Summary: Zexion Ishida has a lot of problems. First of all, he’s got a paper due tomorrow… he lost his hearing at the age of ten, changed highschools when he was sixteen, and became roommates with Demyx when he was eighteen and in college. Wait… why is that last one a problem? An AU Zemyx Fanfic from Zexion’s point of view.

Disclaimer: As a great author once said: "Roses are red. violets are blue. Me no own, so you no sue!" - cheysuli-1218 (on FF.net)

Dedication: To RappAddict (Defiantconformity on dA) because you're a bloody awesome friend. If any readers out there enjoy Rent, they should pop on over to read her stuff. Also to Jackie (Pendraegona on fanfiction.mugglenet.com) because she rocks at helping me edit this story back into a way so I can stand to read it. AND TO ALL MY non-existent READERS on FF and dA, 'cause you guys bloody rock... and I mean it too.



Chapter 3 “Figure Out the Point”

“I can figure out the point of anything, but just not as fast as I can mess up my life”
– Point of Extinction by Motion City Soundtrack

“Are you going to going to answer that?”  Demyx’s annoyed face filled my vision.

I pried the sheet of paper from my cheek and tried to rackle my still half-asleep brain into a working order.  Finally, I came up with a response, “Ehhhh?”  …Which was probably not the smartest thing I could say at that moment.

“Ooookay… I’ll get it then.”  Blue eyes rolled and disappeared from my view.  Turning my head to keep the blonde mullet in sight, I ran a hand through my hair and realized it needed a comb… badly.  Combing the stale-colored mess with my fingers, I watched the Demyx open the door to our dorm.

A crazy-haired redhead leaned against our doorframe.  “Heya, Demmy!”  Was this a friend of my roommate’s?  Explains the hair I guess.  The boy at the door looked like his head was set aflame above a pair of eyes that were green like forest fires.  Next to the redhead, Demyx’s dirty blonde lovechild of a mullet and Mohawk and super bright blue eyes seemed almost normal.  The fire-head looked over Demyx’s shoulder straight at me.  “This your new roomie, little blue?”

Demyx turned around to see me sitting at my desk, my headphones barely hanging on my ears, and my hair a complete and utter mess.  “Yea, that’s Zexion.  Zexion, this is Axel.”  Demyx gestured at the flame-head as if I couldn’t have figured out who he was talking about.

“Pleasure to meet you, Axel,” I replied automatically as I continued to comb my fingers through my head absent mindedly.

Axel glanced from me to Demyx and raised a brow, giving Demyx a look.  Demyx turned around and looked at me curiously.  After a moment, Axel bid Demyx a goodbye and said he had to run to class.  Demyx waved after the fire-head and turned back to me.

“What?” I blinked at the blonde, as he wandered towards me.  I recoiled as he reached for my face, he hesitated and let his hand drop back to his side.  I stared at him with wide eyes as I felt my panic recede and my face burn.

A look of hurt ran across his expression before he swapped it with pity.  I knew from his face what was coming but that didn’t keep me from hating it.

“What in the world happened to your face?”  His lips drew thin in worry and I knew mine twisted into a scowl in response.

I had forgotten to fix my hair to hide the scarred side of my face.  Now I was sure that Axel had seen it and had made Demyx curious, for that I hated the flame-head.  Perhaps I was quick to judge and rather harsh, but that’s just how I am.

“I was in a car accident.” I stated simply, knowing this wouldn’t sate his curiosity, but not caring at the moment.  I hated people who gawked.  “Staring at it with pity written all over your face won’t rectify it, you know.  Both my eyes see perfectly fine by the way.”  I answered the usual next question before it was asked.

Demyx knit his brows together in response, still staring but at least blinking now.  His hand flexed in sympathy for my torn appearance, but remained at his side.

I sighed and didn’t bother to finish straightening my hair down and instead tucked it behind my ears so he could see the full damage.  He sucked in a sharp breath at that.  In the same car accident that had robbed me of my hearing, had also marred half of my face in a crisscross pattern that ran over my right eye, which was permanently discolored.  While originally both my eyes had been a grey-blue, now my normally hidden eye was pale grey and milky as if it was blind.

Usually I wear my stale-colored hair combed over the damaged side of my face, in the ever-so-popular emo-style haircut.  That day I must have fallen asleep on top of my desk and gotten my hair messed up.  I knew it was going to happen eventually, although one can hope, right?

I avoided the oceans of his questioning- no, beseeching- eyes and instead straightened my desk.  Sleeping on top of it had scattered my papers everywhere and a few highlighters were missing.  I turned to ask my roommate if he had seen the missing items…

Instead, I felt cool fingertips along my face.  Everything in my mind, which happened to be a lot at that moment, just dropped and crashed against the floor.

I would have jerked backwards, but my body had frozen in place.

