WARNING: THIS WILL CONTAIN MILD LANGUAGE(nothing typical teenagers haven't heard) AND YAOI. ZEMYX AKUROKU SORIKU AND ANY OTHER PAIRING THAT MY MIND MIGHT SPONTAINOUSLY COME UP WITH. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own an ounce of Kingdom Hearts…or the songs that appear…or anything that looks like it can't be owned by a typical high-schooler. Cookies to those who can figure out where the title came from or any of the songs that I might put up with this, and surprise, surprise I don't own the title…or any other songs that might appear through out this chapter or any other chapters.

Chapter one: Intro

You see me sitting here, a smile upon my face

The time has come but you know that it's not too late

There's been too many things, together we have seen

It's not that hard if we start to believe

And we're not gonna take anymore

Can we try to erase all the pain

So please

"Come on, come on…" I urge my ancient television to hurry up. I want to watch his live concert. I have to watch it in the next 20 seconds or I will die. I silently cheer in mind as the TV starts.

I watch a rerun of his concert that happened two hours ago. He's wearing a tight blue shirt that shows off his well defined muscles and baggy black jean gripping the microphone with full force smiling as he sings, sweat gleaming off of him. As he sings the last lines to his song he takes off his shirt and throws it out into the crowd. Damn college prep tests. I just had to have the super important tests today and miss Demyx taking off his shirt and possibly getting a chance at grabbing it. Just my luck that it had to be on the day that the Scheming Nocturnes come to play live at Traverse Town, too. "Demyx…" I sigh the lead singers name. He was also the one to play guitar, bass, and sitar when needed.

Who am I exactly? I'm Zexion Cunnings. I am nineteen years old. I am a first year college student at Traverse Town Academy usually abbreviated TWTA, because Twilight Town already took the initials TTA. I love playing video games, but I hate shooting games. I can't handle beer very well. I have two-three friends who will really be there for me. And I am a HUGE Scheming Nocturnes fan. More specifically a Demyx fan. I have all three of his posters, all of his CD's, including the newly released Little Monster disk, and I've gone to five of his seven live concerts…even more if you count the times that weren't filmed, during the time his band was barely taking off. You can say that I'm somewhat infatuated with Demyx. I've been a fan of them ever since Roxas, one of my self appointed "friends", gave me one of their disks…

Suddenly, the rerun concert is over and I hear Demyx talk into the microphone he is holding.

"IS EVERYBODY PUMPED?!" He shouts out to his fans.

The fans scream out their responses.

"GOOD! BECAUSE NEXT CONCERT ONE LUCKY FAN WILL GET TO SPEND AN HOUR WITH ME OR ONE OF THE BAND MEMBERS BACKSTAGE! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CATCH MY RED PICK! BEST OF LUCK FOR NEXT CONCERT!" And with that Demyx flashes his fans his trade mark grin then rerun is over.

My blood is pumping. One hour back stage with the handsome Demyx? I want to go. I will go to Scheming Nocturnes next concert! And I WILL be the one to catch his red pick. I will. It's gonna be me.

Almost instantly after hearing that I ran to my computer and started Googling where Scheming Nocturnes next concert would be and I almost cry out of joy. It's going to be in Twilight Town. A town close by; only an hour and a half drive from Traverse Town. And it'll be on the 28th. A Wednesday. Not a single important college test scheduled for that day. Or for that week. That is a day I can afford to ditch school. All for the Scheming Nocturnes. All for the miniscule chance to get one hour alone with Demyx. A one in a million chance…

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Demyx POV

"I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU, WHEN THE RAIN STARTS TO POUR," I grip the microphone with both hands unclasping it from its confinements and walking around with it. I strut around the stage showing off my tight blue shirt and baggy black jeans. "I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU, LIKE I'VE BEEN BEFORE,"

I point to one section of the stage, and my fans standing and singing along with me, shout louder now that I've singled them out. I think I even saw one faint. Oopps.

"I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU, 'CAUSE YOU'RE THERE FOR ME toooooo." As the last musical notes fade into oblivion I take a risky move and take off my shirt and throw it into the crowd of my fans.

They scream wildly as one lucky girl catches my shirt and lifts it up to show her prize and one-up all the others. I smile at that. Anything to keep my fans happy. Now time to recite my "promotional speech." Just a speech to get more people to go to my concert next Wednesday in Twilight Town.

