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[Kingdom Hearts] Don’t Stress Out
Title: Don’t Stress Out
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing/Characters: Demyx, Vexen (Demyx/Vexen if ya squint?)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 772
Summary: Demyx tries to psychoanalyze the Chilly Academic. Things do not go well.
A/N: I think Demyx just chooses what he wants to hear when he wants to hear it. xD
Prompt: stress can make a body sick
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“Look, Vexen, if you keep worrying about it, you’re going to stress yourself out,” Demyx warned the other Nobody, attempting to look stern but failing miserably under a gaze like Vexen’s. Instead, he latched onto Vexen’s sleeve, hoping to stop the flustered pacing.
“Demyx, remove your hands from my person, now,” Vexen commanded, but fell motionless nevertheless. “And I don’t know what you’ve inferred from the situation, but in no way am I ‘stressing out’ over anything.”
Sighing, Demyx ran a hand through his spiky blond hair. “Adults always think they’ve got everything under control when they never do.”
“And your idea of an adult is...”
“Someone older than me.” Demyx took a moment to gather his thoughts. “So, let’s start from the beginning. Shall we go over what has happened in the last twenty-four hours?”
Vexen raised an eyebrow at the Melodious Nocturne. “What are you, my psychiatrist?”
“Of course not,” Demyx answered. “If I were your shrink I’d be pulling out those giant comfy chairs right about now.” As if to make his point, he plopped himself down on the closest surface, a long wooden table. “It just isn’t the same.”
“If you feel the urge to be playing games, go do it elsewhere,” Vexen snapped, scowling. “I’m trying to think here.”
“See? You are stressing.” Demyx smiled. “So you admit to your problem. Next step, ridding yourself of it!”
“Number Nine — ”
“What do you think is the cause of all this stress?” Demyx went on, ignoring whatever Vexen was trying to interject. “I think I know.”
“Well I should hope the answer is fairly obvious. Besides the annoyance you’re bestowing on me now.”
“Did you know that dislike is merely a form of affection?”
Vexen couldn’t help but smirk. “Where did you hear that? Axel?”
“I couldn’t say. But I’m afraid we’re wandering,” Demyx pointed out. “To continue, you are clearly stressing out over the fact that your lab went kablooie.” He paused, recalling an even more previous incident. “Again.”
“It is only a minor setback. Nothing to get anxious over,” Vexen replied calmly.
“All right. Let’s add Xemnas into the equation. He’s not going to be happy to come back and find part of his castle missing, huh?”
“It’s a large castle. He won’t be too distraught, I assure you,” Vexen scoffed.
Demyx hummed lightly to himself, brainstorming. “He’ll be pretty disappointed that one of the Nobodies he trusted to keep things relatively in order went and made a mess, I suspect,” he added, nodding.
Scowling once more, Vexen returned to pacing up and down the room. “Weren’t you trying to tell me I had nothing to fret about?” he said sharply, clearly feeling a little worse that he had been before. Demyx grinned sheepishly.
“Oops. Guess I got carried away,” he responded, hopping down from the table. “I know! If you get sick, I’ll make you soup so you get better faster.”
“...Part of me hope that you’re just pretending to be this dumb all the time,” Vexen muttered, “while part of me believe that you are.”
“Hey!” Demyx glared at the older blond. “Stress makes you sick. You can’t deny that.”
“Stress makes humans sick. We have no evidence to support the same behavior in Nobodies,” Vexen retorted.
Demyx pondered this for a moment. “So...you’re doing an experiment to see if stressing out can make a Nobody sick.”
“No!”
A wide grin broke across Demyx’s thoughtful expression. “So you’re stressing out for real.”
The pacing stopped for a second time, and Demyx’s smile wavered just a tiny bit. “Why,” Vexen began slowly, rounding on the now silent man,” must you perpetually bother, pester, and otherwise irritate me to no end? What have I done to deserve this?” That second question appeared to be aimed at no one in particular.
“But...” Demyx shrugged, kicking the ground with a scuffed boot. “I just don’t want you to be worried. Or sick. Or in trouble with Xemnas, or whatever.”
Vexen gazed at Demyx, a little thrown off. “You have a peculiar way of showing it,” he said at last.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t have much practice during my Other’s life, you know?” Demyx snorted. “I didn’t have many friends with labs that they could blow up. I did make chicken noodle soup once, though.”
“And how did that go?”
“...Not so good, I think.”
“Ah. I trust you’ll get better if you expect me to even go near anything you cook,” Vexen remarked nonchalantly. Demyx’s face lit up.
“Deal! But, just one thing....”
“What?”
“Now are you admitting that you’re stressing out over this?” Demyx asked.
“Demyx.”
“Just checking.”
