Post by Ritzu on Aug 21, 2007 7:52:47 GMT -5
WARNING: SAPPY RANDOM FLUFF. AND Yaoi. A LOT OF Yaoi.
Tale One: 'Zany Misunderstandings'?! What is this, TV guide?! (Akuroku, Demyx/Zexion.)
Roxas' temple pulsed in irritation. A certain redhaired nobody had managed to convinced a very irked Xemnas that it was mandatory for a camping trip. Neither the thirteenth member, nor the other two victims, Demyx and Zexion, knew how he had done it.
When asked, Axel would waggle his eyebrows suggestively, leaving Roxas with a feeling of needing to vomit. The sensation of needing to lose his lunch faded eventually, but so did any hope in wriggling out of thsi bizzare plan.
It was early on the morning of their departure. Roxas had asked, "Why don't you take Xigbar instead? He's... a hippie... Type... Person," he concluded doubtfully.
"No! A stoner!" interjected Demyx cheerily, obviously not annoyed by this inane trip. Zexion was standing beside the sitar-player, his face almost buried in his book, that appeared to be something called, ~Forbidden~ . It was apparently written by someone by the name of Shiku.
Zexion's hand obscured the rest of the name, and Demyx shrugged it off, looking back at the others. "SO! Shall we go??" he almost squealed, grabbing Zexion's arm. With a jerk that made Zexion drop the book, Demyx shoved him into the gummy ship.
A growl emitted from Zexion's lips, but Demyx ignored it. Eventually, the spazzy duo, combined, managed to force the struggling fourth nobody into the back seat with, to his great distaste, Axel, who slid in neatly after him.
Demyx, apparently, was driving. This was not settling to Zexion one bit, and he rifled through his bag, pulling out another book. As Zexion noticed Demyx looking at him, he hurriedly shielded the cover from view.
About an hour into the drive, Zexion had fallen asleep, slumped against the cushy gummy chair. The book had fallen to the floor, and, putting the vehicle on auto, picked it up.
He dropped it like it had burned him, looking immediately away from Zexion.
Roxas, however, was the complete opposite of asleep. He was sitting close to his best friend, but Axel was being a bit... Weirder than usual, if that was possible.
Axel glanced furtively at him every few seconds, but Roxas still noticed. Before long, Axel had asked him a random, uncomfortable question.
"If I disappeared, would you miss me?" He said, looking wistfully out the window at the stars and worlds they outstripped easily.
"Er... Well, we can't really feel, can we?" said Roxas, immediately regretting it at the look on Axel's face.
"Then how are we friends?" the redhead asked, unusually flustered. Roxas stared for a moment, realized his mouth was open, and spoke.
"I guess... Because we want to remember what it was like." The sentence sounded cold and harsh even coming from his own lips. Roxas flinched, took a sideways glance at Axel, and froze.
Axel was glaring lividly at him, before turning away and looking out the window.
It had been five hours into the ship ride when Axel spoke. It was rhetorical, and at the same time, Roxas longed to answer it. His guts- or rather his heart- had taken an unwelcome lurch when Axel glared at him.
"So... it's all because we want to remember...?"
Demyx had not been concentrating on the two's conversation. Youc ould almost hear the gears clicking in his head. The book lay feet from it's original position. Demyx had chucked it when he 'released' it.
The book cover was titled, ~the Novelized Brokeback Mountain~ . Demyx had read a review in a magazine Larxene had left lying around. Apparently, the original film (something that almost no one in Oblivion ever paid attention to) was about two gay cowboys.
Demyx scowled, gripping the wheel far too harshly.
"I hate that..."
Unaware to Demyx, Zexion had one eyelid slightly cracked open. He muffled a gasp with a yawn, turning over, away from Demyx.
He let out a silent sob. He was supposed to be cool and composed.
Another sob.
Yet, he wasn't.
At the campsite, Roxas and Axel had gone to make a fire. The silence was uncomfortable as they collected wood.
They had collected driftwood, as the ocean wasn't far. Roxas, carrying the wood, walked back to where Axel had made a circle of rocks to ensnare the flames.
"Roxas?"
The fire was crackling up the first twig of tinder. Roxas turned his head to his previously silent friend.
"Yeah?"
The fire was now engulfing the first piece of driftwood. The warmth began spreading up Roxas' fingertips.
"Is it really all a mistake? Are we not meant to be f... friends?"
