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Title:
A Heart to Call My Own
Author:
rawkerdemyx
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. Rated for later chapters. Zemyx
Disclaimer:
The Kingdom Hearts series, its story and characters, belong to Square Enix in
association with Walt Disney, Inc.
A/N:
Omg! I�m so sorry! I never meant to neglect the story for this long. But,
school stuff happened. >_< Stupid college. Stupid physics to be more
specific. And now this film analysis class is being evil. However, I felt I
needed to update as soon as possible! Please accept my apologies and some
homemade chocolate chip cookies! ^_^
Thanks
for all of the reviews guys! They really mean a lot to me! I love knowing that
people appreciate the work and would like to read more. Even during my
unfortunately not-so-brief absence, I still read every single review that was
delivered to my inbox. Once again, thanks so much. :)
Also,
(ff readers) I reloaded chapters one and two to fix a few typos I found I had
made. If you see any of these, feel free to send me a message or something and
point it out. I don�t have a beta and actually check all of this myself, and
while I am quite competent, there are always a few errors that escape me.
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�� Okay, Zexion thought, maybe
focusing on physics was not the best idea. The remaining homework had
actually been completed rather swiftly. Now he was pressed to find some new
activity for himself and his impromptu companion, and he had not come up with
anything since he had invited Demyx to stay for the night. Zexion did not want
to suggest anything that was, in his mind, too lame, but all he could come up
with was something along the lines of a movie. But, sitting in a dark room
alone with Demyx was simultaneously somewhat appealing and disturbing to him. Still,
what else is there to do around this place? He was somewhat limited in his
ideas since it was usually just him at his house and he was happy with simply
reading a book, but that was not really a group activity.
�� In a futile effort, he tried to
stall for any amount of time he could by slowly putting his homework and
textbooks away in his backpack and telling the blond boy to follow him upstairs
so he could see Zexion�s room and put his bag up there as well. It would not earn
him much time, but anything would do.
�� Wow, man! This is your room?� Demyx
exclaimed.
�� Zexion turned his head slightly to
the side to hide the faint blush on his cheeks as he dismissed Demyx�s awed
comment. �It�s not really all that great.�
�� The taller boy was quickly darting
to and fro around his bedroom examining every little thing. �How can you say
it�s not cool? First off, look how big it is. I HAVE TO YELL FOR YOU TO HEAR
ME!� Demyx emphasized this point by raising his voice to an outrageous level.
�� The silver haired teen winced at
Demyx�s unnecessary volume, quickly crossing the room to end the need in
Demyx�s mind to raise his voice. �It�s not really all that big. And that still
doesn�t explain why it is �cool.�� For some reason, he found that he was not
quite sure what he should do with his hands so he stood awkwardly for a few
moments before deciding to hold them behind his back.
�� The blond simply shrugged and
replied, �I dunno, it just is. You have some neat stuff. Even if it is a little
bit on the emo side.� At the stern look on Zexion�s face, Demyx quickly pointed
to the poster adorning the door to his closet. �C�mon! Motion City Soundtrack!�
The shorter teen just balked at this as his friend continued to rifle through
his things. To be honest, he did not mind it so much since he really did not
have anything to hide; and, if Demyx was comfortable enough in his home to act
this way, though Zexion was not sure Demyx acted any other way, then he was not
going to put a stop to it.
�� Demyx just kept bouncing from one
thing in his room to the next. He would stop to marvel at a poster of a band or
movie that he particularly liked as well, before dashing across the room at the
sight of something shiny. Zexion had to admit it, his tall friend was a bit unorthodox.
Spastic is probably a more appropriate word; and possibly on crack. For
the second time, Zexion reminded himself to make sure that the blond never
found any form of caffeine, sugar, or, dare he say it, any combination of the
two in his hands. Ever.
�� There was only so much to marvel at
in Zexion�s bedroom before, while examining his music collection, Demyx uttered
the terrible question the silver haired boy had been dreading. �So, what do you
want to do now?� He was still immersed in the meticulously organized tower of
compact discs, so he did not see the wide-eyed expression on Zexion�s face;
however, he quickly composed himself and decided to just go with the first
thing the came to mind.
