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Hooked On a Feeling
In the Castle of Oblivion number 6 of Organization 13 was sitting in one of the black comfy lounge chairs in the library far off in the corner. “Ugh!” complained the silvery blue haired, misunderstood member of Organization 13. “I don’t understand why did it have to be me? What did I do wrong?” Unlike some of the other members Zexion hated not being able to ‘feel’ anything. He couldn’t remember what it was like to be happy or be so mad that you want to rip apart anything or anyone that comes you way. He desperately tried his best to remember but he really never could fully understand. But for some reason when ever he was around a certain hyper, blue/green eyed blonde he would always feel funny and different. According to some of the books he has read the tiny feeling is called happiness. He couldn’t understand why he felt like this when ever Demyx was around him and it drove him crazy not being able to know the answers to his unsolved questions.
“Why do I have to be stuck in a life where I can’t feel anything? It’s just not fair.” He continued while ranking his hand through the part of his hair that covered his right eye. His nose started to tingle and right away he knew that the most vicious and deadly member was coming his way.
“Oh will you please stop your whining it’s giving me a headache. You’re lucky I don’t rip you to pieces right now.” Larxene said while walking into the library. “You know your emoness and I hate my life kinda attitude is really annoying and I wish you would hurry up and kill yourself already.”
Zexion winced at her harsh words. Even though he was used to her making fun of him all the time it still hurt. He took a deep sigh and stood to leave the room. He knew if he stayed in there with that evil witch he’d end up being shoved into the book shelves or something. Once he made his way to the door he sensed a far too familiar smell coming his way.
“ZEXY!!!” said the most hyper and lovable member of organization 13.
“Um hello number nine.” He said to his closets friend. Then suddenly Demyx wrapped his arms around his torso and lifted him off the ground squeezed so tight that Zexion turned a shade of purple and blue.
“D-Demyx I-I can’t breath!” Number six gasped out.
“Opps sorry Zexy! You’re just so cute!” Zexion’s purple shade quickly turned to a red and pink color when Demyx called him cute.
“Demyx you know I don’t like being called that.”
“I know but it fits you so well Zexy!” Zexion’s blush deepened as tried to hide his face in his black cloak.
“I-I have to go Number nine.”
“What!? Why? Can’t you stay here with me?” Demyx flashed his cute puppy eyed look that no one could resist.
“N-no I can’t I have to go... Okay fine.” Zexion said finally giving in to the adorable look.
“Yay!” Demyx cheered while grabbing a hold of Zexion and lifting him into the same death hold as before.
Zexion followed Demyx into his room. Demyx motioned Zexion to take a seat on his bed and Zexion obediently did as he was told. A wide grin spread across Demyx’s face and he giggled to see Zexion looking so cute and innocent.
“Why do I always feel like this whenever I’m around him. I’m not even supposed to feel. Gosh I hate not being able to figure this out!” Zexion thought to himself. “I know the books told me that this feeling is called happiness but I can’t help but feel like this is so much more. The book said that happiness is when you feel like you could do anything and that your on top of the world. That’s not even close to how I feel right now…” Zexion was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of guitar strings being pulled and strummed. He looked to see Demyx with an ear to ear grin on his face. There was something about the way he smiled and laughed that made Zexion want to smile and laugh along with him. People rarely ever see Zexion smile or even smirk so when Demyx saw a faint little smile appear on Zexion’s face he light up. Demyx ran to sit next to his cute little friend on his bed and started to play. Zexion stared amazed at how talented he was. Even though he has never said it out loud he loved listening to Demyx play. He loved to watch him shine and play to the best of his abilities. It made him proud to be Number nine’s friend. Once the music stopped Zexion looked up into Demyx’s eyes and smiled. This wasn’t one of his faint little smirks this was a real smile teeth and all. Demyx was speechless. He has never seen such a beautiful smile in his life. He wrapped his arms around Zexion and whispered to him, “Zexion you are so beautiful. You have no clue what you do to me. Zexion I don’t know if what this is that I feel because I’ve never felt it before but I-I think I love you!” Zexion froze and his eyes opened to the size of dinner plates.
“Demyx that’s it! I finally figured it out!” Zexion said in a excided voice.
“Figured what out?” Demyx said without letting go of his hold on Zexion.
“I figured out what I’m feeling. I figured out how I feel about you! I figured out why I always get that funny tingling feeling when ever I’m around you. Demyx I love you too! I love you!” Zexion explained. Demyx let go of Zexion and touched his lips to Zexion’s. Zexion paced his hands around Demyx’s neck and kissed him back. Demyx broke the kiss and hugged Number six. They both lie down on Demyx’s bed without breaking their hug and fell asleep in each other arms. ~
In the Castle of Oblivion number 6 of Organization 13 was sitting in one of the black comfy lounge chairs in the library far off in the corner. “Ugh!” complained the silvery blue haired, misunderstood member of Organization 13. “I don’t understand why did it have to be me? What did I do wrong?” Unlike some of the other members Zexion hated not being able to ‘feel’ anything. He couldn’t remember what it was like to be happy or be so mad that you want to rip apart anything or anyone that comes you way. He desperately tried his best to remember but he really never could fully understand. But for some reason when ever he was around a certain hyper, blue/green eyed blonde he would always feel funny and different. According to some of the books he has read the tiny feeling is called happiness. He couldn’t understand why he felt like this when ever Demyx was around him and it drove him crazy not being able to know the answers to his unsolved questions.
