-I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue-
I walked down the pebbled path, the grains crushing underneath my feet echoing through the silence of night. Stars hung over the forest in front of me, so think that in the ambience of night it shadowed dark and black, almost threatening, new, exciting, and different.
That's what I wanted most of all, everything has become so monotonous in my life. I go to work, eat food, come home get changed eat some more and then sleep. I wake up the next day, and do it all over again. Weekends are different, sometimes if my friends aren't busy we catch up but lately that hasn't been so. On weekends now all I do is the occasional sleep in and then go grocery shopping. Yeah my life is exciting, excruciatingly so that my mind has become numbed with boredom.
I can here crickets and then the running of a stream, I turn my head and there it is. Its body flowing, tumbling over the rocks that lay in its wake.
My dad says I'm like water sometimes, so stubborn and hard to move but once set off I flow free happy and seep through cracks to get to my goal. I love dad, he was always supporting me in every thing I did or didn't do. Like get married to my step mums, second cousin's daughter. I can't see myself married to any woman for that matter, maybe because I haven't found the right female or maybe because I look in another isle altogether. Yeah, I'm attracted to males. Any future prospects of grandchildren and my family name carrying on are at a low. Unless they suddenly start allowing gays to adopt children I don't think that will ever be a possibility. My dad knows, and he's great about it like I said he's always supported me. My step mum Charlotte, now she's a whole other ball game. Maybe its because to me she radiates homophobe, that and I don't trust her. She's likeable, but she's not my mother. No matter how hard I try to accept her I feel it's morally wrong. I can accept her as the woman who married my father, but that's it. I don't hold a candle for my mother or anything, she wasn't a goddess or even a suitable mum, she was just a woman who got caught up at the wrong time in her life and couldn't take it. My mum left me and dad at the hospital two days after I was born; I had been kept over night because I was born premature. It's not like my mum hates me or anything, she just wasn't ready for me, I can't blame her for that. She believed that it was wrong to kill an unborn child if the parents were unfit, why should a child pay for mistakes made by careless adults.
My mum was and probably always will be a career woman; she still sends my humbled father money for me, even though I have a solid job in advertising with an international corporation and can take care of myself. We can't tell her to stop; we don't have a way of reaching her. Not once did she try and contact me, though I can't blame her for that, because I guess I never really tried contacting her either.
My life is just so, it has its ups and its downs the latter occurs more frequently. I suppose I'm what you would call content; I have nothing to complain about after all. No one would hear me if I did, I'm not exactly the type of person who demands attention, not like some other people I know, okay well not know but admired from a distance. There's one person in particular who is everything I'm not and more, he hypnotises people with the way that he walks, it's like his mere presences draws people to him. Some of my fellow colleagues who know I'm smitten with him, say he's cold and brooding and it's only the mysterious side that invites people to him.
That only people care about him for his money and good looks, not who he is. I know if I spent five seconds alone with him, that I would be different. He would be different from what people say about him.
I look up again and realise I'm now in the forest entangled thick and deep. I would have thought it's presence would be suffocating the fear of being insignificant crushing me. But then I'm used to those feelings, I am now is but silenced by its intimidation and left standing and wondering at its beauty. The leaves are much larger and greener than anything around my home or my dad's place. One leave I see is drooping with the weight of water resting along its spine. I step tentatively towards it, so now clad in my blue and white cloud flannel pyjamas are standing underneath. I wait and stare, sounds, trickling sounds my only companions in the woods. I look up at the leaf again and wait sure enough the water is moving towards me. I close my eyes a feeble attempt and crouch towards the ground, it's no use gravity has duped me once again. The cold icy water splashes into my eyes and I rub and my body moves as well from the onslaught of liquid. I land with a thud onto my back and then suddenly the coldness is gone. Cracking open one eye I see the tall stems of grass, the kinds you see out in paddocks. I am surrounded encompassed if you will by the green and shudder to think of a life perpetually like this. Suddenly there is silence, no longer any cicadas or crickets only footsteps coming closer, shuffling their way through the long grass. Standing up in the whole my body imprinted in the sward, I see the long slender back of someone all too familiar to me. He is wearing all black but his hair stands out amongst the green contrasting perfectly. Lilac is all I can see for a moment and then he turns around, I stutter and stare open mouthed. Gathering my wits I walk towards him trying to act unfazed by his cool demeanour, I say his name. He just stares at me, and cocks his head to the side. I say it louder he smiles and laughs, I breathe a silent sigh or relief. His laughter fades and again he stares at me, "do I know you?"
