Disclaimer: I Own! Yes! Yes! I own it! See! Look! This piece of paper says so! –gets mauled by a pack of kingdom hearts fans- no! noooo! I lost my piece of paper –sobs-
Anyway.. Here's my first attempt at something Zemyx-ish.. I'm sorry if I ruined any ones OTP by writing this.. I just love Zemyx and wanted to give it a go.. –deep breath- here goes..
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Teach Me How.
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He was sitting by himself, reading in his room. He heard footsteps come down the hall and his door was flung open.
"Whatcha' doin' Zexy?"
"Reading. And don't call me that."
"Oh.. Teach me how?"
"To read? You can't read?"
"Yes, and no.. I never learnt, and if I did, I forgot when I became a nobody."
"In that case.. sure."
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He was standing by the stove, absent mindedly preparing what the Organization would be eating that night. He heard someone enter the room and someone flung there arms around his neck.
"Whatcha' doin' Zexy?"
"Cooking. And don't call me that."
"Oh.. Teach me how?"
"To cook? You can't cook?"
"Yes.. and no, I never thought it useful until now"
"In that case.. Sure."
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He was vacuuming the lounge room. Demyx was lying on the floor writing music. (Well, Zexion assumed that he was.) He looked up.
"Whatcha' doin' Zexy?"
"Cleaning. Your in my way."
"Oh.. Teach me how?"
"You want to clean?"
"Why not?"
"Ok.. then sure."
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He entered the room sweat dripping down his face. He slumped down onto the couch and groaned as someone sat down beside him.
"Whatcha' doin' Zexy?"
"…I was sparring with number 8 and number 13..."
"Oh.. Teach me how?"
"To spar? You spar much better then me, I have my lexicon anyway"
"Please?"
"Ok then.. why not.."
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He was in the lab, trying to make something to get back at Axel and Roxas for what they did the previous night. He shuddered at the thought as Demyx jumped down the stairs.
"Whatcha' doin' Zexy?"
"…Experimenting. And how many times do I have to tell you, my name is Zexion. Not Zexy."
"Oh.. teach me how?"
"You wont blow anything up?"
"Nope! Promise!"
"Ok.. Sure."
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He was outside planting flowers for Marluxia, while he was away. Demyx wandered outside and sat down next to Zexion.
"Whatcha doin' Zexy?"
"Gardening."
"Oh.. Teach me how?"
"You want to learn to garden?"
"Yep."
"Ok.. Why not."
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He was lying on the couch, sleeping, as Demyx bounced in and shook him awake.
"Whatcha doin' Zexy?"
"…Well, I was sleeping."
"Oh.. Zexion?"
"Yeah?"
"Zexion.. teach me to dream?"
"..Nobodies can't dream Dem."
"Oh.."
"But, close your eyes.. and think, hope and wish.."
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He was sitting by himself. Demyx came in from outside. It had been raining. He sat down opposite Zexion.
"Whatcha doin Zexy?"
"Waiting.."
"Oh.. For what?"
"I-I'm not sure."
"Oh."
Silence.
"Zexy?"
"Yes..?"
"Teach me how to.."
"To what?"
"Teach me how to love.."
Blink. Pause. "Pardon?"
"Zexion.. can you teach me to love?"
"I-I'm sorry.. I-I'm sorry Dem.. I Can't.."
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He was laying on his bed, tears pouring down his face. But why? Nobodies didn't have feelings.. right? He picked up his sitar and sat back down on his bed. He began to play a soft, sad melody that reflected his non-existent feelings. He was unaware of the figure watching him, until it spoke.
"Your.. your really good at that Demyx."
A small smile. "Thanks, Zexy."
"Dem.."
"Yeah?"
"..Teach me how?"
Grin. "Sure."
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And there you have it.. I really hope you enjoyed it! And don't forget to review!
This is a one-shot.. By the way.. so uhmm. Yep. It's short.. I'm rambling now.. I'll stop.. riiighhhttt.. now.