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I put this in random, 'cause...Y'know. I don't think we'll be able to sustain more than 4 sentences, < So I'll let Zexion/Ienzo begin since I kicked off the other.

 

Oh, and if you don't know what 'Zemyx' is, then google it. Or just think about it for a second. It'll come to you.

Demyx felt his jaw go slack as he heard the acts announced to each partner. He and Zexion were given the most important scene of the whole play...the kiss. He gulped, feeling his face heat up. He knew it, ge knew Saix hated him. He couldn't wait to Axel's face when he found out...Holding his head up with his hands he looked up with pleading eyes. Why, why him? Yet he couldn't keep himself from wondering...

 

What will it be like...kissing Zexion?

Saix handed out the scripts to each individual group. The scenes weren't that lengthly, but to have to remember all those lines...He doubted Demyx could do it single-handedly. He noticed Saix giving the two a 'you'll never do it, bitches' look when he handed them the final paper. Zexion couldn't help but glare. But eventually found himself at a loss of coherent thoughts as he processed what he had to do in front of the entire class. He blushed just thinking of it. They were instructed to begin practicing immediately, and continue whenever they had free time in the day, until when it was due. Which was a measley five days.

Demyx knew it to. He wasn't good at memorizing lines. At all. Noy unlike Axel. Thatvwas the only reason he remembered lyrics to songs because Axel costantly reminded him to 'get it memorized'....Stupid hot-shot...Frowning, Demyx read over his lines feeling himself pale. There was no way he could remember these lines. Like...what the...He didn't even know what half of these words meant?! Dammit Shakespeare....He looked at Zexion hesitantly.

 

"I'm already saying this beforehand that if we fail I swear on my sitar to take full credit for it." Demyx said, half-kidding, half-dead serious.

This was nothing new to him. He had memorized the full play to this when he was, what, eleven? This was just a shortened version of it. So he shrugged. "Spare me the early apologies. We should just get to work." He suggested, unaware that his tone was somewhat cold and dry just now. Failure was not an option. Not with Zexion, anyways.

(Jesus, I'd be in tears by the end of the day of working with Zexion.

 

Me: A-and so I will--

 

Zexion: Shall! And so I shall!!! Jesus Allie you ALWAYS mess this up!)

 

Demyx swallowed, not liking the tone used with him. He really hoped Zexion wouldn't be to harsh on him. He's never had to do anything like this before...

 

"O-Okay...where at?"He questioned, lookig over the lines, still utterly perplexed.

Zexion paused, looking over the sheet carefully. "Maybe we should start with Romeo's speech..."

 

Will I set up my everlasting rest,

And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!

Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you

The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!

 

(Demyx would be like, "Butbut I don't know what half those words mean! D:")

( Dude, I don't even know what half those words mean )

 

Demyx took a sigh before repeating the lines specified by Zexion. It was slightly difficult but it didn't sound as horrible as he thought he only stumbled on about three words. He blamed it on his speech impediment returning from his elementary years...Something was just sounding off when he said the lines but he wasn't sure what. The tone of his voice was fine...so why..? Demyx looked up at Zexion the best he could.When did he become so menacing?!

Zexion noticed that he stumbled on a few words, but he had expected that. Not many people could understand these words, let alone read them. So he continued, playing the part of Prince Montague and the Nurse and whatnot. But he gulped when he came to that one part. He wouldn't have any trouble reciting Juliet's lines, but before she was to stab herself...There was that one scene. Zexion gulped nervously. "I don't think...we need to rehearse the kiss." He stated, trying to force down the blush threatening to come onto his cheeks.

Demyx looked up, slightly shocked--and maybe disappointed-, gave a reluctant nod. It wasn't so much that it was the kiss he had been looking forward to but the fact of kissing Zexion. It intrigued him and he wanted a taste of curiousity. So, looking awkwardly to the side, he gave a small argument back.

 

"Well...maybe we should. If we don't-because I doubt we'll havetime out of class or anything-it'll look off when we perform it in front of the class. It'll be eay to see wedidn'tpractice and Saix might take points off for that." Like hell Demyxcared about points, he just wanted a small taste..

He wasn't in the mood for arguing. Though he wouldn't say he wasn't curious as well. "Have it your way, then." He read the lines obediently.

 

To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;

Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,

To make die with a restorative.