"What?" I question, he looks genuinely confused as am I. He goes to speak again but I can't hear him over a strident yelling sound. I call on the border of hysterics to him, for him to speak louder but then it goes black.
I shoot up straight, my eyes blurry from the sudden rush of light. Where am I? Oh that's right. Looking around I can relax, my sea blue and black furnishings, my posters, my overzealous bedspread with numerous photos of famous musician's faces stitched into the fabric, my bedroom. Again with the voices someone's laughing and my head can't take it this early. I have at the alarm clock on my bedside table; it bounces against the wood and ricochets to the floor. I roll over onto my stomach and hang of the side, letting out a groan as the blood rushes to my head. I blink as blurry red lights fill my vision.
"Huh?" Rubbing them twice I can see better, the outlines of the numbers on my clock burn my eyes.
"Fuck, I'm late!" Springing up from the bed I rush into the shower brushing my teeth to hurry the process of morning grooming. Grabbing my black work pants and dark blue long-sleeved shirt, I fling off the towel in the middle of my bedroom. I hear an ear splitting scream from next door, for a moment I hope nothing bad has happened to my elderly neighbour Mildred. Then I realise, I have my curtains open and I'm nude. Stumbling back into the bathroom with a blush across my face I yell an apology, tangling my feet in my clothes and falling, hard on the white tiles.
"Ow" it comes out as a breathy groan, when in actual fact the voice that I want to use is screaming in melodrama. I learnt that living with my dad, it's best to play along and be the person who causes the least conflict and gets things done. Too bad that's almost the opposite of what I actually crave to be. Never the less I am now dressed and grab my brown canvas book bag, thumbing the backs of my trainers I take off for a sprint to the bus stop. No time for breakfast now, I'll just do what I do everyday and have a larger lunch. Yeah, right. I catch the bus just as the door closes and give the bus driver my best kicked dog look. It's about the only facial expression I can muster nowadays.
I reach the swinging doors at the front and Kairi greets me jovially.
"How are you this morning Demyx? Eat breakfast?" Kairi is one of the two female secretaries, she's older than me by ten years so she treats me like her little brother. I shrug and chuckle nervously; Kairi is quite the health freak. Today she is wearing her white blouse and pink skirt; adorned with thick black jewellery she shakes a long black fingernail at me.
"You should eat breakfast, it's-"
"The most important meal of the day, I know" Kairi scrunches her face at me, she hates it when people cut her off, she also hates it when I talk back to her.
"Well you have to hall ass up the back stairs and quick because the superior is upstairs showing investors around. Apparently he's on level two. You think you can make it before he gets to your area smartass?"
"How long has he been there?" My fingers are hanging onto the edge of her marble desktop and my feet are digging into the polished cement floor.
"He's leaving in minute or two"
"Shit" I hiss as I launch myself towards the stairs. It's a known back entrance for those who are late to work on a regular basis, like myself. The higher ups, only ever use the elevator because they are pompous asses. I don't care as long as I don't get fired for being late I will run up a number of flights of stairs. I work on level three, the middle level, like I said I am content with my life, but it's not my ideal career. I run through the various cubicles, hearing phones ringing and telemarketers pestering unsuspecting employees of other companies. Namine my secretary grabs my arm and rushes me around the back way.
"The superior is coming from the west side, you meet him face on if you go that way. Go through the media department, apparently that's his last stop." She took a breath
"Thanks Nami" I couldn't help but notice she was wearing a gold band around her finger, apparently she had gotten engaged since yesterday. "Congratulations" I whisper with a smile and she blushes and laughs smoothing down her black knee length skirt and looks at her heeled shoes. The golden locket her boyfriend -correction- fiancée gave her hand over her open white shirt.
"Hurry" she says as she pushes me back out into the open walkway.
It took me two minutes to get in front of my door, too bad the superior decided to show the ideas and research department before media. I freeze like a rabbit caught in the headlights when I notice the superior down the hallway making idle chatter with Namine, she was stalling him god bless her soul. He had two Japanese investors with him.