“Why do I have to be stuck in a life where I can’t feel anything? It’s just not fair.” He continued while ranking his hand through the part of his hair that covered his right eye. His nose started to tingle and right away he knew that the most vicious and deadly member was coming his way.
“Oh will you please stop your whining it’s giving me a headache. You’re lucky I don’t rip you to pieces right now.” Larxene said while walking into the library. “You know your emoness and I hate my life kinda attitude is really annoying and I wish you would hurry up and kill yourself already.”
Zexion winced at her harsh words. Even though he was used to her making fun of him all the time it still hurt. He took a deep sigh and stood to leave the room. He knew if he stayed in there with that evil witch he’d end up being shoved into the book shelves or something. Once he made his way to the door he sensed a far too familiar smell coming his way.
“ZEXY!!!” said the most hyper and lovable member of organization 13.
“Um hello number nine.” He said to his closets friend. Then suddenly Demyx wrapped his arms around his torso and lifted him off the ground squeezed so tight that Zexion turned a shade of purple and blue.
“D-Demyx I-I can’t breath!” Number six gasped out.
“Opps sorry Zexy! You’re just so cute!” Zexion’s purple shade quickly turned to a red and pink color when Demyx called him cute.
“Demyx you know I don’t like being called that.”
“I know but it fits you so well Zexy!” Zexion’s blush deepened as tried to hide his face in his black cloak.
“I-I have to go Number nine.”
“What!? Why? Can’t you stay here with me?” Demyx flashed his cute puppy eyed look that no one could resist.
“N-no I can’t I have to go... Okay fine.” Zexion said finally giving in to the adorable look.
“Yay!” Demyx cheered while grabbing a hold of Zexion and lifting him into the same death hold as before.
Zexion followed Demyx into his room. Demyx motioned Zexion to take a seat on his bed and Zexion obediently did as he was told. A wide grin spread across Demyx’s face and he giggled to see Zexion looking so cute and innocent.
“Why do I always feel like this whenever I’m around him. I’m not even supposed to feel. Gosh I hate not being able to figure this out!” Zexion thought to himself. “I know the books told me that this feeling is called happiness but I can’t help but feel like this is so much more. The book said that happiness is when you feel like you could do anything and that your on top of the world. That’s not even close to how I feel right now…” Zexion was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of guitar strings being pulled and strummed. He looked to see Demyx with an ear to ear grin on his face. There was something about the way he smiled and laughed that made Zexion want to smile and laugh along with him. People rarely ever see Zexion smile or even smirk so when Demyx saw a faint little smile appear on Zexion’s face he light up. Demyx ran to sit next to his cute little friend on his bed and started to play. Zexion stared amazed at how talented he was. Even though he has never said it out loud he loved listening to Demyx play. He loved to watch him shine and play to the best of his abilities. It made him proud to be Number nine’s friend. Once the music stopped Zexion looked up into Demyx’s eyes and smiled. This wasn’t one of his faint little smirks this was a real smile teeth and all. Demyx was speechless. He has never seen such a beautiful smile in his life. He wrapped his arms around Zexion and whispered to him, “Zexion you are so beautiful. You have no clue what you do to me. Zexion I don’t know if what this is that I feel because I’ve never felt it before but I-I think I love you!” Zexion froze and his eyes opened to the size of dinner plates.
“Demyx that’s it! I finally figured it out!” Zexion said in a excided voice.
“Figured what out?” Demyx said without letting go of his hold on Zexion.
“I figured out what I’m feeling. I figured out how I feel about you! I figured out why I always get that funny tingling feeling when ever I’m around you. Demyx I love you too! I love you!” Zexion explained. Demyx let go of Zexion and touched his lips to Zexion’s. Zexion paced his hands around Demyx’s neck and kissed him back. Demyx broke the kiss and hugged Number six. They both lie down on Demyx’s bed without breaking their hug and fell asleep in each other arms. ~
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"What?" Roxas replied
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"Sweetie...Babies...Come from storks" Demyx said to Zexion
"No Dem...They don't" Zexion said
"Then Where DO they come from?" Demyx asked
"That's not a subject I want to talk about" Zexion said
"Tell me!" Demyx said determand
"Do I have to?" Zexion asked
"Okay I'll stop" Demyx said
an akward pause formed aroun the four
"DEMYX TAKE YOUR HAND OFF MY THIGH!!" Zexion yelled
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Man I love any yaoi pairings with Zexy but this is my favroite by far! I hope you guys like it. It's my first posting and my first fanfiction so please be nice.
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It is magnificent. And I totally agree that Larxene wold stuff Zexion into a book shelf.
Please continue to make more wonderful reads.
Please continue to make more wonderful reads.