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The Music and The Library
This is a rp between myself and 0ri0n83. That means no posting, but feel free to read!~
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Zexion sighed as he raked his hand through his slate colored hair. These reports needed to be done and turned into the superior before the day was done or he was sure that he was going to get yelled at again, and this time there was threat of physical pain as well. Zexion was still recovering from the last bout that he had gotten in with Superior Xemnas. After the beating that he had received from him earlier that month he had to start taking Hi-Potions instead of potions because his body was becoming tolerant to the dosage. Throwing a book across the room it thudded against the wall and fell to the ground where a cloud of dust rose from the floor. Zexion was getting very frustrated indeed. Something that he rarely showed the people around him. He was always usually calm and collected. The perfect nobody as Xemnas had called him. Unreadable, stealthy, quiet, and deadly. A person truly capable of no remorse. The pefect killer. There was one person that always got on his nerves though that he couldn't even stand even being next to. His name was Demyx. He was loud, high strung, always being lazy with his sitar, and never got missions done on time. He was the purest definition of a slacker. He was the last person that Zexion wanted to see right now, especially without his cool exterior mask on. Zexion went back to working when the door to the library slowly started to open.
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Demyx yawned as he leaned back against the wall by his bed. He had his feet propped up and sitar in his lap. Sure. He had a mission to be on right now. But it was just fighting Heartless with Luxord. Demyx had managed to bribe the other into going by himself with the promise of rum. He couldn't help but smile lightly. It was just too easy to get out of work sometimes. But what to do in all this now available free time. He sat in his room a few minutes more, strumming idley on the sitar until he swung his feet over and stood up. Time to engage in his favorite hobby other than playing his sitar. That would be bothering Zexion. It was fun for him to try to get through the shell the other kept up. With that thought, he headed out towards the library, knowing that was were he was going to be.
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Looking up he saw the door begin to slowly creak open. He had been meaning to fix that door. "I thought I told Axel to fix the door since he was the one that broke it. I don't think I am going to ask him though. Knowing him though his solution of fixing the door would be catching it on fire," thought Zexion as he shook his head. Getting up from his table he decided that he would stretch his legs a bit by walking around the library a little bit. He had been sitting there for nearly 3 hours pouring over books, articles, and charts trying to figure out something for Xemnas, and he would be damned if he didn't do it right. Grabbing more books off of the many shelves that lined the library he proceeded to deposit his books at the table that he was at. Walking back over to the door he fussed with the door a little bit, and decided that it was fruitless to try to get the door fixed. He was book smart, not carpenter smart. He ended up fumbling with the door and locking the knob. He didn't know that he had locked the knob as he closed the door. Trying to open the door he started cursing outloud as he kicked the door in frustration. Sinking to the floor he thought," Well crap what am I supposed to do now!!? I need to get those projects done!"
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Demyx had been following behind Zexion quietly, making sure not to make any noise. He thought of how he should let him know he was here. 'Should I say something?...Or... Oh! I know. My sitar! That's nice and loud. I wonder if he'd have a heart attack.. Probably not. He doesn't think we have hearts.' Demyx thought. Despite what they have all been told, he had always believed they had hearts. Even though he had no way to prove it though. He shrugged it off and stood back a few feet as he watched Zexion mess with the door. He changed his mind about the sitar and walked quietly closer til he was standing right behind him. "Hiya Zexy!" Demyx said loudly in a hyper, happy voice.
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Fumbling with the door Zexion was getting more and more frustrated and flustered. He was getting downright pissed. He was about to kick the door again when he heard, "Hiya Zexy!" Nearly jumping out of his skin Zexion turned around and glared at the person that dared him call him such a humiliating pet name. It was none other than Demyx. Sighing to himself he looked Demyx straight in the eyes and said," What do you want, brat? If you are hear to bother me I am really not in the mood for your constant jabbering. I have some important things to do, so if you could kindly." He began pushing against the door again. "Leave," he finished. The last word being more strained than the others. Thinking a moment Zexion added," Besides aren't you supposed to be out on a mission with Luxord?"
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Demyx pretended to think for a moment. He shrugged. "Yeah. But Luxord said he can handle it without me." he said, going to lean back against the wall and put his hands behind his head. He had managed not to burst out laughing when Zexion jumped, but only just barely. There was a big smile on his face and managed to keep the laughter from coming out. "And I'm not a brat. Brats are small children." he said. Obviously he wasn't that, according on how he was a few inches taller than Zexoin. "Does these important things include trying to open that door?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Cause if it is, you should try checking the lock before you beat the poor door to death."