 

Zexion, almost too willingly it seemed, pressed their lips together gently. It was a good five seconds before he pulled away. He looked up at Demyx and read the lines as if he were actually speaking to him and not "Romeo."

 

"Thy lips are warm."

 

(<33 I love this couple so HARD.)

Demyx felt electricity run down his spine as Zexion kissed him and he felt an odd sensation well up inside of him. He hadn't expected Zexion to agree...or be such a good kisser. The experience was topped off by his lines whoch were spoken just above a whisper. He swallowed, the scene ending.

 

"...Wow." He said, blinking. "You were good. On your lines I mean!" Demyx corrected, blushing considerably. Wouldn't want him getting the wrong idea.

Zexion didn't consider himself a good kisser, since that was his first kiss. Technically, anyways. That aside, he looked the other way, folding the script paper in half and neatly tucking it into his bag so they could practice later. "So were you." He said finally. "If we want to get a good grade, I recommend we practice when we have time."

Demyx nodded slowly, jumping only as the bell rang signaling they could go. He gathered his things and looked at Zexion with one last smile.

 

"Maybe we can practice at free period." With that he leaned forward to Zexion, hesitating before pulling back, deciding not to give him a kiss on the cheek. It'd be to soon...to awkward.

 

"See you, Zexy?"

He blinked, watching him leave. "Y-Yeah..." He stammered, not willing to go through that kissing scene again. But whatever. If he had to do it, then whatever. He'd do it.

 

(Later?)

Later, Demyx was sitting in his usual spot in the final moments of class before Lunch. After being scolded and yelked at for dazing he still hadn't learned his lesson and was thinking about the kiss with Zexion. It...he couldn't really explain the feelig he had gotten from it. Finally, the bell rang and Demyx ran out of the classroom to Lunch, ignoring Axel he had caught Roxas as he to tried to escape Axel's hugs.

Zexion wasn't hungry. He couldn't fathom why; he had barely eaten any breakfast this morning, and just...nothing was really appetizing to him right now. (EXCEPT DEMYX. DOHOHOHO.) So he just chilled, resting his cheek on his palm in boredom.

Demyx walked into the Lunch room happily, a bright smile plastered omto his face as he spotted Zexion across the room. Momentarily the teens status as an anti-social he took a deep breath and yelled to him.

 

"HEY ZEXY!!!" He greeted from across the room, running towards Zexion, sitar flopping behind him.

He looked over at him, smiling weakly. "Hi." He greeted, happy to see him again. His weak smile quickly faded, remembering that they had to practice for their project after this. He internally groaned. Hopefully he won't want to rehearse the kissing scene again. If he had to do that one more time...

Demyx pulled him up, motioning his head to the ceiling in expectation.

 

"Ready to practice the kiss again?" He asked, slightly nervous. He hadn't wanted to embarrass Zexion and he knew he shouldn't ask again but...he couldn't help it! He wanted another taste of Zexion so badly! He had been craving it ever since he left the classroom.

He wanted to say no so badly; to save himself from wanting more. But before he knew what he was saying, he had already agreed. "S-Sure." He stuttered, mentally slapping himself. He thought of how he wanted to do good on this project, but he just...Didn't find it neccessary to practice the kiss again.

Demyx kept running up the flight of stairs, his lopsided grin returning.

 

"Good. Afterall, you're the one who said to practice all we can in our freetime." He teased, holding Zexion's hand gingerly before turning around, holding his hand gingerly.

 

"I hope you don't regret saying that."

Zexion raised a questioning eyebrow. "Why would I?" He asked curiously, following him up the stairs. He could feel himself blushing at this point, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. He wasn't nervous anymore. He was more eager than anything.

Demyx gave a small laugh and opened the door to the room, plopping down in his usual spot.

 

"Ready?" Demyx asked, closing one eye.

(Short reply was short. I'm gonna go pick up some food. Stay online, please.)

 

"Y-Yeah..." He gulped, reciting the lines in less than a whisper before leaning in again. He hesitated before attaching their lips together in a kiss again. This time was a bit deeper and longer, staying there for about 10 seconds before pulling apart.

Demyx didn't know when he had slipped his arm around Zexion's waist or when he had held him close. All he knew was that he was kissing Zexion passionately and when he pulled away, he was embarrased. And completely speechless. How was he supposed to explainthat?