[fanfiction] Ocean Avenue; Verse 5: Last Act
Fandom/Pairings: Kingdom Hearts; Zexion/Demyx, Axel/Roxas, a mention of Sora/Leon
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing.
Pre-Notes: Lalala . . . I think I've heard Finding Nemo: The Musical about 200 times in the last three days. It is total love and I've only seen it once. Dear God, I want it to come here!
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 5: Last Act
“If I could find you now, things would get better.
We could leave this town, and run forever.
I know someplace, somehow, we'll be together.
Let your waves crash down on me, and take me away, yeah.”
The trio walked up to the ferris wheel and Roxas walked up to the booth and peered inside. After a moment's deliberation, he pulled back and grinned.
“Sora's on duty. That means the back door's open.”
With that, Roxas curved around the booth and tugged on the door handle. It swung open and he stepped inside. There was a sleeping figure on the chair inside and Roxas shook him gently and whispered something to him. The figure groaned.
“Please, Sora. I need you to turn on the ferris wheel.”
The figure batted Roxas away and rubbed his eyes before blinking a couple times and pointing at Roxas.
“It's four in the morning! I am so not turning on the ferris wheel for you.”
Roxas smirked, “I'll tell Kairi you skipped out on shopping because you were fucking Leon again.”
The boy pouted and ran a hand through his brunette hair. He sighed and grabbed a pair of keys off a hook by the door before walking out. He sauntered over to the ferris wheel and shoved the key in the slot. With a quick turn, the ferris wheel started up and the boy beckoned for them to come over. He pointed at Roxas again.
“You keep that little fact to yourself, okay?”
Roxas smiled, “Sure thing.”
Roxas climbed into the closest cage and sat down. Demyx climbed in and sat opposite from Roxas, while Axel opted to sit next to him. Sora shut the door and kicked the ferris wheel into motion. He swore some, but finally got it started.
The ride lurched into motion and Demyx grabbed onto the sides of the cage as it settled itself. After a few moments, he let go and looked out the chain link walls. The city below glittered with neon lights and moving cars, it was quite pretty once Demyx stopped fearing for his life.
He still wasn't sure exactly why there was a operator at the ferris wheel at four in the morning. Demyx had long since stopped questioning the inhabitants of Ocean Avenue though. For all he knew, the poor guy lived in that booth.
Demyx smiled sadly.
“Hey Zexion,” he whispered, “I'm at the place closest to the sky. Please come soon.”
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“I hope you realise that there are things closer to the sky than a ferris wheel.”
Demyx rolled his eyes and turned to face the slate-haired boy that he was dragging around. He pointed to the ferris wheel.
“That's the closest to sky anyone can ever get because when you're at the top of a ferris wheel, ya feel so serene. And it's not how close distance-wise, it's how close heart-wise.”
The boy shook his head, “That made no sense.”
Demyx rolled his eyes again and dragged him over to the ferris wheel. They climbed into a cage and waved to the attendant that shut the door. Rather, Demyx waved and Zexion looked out the window nonchalantly. The ferris wheel lurched into motion again and Demyx laughed as Zexion nearly fell out of his seat.
There was silence in the cage as it ascended, minus Demyx drumming his fingers on the metal bench. They had reached the top when Demyx gave Zexion a lopsided grin.
“If ya kiss them person you love at the top of a ferris wheel and make a wish, it comes true.”
Zexion quirked an eyebrow, “Is that so? We just might have to test that theory.”
And with that, Demyx was swept into a kiss.
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“Demyx. Wake up!”
Demyx felt someone shake him lightly. He mumbled something lightly and turned over. The shaking got harder and Demyx tried to swat the person away. Tried being the operative word, because the shaking continued and he groaned.
“Demyx, wake up!”
More mumbling and another attempt to swat the person away and there was still shaking. Demyx finally gave up and cautiously cracked open one eye. He stared into a pair of bright blue eyes framed by straight red hair. Feminine straight hair. He blinked twice.
The world stopped being so fuzzy and a the small red-head, standing akimbo, became clearer. Demyx tilted his head to the side and blinked again.
“Kairi?”
A sigh of relief, “I was beginning to worry you weren't going to wake up.”
“What're ya doing here?”
A shrug, “Axel barged into my room and asked me rather rudely to look after you and wake you up before 12 because you've been sleeping too much. Are you hungry? Roxas said to send you down to the café for breakfast.”
“Not really. I better go anyway. Thank ya for watching me though, Kairi.”
