Neverwas University was both Demyx's prison and his paradise. Accepted in on a full ride arts scholarship he was allowed, no throughly encouraged to go forth and play whatever instrument he wanted for as long and as often as he wanted. In the 3 short years he had been there he had been able to master guitar, harp, piano, violin, cello and was currently trying his hand at sitar. The only catch to this seemingly blissful escape was his automatic entry into a cult called Organization XIII, along with the half a dozen or so other students in this small school. He had been stretching his time at this learning institution for as long as he could manage, anything to keep him free of servitude for a little while longer.
Demyx was just setting up his sheet music and positioning himself in a comfortable position on the floor, sitar in hand, when some new guy walked in. This guy was maybe a year younger than Demyx with slate iridescent hair that masked half of his face only leaving one eye uncovered to let him see his new surroundings in the large choral/orchestra room. Apparentley that one eye wasn't enough to show him where was walking because he tripped over an empty electric guitar case and started on a head first collision with the ground.
Zexion looked up dazed, trying to figure out who the hell could be able to move fast enough to catch him mid-fall.
"Hey, are you o.k.? You almost busted you head open on the platform."
Zexion looked up at his rescuer and the smart-ass retort he was about to say caught in his throat. Looking down at him were a pair of mesmerizing aqua-marine eyes that seemed older, but full of enthusiasm and laughter. Framed by thick, lush eyelashes, curious eyebrows, a cute button nose and slightly full rose colored lips. All compiled on a strong, but angelic face that looked like it belonged to a movie star. The only thing that threw Zexion for a loop was this stranger's hair, it was sort of...
"Hey kid are you stoned or something?" Demyx asked questioningly at the smaller man in his arms, who seemed to be staring at him with slightly glazed eyes and an open mouth as if in awe.
Zexion realized he was gaping and quickly shut his mouth immediately, being snapped back to reality by the mullet haired blonde's melodic voice.
He started to lift himself off the ground and out of the stranger's arms, somehow able to stand up straight even though a strange sense of sea sickness hit him the moment he sat up. "Thanx", Zexion mumbled under his breath, silently cursing himself for making such a crappy first impression on the only hot guy who could be on campus. He bent over to pick up his books and clarinet that he had dropped on the 'trip down', and he could feel eyes on his back.
"No problem, just try to watch where you walk. Axel is always leaving his case lying around for any innocent bystander to get a one way trip to Vexen." Demyx smirked knowing he would have to thank Axel later for being irresponsible with his instrument. From what Demyx could tell the younger man in front of him was quite cute, in an dark kind of way. He wore heavily chained dark purple Trip Pants – that may have aided in his clumsiness – , a slightly baggy Black Veil Brides t-shirt, tattered black hightop converse and a matching purple chained arm warmer on his left forearm. His clothes said 'Don't fuck with me I know Hardstyle!', but his violet eyes, though outlined in thick eyeliner screamed something totally different.
Zexion had stood back up ages ago and his sudden vertigo had passed as suddenly as it had come. Now Zexion was standing there awkwardly, with a a sudden overwhelming interest in examining the toes of his shoes. " Well um...thanx for...catching me", Zexion said scratching the back of his head at a complete loss for words for the first time in his life.
"Like I said, its no big deal. But I have to ask what's your name and how old are you? 'Cause ya sure as hell don't look a day over your 16th birthday"
Zexion's cheeks reddened at this insult. Sure he had been mistaken as a youngling all his life but this was a new place, with new people and new perspectives. He sure as hell didn't want some stranger judging him on his appearance like the rest of the people in his old life. " My name's Zexion Sixx and I'm 20 years old going on 21 this October. And who are you?", Zexion snapped back, feeling belittled.
Demyx chuckled at the smaller man's defensiveness, he seemed to have a habit of scrunching his eyebrows together when he was embarrassed. " My name is Demyx Nyne but you can just call me Demy, and I'm 24 going on 25 this December", Demyx said letting his amusement drip into his words in heavy doses.
Zexion had resorted to staring back at his shoes feeling heat rush to his cheeks as he processed this new information. He had just met a really hot guy, but not only was he hot, he was also older and probably more experienced than him in pretty much everything.
An infinite amount of time stretched forward and seemed to way heavier and heavier on Zexion's chest until he had to say something, but when he looked up Demyx was gone, probably to practice in one of the private rehearsal rooms. The words that were hanging on Zexion's tongue were swallowed back down. He sauntered over to an open practice room locking himself inside and sliding down the wall to sit on his heels with his head between his knees. He may have just blown his chances with a decent and attractive guy, though he had known Demyx for only a few minutes he felt cold and sad, well sadder than he was usually. And he could feel a wave of rejection hit him along with the smell of the beach. As his non-existent heart began to throb.
