Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ To catch a falling star ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

It was a glorious summer day: the sky as clear as crystal with not a cloud in sight and the heat practically unbearable. What Zexion wouldn't give for a nice cold drink right now whilst listening to the quiet hum of the cicadas that were always a part of the summers here. The sounds slowly melted into the background. Did he really care? Not much, but it passed the time whilst walking home.

 

Zexion had never been the kind of person to sit and admire the scenery; his friends had always said he was far too serious, but he'd always been this way. He wouldn't know how to be any other way. He wasn't planning on change now - or so he had thought.

 

Clutched firmly in his arms were two of those irritating brown paper bags loaded with shopping, the oranges rolling around loose inside. That had been a mistake; they kept moving around and threatening to fall out.

 

Because of those two bags, Zexion didn't see the blur of blond that came hurtling towards him. It was too late when he did realise that there was a kid, on a skateboard, coming right at him. Zexion was too busy trying to resettle the bags he held in his arms, attempting to retrieve his house keys from his pocket as he rounded the corner onto his street. A blond blur and a solid hit to the chest later and he was sprawled flat on his ass, shopping bags crumpled on the concrete path, groceries strewn across the pavement, whilst his oranges attempted to roll away down the road.

 

Zexion sat stunned for a few moments, trying to regain his composure and shake of his disorientation after being winded so thoroughly. He could feel a familiar scowl situate itself across his brow as he started to breathe properly again. As he shifted he felt a twinge in his tailbone where he'd impacted firmly with the concrete. Zexion could feel the fire of his usually well controlled temper licking at the corners of his mind. He may not have been paying as much attention as he should have been as he walked up the road, but that kid should have been paying more; fooling around on such a dangerous contraption and being oblivious to his surroundings was a recipe for disaster.

 

Muttering expletives under his breath, Zexion slowly rose to his feet, wincing where his body ached in response to its more-than-firm contact with the pavement. Glancing around, he noticed that the kid was still there, standing, glaring back at him from bright cerulean orb's, as though it was his fault for being in the blond haired boy's way.

 

Zexion eyed the other male with disdain, shorter than his own five foot six, unruly blonde hair, piercing sky blue eyes focused in a firm scowl, typical baggie trousers and a shirt over a t-shirt in shades of cream and red with funny black patterns all over. Zexion's scowl deepened.

 

Analysis complete, he affirmed that, yes, this kid was another little punk on a skateboard, never watching where he was going.

 

"Don't just stand there, you just knocked me over, all my shopping's on the floor and it's your fault." The accusation left his lips on a burst of fiery energy that he very rarely felt. Zexion thought he may have even shocked himself at his sudden outburst. He raised tentative fingers to his lips in a state of what could be called mild panic.

 

The blond haired male glared at Zexion darkly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, and then turned as though to leave. He could feel his temper fraying around the edges at the rudeness of this kid and, his normally very well controlled emotions, unravelled at an alarming rate. Zexion didn't know what was happening to him and why this particular kid had caused it, but it was rather frightening. He could feel the emotions boiling under the surface of his skin; feelings he hadn't allowed himself to feel in many years.

 

How could one person be so inconsiderate?

 

Zexion could hear someone yelling in the distance but didn't really take much notice, but he saw the kid in front of him flinch at that sound. It made him question why he'd had that reaction or who could cause it? He dismissed the blond haired male in front of him, instead attempting to locate that voice that he could just about hear. He slowly tried to right himself and conscious that his shopping was trying to escape as he moved around like an old man, his back ached and his leg's felt just a little unstable.

 

That's when he saw what could only be described as a gorgeous example of the male form approaching the kid that had just knocked him over. All Zexion could focus on was him, flaxen blond hair in an unusual cut, a mix of a Mohawk and a mullet, slender figure wrapped in baggy jeans and a sky blue t-shirt.

 

Zexion thought he'd be an inch or so bigger than him on closer inspection. He could also make out a sensual mouth and finely arched brows as this new person came closer, but he couldn't see his eyes, as they were closed tightly in what looked like consternation with fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose.

 

Zexion wanted to see his eyes quite fervently. He didn't know what was driving that need and he didn't want to understand but he wanted to see.

 

Stumbling almost clumsily to his feet, wincing as his muscles reacted to the sudden movement, Zexion tried to focus on what this cute guy was saying, trying to distract himself from both his body and his rapidly escalating temper. When Zexion finally realised what was being said he could see the older blond giving the other male a through dressing down.