Kairi left, waving to him, and he waved back. She shut the door behind her. He brushed some invisible dust off himself and then got up to stretch. A shower would have to wait, he had about ten minutes to get his ass down to the café before Axel came looking for him.
A quick scan of the room located his bags of clothes that had probably arrived sometime yesterday. He walked over and rummaged through one of the bags until he produced a half-way decent set of clothing. He changed, grabbed his keys and sprinted down to the café.
Roxas waved to him when he entered and slipped into the kitchen to get Demyx food. A glance around told Demyx exactly where Axel was, and he walked over to sit down.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
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“A good morning to ya too.”
Demyx smiled and wrapped an arm around Zexion. He fiddled idly with the sheets and looked at Zexion out of the corner of his eye. There was a slightly wrong air about him and Demyx wasn't quite sure exactly what was wrong. He laced his fingers with Zexion's and rested his head on Zexion's shoulder.
They stayed like that for a minute, at most, before Zexion ran a hand through Demyx's hair and sighed. Demyx waited for Zexion to speak first.
“. . . I'm leaving.”
Demyx waited some more.
“Destiny Islands has an excellent biology program. They've also produced a fair number of modern novelists and their university has individualised major options.”
A slight nod from Demyx as he waited for the rest of the story.
“I'm sorry. It's a full scholarship.”
A soft smile, “It's okay. I'm going to Proof of Existence Conservatory of Music.”
“You can't be serious.”
A grin, “Dead serious. It's not a full scholarship like yours, but I'll do fine. I might actually get a real job even! Think about that, me in a real job.”
“I . . . Can't even imagine.”
There was a small lapse in conversation as both boys mulled over the information they had just received. Demyx laced their fingers together tighter and placed a quick kiss on Zexion's lips.
“I'll miss you.”
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“Did ya miss me while I was sleeping away the days?”
Axel shrugged and motioned for Demyx to sit down. He obliged and slid into the booth to wait for Roxas to bring him food. He noticed the mess of papers flung over the table and leaned forward to get a better look at them. From what he could tell, they were case files of people Axel probably helped. He sat back up just as Roxas returned with a omelette and a glass of milk.
Demyx thanked him, but Roxas waved it off and went to go wait on another table. He ate his omelette slowly, savouring the slightly salty and eggy taste. Axel looked up at Demyx and looked back down at the papers in front of him.
“Shit. You're a bona fide musician now, aren't you?”
Demyx blinked and swallowed, “Whut?”
“You have a whole album and everything. It also says you're going to start touring.”
Demyx bit his lip, “Oh. That. The record company wouldn't take no for an answer, even though I really suck at everything. Apparently, I'm popular. I wouldn't know though, 'cause I don't exactly pay attention to the radio and stuff.”
“No wonder Zexion's coming back.”
“No,” a smooth voice said, “I came back because he asked me to.”
Demyx froze, he didn't dare turn around for fear of it not being who he wanted it to be. He bit his lip again and looked up slightly.
“Don't look to the sky.”
Soft laughter, “If I say I won't, will you look at me?”
“Don't go, please.”
“I'm not going anywhere. Not after I beat out sixty people for a crappy job at Memory's Skyscraper just so I could be near you.”
“Liar. It was sixteen and ya were a shoo-in.”
Demyx turned around to face a very real, very skinny young man with slate-grey hair. His vision blurred as he jumped up and hugged the boy tightly. He never wanted to let go, but Axel pried him away and sat him back down. The other sat down next to him and pulled a package from the pocket of his jacket.
He placed it in front of Demyx and waited. Demyx picked it up and opened it cautiously. He opened it to find a single sheet of faded, blue lined notebook paper and a CD. He glanced over and grinned before picking up the CD and holding it out.
“I thought I told you to sell this on eBay.”
“Couldn't. I missed you too much and I couldn't afford to spend a dollar eighty every hour I talked to you or send you letters with the rising post rate. I needed to get back here somehow.”
“I think you're a retard, Zexion.”
And with that, Demyx pulled Zexion into another tight hug and whispered into his ear the million and one things he'd been wanting to say. Zexion listened quietly as Demyx talked his ear off. The only thing Zexion could say was:
“I thought you said you were going to get a real job.”
To that, Demyx could only laugh. This couldn't be a dream then, only the real Zexion would remember such a trivial thing and bring it up. It would appear, to Demyx anyway, that on Ocean Avenue people are brought together.
It was like a paopu fruit, except less messy and . . . Fruity.
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Postit-Notes: Done. FUCKING DONE. Roxas-baby, you better start learning Bokura no Love Style again, because I finished! Ha, and where are you in your story? Okay. I'm going to shut up and work on something else now. And yes, there is blatant stealing of the line from Sukisho. Deal with it and my super cheesy ending.