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Zexion snarled at the door and kicked it a final time when he heard Demyx say,"Does these important things include trying to open that door?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Cause if it is, you should try checking the lock before you beat the poor door to death." "As a matter of fact it does. I have some very important reports to finish to give to Superior Xemnas that need to be turned into him so he can impliment them in the missions that he gives us," said Zexion. There was no way he could have been right about checking the lock. He was just a damned brat, why should he have to listen to him. He discretely jiggled the handle of the door and the door swung open with a resounding thud as it hit the wall from the other side.
Grumbling to himself Zexion stalked into the room, sat behind his desk, and began to work again furiously. He snapped one pen in half, and the second pen that he snapped in half he ended up cutting himself, as well as getting the ink into it. Zexion yelped as his hand began to well up with blood and mix with the black ink. Just because they didn't have hearts didn't mean tha they couldn't feel pain or bleed. It hurt like a bitch, but Zexion held his demeanor as much as possible, and tried to work through it. Finally, it became too unbearable, and he called to Demyx who was nearby. "Demyx can you come here?" |
While Zexion was messing with the door, Demyx had wandered off to look at the books. He picked up one closest to him and scanned through it. A blank look crossed his face as the words passed through his brain, none of them actually sticking. "Whatever." he said, shrugging and putting the book down. He glanced briefly over at the door when it was opened and knew he was right. That made him feel good.
He heard Zexion call for him and he made sure to whine loudly to show he didn't wan too go, but went anyway. "What do yo- Oh my god! Zexy! You're bleeding!" he exclaimed, running over to him. He grabbed his arm. "Come on. We have to get that cleaned out or you could get an infection and die!" he said, pulling him out of the library to the nearest bathroom. |
((This is going to be my last one for the night. I have a sound set up for tomorrow for a band. I will be on later though around 12 EST, I live in Ohio))
Getting pulled out of the chair he was roughly dragged to the nearest bathroom. All the way Zexion kept yelling at Demyx to let him go. "Let me go Demyx. I'm fine. I can take care of myself. Just let go of my arm. God, you're treating it like I'm going to die. It's just a cut. I'll live besides it barely hurts," he lied. Zexion hadn't gotten a good look at the wound that the pen had inflicted upon his person, but when he did it made his stomach roll. His hand was completely coated in blood and black ink. If the ink got into the wound it could very well have killed him. Feeling lightheaded he blinked a few times before he black out and fell forward. He was never one for blood. |
(Alright. I was going to bed anyway.)
Demyx ignored Zexion's protest and continued dragging him to the bathroom. He turned his head to say something to him, but the words were caught in his throat when the other collapsed. He mangaed to catch him before he hit the ground. "You're such a liar." he muttered, before finally getting to the bathroom. He turned the sink on and cleaned all the ink of Zexion's arm. He looked through the cabniets and found a hipotion that someone had left lying around. 'That was lucky...' he thought, giving the potionto Zexion and watched him heal. As much fun as it was to annoy him, Demyx didn't want him to die. Especially not if he was in a postion to prevent it. |
Zexion's day had gone from bad to worse. Apparently no one liked him, especially not fate. He felt himself floating in between conciousness and unconciousness. His mind and Demyx's words were beginning to blur together. He felt something being forced down his throat. The cooling sensation of a Hi-Potion slid down his throat as he he felt is frazzled nerves begin to stop as well as the pain in his arm diminished as well. Blinking open his eyes he looked up and saw Demyx standing above him. They were in the bathroom. Blinking again his vision came into focus. Zexion's first reaction was to push him away, and stand up as he left. He then got a better look at Demyx though. "He was really rather cu-..NO!" Zexion thought as he mentally berated himself. "There was no way that he was falling for the rambunctious, high energied person. Right!?"
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Demyx had been worried after he gave Zexion the potion. What if it didn't work? But he smiled happily when Zexion opened his eyes. "Zexy! I'm so glad you're okay!" he exclaimed. He hugged him briefly before skipping off, happy the other didnt' die because of him. So, he figured he could do something nice. He went to the library to clean up the mess that was there from when the shorter Nobody was injured. He used the help of his water to clean up the floor and went to the Grey Room when he was done. Luxord should be getting back soon and he needed to make it look like he was returning from a mission before Saix realized he didn't go.
