Gyaah. Alright. So I neglected to mention another problem about that last Cleon: The Master List is MISSING. And I cannot find it to save my life. So. I made Master List Jr, and all is well. But yeah I am not expecting a High Score on reviews for that one (Current High Score10) But the hit count is reaching the same as my other multi-chaptered thingeh, and its allllmooost as high. SO MY LOVELIES. I WILL CONTINUE TO UPDATE. ::grumbles about the Indians:: Well. Now I have a liiiitle more time. But the play is starting, so my updations wont be as timed. XD I shall try. LOVEYOUALLeee.
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What If…
Zexion found a note written to him in one of his books from Demyx,
even if Demyx didn't want him to find it?
((as suggested by the lovely Rolliepollie44 AKA Zestychicken2))
Zexion sighed in relief as he shut the door quietly in the library. Phew, he thought. I really need to take a break from that assignment. I can't believe Demyx is actually leaving me alone to work on it. He must actually be laying off the Pixie Stix like I asked…Zexion shook his head, grinning to himself as he searched the shelves for his book he had hidden away. He checked to make sure no one was watching and pulled Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows from the shelf.
I'd never hear the end of it if anyone found out I was reading this… Sighing in relief, he sat down in his favorite comfy chair and opened to his page. He was surprised, however, when a note addressed to himself fell out of the book.
"What's this?" he wondered quietly, and began to read it.
----------((cue the flashback))-------
Demyx sighed inwardly as he tried in vain to distract Zexion from his research yet again. "Pleease Zexy?"
"No."
"You won't die if you leave your room for five minutes you know…"
"I am fully aware, Demyx, I just prefer to finish all of my work before I get distracted," he said offhandedly, turning pages in a thickly bound book on hearts. "Now if you don't mind…"
"But—"
"Number IX, I'd really like to get this done," he said sharply, but hastily regretted using the formal title when he saw Demyx's hurt look. "I promise I'll come find you when I'm finished," he said quietly.
Demyx visibly brightened and gave Zexion a light hug around the shoulders. "I'll close the door behind me," he whispered in his ear. Zexion shivered slightly as he heard the door shut quietly. He turned around and stared at it for a minute. Then he turned around and set back to work.
After a few minutes of staring at his paper, Zexion sighed. Dammit, I'm never going to be able to get any work done now… Almost on cue, Zexion heard the door open. "Number-"
"I'm innocent I swear!" Demyx said, cutting him off. "I just brought you something to drink," he said, laying a harmless bottle of water on the desk and leaving without another word.
Zexion stared at the bottle as if it offended him. He growled and picked it up, sipping it in frustration. Now I'm really not going to get any work done, he thought darkly, turning back to his paper again.
--------((now I wonder what Demyx is up to))---------
Demyx walked down the hall, lost in thought. Now, how will I pass the time…he wondered, walking by Axel's room. He stood outside the door, pondering for a moment whether he should knock or not. Either him and Roxas are a.) planning a new prank or b.) fucking like bunnies, he thought casually, knocking on the door. He heard a squabble inside, and the door was opened a crack as Axel poked an eye out.
"Oh Demyx, it's just you," Axel said in relief as he opened the door a little wider. Demyx barely stifled laughter as he saw a nearly-nude Roxas fall onto the bed in relief in the background. Pretending he didn't notice, he tried to sober and looked back at Axel, who was grinning at him sheepishly.
"Hey Dem, you wouldn't mind if—"
"Say no more, I'm gone!" Demyx said cheerily, running down the hall, laughing.
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Demyx quietly entered the library, shutting the door behind him. There has to be some kind of appeal to this place if Zexion keeps coming here…He walked around for a while, examining the books on the shelves. After walking for a while, he found a desk overlooking the dark outdoors with a feather pen and paper on top. Intrigued, he sat down in front of the desk. This would be an excellent view if there was sun in the World that Never Was…He sat there lost in thought for a while until he decide to write something. There was only one person on his mind at the moment.