�� How about a movie?� The words just
seemed to fly out of his mouth even though he had already dismissed the idea. Well,
that makes sense since it was the only thing I had come up with so far.
Zexion somewhat regretted this almost instantly as the blond�s head snapped
around and those sea green eyes took on a mischievous glint.
�� Depends,� he answered
noncommittally. �What kind did you have in mind?� Demyx stood up from where he
had been kneeling in front of the music collection and started to advance on
the smaller teen. Zexion began to back away from the now maniacal looking boy
in front of him. He could hardly have known that Demyx was a movie fanatic.
�� Resigning himself to his fate,
Zexion managed to get out a reply. �Well, we have a lot of movies�I don�t
really mind what it is�so, maybe you could pick?�� A part of him told him that this was not the best decision he had
yet to make in his very short life. And, in fact, the other part of him had to
agree. For once, Zexion presented a unified front: telling Demyx to pick the
movie was simply not a good suggestion. Still, the damage was done and
there was no going back on it now.
�� The two proceeded down the stairs
and back to the living room, seeing as how that was where Zexion and his
parents kept all of their movies. Demyx stood in awe, his mouth slightly open,
as his gaze took in the vast collection of movies his family kept. In
actuality, very few were belonged to Zexion, and those that did were of a more
academic nature. The majority of the collection belonged to his father who, in
the teen�s opinion, had a very distinct taste. For lack of a better word.
�� The next words out of Demyx�s mouth
were the most unusually put together string of obscenities that Zexion had ever
heard put together with so many religious references. �Sweet mother of fuck,
it�s the goddamn movie Mecca! Where the Hell did you get all this shit?!?�
�� Zexion�s face fell. He could not
believe that one person could swear that much in such a short time span. The
silver haired boy was no stranger to expletives, but he did not regularly
employ them either. The occasional use of the word �Hell,� every so often
�damn,� and at one especially psychologically damaging time he said �fuck,� but
never had he even heard a reaction like Demyx�s before. He thought he should be
appalled at such callous behavior, surely his mother would have been, though
his father not so much; still, he could not help but laugh a little bit at the
taller boy�s reaction.
�� Moving past the blond to point at
his movies, IMAX specials of marine biology, cosmology, et cetera, he said, �These
are mine. The rest are my parents�. Mostly my dad though. He�s a bit of a movie
collector, but not like you�d think.� Zexion paused in his explanation to
select one of his father�s movies at random and display it for Demyx. �See? Not
really the classics.�
�� The box was snatched out of his hand
so fast that he could have sworn Demyx�s hand had been a somewhat tan blur. �Oh
my God, are you kidding?� He demanded. Zexion simply looked at him
incredulously while he waited for an explanation. �This is Elvira: Mistress
of the Dark! It is a classic!� Out of all of his actions, all of the
things he had said, this is the one that concerned Zexion the most. �You can�t
tell me you don�t like it! It has comedy, sorcery, sarcasm, and look! She has
huge boobs!� Suddenly Zexion�s incredulous look turned to one of disdain.
�� Demyx very quickly got the idea that
maybe he should not be trying to sell the less than stellar movie to his
shorter friend. Zexion had told him that he could choose the movie they would
watch, but he would veto that nomination very quickly. He watched, to be safe,
as Demyx slid the box back into its place and began perusing the other
possibilities. The silver haired boy made his way to the couch and took a seat
to wait for his friend to finish choosing something for them to watch.
�� Finally, Demyx made his to the couch
as well and sat down next to him. Somehow, he had snuck the disc into the DVD
player without Zexion seeing what he had chosen. This slightly unnerved him,
but he decided to give Demyx the benefit of the doubt. Said boy suddenly jumped
up, startling Zexion, and shot over to the light switch to turn off the lights
causing the offensive glare on the television screen. He felt the blond sit
back down on the other side of the couch from him while he attempted to sit so
close to the other edge that he was almost on top of the armrest.