 

"Roxas, you were shirking your chores again, weren't you? You're supposed to be helping with the unpacking and here I find you out on your skateboard - again." That voice was warm and melodious as it flowed into his ears, even when trying to sound mad and formidable. He sounded more exasperated than anything else.

 

Zexion could only stand there and listen avidly to that voice, blinking idiotically. He found himself intently focused on those sumptuous lips as they spilled forth such delicate and lilting sounds.

 

Sumptuous - where the hell had that come from?

 

There was something seriously wrong with him.

 

Shaking his head cautiously, Zexion tried to dislodge those strange thoughts. His hair filtered down from where he had tucked it behind his right ear. Maybe he'd hit his head when he'd landed on the pavement?

 

Zexion puzzled over the odd thought's trying to fill his logical mind, he never thought words like sumptuous. Never mind about some guy's lips. What's the matter with me?

 

But, even as he was thinking it, Zexion's eyes drifted back to those lips, watching the stranger yell at what he could only assume to be his younger brother, from what he could discern from the conversation. Trying to reign in his uncharacteristically chaotic thoughts Zexion focused harder on what was being said, that gentle voice penetrating deeper into the haze that had surrounded him since he had arrived.

 

"Roxas - did you cause this mess? You ran into him didn't you?" It was clear that the dirt-blonds' annoyance was rising. Zexion could see from the frown that was slowly marring the smooth skin of his forehead - and yet he seemed even cuter for his show of temper. As though he didn't do it very often - it made Zexion want to smile.

 

Shaking his head again, trying to focus on the situation at hand, rather than the idea of smiling at something so inane, and attempting to further dislodge any lingering thoughts of the guy in front of him. Zexion realized that they were both looking at him now and then at the ground covered with his shopping.

 

If Zexion could blush he probably would have done so, but, fortunately, he didn't. Many people said that he was unemotional and cold; to be truthful, that is what Zexion strove to be and, if he said so himself, he was pretty good at it.

 

Zexion didn't like people's attention, and here he was, the focus of two very avid stares - with his emotions apparently painted all over his face. Zexion turned his gaze away, shielding his stormy grey eyes from further inspection, his slate coloured hair falling further in over of his right eye from where it had been tucked behind his ear. The thick dark locks effectively covering one side of his face like a barrier.

 

"It's not my fault - he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing!" The kid was professing his innocence to his brother, but was also inadvertently digging himself a hole, according to the expression on the other's face, which Zexion watched beneath lowered lashes.

 

"Cloud's gonna have your hide, Rox." Who Cloud was he had no idea, but the threat seemed to cause some of the kid's expression to drop to mild agitation at getting caught, rather than all out complaint.

 

He could feel his temper fraying further. What was it about this kid that irritated him so? Zexion couldn't help what he said next, "I beg your pardon! You ran into me, full pelt without an apology or an 'Are you hurt?' when I landed on my ass. Then you were just going to leave me here!"

 

That felt so much better. Who knew anger could be such an outlet. It was highly satisfying.

 

That had cracked it; Zexion could see the frown transforming into disbelief, which flashed into anger on the attractive man's face, "Roxas Strife! How could you do that and then just leave him there?"

 

The very concerned expression he turned on Zexion next made him feel weak at the knees. If he hadn't been struggling to get up, Zexion might have actually fallen right back down on his ass again.

 

By force of will alone and the impetuous of a tender backside kept him relatively upright. The dirty-blond haired man looked so worried about him that he was momentarily shocked. It was a unique experience. Nobody cared about him. Zexion have few friends and no family left, so why was this guy behaving this way?

 

"I'm sorry about my brother, he doesn't mean any harm." The placating gestures were very kind and those words coming from him in that voice sent a shiver down Zexion's spine. He could feel my anger ebbing away.

 

That voice was smooth and sweet like honey, but the audible snort that came from his kid brother grated on Zexion's nerves and sent his temper flaring up again. It was dangerously close to tipping over the edge. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this angry.

 

Roxas, that's his name right, must have seen it as he visibly clutched his board and made moves to back away. Zexion could feel his anger radiating from him, rippling out in waves. The glare he shot at the slight blond would have made most people run for the hills - he'd been perfecting it for the last ten years. It was effective against most people.