"IS EVERYBODY PUMPED?!" I yell out. I search across the front row for my mysterious slate lilac haired fan that is almost always in the front at every concert. He's not there and my mood dampers a bit. The mysterious man has been to almost all of my concerts, even the ones when I wasn't that famous. Not having him here makes me a bit sad, but the press would never get that out of me. I have to preserve a self image, ya know?

The crowed cheers in response. That's good… I think.

"GOOD! BECAUSE NEXT CONCERT ONE LUCKY FAN WILL GET TO SPEND AN HOUR WITH ME OR ONE OF THE BAND MEMBERS BACKSTAGE! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CATCH MY RED PICK! BEST OF LUCK FOR NEXT CONCERT!" And with that I flash my fans my "charming" grin, the cameras stop airing me, and Larxene pulls me off the stage.

My name is Demyx Lynchaster. I'm a twenty year old who loooves singing. I just also happen to be a rising teen singing sensation star. So far I have a pretty big fan base, that is, after I posted my video of me and my band members, Axel, and Saix at that time, singing and playing Living In a Bubble by Eiffel 65. It was just a small thing we did for fun. We never though we would get far. Larxene then found me through the web and I got signed. And now here I am. Doing a tour to promote my new cd, Little Monster.

Axel, Marluxia, Riku, and Saix, the band members. high-five me as I walk off the stage toward Larxene, our manager.

She hands me a water bottle and I give her a gracious smile. She flashes me one back. Oh no. Oh shit. I'm in biiiig trouble if she smiled at me.

Then she starts yelling. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! TAKING OFF YOUR SHIRT! GAH! WE COULD GET SUED FOR THAT! OH I OUGH TO…! ugh… I just can't take you anymore…"

"But it worked didn't it?" I ask innocently" I mean, taking off my shirt, that got peoples attention for the big announcement."

"Yes, yes it did, but we can still get in big trouble for that."

"Oh I don't think so. My fans would never press charges. I know that for a fact."

Larxene sighs, "Let's just hope that they don't. We just don't have the resources or time for that. Yes, you might be becoming a rising star but we haven't the money for a good lawyer yet."

"Aww, Larxy you're just no fun! I'll be more careful next time." I pout.

"I hope so."

"…"

"He wasn't here…" I think out loud.

"Who wasn't here?" Larxene asks perplexed.

"Oh, just this one guy that I've seen in almost every concert I've done. He looks sorta out of place in my concerts. Tall, skinny, pale, lilac-blue hair…" Cute, adorable smile, nice body, stares at me like every other fan,… I think to myself somewhat blushing at my thoughts for a stranger that I don't know at all. "He always stands front row. Big huge fan. I didn't see him this time."

"He probably had someplace to be today."

"Yeah…Probably…" and I let my mind wander as my manager walks away. I wonder, who is he? Why does my heart pick up if I see him or think of him? How did he become such a big fan of Scheming Nocturnes? What does he like? Will he be able to make it to my next concert? So many questions and worries roll around my head. Who will catch my red pick? Will my mysterious fan be there? Will he be that one to catch my pick? Nah, that would be like what? One in a million chance.

I can't wait for my next concert! For my fans to be shouting my name, for someone to give me my next big break, for my popularity to go up, for my disk sales to shoot up…

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A/N: HAPPY SOMEWHAT EARLY ZEMYX DAY! :3 I won't be able to post it exactly on 9/6 day but this is the closest I can get to that day ^-^; or else it would be late. This is my first attempt at a fluff yaoi…or any type of yaoi for that matter. Hope this satisfies you hungry Zemyx readers, you :D Expect more chapters to pop up at random and unplanned times.

How this came to be: I thought to myself "I'll make half a drabble for Zemyx day." Then the half drabble became a drabble to a double drabble to a triple drabble which became into a one-shot which turned into an extremely long one-shot which has now become a multiple chapter fanfic. Phew! Long process ^-^;;;

THE RATING MAY GO UP ON THIS FANFICTION DEPENDING IF I DECIDE TO ADD LEMONS.

Cookies for those who can guess what song started this chapter and the song that Demyx was singing. Extra cookies for those who know who originally sang them.