~Fin.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing/Characters: Demyx, Vexen (Demyx/Vexen if ya squint?)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 772
Summary: Demyx tries to psychoanalyze the Chilly Academic. Things do not go well.
A/N: I think Demyx just chooses what he wants to hear when he wants to hear it. xD
Prompt: stress can make a body sick
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the_loud_monk“Look, Vexen, if you keep worrying about it, you’re going to stress yourself out,” Demyx warned the other Nobody, attempting to look stern but failing miserably under a gaze like Vexen’s. Instead, he latched onto Vexen’s sleeve, hoping to stop the flustered pacing.
“Demyx, remove your hands from my person, now,” Vexen commanded, but fell motionless nevertheless. “And I don’t know what you’ve inferred from the situation, but in no way am I ‘stressing out’ over anything.”
Sighing, Demyx ran a hand through his spiky blond hair. “Adults always think they’ve got everything under control when they never do.”
“And your idea of an adult is...”
“Someone older than me.” Demyx took a moment to gather his thoughts. “So, let’s start from the beginning. Shall we go over what has happened in the last twenty-four hours?”
Vexen raised an eyebrow at the Melodious Nocturne. “What are you, my psychiatrist?”
“Of course not,” Demyx answered. “If I were your shrink I’d be pulling out those giant comfy chairs right about now.” As if to make his point, he plopped himself down on the closest surface, a long wooden table. “It just isn’t the same.”
“If you feel the urge to be playing games, go do it elsewhere,” Vexen snapped, scowling. “I’m trying to think here.”
“See? You are stressing.” Demyx smiled. “So you admit to your problem. Next step, ridding yourself of it!”
“Number Nine — ”
“What do you think is the cause of all this stress?” Demyx went on, ignoring whatever Vexen was trying to interject. “I think I know.”
“Well I should hope the answer is fairly obvious. Besides the annoyance you’re bestowing on me now.”
“Did you know that dislike is merely a form of affection?”
Vexen couldn’t help but smirk. “Where did you hear that? Axel?”
“I couldn’t say. But I’m afraid we’re wandering,” Demyx pointed out. “To continue, you are clearly stressing out over the fact that your lab went kablooie.” He paused, recalling an even more previous incident. “Again.”
“It is only a minor setback. Nothing to get anxious over,” Vexen replied calmly.
“All right. Let’s add Xemnas into the equation. He’s not going to be happy to come back and find part of his castle missing, huh?”
“It’s a large castle. He won’t be too distraught, I assure you,” Vexen scoffed.
Demyx hummed lightly to himself, brainstorming. “He’ll be pretty disappointed that one of the Nobodies he trusted to keep things relatively in order went and made a mess, I suspect,” he added, nodding.
Scowling once more, Vexen returned to pacing up and down the room. “Weren’t you trying to tell me I had nothing to fret about?” he said sharply, clearly feeling a little worse that he had been before. Demyx grinned sheepishly.
“Oops. Guess I got carried away,” he responded, hopping down from the table. “I know! If you get sick, I’ll make you soup so you get better faster.”
“...Part of me hope that you’re just pretending to be this dumb all the time,” Vexen muttered, “while part of me believe that you are.”
“Hey!” Demyx glared at the older blond. “Stress makes you sick. You can’t deny that.”
“Stress makes humans sick. We have no evidence to support the same behavior in Nobodies,” Vexen retorted.
Demyx pondered this for a moment. “So...you’re doing an experiment to see if stressing out can make a Nobody sick.”
“No!”
A wide grin broke across Demyx’s thoughtful expression. “So you’re stressing out for real.”
The pacing stopped for a second time, and Demyx’s smile wavered just a tiny bit. “Why,” Vexen began slowly, rounding on the now silent man,” must you perpetually bother, pester, and otherwise irritate me to no end? What have I done to deserve this?” That second question appeared to be aimed at no one in particular.
“But...” Demyx shrugged, kicking the ground with a scuffed boot. “I just don’t want you to be worried. Or sick. Or in trouble with Xemnas, or whatever.”
Vexen gazed at Demyx, a little thrown off. “You have a peculiar way of showing it,” he said at last.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t have much practice during my Other’s life, you know?” Demyx snorted. “I didn’t have many friends with labs that they could blow up. I did make chicken noodle soup once, though.”
“And how did that go?”
“...Not so good, I think.”
“Ah. I trust you’ll get better if you expect me to even go near anything you cook,” Vexen remarked nonchalantly. Demyx’s face lit up.
“Deal! But, just one thing....”
“What?”
“Now are you admitting that you’re stressing out over this?” Demyx asked.
“Demyx.”
“Just checking.”
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Your Vexen is awesome, by the way.
He needs more love<3
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♥ I'm glad you like how I write him. :D
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xDD♥
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:D No problem. I'm glad you enjoyed it. ♥
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I like that line.