[fanfiction] Ocean Avenue; Verse 4: Light My Candle
Fandom/Pairings: Kingdom Hearts; Zexion/Demyx, Axel/Roxas
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing and mentions of drugs.
Pre-Notes: I'm going to ask that you pretend this is totally on time. Please? Hey, you get a whole 2 chapters. Be happy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the song, I don't own the characters! I own this concept, idea and world.
Summary: Ocean Avenue is where is all began. Ocean Avenue is where it will all end.
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Ocean Avenue
Verse 4: Light My Candle
“I remember the look in your eyes when I told you that this was goodbye.
You were begging me not tonight, not here, not now.
We're looking up at the same night sky and I keep pretending the sun will not rise.
We'll be together for one more night. Somewhere, somehow.”
There is a small silence known as slumber passing over one of the two boys currently tangled in a nest of limbs in the creaky bed. The summer breeze flits through the window, and Demyx's nose twitches. He mumbles lightly into the chest of the other and curls his arms around tighter.
Ever so quietly, the other untangles himself from Demyx and sits up. The blond mumbles something, but the other runs slender fingers through his hair and he's quiet once more. The other smiles softly and sings a soft lullaby.
“You're sending me away, by the light of dawn I trace your face. There's a faintly blue tint to the light as I bend down and kiss your lips.”
A short, sweet kiss. Demyx stirs again, and the other lets him wake. There is a sleepy murmur as the musician yawns and sits up a little. He blinks, and smiles.
“Couldn't sleep?”
The other shrugs, “I'm an insomniac.”
“You're also incredibly smart and great in bed. I'm guessing those are products of insomnia?”
“Possibly.”
There is a soft kiss to his collarbone and he lets his eyes flutter closed. The kiss tells him everything he wants to know.
“I love you, Demyx.”
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“What are you afraid of?”
Demyx looked up at the lanky red head standing in front of him and shrugged. He plucked aimlessly at the strings of his guitar.
“Time. Shadows. Distance. Spiders.”
“You've always been afraid of shadows and spiders, which leaves time and distance. If I take a wild, wild stab and say that your nobody is the emo-haired kid that broke your heart . . . Would I be anywhere close to the truth of it?”
Demyx shrugged again, “Dunno. Depends on if ya mean Zexion or another.”
“How many emo-haired kids broke your heart, boy?”
“Also depends. What do ya think is emo hair?”
The red head threw up his hands in frustration. He paced the small room. The paper thin boy sitting on the other bed pulled the sheet up and dropped it. He repeated until the red head stopped and stared at Demyx.
“You are worse than Roxas when he's back on drugs.”
Demyx shrugged, “Don't exactly care.”
The paper thing blond let go of the sheet and stood up. He walked the short distance to Demyx and stood in front of him for a second. Demyx looked up and shrugged. The boy slapped him and fell to his knees, sobbing.
“You. Let us help, because after not seeing you for four years and thinking I'd never see you again that's all I really want. I want to see you happy again. I want my Dem back.”
Demyx set the guitar down and ruffled the blond's hair. He smiled sadly and looked up at the red head. Sliding off the bed, Demyx sat down next to the blond.
“Sorry, Roxas-baby, this just ain't something ya can help with.”
Roxas dragged a hand across his eyes and sniffled, “The fuck it isn't. Anything can be helped.”
“Look at me, “Demyx said softly, “do I look like I can be helped?”
Roxas looked up, “Fuck you, if I can helped then there are no unworkable cases.”
Demyx leaned forward and touched his forehead to Roxas', they stayed like that for a second and then Demyx abruptly look away.
“If it were Zexion, what would your advice be?”
The red head sat down next to the pair, “That the fucker can go to hell in my book, but if you really love something then you go after it. There's no point in sitting and waiting.”
Demyx turned to look at him and sighed. The red head patted him on the back and offered a small smile in return. Demyx closed his eyes and let them flutter back open.
“Care to tell me exactly why I should chase after someone who I'm pretty damn sure hates me?”
A small shrug, “Because I know that sometimes hate isn't hate, just uncertainty?”
“Right,” Demyx said slowly, “because Roxas-baby would rather hit you than hump you.”
Roxas punched Demyx lightly and he laughed before hugging Roxas tightly and shaking him from side to side. Roxas shoved Demyx off and rubbed his temples.