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Zexion just stared at Demyx when Demyx exclaimed," Zexy! I'm so glad you're okay!" He gritted his teeth at the nickname that he had been bestowed with, but he didn't much care since he was trying to deal with the assortment of emotions that were running rampant within his very own head. He was about to say thank you, but Demyx was already out the door before he even had the words ready to say. Getting up from where he was he trudged back to the library where he was surprised that the mess that he had made earlier was cleared up. It smelled "damp" in the room though and as Zexion looked around there was slight residue where water was. He smiled to himself and thought," Well that was rather nice of him." Getting the rest of the materials he needed he went to go find Xemnas and report his findings to him. It was better to be late than not come at all, and in Zexion's case he was late. He teleported to the Round Room ((this is the room where they all sit in those chairs)), and went to his chair that was adjacent to Xemnas'. " Superior," he said. "I have the reports that I need to go over with you." Xemnas didn't respond to Zexion, and Zexion was rather frightened when nothing was said. Xemnas finally spoke and said," You did very well in retrieving the information. However, you are late, and must be punished accordingly."Xemnas teleported in front of Zexion, grabbed him by the arm, and teleported out of the Round Room to his own personal chambers.
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Demyx watched as Luxord returned to the castle. He went over to him and was filled in on how the mission went and they went to report to Saix. Saix had been giving Demyx a suspicious look, but didnt say anything about it since the mission did get done. Once Saix walked away, he turned to smile at Luxord. "Thanks again man. I'll go get that rum for you right away." When the other man nodded, Demyx turned and ran off. Now where was he supposed to get rum? He had no idea. Let's see... Larxene had some and she was away on a mission right now.... Demyx stopped outside her room, nervous. What if she found out he took it? He shook his head. No. She'd think Luxord took it. With that thought in his head, he went in her room and found the rum. He returned quickly to Luxord to give it to him and ran for his life before he could be caught giving it too him. "What to do now?..." he muttered. Most everyone was still gone for the day and he sighed. Guess it was off to his room to play his sitar. The thought of playing it though, made him smile happily.
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((We're going to be dealing with some pretty dark themes in this post. Some of which I have been alluding too in prior posts))
Zexion cracked his eyes open as he let out a soft moan. He was lying on his side on something soft and plush. Moving his head around he noticed Xemnas sitting at a nearby table looking over the reports that Zexion had made previously that day. Zexion swung his body around and placed his feet on the ground as he pushed himself up into a standing position. He immediatly regretted it when sharp pains shot up his back that started from the base of his spine. He cried out and Xemnas turned to look at Zexion struggling as he chuckled. Xemnas walked over to Zexion as he took one of his slate colored locks in his hand as he let his fingers gently thread threw it. Zexion shrank away, and Xemnas' once calm demeanor turned suddenly from nice to mean "Pet, why do you pull away from me?" asked Xemnas. "You didn't resist at all last night. If I remember correctly you actually made quite a few delicious sounding sounds last night as well." Zexion closed his eyes, willing the man to stop his verbal taunting. Zexion pulled away, and went running out the door before Xemnas could react. Zexion's only reaction was to get away form this mad man. To get anywhere, but near him. To get to safety. He ran past Axel's door as he was coming out, Roxas soon followed out peaking his blond head from behind the door. Zexion didn't know where he was going, but he just needed to get away. |
After playing his sitar for a few hours, Demyx stood, suddenly hungry. He made his way to the kitchen, walking quickly past an angry Larxene who was in the process of murdering Luxord for having her rum. 'Better you than me...' he thought, sliding into the room. He scanned the fridge and pulled out some ingredients for a sandwhich. He hummed happily to himself as he made his food.
When he was done eating, he headed back to his room, full and happy. But his smile changed to a frown when he seen Zexion in the distance, running from something. He hurried his pace to catch up. He caught up easily to the shorter nobody because of his longer legs. He grabbed his arm and spun him around quickly. "Hey Zexy.. What are you running from?" he asked, slightly concerned. |
Zexion didn't care where he was going or how far he had to go to get to away from Xemnas. When he thought about it he could still feel Xemnas' hands all over him, it sickened him. He really, really needed a shower later. He kept running until he heard some footfalls behind him catching up to him. He was suddenly grabbed by the arm as he was spun around coming face to face with Demyx's concerned face as he said," Hey Zexy.. What are you running from?" Zexion hoped that he had stopped crying as he was running, but those thoughts were soon dashed as he felt tears running down his face. "Oh it's nothing brat," he said as he tried to remove the hand from his arm. He thought up a quick lie. "I was just uhm...watching a sad movie with Larxene, and she started to cry so I started to cry too. God, can that girl cry." Zexion didn't make eye contact as he was saying that. "Anyway, the movie is over now so I have to go and get back to work."