�� Unfortunately, Demyx had chosen a
movie that was not quite what he had in mind. In fact, it was the antithesis of
what he normally watched: a horror movie. Zexion avoided them for a reason: he,
contrary to popular belief, had a very active imagination and was easily
traumatized by scary movies. He could not quite manage to voice his dislike
concerning the choice of movie, but he did make a disapproving look in Demyx�s
general direction; however, with the lights turned off, Demyx could not see the
scathing glare.
�� Before he knew it, blonde girls were
running from murderers with masks and butcher knives, dead people were crawling
out of the ground to eat the faces off of the living, and blood and bits of
internal organs were flying everywhere. Zexion did not want to any more of this
travesty, but it is what Demyx wanted. Suddenly, something sliced through a
character�s neck, and Zexion squeaked and covered his eyes while the character
was left blinking for a second before his head fell off.
�� At hearing the noise he had made,
Demyx paused the movie and looked over at his new friend. �You�re okay with
this, right?� When he got not response, he asked, �Zexion?�
�� I�I�ll be o�okay.� He managed to
stammer out.
�� You sure?� Was the response he got
from the blond.
�� No, I�m terrified! �Yeah,
I�ll be fine!� He reassured. He found it a bit na�ve, and yet, a bit endearing,
that Demyx took everything he said at face value and could not read between the
lines.
�� The movie started playing again and
Zexion mentally prepared himself for the psychological raping he was about to
receive. Without warning, a killer jumped out and attacked the quarterback of
the high school football team with a chainsaw. Zexion squeaked again and then
nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Panting from
the adrenaline rush he just received, he looked to the hand that was now
resting on his shoulder. His eyes followed up the owner�s arm and up to his
face, those aquamarine eyes staring right at him. The hand on his shoulder gave
a slight squeeze, and then rested there reassuringly.
�� Zexion suddenly blushed deeply and
was very grateful for only the faint glow of the television. All thoughts of
people running through the night and being hacked to bits fled his mind as that
hand moved from his shoulder to slide around to his other side, Demyx�s arm now
comfortably slung around him. He felt Demyx pulling him closer and Zexion
shifted himself on the couch cushions so he was sitting right next to the
taller boy.
�� You lied,� Demyx whispered, just
loud enough to be heard over the film.
�� The blond�s beautiful gaze
mesmerized Zexion. He could not look away from his eyes and only managed to nod
his head slightly at the statement. He saw Demyx was inching closer, the
distance between their faces closing rapidly. Is this�going to be my first�?
Heated thoughts flew through Zexion�s mind as the two approached each other.
Zexion�s eyes slid shut as his and Demyx�s lips were about to collide. And
then, the entire scene was shattered as a blood curdling scream came from the
television causing Zexion to jump and smash his face right into the blond�s.
�� Both boys yelped at the pain in
their heads, each recoiling away from the other to recover from the incident.
After this, Zexion was too mortified to even look in Demyx�s general direction.
He simply moved back to the other side of the couch and tried to watch the rest
of the movie without embarrassing himself. Let�s review what just went
wrong: one, I got scared by a movie in front of him; two, we almost kissed;
three, I tried to break his nose. Yeah, there�s no salvaging this.
�� The rest of the movie passed without
incident. In the end, there was some cheap Hollywood �happy� ending where the
protagonist did not die and somehow, miraculously, ended up with his love
interest that had, most unfortunately in Zexion�s opinion, survived the plot as
well.� Of course, there was always the
sequel to take care of that bit. Good luck surviving that twice.
With the movie now over, Zexion was at a loss of what to do. After
embarrassing himself so thoroughly during the screening, he was quite
uncomfortable around the taller teen.
�� Hey, Zexy?� Demyx asked.
�� Don�t do that. �Yes?� He
replied, knowing that any verbalized protest of that accursed nickname would go
unheeded.