 

"Don't you dare," Zexion's voice was deadly calm, but there was a grating quality to it that even he could hear. The threat was highly valid. He may not go out of his way to fight, but that didn't mean he couldn't. If the kid pushed him much more he would snap, he could feel the tension in his body. Normally, Zexion had far better control than this, but he just couldn't quite seem to grasp it again.

 

The brat ran.

 

Zexion pursued, he wasn't exactly sure why he did it - but the brat had gotten under his skin better than most were able to. Zexion was running after the little brat full tilt, he just pissed him off too much.

 

Zexion's voice rumbled out of him, "Get back here you little brat!"

 

He disappeared around the corner seconds before Zexion, heading onto a familiar street. Zexion came to an abrupt halt, his heart tripping in his chest, blood rushing in his ears, breath rasping out of him from the sudden exertion.

 

What he'd found was the kid darting to hide behind someone who had their arms held open for him.

 

Zexion watched him scramble behind the lanky red head and scale up his back like a monkey, wrapping both arms firmly around said redheads shoulders whilst sputtering frantically, "He's gonna kill me, Axel. Keep that fucking nut bar away from me." His desperate gasps made Zexion want to smile.

 

He could hear the quiet chuckle that slipped out of the red heads lips, "What are you talking about you idiot?"

 

Zexion knew that voice, focusing his attention on it he recognised the person being used as a tree. Who wouldn't with that long lanky frame, teardrop tattoos under both eyes, not to mention that shock of red spikes?

 

Axel.

 

"There's a creepy guy chasing me, I knocked him over and now he's after me." The words whooshed out of the brat on a gust of air as he saw Zexion turn a fierce glare in his direction. Zexion could see Axel's eyebrows lift in question as he swung his emerald gaze around to settle on him just as Zexion spoke.

 

"So you admit to knocking me over then? That's something at least; the next would be an apology." Zexion's voice fairly rumbled out of him.

 

Axel nodded at him in recognition, but his left eyebrow remained raised at his tone of voice. Axel wouldn't actually ask him what was going on, but he implied that the question had been voiced.

 

"Rox, Zexion wouldn't just go running after people in the street, that's just not like him." Axel's voice held the same familiar warmth of the friend he had come to know, one of the few Zexion had truthfully, but he could also hear a hint of amusement in it. Zexion reached up in an unconscious gesture, tucking the loose strands of his hair back behind his ear.

 

"Wha…? You know this fruitcake?" Roxas sputtered. "He just ran me down before I got behind you, just ask Dem."

 

Zexion could see the curiosity slipping into Roxas's sky blue eyes as he looked between Axel and me. He obviously wanted to know how he and Axel knew each other, but was still very wary of him. Roxas's seemed very familiar with Axel though, Axel having had his arms flung open wide for an embrace from the small blond whirlwind.

 

Zexion watched as Axels gaze drifted past him to look over his right shoulder, addressing someone behind him as he spoke.

 

"Dem, is your brother going mad or what?"

 

Zexion felt sympathy for Axel at that moment, the punch that was firmly planted into the lanky redhead's upper arm by the little monkey looked like it hurt, if the flinch that flickered across his features was any indication, "Oww - Rox, that hurt."

 

He could hear footsteps quietly approaching from behind him.

 

"Nope - for once it's all truth, the guy's pretty spry too, Axel."

 

Zexion felt his cheek's warm at the praise he had inadvertently received, but he noticed Axel's eyebrows shift even higher in obvious surprise at his friend's words. He'd never known Zexion to be anything but quiet and bookish. Zexion didn't go out of his way to get physical with others, but could if the need arose. But most people didn't know that.

 

Dem, as they had called him, came to a stop on Zexion's right side. All the skin on that side of his body stood to attention. He could feel his face colouring ever so slightly darker. He was blushing! Shit, Zexion never blushed and all because of some cute blond guy he'd met not five minutes ago?

 

Running his hand up into his hair in a nervous gesture, Zexion let it fall forward again, covering the right side of his face, hiding his reddened skin from the guy behind him, who now had a name - Dem.

 

Zexion thought he recognized that name. Axel had spoken to him about Dem not too long ago, in class if he recalled. Axel said that he was some kind of musician or that he was taking music, Zexion couldn't quite remember.

 

He looked up to see Axel watching him with confused emerald eyes, trying to figure out what was going on. Zexion caught something sparkling in those emerald eyes of his as though he, more than likely, noticed the slight pinking of his cheeks. Zexion could now feel the delicate warmth, almost like the beginnings of a fever, when his other friend arrived on the scene. Not to mention the fact that he had hidden behind his hair in an attempt to veil his suddenly darkened cheeks.