"Shit" I look towards the window and see Axel balancing a pencil on his lip. Axel is my notorious red headed co-worker and friend. Best bud since high school and the one who I lost my virginity to, but we aren't interested in each other like that any more. Not since Roxas of course. Roxas is Axel's life long infatuation and 'true love' or so he claims. Too bad he's our supervisor Leon's brother. The guy is a psychopath when it comes to his brother apparently. Roxas was diagnosed with cancer four years ago when he was seventeen, with numerous herbal and radiation treatments, and surgery to remove the tumour; he was given a clean bill of health. The boy has never been the same since, always going to extremes 'living life' as Leon likes to sarc on and on about. Axel met him at his first company dinner five years ago age nineteen, and had never left the boys side all night. They talked for the whole time about anything and everything. Axel said he knew he was in love when the boy laughed at his hair. Most people would have been turned off by this, but Axel was only encouraged and when Roxas apologised he knew then, that he was a goner.
I ducked back behind a cubicle wall and crouched next to a very full trash can.
"Mornin' Demyx" staring at me was my apprentice and step brother Sora. I am fond of Sora to a point where I treat him almost like my actual sibling.
"Mornin' Sora, do you have a rubber?" Sora who was known for his naïve and some how contradicting perverted mind blushed.
"Sora focus, eraser. Now." Sora chucked him a rainbow patterned rubber and Demyx raised an eyebrow, there was a large PRIDE label across the middle.
"Don't tell mum okay?" Demyx chuckled in bemusement; apparently he wasn't the only one to not tell Charlotte he was 'batting for the other team'.
Standing on his perches Demyx threw the rubber at the window next to his door, which was made out of glass, it looked like there was steam on it, but in actual fact it was just something to prevent someone seeing in. Demyx always disliked the door, he thought it was stupid. Glass was made to be seen through, why have a door made out of opaque glass instead of normal wood. He couldn't be bothered caring as long as he didn't break it he was happy. No way did he want to shell out money for another.
Axel got the signal and peered out over the window smiling he pulled on the door and it opened. I looked towards the superior Namine couldn't stall him any longer and he continued to walk down the navy carpeted hallway. Namine saw my head on the bottom of the cubicle wall and she went pale. She turned on the spot wringing her hands over and over until she started to chase after the tall silver haired man. She called out his title and then stumbled only to have the superior hold her up. I took my chance when the three males turned their backs to him and commando rolled into the office. Not a moment too soon either, they all looked back when they heard me make contact with Axels tall frame and take him tumbling to the floor.
"ooff" I tried to gather my wits and make my head stop spinning stupid Axel and his strong skeletal frame. I rubbed my forehead and saw Axel holding his hip bone.
"I swear if I'm not able to walk on my date with Roxas tonight I will hand you over to the superior for being late" I shook my head at Axel lame attempt at sounding threatening.
"Yeah right, and then I'll tell him you spend half your day talking on the phone to a boy who barley recognises you instead of doing work and making me do it all. Who do you think he'd keep the guy who does the work or the one who gets here on time?"
Axel had no time to argue, footsteps alerted them of others presence drawing closer. In an attempt to get to our chairs we climbed over each other, pushing and knocking various body parts out from underneath ourselves. Luckily by the time we got to our seats the superior was standing outside or door, Axel and I turned and smiled at the taller male. Who oblivious to our presence kept walking right past the open door to the media department…
"Fuck eh?" Axel rubbed his hands through his hair and I did the same. I didn't have time to do anything to my hair after I had a shower. It was probably in knots and various states of disorder, in fact it was probably better the superior hadn't stopped by.
Putting my head in his hands I let out a frustrated groan. The day went on and on, various meetings finally lunch time rolled around and I was able to silence his stomach who had continuously growled through my last three meetings. As usual Axel and I decided to get a burger for lunch; we gathered our wallets and walked to the elevator. Axel suggested it would be the best for me if I didn't attempt to walk down the stairs in my drowsy state. Axel is shit at lying, the only reason he wants to use the lift is incase that I do pass out he doesn't have to lug my ass back up the stairs.
"Axel shut up." He'd been talking about Roxas for the past ten minutes and frankly I had been getting quite sick of it. I'm all to happy to lend an ear to pal who's in love but telling the same story about how he choked on an ice cube was not entertaining. Especially if it was the thirteenth time that said story was told.
"You're just jealous nothings happened between you and the Emo King."
"He is not an Emo King, he's just… I dunno"
"Shy?"
"Yeah"
"Bullshit, the guy is one of the top attorneys in the country and he is heir to the conglomerate of Oblivion Incorporated. Shy is not a word to be associated with him, arrogant, self conceited and obnoxious are words that are more appropriate."