His fingers barely touched my skin, skimming the mere surface and tracing my scars with a sense of wonder and sadness.  It was strangely… soothing.  The cool tips of his rough fingers dancing along my face as if memorizing, they were touching my skin only enough to barely feel it, but not enough to set off my panic.  His fingertips hard and callused, but gentle in their movements, as if he were to strum a cord of a soft melody.

My stormy grey-blue eyes had been trapped by his impossibly blue irises.

His face was twisted in concern but also awe, as his sight followed with his fingertips, along the crisscross of my ruined skin.  The clear, water-like eyes of his glazed over as he concentrated on his sense of touch more then sight.

I was trapped, as if in a spell.  It was frightening and electrifying all at once.  Then it was gone.

It seemed like forever, but it was barely a moment later that his touch was gone and his entrancing, sapphire eyes had turned from my view.  He seemed to be apologizing as he stared at his feet.

“Sorry… I know you don’t like… sorry.  My curiosity gets the better of me sometimes.  They say curiosity killed the cat, after all.  No hard feelings?”  He lifted his head and tilted it slightly in a way that made my mind go blank for a moment.

“Um, sure.” I blinked, trying to understand what was happening to me.  I must be going insane. I finally decided.  He’s finally driven me off the wall.

He grinned and bounced around, grabbing random items from all over his messy side of the room.  I managed to catch his words as he left the room, “I’ve got class now, but I’ll see you later, okay?  OH SHOOT!  Bye!”  He darted from the room, his arm vaguely waving as he realized how late he was going to be.

Even once he was gone, all I could think of was his vivid cerulean eyes.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” I repeated out load, as I adjusted by headphones and untucked my hair.  A smile quirked on my lips as I remembered the rest of the saying, “But satisfaction brought it back…”

This strange feeling, it was connected to Demyx, I knew this.  It was entirely his fault for whatever effect he had on me.  However, like with any spell-born curiosity, it was about to lead me into a heap’s worth of trouble.

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“Demyx?”

“Yea, Zexy?”

I blanked for a moment, not realizing he was talking about me.  After a few seconds I put sound to his words and attempted to scowl, but like always, it didn’t work out so well.  “Don’t call me that.” I muttered before continuing my notions aloud, “You haven’t gotten all your books yet, have you?”

Demyx leaned back in his chair, balancing his pencil on the tip of his nose, “Nah, I keep meaning to though.”

I frowned at his antics.  One day he was going to hurt himself.  I shook my head, Continue or you won’t ever get another chance.  “Want to come with me to get the rest of my books for class?”

The pencil clattered to the floor and he leaned down in a swift motion and scooped it up.  Rolling the pencil between his fingers, he glanced up at me and smiled, “Sure!”

I had to turn away then, or he probably would have noticed the soft smile spread across my face.

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“Demyx, we’re not going to find our textbooks at a mall.”  I stated with a flat look as I peered at the largely structured building in front of us.

“Oh c’mon!  You’ll enjoy this, come see!”  Demyx grabbed my sleeve and began to lead me towards something.  Alarm shot through me and my body froze at the simple touch, but that didn’t stop me from being dragged along.  Demyx was a lot stronger then he looked.

I was half-led, half-dragged, to a small candy shop.  In reflex, I rubbed my wrist when he released it and kept my arms close to my person.  When I turned and opened my mouth to yell at him, suddenly something large, sugary, and sweet was blocking my already muttled words.

Demyx’s huge grin filled my vision and I popped out the huge lollipop to stare at it.  I looked back at him and frowned, “What the-“

“You kids better pay for that!”  The old man at the cashier cut me off.  I glared at him for a few moments before Demyx slapped down a few dollars, which was probably more then the piece of candy was worth.  After that the man only smiled at us and waved as Demyx ushered me out.

“Dem… What the hell!?”  I yanked my arm from his hand and held it close to my body, as if protecting it.  Demyx only stared at me.

“Dem..?” He tilted his head and my brain collapsed for a moment before I did a system reboot and tried to cool my burning face.  His spell had caught me off guard again.

“What?  Your flamey friend can call you ‘Demmy’ and I can’t call you Dem?  You’ve been calling me that infernal nickname all the time we’ve been here.”  I crossed my arms and stared at him.  “But, seriously..  What the hell?”

Demyx pursed his lips in a pout and my brain had to perform another system reboot to remain functioning.  What was going on with me lately?  “You always look so annoyed with everything… I figured some candy would cheer you up.”  He glanced at his shoes (blue sneakers with laces untied and messy like always) and frowned.

I twisted the wires of my headphones and watched him shuffle his shoes and frown at them.  Finally I sighed and let my hands fall to my sides, lollipop still clasped in one. “Thanks.”  I rubbed the back of my head with my candy-free hand.

With the speed of an African swallow, Demyx was all grins again and already half-dragging me to another place.  Talk about bipolar…

This was going to take some getting used to.

“Demyx Nocturne!  Unhand me!”

“But you’re so SLOW, Zexy!”

A lot of getting used to…