Dearest Zexy,
I feel like such an idiot writing this, but since you are writing your research paper (again) I felt that maybe I should come to the library. I thought it would make me feel how I do when I'm around you. I know I know, I bet if I told you that you'd be all "What a stupid idea Number IX," and go back to writing. What can I say, I try.
But anyway, I really wish you weren't so work-oriented all the time. We are practically polar opposites. It feels as if there is no way for us to have anything together. But, ignoring the whole we-don't-have-hearts-and-can't-feel business, I can't help but feel something when I'm near you. Once again, I can see you saying "Don't be an idiot, Number IX," and ignoring me. But I know you care. Right?
I'm rambling. It seems like that's all I do around you. I can't help it. You make me speechless.
I guess I'll be seeing you,
Demyx
Demyx looked over his impromptu letter and snickered lightly. What a load of bull, he thought darkly, it just screams ANGST to me… Suddenly, he heard the door opening in the library. Panicking, he folded up his letter and ran down an aisle, looking for a book that Zexion would never read. He picked up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and stuck his letter into it.
"If he reads that book ever, I'll dress as a woman," he said offhandedly to himself, and stuffed the book back on the shelf. He heard someone nearing the aisle he was in, and quickly headed for the other side of the library.
From his hidden perch in an aisle by the sitting area, he saw as Zexion settled down to read a book. To his horror, he had Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in his hand.
Oh. Shit.
----------((TO PRESENT!))------------
Zexion's eyes widened as he read over the letter Demyx unknowingly wrote to him in his book. There is no way he could have known I'm reading this…he thought uncertainly, continuing to read. Do I really act that cold around him? He thought for a minute. I guess I am a little work oriented…he sat in thought, mind nowhere near Harry Potter.
Meanwhile, Demyx watched Zexion's every move from his hidden spot in the aisle. He watched in horror as Zexion's eyes widened as he continued to read. If only I could get to the door I could get out of here…He'll know it was me if I use a portal…I'm surprised he hasn't smelled me already. Sneaking out of the aisle, he managed to get to the aisles near the door on the other side of the room at the exact moment that Zexion walked over to the aisles to place Harry Potter back on the shelf. Both stared at each other, speechless.
"Zexion, I'm sorry, I—"
Demyx was cut off as Zexion moved forward to embrace Demyx, Harry Potter falling to the ground. Demyx was still, stunned, as Zexion pulled him closer.
"I'm the one who should be sorry," he whispered into Demyx's ear. "I didn't realize how much time I spent on my work…And all those times I've yelled at you for interrupting me…Am I really that cold Demyx? I know I am sometimes, but all the time?"
Demyx was in shock. He had never heard Zexion sound so uncertain before. He reached up and patted Zexion's shoulder in what he hoped was a reassuring way. "I'm really sorry Zexion, I shouldn't have said all that…"
"Answer the question, Num-Demyx."
Demyx smiled to himself, realizing that Zexion was trying really hard to be nice to him. "Well, you're only cold when you're focused on something, which is good because you're doing what you're supposed to be doing. I'm the one who should focus more," he said quietly.
"Nonsense," Zexion said, chuckling, "you being focused has to be a sign of the Apocalypse." Demyx stuttered, smacking him.
Zexion pulled him closer again. "You know I care, right?" He whispered quietly. Demyx almost didn't hear him.
"Of course I do Zexy," he whispered back, pulling him in for a quick kiss. Zexion wouldn't let him pull away so quickly however, and pushed him against the nearest row of books. Demyx groaned and fisted Zexion's hair, kissing him back. Pulling away, breathless, Demyx grinned.
"I can't believe you were reading Harry Potter."
Zexion blushed.
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THERE WE GO. LONG STORY! WHEEEEE! I don't know why, but although AkuRoku is my KH OTP, I have an easier time filling out Zemyx stories. Hmmm. Odd indeed. BUT! I WOULD LOVE IT IF THIS ONE BEAT MY HIGH SCORE.
::consults Master List Jr:: It seems theres a mini stint of Zemyx, then it becomes varied. Wo0t!
Question of fun: Favorite fluffy moment!
And by the way. Harry PotterLOVE. XD
LOVE TO ALL!
freaky-hanyou