"Would you just stop? I don't care how much you put him down; I don't care what you say. If he is then, he is and there's nothing I can do about it."
Axel looked at me eyebrow raised, "What? Don't I get the privilege of hearing about how you are going to prove me wrong and when you meet him, he'll change, some sort of Romantic out burst, or declaration?"
I shook my head "Nope"
Axel turned towards me towering over me by just a little bit, I pity Roxas sometimes. Axel can be quite intimidating when he wants to be, it doesn't help that the kid is shorter than myself. "And why not Juliet?"
"Would you not call me that?" Axel has this thing, where he believes that I sound like I belong in a Shakespearian play, talking about love and whatnot in one of his tragedies. I never asked Axel why he picked an author who killed his lead amorous roles; actually I don't want to know. It's quite irksome when your best friend right out calls you subordinate, I mean it's not like I'm adverse to it, it's just sometime I would like to be you know, the more aggressive partner. It's also down right embarrassing when half the office knows about your homosexuality and Axel tells people that I like being called after a female who falls in love and oh yes dies.
"Fine Romeo is that better, but I'm sorry Dem you are going to have to prove to me that you are capable of a masculine title, I mean Demyx not exactly empowering is it?"
"It's artistic okay and it's a hell of a lot better than being named after a car part. Come on' the first impression of Axel has to be that of some brawny idiot, like a mechanic"
"Hey don't diss the idea of being called 'the mechanic'."
"Why not?"
"Well for one thing, they are good with their hands."
I groaned in disgust, "I actually wanted that as my gay name, too bad it's already taken. I'm stuck with flurry of the dancing flames. It has its ups and downs."
"Yeah straight out people will know that your gay and should not be left near flammable equipment. Or alone to your own devices. Who's the mechanic?"
Axel smirked at me "You will not believe me if I told you."
"tell me."
"No, melodious nocturne I will not tell you."
"I didn't pick my name; I can't see how that suits me"
"I guess they all thought you made music on a regular basis if you get my drift, that or you're a screamer."
"Shut up!" Axel looked at me as to say 'see'.
"Anyway back onto topic what's with the lack of romanticism on your part oh holy infatuated one?"
"I have come to terms with the fact that it will never be, so even if I on the rare and I mean really really rare chance see him, I will act like he's no big deal and means nothing to me."
"Whilst you die on the inside"
I rolled my eyes, why fight it I asked myself. "Yeah whilst I die on the inside"
"Whatever mate just don't die on the outside too, I need my buddy around" Axel flung his arm around my shoulder.
"You only need me so your ass doesn't get fired" Axel had a moment to look shocked and genuinely hurt and he placed his hands over his heart and pulled a face like he was in pain. Too bad I knew him too well and he smiled back at me no harm done. The doors opened with a 'ping' and my feet suddenly wouldn't move.
I stood there my eyes open my heart beat resounding in my ears. I took a breath and then stepped inside, boy my shoes looked interesting this morning. Axel was laughing beside me, as I looked up at him from my hunched position. He pulled a face at me and I stood up straight then I pressed the Ground button. Axel pushed the number two button, next thing I knew he was outside of the elevator and the doors had shut. He left me alone…with him?
Axel you bastard.
The elevator kept going floor one, said the voice and then everything went black. The lift jolted and I hit the wall stumbling to hold onto the railing, when I regained my common sense I realised the elevator had just broken down. I was breathing fast, but mine wasn't the only sound I could hear. Then I remember who else was in here.
I sank to the floor and put my head in my hands. "Are you okay?"
I sat up straight, wow that was his voice, damn. I'm not going to have a peaceful sleep tonight.
"Ah… yep, I'm fine" my voice sounded a little too high and then I frowned at myself.
Control yourself Demyx control! He slunk down beside me and looked across towards me.
"Don't I get a 'how are you'?" he was talking to me!!! Actually talking to me, no he was joking with me Oh my Fucking God yes, we could have an actual conversation. Stop! Stupid mind stop, remember ignore him, play it cool.
"Well I assumed that if you'd physically hurt yourself to a point where you needed my help, you wouldn't of been able to talk to me. So I guessed you were alright."
"What about emotionally hurt?"
"Huh?"
"I could have been claustrophobic for all you knew, started screaming and clawing at the walls, chewing on my hands."
I had to laugh at the thought, when I looked back in his eyes they were already focused on me, as if indisputably intrigued no, interested. "I've seen you ride the lift heaps of times you seemed perfectly fine to me."