The fire was burning blues and greens. The cold color was almost intimidating, fearful. The fire continued crackling as it consumed more of the woods.
"Why would you say that?"
The cold fire. Axel was leaning far too close to it. If he got any closer, he would get a nasty burn on is face.
"Before... You said..."
It all happened at once. The fire had sparked high, landing on Axel's lip.
In a flash, Roxas did the only thing running through his addled brain.
He pressed his lips to Axels, the moist dousing the small flame.
Axel, obviously surprised, didn't flinch, but entwined his arms around Roxas, head resting on the thirteenth nobody's shoulder.
"I don't think it was a mistake."
"...Nah."
The fire turned red.
Back at the campsite, the two men were setting up tents. Zexion, whose hands were unusually shaky, dropped a pole.
Sturggling to put it back right, he felt two warm arms touch his as two larger hand helped him fasten the pole.
Only one feeling registered- Demyx was touching him.
"Get off of me!" Zexion nearly shrieked, backing away into the tent.
"What's up with-?" asked Demyx, watching Zexion. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was red and shaking.
Zexion composed his face. "What, don't you hate anything that has to do with homosexuality?" he hissed, glaring daggers at Zexion.
Only a few words fell into place in Demyx's mind. Zexion had already marched into the tent Demyx had already erected.
"Zexion, what do you mean?" Demyx had poked his head into the tent, staring intently at Zexion.
"I heard you when you looked at my book. You hate that kind of thing. Doesn't that mean you'd hate me, too?"
"What... You're...?" The unanswered question was painfully obvious in the silence.
Demyx's face softened. "So'm I, Zexy."
Zexion poked his head out from under his arms. "What?! But you said-"
"I was talking about the book, not the concept. I can't stand things that portray a gay cinematic as something so freakish or weird that it's 'novelty'."
Zexion was openmouthed and staring, for one of the first times in his life. He was wrong... for once.
A look of comprehension spread over Demyx's features. He was fast...
He kissed Zexion, who melted immediately, going the color of a sunburnt Tomato.
"So that's why you were upset, right?" said Demyx softly, holding Zexion tight.
"..."
"I'd be too, if I thought you didn't like me."
Zexion barely had time to gasp before he was kissed again.
--
Okay, so really, I just wanted to write Demyx/Zexion once.
LUV.
Tale One: 'Zany Misunderstandings'?! What is this, TV guide?! (Akuroku, Demyx/Zexion.)
Roxas' temple pulsed in irritation. A certain redhaired nobody had managed to convinced a very irked Xemnas that it was mandatory for a camping trip. Neither the thirteenth member, nor the other two victims, Demyx and Zexion, knew how he had done it.
When asked, Axel would waggle his eyebrows suggestively, leaving Roxas with a feeling of needing to vomit. The sensation of needing to lose his lunch faded eventually, but so did any hope in wriggling out of thsi bizzare plan.
It was early on the morning of their departure. Roxas had asked, "Why don't you take Xigbar instead? He's... a hippie... Type... Person," he concluded doubtfully.
"No! A stoner!" interjected Demyx cheerily, obviously not annoyed by this inane trip. Zexion was standing beside the sitar-player, his face almost buried in his book, that appeared to be something called, ~Forbidden~ . It was apparently written by someone by the name of Shiku.
Zexion's hand obscured the rest of the name, and Demyx shrugged it off, looking back at the others. "SO! Shall we go??" he almost squealed, grabbing Zexion's arm. With a jerk that made Zexion drop the book, Demyx shoved him into the gummy ship.
A growl emitted from Zexion's lips, but Demyx ignored it. Eventually, the spazzy duo, combined, managed to force the struggling fourth nobody into the back seat with, to his great distaste, Axel, who slid in neatly after him.
Demyx, apparently, was driving. This was not settling to Zexion one bit, and he rifled through his bag, pulling out another book. As Zexion noticed Demyx looking at him, he hurriedly shielded the cover from view.
About an hour into the drive, Zexion had fallen asleep, slumped against the cushy gummy chair. The book had fallen to the floor, and, putting the vehicle on auto, picked it up.
He dropped it like it had burned him, looking immediately away from Zexion.
Roxas, however, was the complete opposite of asleep. He was sitting close to his best friend, but Axel was being a bit... Weirder than usual, if that was possible.
Axel glanced furtively at him every few seconds, but Roxas still noticed. Before long, Axel had asked him a random, uncomfortable question.