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing.
Pre-Notes: Lalala . . . I think I've heard Finding Nemo: The Musical about 200 times in the last three days. It is total love and I've only seen it once. Dear God, I want it to come here!
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 5: Last Act
“If I could find you now, things would get better.
We could leave this town, and run forever.
I know someplace, somehow, we'll be together.
Let your waves crash down on me, and take me away, yeah.”
The trio walked up to the ferris wheel and Roxas walked up to the booth and peered inside. After a moment's deliberation, he pulled back and grinned.
“Sora's on duty. That means the back door's open.”
With that, Roxas curved around the booth and tugged on the door handle. It swung open and he stepped inside. There was a sleeping figure on the chair inside and Roxas shook him gently and whispered something to him. The figure groaned.
“Please, Sora. I need you to turn on the ferris wheel.”
The figure batted Roxas away and rubbed his eyes before blinking a couple times and pointing at Roxas.
“It's four in the morning! I am so not turning on the ferris wheel for you.”
Roxas smirked, “I'll tell Kairi you skipped out on shopping because you were fucking Leon again.”
The boy pouted and ran a hand through his brunette hair. He sighed and grabbed a pair of keys off a hook by the door before walking out. He sauntered over to the ferris wheel and shoved the key in the slot. With a quick turn, the ferris wheel started up and the boy beckoned for them to come over. He pointed at Roxas again.
“You keep that little fact to yourself, okay?”
Roxas smiled, “Sure thing.”
Roxas climbed into the closest cage and sat down. Demyx climbed in and sat opposite from Roxas, while Axel opted to sit next to him. Sora shut the door and kicked the ferris wheel into motion. He swore some, but finally got it started.
The ride lurched into motion and Demyx grabbed onto the sides of the cage as it settled itself. After a few moments, he let go and looked out the chain link walls. The city below glittered with neon lights and moving cars, it was quite pretty once Demyx stopped fearing for his life.
He still wasn't sure exactly why there was a operator at the ferris wheel at four in the morning. Demyx had long since stopped questioning the inhabitants of Ocean Avenue though. For all he knew, the poor guy lived in that booth.
Demyx smiled sadly.
“Hey Zexion,” he whispered, “I'm at the place closest to the sky. Please come soon.”
----
“I hope you realise that there are things closer to the sky than a ferris wheel.”
Demyx rolled his eyes and turned to face the slate-haired boy that he was dragging around. He pointed to the ferris wheel.
“That's the closest to sky anyone can ever get because when you're at the top of a ferris wheel, ya feel so serene. And it's not how close distance-wise, it's how close heart-wise.”
The boy shook his head, “That made no sense.”
Demyx rolled his eyes again and dragged him over to the ferris wheel. They climbed into a cage and waved to the attendant that shut the door. Rather, Demyx waved and Zexion looked out the window nonchalantly. The ferris wheel lurched into motion again and Demyx laughed as Zexion nearly fell out of his seat.
There was silence in the cage as it ascended, minus Demyx drumming his fingers on the metal bench. They had reached the top when Demyx gave Zexion a lopsided grin.
“If ya kiss them person you love at the top of a ferris wheel and make a wish, it comes true.”
Zexion quirked an eyebrow, “Is that so? We just might have to test that theory.”
And with that, Demyx was swept into a kiss.
----
“Demyx. Wake up!”
Demyx felt someone shake him lightly. He mumbled something lightly and turned over. The shaking got harder and Demyx tried to swat the person away. Tried being the operative word, because the shaking continued and he groaned.
“Demyx, wake up!”
More mumbling and another attempt to swat the person away and there was still shaking. Demyx finally gave up and cautiously cracked open one eye. He stared into a pair of bright blue eyes framed by straight red hair. Feminine straight hair. He blinked twice.
The world stopped being so fuzzy and a the small red-head, standing akimbo, became clearer. Demyx tilted his head to the side and blinked again.
“Kairi?”
A sigh of relief, “I was beginning to worry you weren't going to wake up.”
“What're ya doing here?”
A shrug, “Axel barged into my room and asked me rather rudely to look after you and wake you up before 12 because you've been sleeping too much. Are you hungry? Roxas said to send you down to the café for breakfast.”
“Not really. I better go anyway. Thank ya for watching me though, Kairi.”
Kairi left, waving to him, and he waved back. She shut the door behind her. He brushed some invisible dust off himself and then got up to stretch. A shower would have to wait, he had about ten minutes to get his ass down to the café before Axel came looking for him.
