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Title: A Heart to Call My Own
Author: rawker_demyx
Rating: M/NC-17�they mean the same in my book.
Contains: Yaoi, lemon, romance, AU, high school fun
Summary: Zexion, the resident emo kid in his high school,
was never looking for friends. He already had Axel and Marluxia, which was more
than enough. He never even saw the blond mullet coming. [Zemyx]
Disclaimer: The Kingdom Hearts series, its story and
characters, belong to Square Enix in association with Walt Disney, Inc.

A/N: Okay, I think this one came out much better than the
previous chapter! I�m so happy with all of the reviews I�ve gotten! Please keep
them coming as they encourage me to write more and write faster. Also, I love
all of the suggestions and I swear that I take them all into consideration.
They may not appear in the story immediately, but the ones I do decide to use
will be worked in eventually. So, stay tuned for a future update!

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�� Sunlight
streamed through a gap in the black curtains adorning the window. The sound of
birdsong brought Zexion out of his dreams as he opened his eyes just enough to
see that it was indeed daytime. He groaned and pulled the comforter over his
head while squeezing his eyes shut. It was much too early to be awake on a
Saturday. He just wanted to go back to sleep. It had been a long week and he
needed more rest.
�� Demyx had
started classes at his school on Wednesday and since then the two had spent an
unusual amount of time together. In Zexion�s case, however, unusual consisted
of more than five minutes of conversation per day. He had no idea what about
the blond teen made him open up so much more to him that to anyone else in his
life. And, to be honest, it was a bit unnerving. But, he could not stop
spending time with him. They talked in the morning, much to Axel�s chagrin,
they sat together in their two classes, and Zexion gave him rides home after
school.
�� In fact, he
had made plans to meet with the blond later that day to finish their physics
homework together. Zexion had put it off until now which was very unlike him.
But, each day after school he just lay down in bed unable to even think about
the assignment awaiting him. However, it was due on Monday and he needed to
finish it soon. Demyx had called him yesterday and asked him if he wanted to
work on it together, and after a small debate with himself as to the wisdom of
that course of action he told the other boy �that would be acceptable.�
�� A glance at
the clock showed him that he still had nearly two hours before Demyx would be
arriving at his house. He had told the silver haired boy that his mother could
drive him to his home, he just needed directions on how to get there. Before
Demyx arrived, he would need to take a shower and make himself presentable, but
he still had a little bit of time to relax and wake up. Looking to the clock
once more, he saw that the time was now 9:47 AM. He would wait until 10:00 AM
before he went and took a shower. Until then, he lied in bed and shut his eyes
against the sunlight with an occasional look to the clock to check the time.
�� Unfortunately,
10:00 AM came all too soon. Not wanting to get out of his comfortable bed, he
decided that he would wait until 10:01 AM since that would let him experience
the entirety of 10:00 AM. Wow, I�m weird�he thought. Still, he waited
that extra minute and then, finally, he threw back the covers and made his way
into his bathroom.
Reaching into the shower, he
grasped the metal lever that controlled the flow of water and turned it around
a little less than all the way so the water would be just a little too hot. He
liked to feel the heat against his skin to remind him that he was still alive,
the hot water feeling like liquid fire. He pulled his deep purple t-shirt above
his head and then pulled his plain, black boxer briefs down his thin legs.
Catching sight of his reflection in the mirror, he stared at himself for a
moment and examined what he saw.
Zexion saw pale white skin
stretched taught over ribs and his clavicle. His arms and legs were thin and
his body, as a whole, was small. Physically, he was rather unimpressive. He
liked to think that he made up for that fact with his mental abilities. His
eyes took in his chest and noted the short, thin scars the littered the expanse
of skin. Before he discovered the feeling of the searing hot water against his
skin, he used to cut himself to remind him that he could feel things. That was
also before he had met Axel and Marluxia. And now the scars served to remind
him of what he once was. He still reveled in the feeling of the hot water
though.
Placing his hand in the path of the
water, he deemed that the temperature was just high enough. He stepped in and
felt the heat assault his body. As the water blasted against his skin, he
became fascinated at the somewhat cooler feeling where each shaft of water from
the showerhead touched him. While he watched the water pound onto his chest, he
saw his skin turn bright red in reaction to the heat. The scars on his skin
appeared stark white against the deep red.
He picked up the shampoo and lathered it into his
silver hair. Zexion closed his eyes and breathed in the deep scent of lilacs
coming from the bubbles. He rinsed the lather from his hair and worked a
palm-full of conditioner into his hair. He thought his hair was one of his best
features and he made sure to take care of it to keep it soft and shiny. After
taking care of his hair, he soaped himself up and rinsed it off, then turned
the water off. After toweling himself dry, he stepped onto the cold tile and
walked to the entrance to the bathroom so he could get a look at the clock next
to his bed.
Demyx�s going to be here in an hour and
thirty-eight minutes�today�s going to be a long day.