�� Demyx had gotten up to flick the
lights back on. �What do you want to do now?�
�� With a deadpan look, though it was
hard to tell because of the amount of hair covering a large portion of his
face, he replied, �The same thing we do every night, Pinky.�
�� Huh?� was the response he got
combined with a confused look. �My name�s �Demyx,� not �Pinky.�� He considered
it for a moment and then said, �I think you�re thinking of Marluxia. And, I
don�t think all night grooming is especially fun, if it�s all the same to you.�
�� Zexion�s face fell at the statement
and he tried to explain, �No, it was�you see�there�s this cartoon and�� he gave
up and sighed. �I would never spend even a quarter of the time looking into a
mirror that Marluxia does.�
�� Demyx giggled at this and said, �You
think he has a mirror over his bed? You know, so he can check his hair in the
middle of the night or something��
�� Zexion paused at the implications of
having a mirror over one�s bed. He did not think that Demyx had thought of his
statement in that context though. �Uh�I don�t know�and I don�t think I ever
want to find out.�
�� So, they spent the rest of the
evening like this. They talked about school, a little about Axel and Marluxia,
Zexion asked questions about Demyx and his past, and they both just had a good
time hanging out. Before long, though, they realized how late it was getting
and that they should probably get to bed. Now was a moment that Zexion had also
been dreading: where was Demyx going to sleep? His plan so far was to offer his
bed to Demyx and he would sleep on the couch in the living room or something.
�� No!� was Demyx�s vehement reply to
his idea.
�� But,� Zexion reasoned, �You�re my
guest. I want you to be comfortable. Trust me, I want you to take it. I�ve
slept on the couch a bunch of times before�I usually camp out in the living
room when I�m working on a big project or studying for a test or something.�
�� C�mon, you�re bed is huge!� And
suddenly, Zexion did not like where this was going. Well, that�s not true; a
certain part of him found the idea of sharing a bed with Demyx to be quite
alluring, but he was willing that part to go down at the moment while he tried
to think of a way out of the situation. �We can share the bed�it�s not like I
sleep naked or anything!� At this, Zexion nearly fell over. Now the thought of
sharing a bed with Naked!Demyx had entered his mind. Oh, that�s not good for
my problem�
�� But, there was no deterring the
blond teenager as he grabbed Zexion�s hand and pulled him up the stairs to his
bedroom. Since Demyx did not have any spare clothes to wear, Zexion offered him
the largest clothing he could find in his closet so he would not have to sleep
in the clothes he would have to wear tomorrow. Leaving the blond in his room to
change, Zexion entered his bathroom and started pulling his clothes off. After
he put on his pajamas, he walked back into the bedroom and stared in disbelief
at the sight that greeted him: Demyx was wearing one of his shirts and, because
of the height difference, the hem of the shirt on came to just above his navel.
This, both luckily and unluckily at the same time, gave Zexion a clear view of
Demyx�s stomach. He was not �ripped� per se, but there was definite definition
that the smaller boy lacked in his own body.
�� Demyx simply laughed at the
situation and brushed it off, �I guess I�ll just have to make due, eh?�
�� Zexion gave a nervous little giggle
and began an internal mantra about how he should not look at Demyx�s abs. Since
tomorrow was Sunday, he did not have to wake up at any particular time, but he
did not know if Zexion needed to be up early. �Do you need to wake up early or
something?� He asked.
�� Demyx shook his head, �Nah, Mom just
said that I should call her whenever I�m ready to come home and she�ll come get
me.�
�� Oh,� Zexion said, �don�t worry
about that. I�ll take you home.�
�� Demyx looked surprised at Zexion
kindness, but he just smiled anyway and said, �You�re so cool, man.�
�� Once more ignoring Demyx�s
butchering of the English language, Zexion shrugged it off and simply said,
�Well, let�s get some sleep, then.� And, with that, he flicked off that lights.
Still, something inside of him told him that it might be safer to leave on the
lights.
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A/N:
I�m evil, aren�t I? I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I promise to get the
next one out sooner. ;)
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