A quick scan of the room located his bags of clothes that had probably arrived sometime yesterday. He walked over and rummaged through one of the bags until he produced a half-way decent set of clothing. He changed, grabbed his keys and sprinted down to the café.
Roxas waved to him when he entered and slipped into the kitchen to get Demyx food. A glance around told Demyx exactly where Axel was, and he walked over to sit down.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
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“A good morning to ya too.”
Demyx smiled and wrapped an arm around Zexion. He fiddled idly with the sheets and looked at Zexion out of the corner of his eye. There was a slightly wrong air about him and Demyx wasn't quite sure exactly what was wrong. He laced his fingers with Zexion's and rested his head on Zexion's shoulder.
They stayed like that for a minute, at most, before Zexion ran a hand through Demyx's hair and sighed. Demyx waited for Zexion to speak first.
“. . . I'm leaving.”
Demyx waited some more.
“Destiny Islands has an excellent biology program. They've also produced a fair number of modern novelists and their university has individualised major options.”
A slight nod from Demyx as he waited for the rest of the story.
“I'm sorry. It's a full scholarship.”
A soft smile, “It's okay. I'm going to Proof of Existence Conservatory of Music.”
“You can't be serious.”
A grin, “Dead serious. It's not a full scholarship like yours, but I'll do fine. I might actually get a real job even! Think about that, me in a real job.”
“I . . . Can't even imagine.”
There was a small lapse in conversation as both boys mulled over the information they had just received. Demyx laced their fingers together tighter and placed a quick kiss on Zexion's lips.
“I'll miss you.”
----
“Did ya miss me while I was sleeping away the days?”
Axel shrugged and motioned for Demyx to sit down. He obliged and slid into the booth to wait for Roxas to bring him food. He noticed the mess of papers flung over the table and leaned forward to get a better look at them. From what he could tell, they were case files of people Axel probably helped. He sat back up just as Roxas returned with a omelette and a glass of milk.
Demyx thanked him, but Roxas waved it off and went to go wait on another table. He ate his omelette slowly, savouring the slightly salty and eggy taste. Axel looked up at Demyx and looked back down at the papers in front of him.
“Shit. You're a bona fide musician now, aren't you?”
Demyx blinked and swallowed, “Whut?”
“You have a whole album and everything. It also says you're going to start touring.”
Demyx bit his lip, “Oh. That. The record company wouldn't take no for an answer, even though I really suck at everything. Apparently, I'm popular. I wouldn't know though, 'cause I don't exactly pay attention to the radio and stuff.”
“No wonder Zexion's coming back.”
“No,” a smooth voice said, “I came back because he asked me to.”
Demyx froze, he didn't dare turn around for fear of it not being who he wanted it to be. He bit his lip again and looked up slightly.
“Don't look to the sky.”
Soft laughter, “If I say I won't, will you look at me?”
“Don't go, please.”
“I'm not going anywhere. Not after I beat out sixty people for a crappy job at Memory's Skyscraper just so I could be near you.”
“Liar. It was sixteen and ya were a shoo-in.”
Demyx turned around to face a very real, very skinny young man with slate-grey hair. His vision blurred as he jumped up and hugged the boy tightly. He never wanted to let go, but Axel pried him away and sat him back down. The other sat down next to him and pulled a package from the pocket of his jacket.
He placed it in front of Demyx and waited. Demyx picked it up and opened it cautiously. He opened it to find a single sheet of faded, blue lined notebook paper and a CD. He glanced over and grinned before picking up the CD and holding it out.
“I thought I told you to sell this on eBay.”
“Couldn't. I missed you too much and I couldn't afford to spend a dollar eighty every hour I talked to you or send you letters with the rising post rate. I needed to get back here somehow.”
“I think you're a retard, Zexion.”
And with that, Demyx pulled Zexion into another tight hug and whispered into his ear the million and one things he'd been wanting to say. Zexion listened quietly as Demyx talked his ear off. The only thing Zexion could say was:
“I thought you said you were going to get a real job.”
To that, Demyx could only laugh. This couldn't be a dream then, only the real Zexion would remember such a trivial thing and bring it up. It would appear, to Demyx anyway, that on Ocean Avenue people are brought together.
It was like a paopu fruit, except less messy and . . . Fruity.
----
Postit-Notes: Done. FUCKING DONE. Roxas-baby, you better start learning Bokura no Love Style again, because I finished! Ha, and where are you in your story? Okay. I'm going to shut up and work on something else now. And yes, there is blatant stealing of the line from Sukisho. Deal with it and my super cheesy ending.