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Zexion x Marluxia part:2

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                   Zexion X Marluxia Part2

The heart-shaped moon's eerie glow filled the dark sky over the huge white castle. Demyx had been sitting on the balcony to his room, strumming away at his sitar, humming an unusual tune that had popped in his mind. A slight breeze caused the blond to shiver and stand to his feet, the sitar held close to his side.
"I guess Vexen is in a bad mood tonight." he smiled as he made his way to the glass door to his room. Whenever Vexen was bummed about something or just felt like being pissy, everyone found that the air around The Castle That Never Was got a little colder; it was one of the Academic's bad habits. Demyx wondered why the organization's elder was upset today as he made his way threw the dimly-lit room and out the opposite door into the empty hallway while his sitar began to disappear in a cloud of bubbles. The air seemed to be colder inside the castle. As he made his way down the hall, Demyx began to dig threw his sleeves for his CD player and headphones, not realizing that a very upset Zexion was running his way. It took only a few seconds for the young boy to skid into the Melodious Nocturne and made them both topple over on the floor, Demyx's CD player crushed under it's owner's thigh and several note cards flew in every direction.
"Ow." Zexion plainly spoke, trying his best to sound as though he didn't even have emotions.
"Are you okay?" Demyx put a hand on the younger boy's shoulder as he tried to ecnore the fact that one of his most favorite possessions had been crushed into hundreds of pieces. Zexion leaned up, realizing he was sitting in the teen's lap.
"I'm fine." he stood to his feet; a slight blush appeared on his face.
"You’re not hurt are you?" Demyx tried to hold back his tears of sorrow as he picked up what was left of his CD player.
"No, I'm fine. I think I did more damage to you than you did to Me." he leaned down and began to pick up the dropped note cards, randomly reading what had been scribbled down on them.
"You seem...stressed." Demyx smiled sweetly as he walked beside the younger boy who began handing up note cards.
"How bad is your memory?" Zexion stood a slight smirk on his pale face where there had once been no sign of any-human emotion what-so-ever a few moments ago. Demyx began to nervously chuckle as he watched his comrade hold up a note card with words scribbled in green ink that read: 'No hair jell equals an unhappy, bed head Axel.'
"That was when I first became an organization member and borrowed Axel's hair jell." Demyx twiddled his fingers against his stomach.
"By borrow, you mean took without permission, right?" Zexion's smile grew as he handed the blond teen his note card.
"Let's just say I still have bruises." Demyx tucked the card into his sleeve blushing as he listened to Zexion faintly giggle. As he looked up at the young silver-blue haired boy he smiled. "You know you have a cute laugh for someone who everybody thinks is emo. Don't you think so?"



Marluxia sat back against the couch, still in the huge library.
"What is my next move?" the assassin sighed, his thoughts revolved around the kiss that he and Zexion had just shared.
"How about sending him flowers?" Xigbar chuckled, scratching an area of skin under his eye patch as he walked threw the double doors.
"W-what? What did you see?" Marluxia practically leaped to his feet at the sight of freeshooter walking up to him. "What do you know?" he hissed.
"Nothing." Xigbar grinned evilly, folding his arms against his chest. "I just happen to know that little Zexion likes black roses and you're the only one in the castle who has the ability to obtain them."
"You did see!" Marluxia took a step back as he pulled on the draw strings to his hood. "Why must you torture me?"
"Calm down, Assassin dude." he put a hand on Marluxia's shoulder. "I have no problem with boy-love." Xigbar gave a laid-back reply.
"You watched, didn't you?" the younger man jerked away from Xigbar's touch.
"I was upside-down at the time." the older man gave another laid-back reply.
"Purvey old man." Marluxia growled, regaining his maturity.
"Hey, you're the one who chose to leap on the kid in the library." a sly smile spread across Xigbar's face. Marluxia blushed slightly, the Freeshooter had a point, the library wasn't the best place to make-out with another boy. "But, I have no intention of telling too many people." Xigbar teased.
"I beg your pardon?" Marluxia felt his temper flair, not realizing that Xigbar was joking around like always because of the serious look on the freeshooter's face.
"You know the other guys need to know you happen to be taken." the older man put a hand on his hip, not realizing he had provoked the Assassin's rage. Marluxia knew he had reached the point of pure anger when he realized he was reaching into his robe pocket and retrieved a perfect pink rose, pointing it at the older man.
"You can keep your mouth shut old man." he hissed at Xigbar, who just stood there with an odd expression on his face.
"You plan on silencing me by yourself?" the freeshooter suddenly began to laugh hysterically from the thought of this 'young buck' thinking he could take him on.
A mass of black and white smoke began to engulf the flower that now began to grow in the Assassin's hand. Xigbar only blinked once and where Marluxia held a rose now had a huge scythe with his fingers wrapped around the beautiful metal.
"No, I plan on teaching you to keep out of the affairs of others." he smiled evilly. "And I believe another scar will remind you silence is golden."