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Demyx looked at him for a few seconds, not really believing him. The being called a brat didn't really seem to bother him. "You're lying." he said, refusing to let go of the shorter males' arm. "I just saw Larxene and she didn't look sad at all. In fact she was very angry and in the process of killing Luxord." he said matter-o-factly. He was silent for a minute or so then let him go. "Fine. You don't have to tell me. I hope you feel better though." Before he turned to leave, he wiped the tears of Zexion's face, smiled briefly, and started walking away.
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((Awesome! I was wondering if you were going to catch onto the whole Larxene thing. Nice, job :)))
Zexion thought that he had thought up a mighty good lie until Demyx said,"You're lying. [...]" I just saw Larxene and she didn't look sad at all. In fact she was very angry and in the process of killing Luxord" "Crap," thought Zexion to himself. He wanted to tell Demyx, he wanted to tell someone, but Xemnas said that if had involved other people he would end their lives. "The last thing that he had wanted was to get anyone killed especially Demy-" he thought. He berated himself by making a "tsking" sound. "anyone." he corrected himself. "He didn't want 'anyone' getting hurt, that just happened to be Demyx too." Demyx let go of his arm, and it fell limply to his side. Zexion was shaken out of his thoughts when Demyx said,"[Fine. You don't have to tell me. I hope you feel better though." Demyx then wiped the tears away from his face as he smiled, and slowly walked away. Acting on impulse, he grabbed Demyx's trailing arm, spun him around, and pinned him against the wall as he gave him a searing kiss. Zexion didn't know what he was thinking, apparently nothing seeing as how he had originally hated the blonde. |
Demyx wasn't expecting Zexion to really do anything. He was planning on just walking away and go back to his room to play the sitar. The last thing he was expecting was to be spun around and kissed by the man whom he had always assumed hated him. His mind blanked and he didn't really know how to respond. But after standing there for a few seconds, he grabbed the front of Zexion's cloak and pulled him closer and kissed him back.
((^^ Yeah. I'm observant sometimes.)) |
((I hope it was alright that I took over Xemnas for a little while, he is a complete bastard. Also his cameo color is "Dark Orange." I hope I didn't make him "too" evil.)).
At first Zexion didn't know what to do. He just didn't feel like being cold to the bra- to Demyx. He wanted to show him that he still cared for him, even though he couldn't say it out loud. Xemnas had eyes and ears everywhere. He had installed the security devices himself. For all he knew Xemnas could be watching him right now. Opening his eyes with shock Zexion realized his folly, and pushed Demyx away, who was now clutching at the front of his cloak. The last thing that he wanted was for Demyx to get caught in the crossfire. Zexion didn't want to let go, but to keep the blonde alive this couldn't happen, his fantasy would never be realized. He wiped his lips as he took one more look at Demyx before he went running in the other direction almost knocking Axel clean off his feet. He would leave Demyx to his thoughts. Maybe Demyx would hate him, loathe him. Maybe he would never come back around to talk to him. It was better off this way. It was better off that they stayed away from one another. A figure smirked as he observed a flat panel screen. Touching a button on the main console the panel turned black, as the figure chuckled to himself. He would indeed make the little "brat" pay for touching what was his. |
((No. That's fine. ^^ You make a very good Xemnas.))
Demyx stood there, shocked for a few minutes. Mostly he was confused. Why did Zexion kiss him only to push him away? Did he do something wrong? He wanted to go after him and find out, but figured it'd be best if he gave the other his space for now. He turned slowly and headed back to his room, trying to get his thoughts back in order. He entered his room and sat down on his bed, pulling his sitar onto his lap. He stummed the cords lightly, but even that couldn't distract him. He sighed loudly and stood again, going to find Zexion to get some answers. |
Zexion continued to run until he came to the edge of the hallway that led to the Grey Area, the lounge. He saw Saix and ran up to him. "Please give me a mission. Give me something to do," said Zexion. Saix rose an elegant brow and looked at a clipboard that he materialized out of thin air and said," Well I have a few for today. I was going to give them to Axel and Roxas, but if you want them so badly then you can do them. Are you sure?" "Yes," said Zexion. "Just let me leave." "Here are your orders then,"said Saix as he handed Zexion a piece of paper. "Don't mess up." Zexion said his thanks as he nodded, opened a portal, and dissapeared to Twilight Town. Zexion knew that running away from his problems wasn't going to solve anything, but he really didn't care at this point in time. He needed to get his mind off of a certain blonde musician.
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Demyx searched the entire castle from top to bottom. With each room he checked, he became more and more frustrated. "Where is he!?" he thought, going to check the library again. When Zexion was still nowhere to be found, Demyx sighed. Maybe he went on a mission. With that thought in his head, he went to the grey room to talk to Saix. "Hey. Did you send Zexion out on any missions in the last hour?" he asked.
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