"If I disappeared, would you miss me?" He said, looking wistfully out the window at the stars and worlds they outstripped easily.
"Er... Well, we can't really feel, can we?" said Roxas, immediately regretting it at the look on Axel's face.
"Then how are we friends?" the redhead asked, unusually flustered. Roxas stared for a moment, realized his mouth was open, and spoke.
"I guess... Because we want to remember what it was like." The sentence sounded cold and harsh even coming from his own lips. Roxas flinched, took a sideways glance at Axel, and froze.
Axel was glaring lividly at him, before turning away and looking out the window.
It had been five hours into the ship ride when Axel spoke. It was rhetorical, and at the same time, Roxas longed to answer it. His guts- or rather his heart- had taken an unwelcome lurch when Axel glared at him.
"So... it's all because we want to remember...?"
Demyx had not been concentrating on the two's conversation. Youc ould almost hear the gears clicking in his head. The book lay feet from it's original position. Demyx had chucked it when he 'released' it.
The book cover was titled, ~the Novelized Brokeback Mountain~ . Demyx had read a review in a magazine Larxene had left lying around. Apparently, the original film (something that almost no one in Oblivion ever paid attention to) was about two gay cowboys.
Demyx scowled, gripping the wheel far too harshly.
"I hate that..."
Unaware to Demyx, Zexion had one eyelid slightly cracked open. He muffled a gasp with a yawn, turning over, away from Demyx.
He let out a silent sob. He was supposed to be cool and composed.
Another sob.
Yet, he wasn't.
At the campsite, Roxas and Axel had gone to make a fire. The silence was uncomfortable as they collected wood.
They had collected driftwood, as the ocean wasn't far. Roxas, carrying the wood, walked back to where Axel had made a circle of rocks to ensnare the flames.
"Roxas?"
The fire was crackling up the first twig of tinder. Roxas turned his head to his previously silent friend.
"Yeah?"
The fire was now engulfing the first piece of driftwood. The warmth began spreading up Roxas' fingertips.
"Is it really all a mistake? Are we not meant to be f... friends?"
The fire was burning blues and greens. The cold color was almost intimidating, fearful. The fire continued crackling as it consumed more of the woods.
"Why would you say that?"
The cold fire. Axel was leaning far too close to it. If he got any closer, he would get a nasty burn on is face.
"Before... You said..."
It all happened at once. The fire had sparked high, landing on Axel's lip.
In a flash, Roxas did the only thing running through his addled brain.
He pressed his lips to Axels, the moist dousing the small flame.
Axel, obviously surprised, didn't flinch, but entwined his arms around Roxas, head resting on the thirteenth nobody's shoulder.
"I don't think it was a mistake."
"...Nah."
The fire turned red.
Back at the campsite, the two men were setting up tents. Zexion, whose hands were unusually shaky, dropped a pole.
Sturggling to put it back right, he felt two warm arms touch his as two larger hand helped him fasten the pole.
Only one feeling registered- Demyx was touching him.
"Get off of me!" Zexion nearly shrieked, backing away into the tent.
"What's up with-?" asked Demyx, watching Zexion. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was red and shaking.
Zexion composed his face. "What, don't you hate anything that has to do with homosexuality?" he hissed, glaring daggers at Zexion.
Only a few words fell into place in Demyx's mind. Zexion had already marched into the tent Demyx had already erected.
"Zexion, what do you mean?" Demyx had poked his head into the tent, staring intently at Zexion.
"I heard you when you looked at my book. You hate that kind of thing. Doesn't that mean you'd hate me, too?"
"What... You're...?" The unanswered question was painfully obvious in the silence.
Demyx's face softened. "So'm I, Zexy."
Zexion poked his head out from under his arms. "What?! But you said-"
"I was talking about the book, not the concept. I can't stand things that portray a gay cinematic as something so freakish or weird that it's 'novelty'."
Zexion was openmouthed and staring, for one of the first times in his life. He was wrong... for once.
A look of comprehension spread over Demyx's features. He was fast...
He kissed Zexion, who melted immediately, going the color of a sunburnt Tomato.
"So that's why you were upset, right?" said Demyx softly, holding Zexion tight.
"..."
"I'd be too, if I thought you didn't like me."
Zexion barely had time to gasp before he was kissed again.
--
Okay, so really, I just wanted to write Demyx/Zexion once.
LUV.