Holy damn. What. a. day. FIRST of all, we tied the High Score with the last chapter my lovelies. Myabe I should have birthdays (the 4th those who were confused) more often. XP But yeah. That's how important reviews are. That would have been a step closer to freeing Roxas! XO
But ah well. I LOVE ALL OF YOU ANYWAY! XD OMG. ALL THE BIRTHDAY LOVE. I LOVE ALL OF YOU.
ANDOMG. Zesty. Wrote me a story. Oh man. It just about made my century. AND I'm on her list of profile buddies! Eee. happiness. BUT ANYWAY THE STORY. Its called A Special Someone by Zestychicken2. Go read it now. ::pimps the love:: EEeee.
BUT YEAH so my crazy day started with a tossing of cookies. I guess 13 wings a bag of popcorn snowcaps and half a giant thing of fruit punch is too much for my stomach to handle in two hours. -.- But that's why I'm guessing because there's no fever or ANYTHING and I ate fine all day so. Don't worry I'm not sick. BUT ANYWAYZ so besides crazy learningland, I'm writing an essay for homework, and im on the LAST sentence, and the keyboard dies! And im like…are you shitting me. SO I drive to MartWal and get a cheap one, and I come back and the computers frozen, and as im tearfully restarting it it asks me if I want to save my Unsaved!Essay and I WANT TO but I have no keyboard OR mouse power.
BUT. DOCUMENT RECOVERY SAVES MY UNSAVING ASS AND IS THE REASON I GET TO WRITE TODAY. ::happiness::
SO yeah there might be some typos in this one because this keyboard is weird. It's thinner, and feels funky. ::mourns keyboard:: but like my old one had like a frayed wire and I never noticed. Boo.
Alright enough. It is time. ::goreadzesty'sstoryandleavereviewloveXD::
::btw this one hasn't been planned at all::
What If…
Larxene snuck sugar into Zexion's food and got him hyper?
((as suggested by the lovely Sofricus Aurora Zakuro))
Larxene glowered as she stirred the soup glumly. I hate kitchen duty, she thought darkly as she began adding various spices to her 'Vegetable Surprise' soup, which in reality had no vegetables at all.
"Nothing fun has happened in a while," she muttered to herself.
"What is it with everyone talking to themselves?" Marluxia commented loudly, entering the kitchen.
"Go screw Marluxia," Larxene replied offhandedly.
"Already did," Marluxia said, grinning. "Twice. Now, you said something about needing some fun?" he asked, holding up 6 of Demyx's giant pixie sticks.
"Where'd you get those?" Larxene asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I know where Demyx hid all of his pixie sticks away to keep from eating them," Marluxia said offhandedly. "What I am proposing is we set a little…plan…with these against the dear Melodious one…"
Larxene grinned maliciously as she began ladling soup into bowls. "What are you implying?"
"Why, it's simple," Marluxia continued, leaning on the counter mischievously, "We simply conceal six giant pixie sticks in the Cloaked Schemer's soup-"
"He'll notice immediately," Larxene interrupted.
"He'll never notice because your soup never tastes the same," Marluxia continued as if she never spoke, "and, since he obviously has no such tolerance for such high sugar levels, we watch as Demyx tries to keep him under control."
Larxene smiled evilly, taking the pixie sticks from Marluxia. "Excellent idea."
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Zexion watched with mild surprise as soup was placed before him. "Is there a special occasion that requires serving, Number XII?"
Larxene smiled mysteriously. "Am I not allowed to be nice?" she asked sweetly.
"No."
"Let's just say I'm being…sweet," she said, continuing to pass out soup.
Zexion looked down into his soup warily. Further down the table, Demyx was already diving into his. Hmmm, he seems unharmed, Zexion pondered, picking up his spoon, I guess it can't be that bad…He took a tentative bite and made a face as if he just bit a lemon.
"Damn," he muttered to himself. "That is…sweet…" he thought for a minute. She isn't up to something, is she?" He looked even further down the table, and saw that she too, was eating the soup.
"Impossible," Zexion concluded, and dug into the strange-tasting soup.
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Demyx sighed as he collapsed onto his bed with a copy of The Elusive Flame, the latest romance novel he was reading. Ever since Zexion and he started, 'reading', he actually found them to be quite entertaining. He hummed a quiet little tune as he opened the book to the page he was on and began to read.
He paused. It's quiet out there…he thought. Too quiet.
Demyx paused for the on cue interruption that usually comes after said thought. After nothing happened, Demyx sighed and got into his book.
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"DEMY!" Zexion cried as he kicked in the door, bestowing a flying tackle upon him. Demyx started, catching the flying Cloaked Schemer as he landed.
"Zexion--?"
"Demy I have missed you!" Zexion exclaimed, planting butterfly kisses all over Demyx's face.