“Headache.”
A small frown, “Sorry, I forget sometimes.”
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“In fact, I think I've forgotten the entire chapter.”
Demyx laughed freely and happily. The slate haired boy sitting across from him, however, didn't seem quite so amused. In fact, he seemed annoyed.
“Demyx, apply yourself. I know that this isn't the easiest, but it's not extremely difficult either.”
Demyx twirled his pencil, “Refresh my memory.”
The other boy sighed and began pointing at the book in front of Demyx and explaining things in a smooth, even voice. Demyx leaned forward on the low table and nodded ever so slightly as he tried to pay attention. There was a light rap on Demyx' forehead.
“Demyx,” he chided, “pay attention, at the very least.”
Demyx pouted, “But, Zexion! I can never concentrate when you're around.”
“I honestly think you have ADD. Until a doctor confirms it though, I still believe that you can concentrate fine. So pay attention.”
Demyx puffed out his cheeks again and pouted. Zexion shook his head and set his pencil down on the table. He cupped the side of Demyx's face in one hand and smiled gently.
“Please?”
Demyx leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on Zexion's lips. He smiled brightly and pointed to the book.
“I understand this,” he pointed to another section, “but this is super-confusing.”
Zexion nodded and started pointing at the book again. Demyx nodded throughout the explanation and stuck explanatory post-it notes all over the page. Zexion merely shook his head at the absurdity of Demyx's notations and kept explaining the important points in the muck that the school board called “AP Statistics.”
They sat like that, talking of such mundane subjects as statistics, for a long while. Roxas came home and ruffled Demyx's hair and Demyx rolled his eyes accordingly.
“Shouldn't you be somewhere else?”
Roxas rolled his eyes too, “Axel fucked up again.”
And that was the only explanation either of them got. Roxas, although he protected what he loved dearly, was not above withholding things in return for obedience. Particularly Axel's obedience, which Demyx always thought was strange because Roxas didn't exactly pay attention to Axel when he wanted obedience. Especially when Axel wanted Roxas to stay still for ten minutes so he could take a picture of him.
Roxas hated staying still. For anyone.
“Demyx,” Zexion waved a hand in front of him, “back to statistics.”
“Right.”
Being ripped from his analysis of Roxas, Demyx turned back to the book and listened raptly while Zexion finished off his explanation of the chapter. He was vaguely aware that just outside his vision, Roxas was curled up into a tiny ball of bitterness.
He also knew that in about ten minutes Axel would show up and a very disturbing scene would occur. Demyx probably should have been used to the way Axel and Roxas made up, but it still disturbed him a little. Okay, a lot. People should not be able to fight and still make out at the same time. It just wasn't normal.
“Demyx? Would you like to go for a walk?”
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“Demyx, did you hear me?”
Demyx looked up at Axel and shrugged. Axel ran a hand through his messy red spikes and sighed heavily. Roxas stood up and held out a hand to Demyx.
“Let's go for a walk.”
Demyx made no move to get up, so Roxas motioned for Axel to pick him up. Axel did so, and slung him over his shoulder. Roxas grabbed his door keys off the floor and they three went on their merry little way.
Once they reached the lobby of the building, Axel set Demyx down and brushed him off. Demyx made a face.
“It's, like, four in the morning. I don't wanna go on a fucking walk.”
Roxas fixed Demyx with a stare, “We're going on a walk. You are going to like it.”
With that, he turned on his heel and started walking down the street. Demyx sighed and followed him, absent-mindedly noting that there were still cars zooming around in the streets at four in the morning. He'd never been out here so late, he figured that the world went to sleep when he went to sleep. There wasn't much reason to think otherwise.
Roxas walked with definite purpose and Demyx just sort of followed without really paying any attention. Axel trailed after them, and the trio wandered until Roxas stopped in front of a large ferris wheel and pointed to it.
“We are going to ride the ferris wheel.”
Demyx gave Roxas a slightly sceptical look. It was four in the morning, there wasn't anybody working the ferris wheel. Plus, he was pretty sure it was solar-powered. Demyx gave Roxas the benefit of the doubt as they walked toward the ferris wheel, though. Axel didn't seem to concerned and that was reason enough to Demyx to have a little faith in Roxas, crazy as he was.
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Postit-Notes: This story makes me want a really good Demyx/Roxas fic. It also makes me think I have zero idea how to transition because I cut to all these different places. Blah, I should be working on costumes.