Why the fuck am I blushing? Please let the darkness be so that he cannot see my face. Why did I say that I watched him, or that he seems perfectly fine? Oh what am I kidding he probably won't even notice.
"So you are stalking me?"
I had to choke on my own spit with that one.
"What? N-no of course not" he cracked a smile at my face. Blushed and eyes as wide as they could possibly go, yeah I bet I look real damn hot. Super fucking sexy.
"That's a shame; I'd be real flattered if you were actually stalking me." It took a lot of effort to not raise my hand and wave it about screaming 'yes pick me, I'm your stalker!' Knowing my luck he'd probably have me arrested or worse think I'm a freak.
"You would be flattered to have a stalker?"
"It takes a certain type of stalker to make someone feel flattered. If I had you following me around all day, watching me, listening for my every word and observing every action I would feel pretty flattered."
Okay…Now he has to be screwing with me. I just sat there staring at him eyebrow raised as if he was crazy.
"Your name?"
"My name?"
"Yeah you know the thing that people identify you with, Bob or Fred?"
"It's ah, actually Demyx" His lips turned up at that
"I thought it might have been you, it's nice to meet you Demyx. My name's Zexion but you already know that."
"huh?" Okay, now I'm starting to get scared. Even if he is really hot, this behaviour counts as weird…doesn't it?
"I heard about your infatuation with me Demyx, there are no secrets where I'm concerned." That's it, I threw all of my coolness and concern less attitude to the wind. I actually did care and this actually did embarrass me.
"Oh Fuck."
Zexion just chuckled and watched in amusement as I buried my head in my hands.
"Demyx it's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. It's human nature to be curious or interested in this case." Okay dig a very large deep hole somewhere out in desolate Australia and bury me there. "That is why I hope you'll forgive me if I tell you that I have sort of in a way been stalking you too."
"You say what now?" I sat up and stared at him. He was nothing but calm and cool, like it was not a big deal to stalk someone, not a criminal offence reprimandable with jail time. Yeah no biggy.
"When I found out I had an admirer, a male one at that I decided to find you and tell you that we could never be together."
"Oh right" the lift lights flickered on and the elevator jolted. The doors opened and I stood and dusted my pants. I went to walk out, but before I could Zexion grabbed me and pulled me back inside against the left wall of the elevator. He pushed on the stop button and again we were suspended in the lift. Three stories high: there were two car parks below ground level.
"No it's not right. The moment I saw you, you made me forget about any rules I had about dating about … After I saw you at work and the things that you did, I don't know why but I couldn't bring myself to say that we could never be together. That I didn't want you, but Demyx you see it's not true."
"Oh right" what the bloody hell was I meant to say to that? I mean it's not like everyday you have someone like Zexion say that sort of thing to you.
He looked at me expecting me to go on, I had no idea what to say but I had become suddenly aware of how close he was standing to me. So I did the only thing I could remember how to do at the time words suddenly up and left my brain. I grabbed his black tie with one hand and his white shirt with the other and pulled him towards myself. Then I kissed him. It wasn't a grotesque kiss like those you see in trashy block busters, it was sweet and innocent and I felt like I could fall to the ground. In actual fact, I did fall, I passed out. Boy was that a smart thing to do.
The principles of lust
are easy to understand
do what you feel
feel until the end
the principles of lust
are burned in your mind
do what you want
do it until you find
love...
A:N/ hello F.A here.
I know I know I should finish my other fics first, but I'm having a block and usually if I start writing another it helps to get me in the mood for writing those ones. I appologise in advance if you hate it, please don't hate it. This will most likely be a six or seven shot fic. The chapters will be long yes, long. No more of my crappy 3 page thing. I'm trying to broaden my limitations so maybe this will work. Oh and yes it is different, its my first, point of veiw fic, where you see through the character. Nice eh? Reviews are muchly appreciated, as is critism and help about how one another would act or things that they would do together. You know like what do YOU picture zemyx doing together and as I say that please keep the suggestions... helpful I don't mean ' he would jump his bones and grind them to make bread' or what not. M'kay. The thing at the beginning is from PANIC!at the Disco a good band if I do say so myself. The last block thing is a song from Enigma called principles of lust. I don't own Demyx or Zexion or Zemnas for that matter, nor do I own anything Kingdom hearts related. However I do own the concept for this story and could easily change the characters so that they don't infringe on copyright laws. Cha-ching!
I hope you readers like this and give me feedback so that I don't starve.
Okay.