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�� After
extreme preparation, probably more than the situation warranted, and much more
than he would ever admit to, Zexion was ready for Demyx to get there. He had
meticulously arranged his books, notes, and other assorted homework supplies in
a way that made it seem he did not care. Zexion was quickly realizing that
obviously he did care, but he had not quite figured out why. Shrugging it off
for the moment, he took a seat and waited for Demyx to get there. In the
meantime, he picked up the book he had been reading and got through a few more pages.
Not too much time had passed when
the doorbell rung. Zexion got up to answer the door and let Demyx into the
house. When he opened the door, he inwardly smiled at the expression on Demyx�s
face; of course, he displayed no outward sign of emotion: that was just
un-Zexion. Upon seeing the inside of the house, Demyx�s mouth was gaping wide
open.
�Coming in?� Zexion asked. He was a
man of few words.
�Uh�� Demyx seemed to need a moment
to process the enormity of Zexion�s house. It was just that big. �Uh, yeah.
Yeah�what?�
His internal smile widening, Zexion
turned around and made his way back to the living room. He expected Demyx to
follow him but when he sat down on the couch, he realized the blond was not
with him. Looking back, he saw the young man was still standing outside the
front door. He got back up and walked back to the door. Reaching outside, he
grabbed Demyx by the collar of his jacket and dragged him to the couch.
�Are you alright?� He asked.
Demyx seemed to be regaining his
cognitive abilities. His mouth closed, and then opened again, but there was
still no sound. Finally, on the third attempt, Demyx succeeded in speaking.
�You never told me you live in a palace!�
Giving him his patented deadpan
expression, Zexion said, �I don�t. It�s not a palace. It�s just�a rather nice
house.� Pausing for a second to consider his surroundings, he continued, �I
don�t like to advertise it around school.�
Demyx just gave a small sort of
understanding nod at this. �Well, still�it�s a palace to me.�
Zexion suddenly felt very awkward
about the whole situation. He never paid much attention to things like economic
differences between himself and his friends, but he knew it made Demyx feel a
bit uncomfortable, and he found himself sympathizing with the blond. Deciding
that the best way to end the unnatural silence, for it was unnatural for Demyx
to be silent, was to get to work, he suggested as much.
The slowly began working through
the problems together. They actually had both done the first two problems
individually before today: Zexion after his calculus test, and Demyx in the
following days. So, they only had four more problems left. Little did they know
that Ms. Wellen had been fairly cruel in her choice of assigned problems.
Zexion was more than competent at physics even on a bad day, and he had to
admit that these problems were quite difficult. What impact a cube rotating in
a coordinate system with a moving origin would have on his life, he had no
idea.
Some time later, both boys were
feeling the effects of hunger. They decided to take a break from their work and
find something to eat. Zexion led Demyx to the kitchen where he told him to
help himself to whatever he would like to eat. He would have offered to
actually make some sort of lunch for them to eat, but Zexion had problems when
it came to cooking. In fact, the word �problem� may be a bit of an
understatement. I remember that one time I started a small fire when I tried
to boil water�he thought. He explained to Demyx that he simply did not know
how to cook, though he did not cite any past incidents to prove this.
�Well,� Demyx said, �I could maybe
fix something, you know.� He was grinning rather sheepishly while he told
Zexion this.
Zexion felt spreading warmth on his
cheeks at the idea of Demyx cooking for him. He quickly looked away to hide his
blush and told Demyx that he was more than welcome to cook anything he liked.
All Demyx needed to do was tell him what he needed, and Zexion would find it
for him. After some thought, the blond decided that they should try making some
pizza, thought it would not be like fast food. Zexion did not eat pizza very
often because he usually found it to be greasy, fattening, and altogether
disgusting, but he thought he would give it a try if Demyx made it.
After getting the flour, sugar, and
olive oil for the dough together, Zexion realized that the yeast they needed
might be a problem. He was not sure if they had any in the house. Thankfully,
after much searching, he found some that they could use, though there was just enough
for the recipe. He made a mental note to stop by the store and buy some more in
case his mother had been planning on using that for something in particular.
�How�re you with a knife?� Demyx
suddenly asked.
Zexion looked up from the assembly
of ingredients which he had gathered with a confused look on his face. Demyx
held up a tomato in his hand and lightly poked it with a knife to show the
silver haired teen what he meant. Figuring that slicing things was probably a
less disastrous task for him to undertake than actually mixing any ingredients
would be, Zexion took the tomato and knife from Demyx and set about slicing it
into thin pieces. He was also told to shred some cheese Demyx had found and,
when the blond had seen the herb garden Zexion�s mother kept up just outside
the kitchen window, he was ordered to retrieve some basil and tear off a few
large leaves.
Finally finishing all of his tasks,
he looked back to Demyx to see him mixing together what had previously been
disparate ingredients that had miraculously been turned into dough. �Can you
take care of this while I get the oven and stuff ready?� He asked.