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing and mentions of drugs.
Pre-Notes: I'm going to ask that you pretend this is totally on time. Please? Hey, you get a whole 2 chapters. Be happy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the song, I don't own the characters! I own this concept, idea and world.
Summary: Ocean Avenue is where is all began. Ocean Avenue is where it will all end.
----
Ocean Avenue
Verse 4: Light My Candle
“I remember the look in your eyes when I told you that this was goodbye.
You were begging me not tonight, not here, not now.
We're looking up at the same night sky and I keep pretending the sun will not rise.
We'll be together for one more night. Somewhere, somehow.”
There is a small silence known as slumber passing over one of the two boys currently tangled in a nest of limbs in the creaky bed. The summer breeze flits through the window, and Demyx's nose twitches. He mumbles lightly into the chest of the other and curls his arms around tighter.
Ever so quietly, the other untangles himself from Demyx and sits up. The blond mumbles something, but the other runs slender fingers through his hair and he's quiet once more. The other smiles softly and sings a soft lullaby.
“You're sending me away, by the light of dawn I trace your face. There's a faintly blue tint to the light as I bend down and kiss your lips.”
A short, sweet kiss. Demyx stirs again, and the other lets him wake. There is a sleepy murmur as the musician yawns and sits up a little. He blinks, and smiles.
“Couldn't sleep?”
The other shrugs, “I'm an insomniac.”
“You're also incredibly smart and great in bed. I'm guessing those are products of insomnia?”
“Possibly.”
There is a soft kiss to his collarbone and he lets his eyes flutter closed. The kiss tells him everything he wants to know.
“I love you, Demyx.”
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“What are you afraid of?”
Demyx looked up at the lanky red head standing in front of him and shrugged. He plucked aimlessly at the strings of his guitar.
“Time. Shadows. Distance. Spiders.”
“You've always been afraid of shadows and spiders, which leaves time and distance. If I take a wild, wild stab and say that your nobody is the emo-haired kid that broke your heart . . . Would I be anywhere close to the truth of it?”
Demyx shrugged again, “Dunno. Depends on if ya mean Zexion or another.”
“How many emo-haired kids broke your heart, boy?”
“Also depends. What do ya think is emo hair?”
The red head threw up his hands in frustration. He paced the small room. The paper thin boy sitting on the other bed pulled the sheet up and dropped it. He repeated until the red head stopped and stared at Demyx.
“You are worse than Roxas when he's back on drugs.”
Demyx shrugged, “Don't exactly care.”
The paper thing blond let go of the sheet and stood up. He walked the short distance to Demyx and stood in front of him for a second. Demyx looked up and shrugged. The boy slapped him and fell to his knees, sobbing.
“You. Let us help, because after not seeing you for four years and thinking I'd never see you again that's all I really want. I want to see you happy again. I want my Dem back.”
Demyx set the guitar down and ruffled the blond's hair. He smiled sadly and looked up at the red head. Sliding off the bed, Demyx sat down next to the blond.
“Sorry, Roxas-baby, this just ain't something ya can help with.”
Roxas dragged a hand across his eyes and sniffled, “The fuck it isn't. Anything can be helped.”
“Look at me, “Demyx said softly, “do I look like I can be helped?”
Roxas looked up, “Fuck you, if I can helped then there are no unworkable cases.”
Demyx leaned forward and touched his forehead to Roxas', they stayed like that for a second and then Demyx abruptly look away.
“If it were Zexion, what would your advice be?”
The red head sat down next to the pair, “That the fucker can go to hell in my book, but if you really love something then you go after it. There's no point in sitting and waiting.”
Demyx turned to look at him and sighed. The red head patted him on the back and offered a small smile in return. Demyx closed his eyes and let them flutter back open.
“Care to tell me exactly why I should chase after someone who I'm pretty damn sure hates me?”
A small shrug, “Because I know that sometimes hate isn't hate, just uncertainty?”
“Right,” Demyx said slowly, “because Roxas-baby would rather hit you than hump you.”
Roxas punched Demyx lightly and he laughed before hugging Roxas tightly and shaking him from side to side. Roxas shoved Demyx off and rubbed his temples.
“Headache.”
A small frown, “Sorry, I forget sometimes.”
