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A story by Besieged Infection

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Happy Dexion day, everyone!

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Chapter One: December of 2009

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The Exception Laws I

Hybrids are not permitted to take any position of power that could either directly or indirectly affect the lives of those around them. (IE: Teachers, politicians, lawyers, etc.)

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Hybrids.

They were everywhere. On the street, in their homes, at the mall- even enrolled in schools. It was a fact that the world had thus accepted. Not too quickly, one must know, but they were considered a minority all the same..

Zexion Kisaragi was one such Hybrid- the sub-specie referred to as 'Nekojin'. He looked just like your average human, though distinct traits set him apart. While his skin looked rather pale, crossing the border on gray, it was covered by a fine sheen of gray hairs that were completely invisible in poor lighting. His lavender hair fell over one slitted yellow eye, the other narrowed against any light that was present. His body, small, lithe, and just barely over five feet tall, was limber and graceful while managing to look completely and utterly awkward. The most noticeable points of his appearance, though, were the three-foot long lavender-gray tail sprouting delicately from his lower back to protrude out the bottom of his shirt, which forced him into a pair of low-riding jeans, and a set of pointed ears just a shade darker placed delicately atop his head. Zexion was fifteen years old, living the life of an everyday Hybrid in a public school. We join him in the very middle of physical education, where he is currently running the track surrounded by the other Hybrids in the class. Everyone wore the same gray shirts and black shorts, their breath leaving trails of mist in their wake as they all huddled together as much as they could without tripping over each other to keep warm in the cold December air. December fourteenth, after all, can only be so warm.

"Pick your feet up, slackers! The world waits for no one!" the teacher called to them, huddled in his warm wool coat and scarf, angered that the Hybrids were falling behind the regular class.

"Yeah, yeah- and your face doesn't have herpes. What else don't we know?" someone near Zexion drawled, startling chuckles from the Hybrids.

"Nice one, Demyx." someone laughed. A young girl, all blonde hair and bit blue eyes, was the source of this line. It was a reassurance, but short lived. Before long she assaulted by a slew of coughs. Hybrids were not built for running on two feet- some were just not built for running at all, in fact. Things like talking or laughing were too hard to do while running- too much of a strain on the lungs.

"You okay?" Demyx asked, his lungs not at all strained by the words. "Shake your head or something- you don't have to talk," he informed the girl, slowing to a walk with the Hybrid as she shook her head and fell to her knees on the track. The entire group slowed to a stop around them.

Demyx was about five and a half feet tall, taller than all the Hybrids by a good five inches. They stood around, worrying over the girl, all standing at five feet tall, on average. The blond boy, in his height, stood out from the crowd much like a sore thumb, so much taller than the rest.

The one who had fallen, Naminé, was a bird Hybrid. Unlike most of the other Hybrids at the school, though, the effect didn't affect her outward appearance. Instead, genetics had left her bones hollow, resulting in a serious case of anemia due to complications. Walking on its own was a challenge.

"You should sit down," Kairi, Naminé's older sister, advised, reaching forward to carefully take her sister's wrists in hands. A redhead opposed to Naminé's blonde, Kairi bore long talons on each of her fingers. These talons twitched once, twice, and then a third time before opening wide enough to admit the blonde's wrists. Tugging her sister up and toward the sidelines, Kairi motioned for everyone to continue with P.E. "You go ahead, guys. I'll take Naminé to the bench."

No one immediately left, but after a bit of prodding the teens slowly moved forward. Before long the entire group was running again. "Sorry." Demyx whispered just loud enough for a few to catch, head lowered in shame.

Zexion looked to the boy, then away. Demyx was nothing short of a puzzle to him. He understood things about Hybrids that were usually kept to their own. Understood things about them that was common knowledge. Even applied common sense to their feelings and thoughts. He was quite possibly the closest thing to a human that humans could create.

The Nekojin then looked then to the ground before of him, repressing the urge to sprint ahead of the others, chasing the air on all fours- how he was truly meant to run.

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Hybrids and humans didn't share locker rooms- it was the law.

The Exception Laws II

Hybrids and Humans are not to share the same changing and/or living facilities at any point and time unless such living conditions are temporary, sans families containing a mix of Hybrids and Humans. These families must have recognition from the state, however, that they have legal marriage/adoption papers available upon warrant. If this is not so the Hybrids in the vicinity will be removed upon sight.

