En Garde

"Now... how do you do this?"

Demyx, with his tougne poking out form in-between his smoothe lips, directed his attention back to the small notebook that was perched in his lap, scanning the picutres while skipping the words as he always did when stuck with such an object.

"Twist like this..."

A harsh sqeaking noise was made, but the young man of twenty-two took no notice, only focusing on his masterpiece, or second masterpiece to be exact. The first was already made, shining with an ocean blue colour, almost see-through. Now he was working on the next.

"Almost there, now."
"Demyx?"

The Melodious Nocturne looked up, sucking his little tougne back into the chasm of his closed mouth, his deep eyes that matched his first masterpiece met with one single cobalt eye, the other hidden away along with the right side of his face by deep silver locks tainted with blue.

"Hey, Superior."

Zexion stared at IX, or rather at the long and thin balloon that was twisted in various ways held within the older's hands. A modeling balloon to be exact. This was a new one.

"What are you-"
"Finished!"

Demyx quickly climbed to his feet, admiring his second balloon-sword masterpiece with shining eyes. It was perfect.

"As i was saying, what are you doing?" The other asked, only vaguely interested, hands resting at his side.

"Well," He checked over his creation, grabbing the first balloon-sword sitting on his futon bed with his right and gloveless hand, unlike Zexion's own.

"I know your... you know, not that great at fighting. At least with close-combat weapons."

VI nodded slightly as Demyx held out the sapphire "sword" for him to take. He remained still, but after five seconds, reached out and took the toy from him, holding it gently, one eye glancing over its sparkling skin.

"There might be a time when you need to use a weapon for close-combat. It could happen, maybe. Also, since i'm not good with swords, i thought we could learn and practice together."

Demyx switched his own "sword" into his right hand, pointing it at his superior as a threat, if a balloon could be called such a thing.

"And since their balloons, we won't get hurt."
"Is this really neccecery, Demyx?"
"Yep."

He took a few steps back, holding his right arm back, left hand held out to Zexion, fingers slightly curled.

"En garde."

Zexion simply shook his head, wishing he had not come into the young man's messy bedroom, and after letting out a sigh, took the same stance as the dirty blond.

"En garde."

Demyx has a point, or two points. Yay for Zemyx, though this is not exactly yaoi. Oh well...