?" Zexion grabbed the crook of Demyx's elbow.
"My job!" Demyx quickly stripped himself while going to the shower, briefly mooning Zexion for a second until he disappeared behind the door.
"That's what I call a full moon." Zexion laughed, picking up the clothes Demyx hadn't bothered to pick up.
"I heard that!" Demyx's voice rang through the apartment, along with the gushing of water.
"Hmm." Zexion smiled. 'I seem to smile more often now that I'm staying with Demyx.' He thought, pausing in his steps. 'Is this what love feels like?' He thought for a second, before shrugging it off as simply friendship and continuing on with his duties. (Cleaning, washing, etcetera)
A few minutes later…
"Ahh! Nothing like a good ol' hot water to wake you up!" Demyx said, stepping out of the bathroom. "Zexi! Your turn!" Demyx said. Odd, no one was answering.
"Zexi?" Demyx looked in the kitchen. 'Nope not there.' Demyx thought.
"Zexi-ooooon! Where are- you?" Demyx gaped at Zexion in his room (the guest bedroom) doing something random with his hands at the sides of his head, waving his hips side to side with some crazy music playing.
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"Zexion… What are you doing?" Demyx asked. Zexion visibly flinched. He didn't expect Demyx to be done so soon!
"Uhh… I'm doing the CaramellDansen?" Zexion slowly turned around. Crap. Demyx was there. "How long have you been there?" He asked.
"Just now." Zexion breathed a sigh of relief. 'He just got here… that's good. He didn't see me make myself look like an idiot.' He thought.
"Uhh, okay. Well I just came to say that the shower's all yours!" Demyx said cheerfully, as if the last few seconds didn't even exist.
"Thank you." Zexion nodded. "Oh and Demyx," Demyx turned around to face his best friend. "I might not be here later, when you come back, I'll be visiting my uncles."
Demyx nodded. "Oh, okay, thanks for telling me. Bye Zexi!" Demyx checked his watch. "Oh shit! I'm gonna be late!" And ran out the door.
Now we go separate, first, Zexion…
A few minutes later…
"Hmm… I wonder how my uncles are doing…" Zexion stepped out of the shower, clad in only a towel at his waist. (I bet you guys are drooling over the sight of Zexion in a towel, huh? Hehehe…) "Now… What to wear…" Zexion stopped in his tracks. 'Shit, I forgot to get some extra clothes!' Zexion sighed, dressed up in his clothes the day before, then went out the door to his apartment to get new clothes. (He locked the door, of course.)
10 minutes later…
Zexion stepped out of his house with a duffel bag and a small backpack. The duffel had a few of his books and the small backpack had all of his clothes. (lul.) He started to walk towards the parking lot which had his motorcycle that one of his uncle's friends gave him; he said its name was Fenrir.
Zexion rode over back to Demyx's apartment, where he immediately dumped all of his things in his 'room'. Then quickly went back down to Fenrir to go and visit his uncles.
Now to Demyx!
"Crap, crap, crap, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!" Demyx said as he ran to his job; a caretaker of 7 creepy men, Loz, Yazoo, Kadaj, Sephiroth, Xehanort, Xemnas and Vexen.
"I'm sorry I'm late!" Demyx said as he burst through the door.
"… Demyx?" A familiar voice said.
"… Zexion?" He said.
"What are you doing here?" Zexion asked.
"Uhh… I work here?" Demyx stared. "They're your uncles?" He asked.
"Yes. They're your bosses?" Zexion countered.
"… Yeah."
"…"
"…"
"Well," Sephiroth said, putting his hands together. "This is awkward."
"Who cares! We now have two people to boss around!" Yazoo raised a glass of wine. (Zexion wouldn't give him beer.)
"Yeah!" Everyone in the room raised their glass of wine. (Yes, even Xehanort and Vexen.)
"Zexion?" Demyx asked.
"Yes Demyx?"
"Were dead, aren't we?"
"Sad to say but, yes, we are as dead as my sense of humor."
"Aw c'mon, your sense of humor's not that dead." Demyx nudged Zexion's shoulder with his elbow.
"As my sister's sense of humor, then."
"You have a sister?"
"… Had."
"Oh I'm so sorry-"
"Zexion!" Kadaj yelled. "Bake us a pie!"