Instead there were four locker rooms split between gender and specie. Zexion idly wondered, pulling a shirt over his head, whether humans had as much trouble dressing as Hybrids. Unlike Hybrids they didn't have to worry about nudging their tails too hard, crushing their ears, or brushing thicker patches of fur the wrong way. They had no tails, ears were flat against their heads, and their skin was smooth and hairless for the most part. Zexion looked over to Sora, who carefully pulled his Inujin tail through a hole his mother had sewn into in his pants. Not all male hybrids with tails could handle that small amount of shame that came with shopping in the girl's section. Clothes were modified to allow for the mutations instead. Sora bristled when he pulled a section through wrong. With a small wince, Zexion pulled own jeans on, almost sighing when they were in place. To balance the shame was the incredible sensation of a fitting pair of pants. With a smirk he pulled a thin black shirt on (also from the women's section) that fell right into place over his bony physique.

The jeans lined his body nicely, though it gave the impression that he was rather feminine- an impression he secretly liked despite the teasing it warranted him. People often gave him cat-calls, no pun intended, in the hallways due to the way his pants accented his figure. He liked to think himself ahead of the crowd, and that eventually everyone would be wearing women's jeans- or at least tight ones. As Zexion grabbed his backpack and packed his things back into his PE locker, leaving through the door leading into the hell they call school hallways, he knew today was going to be just the same as all the others when the first of the jeers made its way around the crowd. First there was laughter, then came the stares as other Hybrids made their way from the locker room. Flattening his ears to his head, Zexion began to pull a hat over his hair- a dark green beanie that had become his constant companion in his previous years walking home from his Hybrid Only Middle School. As it was, public High School was no different than the outside world.

He had expected better from his fellow students in the higher institution. Had expected them to grow up and see the line between Hybrids and humans was nothing less than their inability to adjust. The rule in place not to mingle with Hybrids served no purpose but to breed apprehension. The majority began to speculate on what the specie might do should the restrictions be repealed. Not a single one of them realized that lines such as those were meant to be crossed. Their own history had proved this time and time again. Blacks, Whites, Asians, and Mexicans had shown the world that acceptance was achieved through pacifism, not skepticism.

"Hey, guys!" Demyx called in all his blue jean, black band tee, black jacket and red-scarfed glory, making his way over from the human locker room doors after the bell had rung. "Cafeteria's special is spaghetti- anyone up for today's failed attempt at foreign cuisine?" he joked, drawing disgusted looks from the crowd of Hybrids that had congregated outside their locker room.

Zexion himself gave a chuckle, and deep blue eyes were suddenly riveted on him. A fearful shiver ran up his spine, but Zexion ignored it.

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"Hey Zexion- could you open this for me?" Naminé asked, holding a bag of potato chips out to the boy. He reached over, bringing a claw from its hidden slip of skin inside his finger and dragging it across the top of the package. It slid open easily under the sharp edge. "Thanks," Naminé chirped with appreciation, reaching in to pull a barbecue potato chip from the bag. She appeared to have recovered from her slip-up in PE.

"No problem," Zexion replied halfheartedly, grimacing down at the spaghetti piled on his plate.

Naminé laughed. "It could be worse."

"Unless they cross chicken surprise with spinach pizza Fridays I don't think they-" Zexion motioned to the lunch ladies standing behind their counters, handing out the toxic waste, "-can out-do this," he finished, pointing to the mushy concoction they dared call 'spaghetti'. Picking up his fork he looked to the miserable lump of in-edibility the school called 'food' before dropping it once again, courage lost. He was a teenager, and as such great quantities of bravery for something he was sure would make him sick was beyond him.

"They could decide to mate you with Xemnas." Naminé announced, motioning to said human across the room.

Zexion looked to the girl, willing away a twitch. "I'll take the spaghetti, thank you."

There was a flash of light. "I doubt Zexion even swings that way, Naminé. The chances are nine to one." Demyx announced, edging into the conversation as he placed his camera back in his pocket.

The girl chuckled. "Gender really isn't important to us, Demyx. There is no swing this way or swing that way. There's only you-" she pointed to Demyx with a potato chip, "-and your mate." She finished the statement grandly taking a very noisy bite of the snack while the Nekojin looked on in disgust.

"How can you eat that?" he managed around his involuntary gagging, tail bristling slightly as his ears flattened even further to his skull beneath his beanie.

The blonde girl smirked. "It's a matter of taste. Birds, unlike cats, do not have a sharp sense of taste. You forget."

"I wish your mate luck- they'll be stuck with junk food forever." This startled a laugh from the girl.

Demyx stared at the two, confusion evident on his face. "Forever? Am I missing something here?"