 

Unbeknownst to most people, Axel was rather perceptive at the most annoying of times. Zexion visibly shrugged and turned to leave.

 

He could hear Axel sighing as he turned away, "Zexion, you all right?"

 

Zexion didn't stop or turn around but raised his hand in a nonchalant wave, sneaking a glance through his bangs at the guy that had stood behind him as he passed. Dem was stunning; his eyes were the colour of the ocean.

 

Zexion walked around him and then just kept on going. He could hear Axel and the brat muttering to each other quietly, the brat most likely getting answers to all his nosy questions. His anger was dissipating as though it had never been. He didn't notice anyone following him back to his spilled groceries until he felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder, eliciting a slight jump from him.

 

That hand warmth through the thick cotton of Zexion's sweatshirt, sensitizing the flesh underneath, leaving it begging for skin-to-skin contact. As that feeling surged through him, he wanted to shrug off that hand, to distance himself. People don't touch Zexion - he hadn't been touched intentionally by anyone in a long time.

 

Zexion shied away from physical contact with people, his friends all made an effort not to get too close to him.

 

But Zexion stopped as soon as the person who'd followed him spoke, "You gonna be alright? I'm sorry about my brother. He's a bit of a menace."

 

That warm velvety voice froze Zexion to the spot.

 

He wanted that hand to stay there, against all that he had been trying to avoid over the years. It felt good, Dem's touch and that voice felt like a caress that soothed all his riled nerves. It was velvety soft and so rich with feeling, it settled what was left of his temper back into its rightful place. Zexion felt the blush staining his cheeks once more and he couldn't bear to turn around and look at the dirty-blond haired man whilst he was still ruffled and, dare he say it, nervous.

 

He was never nervous.

 

Zexion kept his eyes down as he reluctantly slipped from under that warm hand, focusing on retrieving the errant fruit as he spoke, "I'll be fine - thank you." Since when was he polite to other people? Zexion could feel his mind shifting, trying not to be the chilly person everyone knew so well, wanting to go towards this one person who had shown him kindness so easily.

 

Zexion could literally feel the smile that spread across his Dem's face, it felt like the sun on his back. He saw his hand in the periphery of his vision as he bent for another fruit. Zexion watched him rub his palm against his thigh as though he'd received a shock, then bent to retrieve a few more oranges and deposited them into the paper bags.

 

"You need a hand with these?" Zexion shrugged noncommittally. All he could pay attention to was Dem's proximity: it made him feel flush all over.

 

He'd never felt like this before. He couldn't even say what this was.

 

Zexion's heart was beating erratically, his palms clammy, and he was struggling to string a sensible sentence together in his head. But he couldn't seem to focus enough to actually form coherent sentences.

 

"Quiet one, aren't you? Well - when you're not yelling at my brother." Dem smiled at him then and he felt it again, that lingering warmth, like a hot towel straight from the radiator, cosy - comforting.

 

Zexion scrambled to apologise, "I ... urm... sorry... I... don't... I… mean... I'm not..." He let out a sigh, and took a deep calming breath, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation at his tongued tiredness. "I'm not usually like that." He felt like an idiot.

 

"Well, that's good to know." Zexion could hear the wry amusement in his tone.

 

Zexion looked up at Dem then, and thought that he may have fell right there. That smile could melt anyone's cold heart, but those eyes made him feel like they were focused only on him. They were an intense blue green just the colour of the ocean.

 

Dem looked at Zexion like he was the most important person in the world. It felt like he had reached inside Zexion's chest and brushed tender fingers across something that had not been touched in a very long time. He felt it quiver inside his chest. Looking into those fathomless, aqua blue eyes Zexion could see something reflected back, a spark of recognition there, only briefly, but it was there.

 

They stood there for a few minutes simply looking at each other, Dem's aqua blue eyes boring steadily into his own stormy grey. It confused the hell out of Zexion. He could feel his cheeks flushing and, oddly enough, he could see Dem's were as well. And he could see that Dem was fidgeting nervously with his fingers, long delicate fingers, twining and re-twining them together.

 

Their eyes broke away from each other when Zexion heard a distinct throat being cleared, looking over to see Axel, with an arm slung around Roxas's shoulders, watching them together with a rather meaningful quirk to his lips.

 

Zexion gave him a fierce glare, before turning and gathering up his bags, mumbling quietly, "Thank you for the help." His face flushed more at the acknowledgement that Axel was aware of his sudden emotional outburst.