"W-what?" Zexion felt his face turn red, Demyx's question had stunned him.
"I don't know why so many of the others think you're so weird. You seem like a normal Nobody to me." the blond teen walked closer to Zexion, an expression of such happiness made his face seem to glow.
"Why bring this up all-of-a-sudden?" Zexion regained some of his nerve and calmed down a little as he folded his hands against his chest.
"I know about Larxene's little attack on you and I don't think it was right of her to mess with you like that." Demyx crossed his own arms, imitating the younger boy who now began to blush a little brighter.
"Well, we all know how she is. It's her nature to be cruel to everybody and everything." Zexion looked down at his feet, the memory of the tall blond girl throwing him around like a rag doll wasn't the happiest. "She has no respect for those who've came before her and thinks she's better than everyone else." he rubbed the shoulder that he landed on when the older women threw him.
"If she bothers you again...let me know and I'll try my best to fix the problem, okay?" the Nocturne's words were sweet to hear. How could someone who doesn't take things so seriously seem to be able to use his words so effectively? "I'll do everything in my power to make her leave you alone."
"Are you crushing on me, too?" Zexion turned hide his face, the thought of what happened in the library with Marluxia flashed threw his mind like lightning.
"No, I'm just trying to be a good friend. Everyone needs someone to help them when they need help."


"I suggest you point that thing in a different direction, kid." Xigbar pointed at the assassin's large weapon. "Or you may need to really use it."
"You think you scare me, Xigbar? Your hollow words have no power over me." Marluxia brought his scythe to his chest and balanced it on his shoulder.
"And your empty threats do nothing but make me laugh, dude." Xigbar chuckled as he held his hand up to reveal the oddly shaped gun he used as a weapon.
"Well, Xigbar? What's your first move?" the assassin found, his eyes focused on the older man's weapon.
"Dude, I've already made my first move." Xigbar grinned slightly, using his free hand to motion for the younger boy to turn around. Marluxia turned and to his dismay saw an identical gun aimed right against his back. "I've had your ass covered since you did your little flower display." Xigbar let out a loud laugh as he watched Marluxia's face turn white. "I was just playing around with you, dude, but you had to get all serious. If you think you can take me on head-to-head, let's go. If not, put the scythe away." the older man calmly spoke as the gun behind the assassin disappeared into thin air. Marluxia turned to face the freeshooter and in a flash of light the scythe was back to a simple pink rose that he retracted into his sleeve.
"You had no intention on telling anyone from the beginning, did you?" Marluxia looked down at his feet and watched the flower petals fall around him.
"No, I was just messing with you. I don't think it's anyone's business what you do." the older man smiled as he walked over and put a hand on the assassin's shoulder. "You're a pretty cool guy and I'm glad you like another cool little guy." the man chuckled as he lead the assassin by the hand out the double-doors of the library and waved him away. "Go to your little dude, he may need you more than he realizes." XIgbar gave the assassin a thumbs-up. As he watched the younger man begin to run down the hallway he started scratching the side of his head and smiled. "I recall telling Axel the same thing when he started crushing on his little dude."