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“In fact, I think I've forgotten the entire chapter.”
Demyx laughed freely and happily. The slate haired boy sitting across from him, however, didn't seem quite so amused. In fact, he seemed annoyed.
“Demyx, apply yourself. I know that this isn't the easiest, but it's not extremely difficult either.”
Demyx twirled his pencil, “Refresh my memory.”
The other boy sighed and began pointing at the book in front of Demyx and explaining things in a smooth, even voice. Demyx leaned forward on the low table and nodded ever so slightly as he tried to pay attention. There was a light rap on Demyx' forehead.
“Demyx,” he chided, “pay attention, at the very least.”
Demyx pouted, “But, Zexion! I can never concentrate when you're around.”
“I honestly think you have ADD. Until a doctor confirms it though, I still believe that you can concentrate fine. So pay attention.”
Demyx puffed out his cheeks again and pouted. Zexion shook his head and set his pencil down on the table. He cupped the side of Demyx's face in one hand and smiled gently.
“Please?”
Demyx leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on Zexion's lips. He smiled brightly and pointed to the book.
“I understand this,” he pointed to another section, “but this is super-confusing.”
Zexion nodded and started pointing at the book again. Demyx nodded throughout the explanation and stuck explanatory post-it notes all over the page. Zexion merely shook his head at the absurdity of Demyx's notations and kept explaining the important points in the muck that the school board called “AP Statistics.”
They sat like that, talking of such mundane subjects as statistics, for a long while. Roxas came home and ruffled Demyx's hair and Demyx rolled his eyes accordingly.
“Shouldn't you be somewhere else?”
Roxas rolled his eyes too, “Axel fucked up again.”
And that was the only explanation either of them got. Roxas, although he protected what he loved dearly, was not above withholding things in return for obedience. Particularly Axel's obedience, which Demyx always thought was strange because Roxas didn't exactly pay attention to Axel when he wanted obedience. Especially when Axel wanted Roxas to stay still for ten minutes so he could take a picture of him.
Roxas hated staying still. For anyone.
“Demyx,” Zexion waved a hand in front of him, “back to statistics.”
“Right.”
Being ripped from his analysis of Roxas, Demyx turned back to the book and listened raptly while Zexion finished off his explanation of the chapter. He was vaguely aware that just outside his vision, Roxas was curled up into a tiny ball of bitterness.
He also knew that in about ten minutes Axel would show up and a very disturbing scene would occur. Demyx probably should have been used to the way Axel and Roxas made up, but it still disturbed him a little. Okay, a lot. People should not be able to fight and still make out at the same time. It just wasn't normal.
“Demyx? Would you like to go for a walk?”
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“Demyx, did you hear me?”
Demyx looked up at Axel and shrugged. Axel ran a hand through his messy red spikes and sighed heavily. Roxas stood up and held out a hand to Demyx.
“Let's go for a walk.”
Demyx made no move to get up, so Roxas motioned for Axel to pick him up. Axel did so, and slung him over his shoulder. Roxas grabbed his door keys off the floor and they three went on their merry little way.
Once they reached the lobby of the building, Axel set Demyx down and brushed him off. Demyx made a face.
“It's, like, four in the morning. I don't wanna go on a fucking walk.”
Roxas fixed Demyx with a stare, “We're going on a walk. You are going to like it.”
With that, he turned on his heel and started walking down the street. Demyx sighed and followed him, absent-mindedly noting that there were still cars zooming around in the streets at four in the morning. He'd never been out here so late, he figured that the world went to sleep when he went to sleep. There wasn't much reason to think otherwise.
Roxas walked with definite purpose and Demyx just sort of followed without really paying any attention. Axel trailed after them, and the trio wandered until Roxas stopped in front of a large ferris wheel and pointed to it.
“We are going to ride the ferris wheel.”
Demyx gave Roxas a slightly sceptical look. It was four in the morning, there wasn't anybody working the ferris wheel. Plus, he was pretty sure it was solar-powered. Demyx gave Roxas the benefit of the doubt as they walked toward the ferris wheel, though. Axel didn't seem to concerned and that was reason enough to Demyx to have a little faith in Roxas, crazy as he was.
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Postit-Notes: This story makes me want a really good Demyx/Roxas fic. It also makes me think I have zero idea how to transition because I cut to all these different places. Blah, I should be working on costumes.