 

Zexion didn't look up again, but quickly gathered the rest of his spilled food and walked to straight to his house, his back ramrod straight. He swiftly unlocked the dark green painted wooden front door, and then disappearing inside without a backward glance.

 

Though he knew there was more than one set of eyes trained on his back, the only one he felt right down to his toes was ocean blue in colour and warmed his skin all over, causing a shiver to course down his spine.

 

Zexion got inside and slumped against the solid bulk of the front door, slowly sliding down to sit dazedly on the floor. What was that and why did he keep closing his eyes to see aqua blue orbs looking right back at him? That pure unwavering gaze seemed to penetrate his very soul.

What was this feeling inside his chest?

 

And who exactly was Dem?

 

 

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"Well that was interesting. What did you do to make Zexion mad? I've never seen the guy break loose like that. He behaves like an emotionless jerk most of the time." Axel's words reached Roxas as he began to analyze Zexion's reactions to his brother.

 

His behaviour had done a complete one eighty in the space of a few moments.

 

"I ran into him by accident when I was on my 'board and didn't apologize," He mumbled quietly, not really wanting to admit to it.

 

Axel was quiet for a moment. "That's it - nothing else?" Roxas could hear the curiosity in his boyfriend's voice, but there was also the same concern he had shown for Demyx just yesterday.

 

There was obviously something bothering him about Zexion.

 

What was bothering Roxas, however, was this weird guy's behaviour around Demyx and the fact that Axel had never really mentioned the guy before. The name may have come up in passing, but he couldn't remember when or why.

 

"Axel? Did you notice the way he suddenly changed when he saw Dem? His attitude completely reversed," Roxas spoke in a quiet whisper so Demyx wouldn't hear him as he slipped down from Axel's back.

 

"I was aware - more so of the fact that Zexion never loses his cool, plus he was blushing and trying to hide it." Roxas noticed Axel's sudden shift in attention, his head jerked up, looking straight down the street where Zexion had been. Roxas made a note of how the crazy guy and Demyx had disappeared.

 

"Hmmm... I wonder." He started to walk towards the street corner, hearing Axel's booted feet following him slowly.

 

"What, pray tell, are you wondering? And I'm wondering if it's the same thing I was wondering?" Looking back, Axel's head was cocked slightly to one side as he often did when he was thinking up one of his lil' plans, a fact Roxas found rather cute, though he'd never tell Axel that.

 

Stopping before they reached the corner, Roxas walked back to Axel and reached up to tug gently on his red spikes. It was something he often did as a show of affection. "What are you scheming?"

 

Roxas could see the calculating look in Axel's eyes that often boded ill for whomever was the object of his attentions.

 

"Hmm..." Axel reached out, wrapping long fingers around Roxas's arms and tugging him up against his taller frame. Roxas looked up as his lover lowered his head, whispering against slightly parted lips, "I think, by the looks on both their faces, that we may have found someone for Dem a lot sooner than we anticipated."

 

Axel's lips pressed lightly against his own in a tender kiss, eliciting a soft gasp as Roxas's sense were consumed with Axel's scent and taste. Axel withdrew quickly, leaving Roxas slightly dazed as he wrapped a hand around his left wrist and lightly tugging him around the corner.

 

They were just in time to catch Demyx helping Zexion pick up his shopping. Just by watching the two of them together, even though they couldn't hear them speaking, they could see there was something going on. They were both eyeing eachother none too subtly.

Slinging an arm around Roxas's shoulders, Axel lent down to speak quietly to him. "Told you; it's so obvious it's kind of funny and Zexion lives across the road from you."

 

Coming out of his daze, Roxas glanced across the street and then back up at his lanky partner. "You wanna fix that nut bar up with my brother? Are you crazy?"

 

Roxas could hear his voice escalating in pitch and suddenly Axel leant down further and covered his parted lips with his own a most pleasant way of silencing him. Roxas was prone to having a quick temper but, thankfully, it never lasted long - but this tactic Axel had adopted a few months ago had always seemed to diffuse his sudden tempers, giving Roxas something else to think about.

 

Axel just has that kind of effect on him. Axel made his mind go blank.

 

It had the nice aside that it was always good to be kissed by Axel. He was everything warm and sweet a guy could ask for, when he wasn't being a lecherous pervert, and his lips tasted like cinnamon and chocolate. Axel pulled away from Roxas too soon, causing him to elicit a rather unhappy whimper in protest as his eyes fluttered, trying to open.