"I don't know what to say, Demyx." Zexion felt so emotionally drained at this point, so much confusion filled his head.
"You don't need to say a word, just believe in me. I want you to think of me as like a friend or even a brother, maybe?" Demyx smiled, placing a hand on the younger boy's back. "Like I said, if you need help you can run to me."
"But what if the trouble finds you both?" a women's voice came from behind the two boys. Zexion's eyes grew wide as he turned to face Larxene's dark figure leaning against one of the stain glass windows. "Will you still protect your little emo friend?" she began to walk towards Zexion and watched as Demyx stood in front of the young boy.
"You have no business here, Larxene." the Nocturne frowned as he prepared for the worse.
"Actually, my tone dead friend, I do." she smiled evilly and pointed at a shivering Zexion. "We have unfinished business, emo-boy."
"Stop calling him that! You have no right to judge anyone." Demyx pointed at Larxene who now began to laugh hysterically.
"You think you can make me? This is none of your business....But..." she fixed her eyes upon Demyx and held her hands up. As her sleeves slid down her arms both boys stared at what she held in-between her fingers: her eight yellow daggers. "I could settle on knocking you both around." she giggled.
"Oh, really?" Demyx calmly smiled as he raised his hand in the air. Before Larxene had a chance to respond water began to gather above the teen. It took only seconds for a sitar appeared in Demyx's hand. "Let's play."
"Fine!" Larxene laughed has she rushed forward, her knives struck against Demyx's sitar and, due to careless movements, got them caught in the sitar's strings.
"Nice try!" Demyx knocked her backwards and hit a cord on his sitar that made huge water pillars follow behind her, not realizing she had already teleported behind him.
"Look out!" Zexion shouted as Larxene attempted to stab the Nocturne in the back and was met by his sitar slamming in her face, pushing her away, Demyx grabbed Zexion by the arm and they ran towards the window.
"Zexion, if I say so, run." he turned his back to the boy and got ready for Larxene's next move.
"You think hitting me with your oversized kiddy-toy is going to stop me?" the women laughed as she stood to her feet. "Wrong!" she hissed as lightning shot from her hands and struck Demyx in the chest.
"No." Zexion gasped as he watched the Nocturne fall to his knees, barely holding himself up with his sitar. "Demyx!"
"Stay were you are, Zexy." Demyx turned and smiled sweetly. "Don't worry, I'm fine." he struggled to get to his feet with the help of his weapon. Shooting a sly smile over at the older women, he found his balance and struck his sitar's cords. "Dance, water, dance!" he sung cheerfully as several water puddles began to lift off the ground and take shape. Larxene watched with a smirk as the water formed into poor copies of their master.
"Whether there is one or one-hundred of you, you will still die the same." she shouted as she shot another bolt of lightning that hit all the copies at once and reduced them to steaming bubbles. "You fail." she laughed as she threw the daggers from her left hand at him and watched with a evil smile as all four went into the teen's chest. Zexion stared in an odd mix of horror and anger as the teen fell to the ground, his sitar became water and mixed with the blood flowing from the injuries, making a crimson puddle beneath his body.
"Zexy, run." Demyx spoke in a hushed whisper as his eyes slowly closed, leavening little Zexion to stare at the growing puddle of blood.
"That wasn't hard." Larxene held her empty hand out and, instantly, her four missing knives appeared in-between her fingers covered in Demyx's blood.
"You're a monster." Zexion spoke, his voice had no detectable emotion. "You fight to feed your sick, sadistic lust for the sight of pain and suffering."
"Well, aren't we a clever emo? Yes, little boy, I enjoy seeing others in pain." the women smirked, her blades pointing at him. "And you want to know something special?" she held one of the blood-stained blades to her lips and ran her tough along the sleek metal. "I've tasted blood and now I want more." her smirk became a dark smile.
"So, you want to continue this little struggle?" the boy seemed to regain his normal unemotional self. "Do you think you can fight me?"
"What is this confidence you seem to have now? Do you believe you can fight me and win? Did you not see how easily I took-down your friend?" the women's anger began to grow.
"Yes and I'm not impressed, you old hag." the boy smiled slightly.
"Die!" Larxene screamed as she lunged for the boy only to hit head-first into something big. "What is this?" she gasped as she looked up to see a huge book with a black cover.
"You may have your little steak-knives but my power lies within my skill of illusion and my knowledge." Zexion snapped his fingers and the book closed around the older women, rendering her movements. "And I mean that literally. My lexicon will help me fight you." the boy walked up to the trapped Larxene and ran a finger along the book's black cover.
"You think you can beat me, kid?" she hissed. As Zexion was about to speak, Larxene disappeared and reappeared behind him, swinging her arms to attempt to cut into him. As the knives came within inches of the boy's face the huge book rammed into the women, slamming her against the stain glass window, causing it to crack.
The book disappeared and reappeared in Zexion's hand, only it had become the size of a normal book.
"Consider yourself a useless page in a school-girls diary." Zexion frownd as he held his book close.
"I'll enjoy killing you slowly." the women began to laugh, the darkness in her voice grew. "And I will kill all who stand in my way to do so." she rushed at him only to fall face first onto the ground, her robe had been snagged on something. She turned around to see the pink blade of Marluxia's scythe.
"So I guess this mean you must kill me now, Larxene." he smiled.
Okay, what can I say: it was late, I had a few Moutain Dews.....I've also had a huge problem with my spell check since I've been haveing to use three different computers just to finish this.
Anyway, troubles aside, I had some fun writeing this. I didn't add hardly any boy-love into this chapter but I will say I've given Zexion more emotion then he usually has been depicted to have. Sorry if the battle scene wasn't that good and, no, I didn't kill-off Demyx. ^-^ For those who do injoy the boy-love consept I will have a tone in the next chapter and the true purpose of the key from Part 1 will come out during Part 3. Plus I plan on haveing Xigbar turned into one of the main "helpers" in the upcomeing chapters.
^-^ I plan on dragging this story onward for a while.



Zexion, Marluxia, Xigbar, Larxene, and all the other names used belong to the Kingdom Hearts creatuers.
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