"Zexion, what-…what are you wearing?"
Zexion looked down at the bright yellow robe Marluxia bestowed upon him and his neon coral shirt bearing the words: 'YOUR FISH ATE MY SOCKS.'
"He never asked for it back!" Zexion protested, "and I like my pumpkin pink shirt!" Zexion squeezed Demyx in a bear hug. "You're really cuddly," he said, instantly seductive, settling himself more fully upon Demyx.
Demyx blinked. "Wait," he whispered as Zexion began to kiss down his jawline. "Wait a second!" he said, puzzled. He thought for a moment as his past actions flashed across his mind. "…What did you eat today Zexion?"
"Ummm! Nothing unusual," he pondered aloud, "I had breakfast, and thatreeeeeealllyyy good sop that Larxene made, and a cracker, and another cracker, and another cr-"
"That's it!" Demyx said, gently pushing Zexion back. "Alright Zexion, stay here, I'll be right back."
"Where ya goin Demy?" Zexion asked.
"I have some business to attend to." He stopped at the door and turned around. "Don't play with anything shiny."
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Demyx knocked calmly on Larxene's door. After all, I could be wrong, she might have done anything at all to him…The door opened to a positively triumphant Larxene staring back at him. Then again maybe not.
"Why Demyx! How nice to see-"
Demyx picked her up by her cloak and shoved her into the wall. "It's Number IX to you," he said darkly. "What did you do to Zexion?!" he said harshly.
Larxene feigned innocence. "Why, I don't know what you're talking about Number IX." she jeered.
Demyx snarled. "You will tell me or-"
"Or what? Gonna drown me Demyx?" she inquired, electricity dancing in her eyes, "I'd like to see you try."
"Now, Now, what's all of this commotion? Can't we all be friends?" Marluxia asked calmly, strolling out of a portal.
Demyx dropped Larxene to the floor, coming at Marluxia. "What did you two do-"
"We didn't doanything Demyx, he just ate dinner," Marluxia explained. "Granted, his bowl of soup did have 6 giant pixie sticks inside—"
"Six?!" Demyx exclaimed. "Zexion doesn't eat sugar!"
"Exactly," Marluxia explained, "Now go be a good boy and ride it out," he jeered, disappearing into a portal.
Demyx made a noise of frustration, sent a death glare at a snickering Larxene, and was about to come at her again when a crashing noise resounded from the vicinity of his bedroom. He sent her the 'I'll-get-you-later' look and took off towards his room.
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"What. Happened. Zexion." Demyx ground out, eyeing the giant hole in his wall between his room and the hallway."
"Well, it involves a quarter, three sitar strings, and a stapler," Zexion said, ready to go into a long winded tale, when Demyx cut him off.
"Nevermind," he commented absently, and duct tape a poster board over the whole. "That'll work for now," he said, turning to Zexion. "So, what shall we do for the next few hours?"
Zexion seemed to be vibrating on the spot. "I know what I want to do," Zexion said huskily, pulling Demyx towards the bed. "Come here Demy," he whispered.
"No, Zexion, I can't. Not when you're like this."
Zexion looked hurt. "Why not?"
"Because…it's not…you!" he said, frustrated. "I'm the one that's supposed to be babied!"
Zexion pulled Demyx closer. "I'm still me. And I promise I'll stay still," he whispered into Demyx's ear. "You can baby me all you want."
Demyx thought for a minute, torn. "Well…I guess we do need to work off some of that sugar," Demyx admitted, pushing Zexion backwards towards the bed. "You need some exercise," he said, leaning over Zexion to place a searing kiss to his lips.
"Demyx…" Zexion whispered, leaning his head back on the pillow as Demyx kissed his collarbone. He was still unable to stay completely still, and ground his hips up against Demyx's.
Demyx hissed, planting a hand on Zexion's hip. "You promised to stay still!" Demyx said, mock-stern.
Zexion pouted. "But, Demy, it's so hard!" he said, winking.
"Believe me, I know," Demyx replied, grinning. "I've been hyper too you know. But it has its advantages," Demyx said, nibbling on Zexion's earlobe.
"HEY DEMYX!" Axel said, kicking down the door with Roxas in tow. "HOW ABOUT YOU AND THIS HYPER ZEXION COME PLAY...shuffleboard…..with…us?" Axel said, slowly, as he realized that Demyx and Zexion weren't paying attention to them at all.
Roxas poked him. "Come on, let's go," he whispered.
Axel looked torn and whispered back, "They don't even know we're here," Axel muttered, watching as a cloak was thrown on the ground.
Roxas growled and dragged him out of the room.
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EEEE. Haven't gotten to write a Zemyx in a while. Crap I have to awaken early tomorrow. I LOVE YOU ALL MY LOVELIES.
R AND R. XD
freaky-hanyou