 

"I think we are a lil' too late for helping Dem choose someone. Look at them, they seem pretty enamoured already." Roxas could hear him chuckling lightly in his ear as his breath gusted over the sensitive shell, making him shiver as Roxas felt his customary scowl fall back into place.

 

"Fine, but I don't like him." Roxas could hear what could almost be considered a pout enter his voice. But he didn't care -the guy was odd.

 

"I think you might, Zexion's not a bad guy - he's just had a few problems is all. We all know what that's like. He hasn't had it easy so give him a chance, alright?" Axel's voice was quiet but Roxas could still hear the concern that he felt for the other man.

 

Heaving his body in a pronounced sigh Roxas responded to Axel's request, "Alright, since you asked so nicely, Axel." Axel reached out and ruffled Roxas's already unruly blond locks in a fond and affectionate way.

 

"Thanks Roxy." Roxas felt himself stiffen at that particular name, he hate being called Roxy - his name was Roxas, dammit!

 

"Don't call me that!" He bit out, sending a glare in Axel's direction, but he never thought or considered shrugging off the arm Axel had draped over his shoulders.

 

"What? Roxy?" The mischievous smirk lighting Axel's lips made Roxas clench his fist with the intent of giving Axel another solid punch in the ribs. He saw Axel shift again, his attention caught by something else as Roxas watched a more sedate smile whisper over his lover's lips. It made his heart squeeze in a sweet way.

 

Roxas turned to follow Axel's gaze, watching the scene play out between Demyx and Zexion, even he could see there was something between them. Roxas felt his lips shift into a gentle smile.

 

They looked on, catching Zexion's gaze as he looked up to see them both standing and watching them. He was oddly pleased by the sudden flush that highlighted the slate haired man's cheeks. Roxas watched as Zexion turned to say something to Demyx and then walked away like he had a pole shoved up his ass. He went to the house directly opposite theirs and disappeared inside.

 

Axel made Roxas jump when his deep tenor rang out across the road, "Dem, come on, I came around to do some coursework, remember?" Roxas turned his face up to Axel, scowl firmly in place.

 

Then, he turned back to watch his brother.

 

Roxas saw him shake himself off as though he'd been in a daze - he knew what that felt like.

 

Watching him turn around to look at them, Roxas saw him flush delicately and then listened as spoke absently whilst watching the door to the house Zexion had just disappeared into.

 

"Hmm... ohh... yeah... sorry about that, what were we gonna be working on again?"

 

His voice was quiet, thoughtful and more than a bit distracted by Roxas's guess. Demyx shook his head again and turned away from the other house, walking in an easy gait towards Roxas and Axel, hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck, ruffling up his hair.

 

They fell into place on either side of him, turning and heading back into the house.

 

Thinking back to what happened to start this all off Roxas winced, realizing that Demyx had been right. If he didn't help out more Cloud would kill him when he got home.

 

So, slowly gathering things as he passed and propping his skateboard by the front door, Roxas thoughts slowly started to align themselves.

 

There were some things he wanted to think about. First, he wanted to know more about this Zexion and he was intent on making Axel tell him, even if it would have to wait until later. Second, he wanted to know what Demyx thought of the guy. But, like Cloud, he could lay a solid bet that he wouldn't divulge such information willingly.

 

It seemed Axel was intent on teasing information out of Demyx on his opinions of the more stoic slate haired man named Zexion. Roxas noted that Demyx was keeping very tight lipped about it but, as he had predicted that already, Roxas wasn't really that surprised. Demyx was always like that about very personal things, he was just like Cloud that way. Roxas would be surprised if Axel hadn't figured that out before and was now just teasing him for the hell of it.

 

As he saw them on and off between his unpacking and grabbing snacks during the afternoon, he caught Demyx gazing out across the garden to the front of the house, although Roxas was sure he was looking at something just beyond it. Catching Axel's gaze, Roxas rolled his eyes at him, eliciting a laugh like molten flames. He loved that sound: it made his heart flutter in his chest.

 

Smiling just a bit Roxas wandered off, while Axel nudged Dem into doing some more work. It looked like he wasn't going to have a choice in the matter. Demyx was fascinated by Zexion and it looked like the feeling was mutual- at least he hoped it is. Even so, if Zexion hurts Demyx he will pay for it.

 

Nobody hurts my family.