�Uh�.� Zexion was a little bit
unsure of what he was supposed to do, but he went along with it. �Sure�but,
what do I�?�
Demyx looked over his shoulder as
he took a baking sheet out of a cabinet that Zexion had pointed out to him.
�Just take the dough and knead it with your hands.� He was turning the oven on
and putting a thin layer of olive oil on the baking sheet to keep the pizza
from sticking.
Zexion took the dough into his
hands and, not really knowing what he was doing, started to squeeze it. He kept
this up for a while since he was not really sure what else he could do. It
feels kinda weird�he thought. Really soft and squishy�And then he heard
a soft laugh behind him.
�What?� He demanded. Having people
laugh at him was not one of his favorite activities.
Demyx laughed some more as he
looked over his shoulder. �It�s just�you aren�t doing it right!� His laughing
grew as he said this.
Feeling a bit indignant, Zexion
grabbed a small amount of flour out of the container nearby and casually tossed
it at Demyx�s face. The flour exploded into a cloud around him and caked onto
his nose and cheeks while some of it stuck to his ridiculous hair. �Don�t laugh
at me. And if I�m doing it so wrong, then show me how I�m supposed to do
it.�
He felt Demyx behind him suddenly.
The taller boy�s hands touching his own and guiding them. So soft�he
realized. The hands were showing Zexion�s what to do with the dough, the long,
nimble fingers helping his work own fingers the dough against the countertop.
�Here�s what you should be doing,�
the blond said. �Think you can handle it now?�
And, all too soon, the hands were
gone. Zexion just stood there, his hands seemingly paralyzed. Realizing that he
should be doing something, he tried to mimic the motions that Demyx had just
taught him. He just hoped that his friend had not seen any part of the extended
full-body blush he had experienced at the brief contact.
After finishing with the dough,
Demyx showed him what to do next. They took the slices of tomato and basil
leaves and laid them on the now flattened dough. Next, they sprinkled the
cheese on top and placed the pizza in the oven to cook. It would be a while
before the pizza was ready to eat, so Demyx excused himself to clean off the
flour that Zexion had assaulted him with earlier.
Not wanting to waste time, Zexion
got back to work on the remaining physics problems. He could see that these
problems were not going to be easy and he, frankly, did not want to do them.
This line of thinking was rather uncharacteristic for him, but he had been
acting rather uncharacteristic of late. Demyx eventually joined him in the
living room to continue working on his assignment as well. He asked a few
questions, but Zexion had to admit that he was rather impressed with the young
man. The blond seemed to grasp the material quite well, and while Zexion had to
keep referencing his extensive notes he had taken in class, Demyx had done no
such thing and seemed to be fairing nearly as well as he was.
Finally, the pizza was ready and
the two took another break to eat. During the resulting silence, Zexion noticed
that it had gotten late surprisingly fast. The must have not started making the
pizza until nearly four in the afternoon. It was already nearing dinnertime, so
Zexion decided to count the food as such. His parents had been at some kind of
business conference for the past few days, so he had needed to fend for himself
anyway.
Figuring that they would need more
time to work on the assignment, and since it was due on Monday, Zexion did
something that he had never done before. And, for some reason, it took him a
moment to gather up enough courage to ask this particular question. �Hey,
Demyx?�
The blond looked up from his slice
of pizza. �Yeah?� He stuck the pizza into his mouth and continued with,
�Mrrrphrrrmrrr?�
Normally, Zexion would have been
disgusted by such manners, but Zexion just found it to be�.well, it just seemed
like Demyx thing to do. �Do you want to stay over tonight so we can keep
working?�
Demyx�s eyebrows rose at this.
Swallowing quickly, he said, �Uh, sure! I just need to call my mom and let her
know�I�m sure she�ll be cool with it, dude.�
Once more, Zexion�s visible eyebrow
twitched at the word �dude,� but Demyx hardly seemed to notice. He was waiting
for him to pull out a cell phone to call his mother, but the blond was looking
at him rather expectantly. After a few seconds, he remembered his earlier
realizations upon seeing Demyx�s house for the first time.
�The uh,� he started saying. �The
phone is just over there�in that hallway.� He pointed to a narrow hallway that
led from the kitchen to the living room.
�Okay, thanks. I�ll just go check
really quick.� And with that, the blond was gone.
Cursing his ignorance, Zexion
munched on another piece of delicious pizza. He had to give Demyx his dues, the
pizza was quite good; much better than he was expecting.
For some reason, when Demyx
returned with the news that his mother had given him permission to stay the
night, and in fact had been quite happy with the knowledge that he was making
friends so quickly, Zexion�s stomach did a little flip. Before, when he had
offered, it did not seem like a big deal. But, now that it was actually
happening, Zexion was feeling a bit anxious. He had never had someone stay the
night at his house before, and he was not sure what to do exactly. Giving it
some though, he decided that focusing on the remaining physics work they had
left to do was good enough for the immediate future. It would also give him
enough time to come up with something to do so that Demyx did not think he was
a complete and utter loser.

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