"Pie! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Paaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii!" They chanted.
"… Ugh, fine." Zexion hung his head.
"Deeeeeeemyyyyyyyyyx! Where's Puppy?" Xemnas whined.
"You mean Saix?"
"Yeeeeeeeeees!"
"Saix! C'mere, boy!"
Saix the 'puppy' stepped out of the bedroom, decked out in a dog costume.
"You rang, Master Xemnas?"
30 – 40 minutes later…
"Demyx! What the hell is that?" Zexion asked, pointing to Saix, who was making out with Xemnas.
"That's my co-worker, Saix. He sorta has a thing with Xemmy." Demyx shrugged his shoulders, as if it happened every day.
"LOOK! ZEXION'S DONE MAKING THE PAH!" Vexen, who was drunk, said.
"PAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIII!" They surrounded Zexion, each getting a piece.
"Aw, I didn't get any pie!" Demyx whined.
"Here Demyx, I… saved you a piece." Zexion gave Demyx a piece.
"Wow! Thanks Zexi!" Demyx hugged the smaller man, biting a little from his hand.
"Ah! D- Demyx!" Zexion flushed a bright red. "Stop acting like a dog!" Still a bit red, Zexion softly slapped the other on his arm.
"Hey, Hey-hic!- Hey guys! Look! Our –hic!- Our little boy's all grown up!" Xehanort raised his glass of wine. "A toast!"
"Cheers!" Every one, again, raised their glasses of wine.
"It- It's not like that!" Zexion blushed again.
"Aw, look Deeemyx! Zexion's bluuuuuushiiiiiiing! Isn't he kyuuuuute?"
"Aaah! Why do I even bother visiting you people?" Zexion covered his face with his hands, still blushing a scarlet so deep it countered Riku's. (And that is a pretty awesome feat.)
"Because you loooove us!" They answered simultaneously, as if it happened every time Zexion was there. (And it did.)
A few torture-filled hours later…
"Aaah! I'm so tired I don't wanna walk back!" Demyx leaned on Zexion.
"Who said we were walking?" Zexion smirked.
"Oh no, I am not letting you carry me back home again." Demyx immediately stood straight.
"Oh no, Demyx, no, no, we're taking Fenrir."
"Fen… rir?"
"My uncle's friend gave it to me as a present for my 16th birthday."
"That's Fenrir?" Demyx gaped at the mother of motorcycles.
"It's not much, but I make the best of it." Zexion shrugged
"Are you kidding! I would kill to have a ride like this!" Demyx stared at Fenrir.
"Come on." Zexion threw his leg on the motorcycle.
"Wait, no helmet?" Demyx asked cautiously.
"Oh yeah." Zexion grabbed a helmet and threw it at Demyx. "Here."
"What about you?" He asked, sitting behind Zexion and wrapping his arms loosely around the smaller man's waist.
"Don't have another." Zexion shrugged. "Now hang on tight!" And sped off.
"What do you mean you don't have another- Waaah!" Demyx frantically wrapped his arms tightly around Zexion's waist.
A few minutes later…
"That was totally WICKED, Zexi!" Demyx staggered off the motorcycle.
"Eh? I was going at my slowest pace, Demyx." Zexion pulled the helmet off of Demyx's head.
"Slowest? I don't want to see you do your fastest." Demyx's eyes widened.
"Do you?" Zexion turned around to smirk at Demyx, visible eyebrow raised.
"… Sorta." The blond muttered, but still loud enough for Zexion to hear.
"Hmm." Zexion turned back to walk inside the apartment.
"H-Hey! Wait for me, Zexi!" Demyx ran after his slate-haired friend.
A/N: Woo! I am on a roll, baby! Not just any old roll, but a roll that is on fire! (Hey look, it says at the side; Made in Axel's room!)
Oh yeah, and Caramel Apple Soup isn't real. (Sorry Riku![That's PinkyNut, she's my Riku, and I'm her Sora!] Oh god that sounded so wrong! What I mean to say is, she's my best friend!)
Another thing, did anyone get the paper airplane sticker bit? Hehe… Stickers…
And, 'pah' means 'pie' to anyone who sorta didn't get my odd language...
See ya next time!