This prompted chuckled from the two before Naminé graced him with an answer. "Hybrids mate for life- it's just something in out genetic makeup. Don't you pay attention in health?"

Conveniently for Demyx, they were interrupted. "Hey guys- my little sister's having a birthday party this weekend. Anyone want to come?" someone announced loudly from the head of the table. All eyes turned to the Inujin, Sora. "She's turning four, so it's kind of a big thing."

"I'm there!" Demyx announced before anyone could answer. Almost immediately after, in an attempt to preserve some pride in the Hybrid social system, many others soon spoke up in affirmatives. Cacophonies of "yeah, totally", "sounds awesome" and "wouldn't miss it" piled on top of each other as the rest of the table answered their affirmations before a single line of "I can't" broke through the their exclamations. Eyes turned to Zexion, confusion in their gazes.

"Why not?" Sora inquired. "Didn't you say you could make it last week?"

"I know- it's just that... well..." Zexion trailed off, embarrassed. "I get leave off of school starting tomorrow and... you know..."

There was a short period of confusion before something clicked and nearly every Hybrid at the table averted their eyes, faces aflame. "O-oh..." Sora managed. "G-good luck with that."

"Umm... did I miss something here?" Demyx asked, looking from face to face until his eyes landed on Zexion. "Good luck with what?"

"It's a Hybrid thing. Don't worry about it," Zexion mused, hurriedly snatching his tray from the table, emptying it in the trash, leaving it on the tray holders and leaving the lunch room. He quickly decided that it was a great time to return his library books.

"So it doesn't concern me- right." Demyx mused, sitting back down at the table when he noticed he was no longer sitting.

"I hope he gets through it alright," Kairi announced to her sister beside her. "Remember how rough yours was?"

The blond boy, intrigued, turned to her. "Rough? What do you mean?" he asked, only to be ignored by the redhead. Heaving a sigh, Demyx flopped deep into a slouch, leaning against the table. "Jeez- way to leave me out of the loop." Just what was so important that everyone knew about it? Well, all the Hybrids, at least.

"We're not leaving you out of the loop, per say," Sora informed him softly, breaking Demyx's train of thought. As the blond had been sulking the Inujin had crept up behind him, and it was more than enough to make the taller boy jump. "It's just something we have to go through every once in a while- it puts us all on edge. Some more than others."

Demyx sighed, standing from his seat with a word of thanks to Sora, grabbing his tray and made his way across the cafeteria to put it away.

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The library was quiet; filled to the brim with books, educational videos, and computers. The lights were off and the air tasted of dust and old books- and it was all his for the day. As today was the librarian's day off, and Zexion being the only other person with a key, the library was closed today for anyone other than himself. He took the space in for a minute, walking down the aisle. A small click brought him back to reality as he turned around to see... nothing. "I could have sworn..." he whispered. He could have sworn he heard someone walking. With a sigh he concluded it had been his imagination.

Shelves upon shelves of books lined the walls, nearly ten feet tall as their tops just grazed the ceiling. With a slightly-silly grin he placed the books he had checked out in the return slot before he gave into temptation, walking over to lock the door before anyone found him. His feet carried him through the shelves of books, his fingers trailing lazily from cover to cover. Books he had read a million times over. "The Messenger", "The Blue Girl", "Storm Thief"... books that had shaped the way he thought from a young age. Books that had filled him with something akin to hope for the people around him. Books that made him think sometimes, if only briefly, that people could change.

Climbing up one of the ladders he found himself near the top of a middle shelf, fingers tracing the spines of books until he found the one that grasped his attention. Its leather spine revealed just how old it was, crackling slightly with age as he pulled it from the shelf. The book was unmarked- no title apparent on the cover, though he would be able to tell once he opened it to the title page.

"Why can't you go?" a voice asked, startling the Nekojin from his observation. In a moment of sheer distress Zexion's foot slipped from the trick step on the ladder, leaving him to clutch at the handrail with one hand as the trick step spun idly on its nail. He turned to Demyx, confused. A flash of light went off and his confusion turned to anger as Demyx placed the camera back in his pocket.

"How'd you get in? I locked the door."

"I slipped in before you could."

Zexion paused for a second. "Couldn't you wait to scare me after I was down?"

"You're a cat." He mused.

"And that has anything to do with the situation... how?" Zexion asked.

Demyx chuckled, scuffing his shoes against the floor. "I trusted you not to fall... that's about it."

"Right."

"Why can't you go?" Demyx asked again, looking up to where the other boy was placing the book in his tail in order to climb down. "To the party, I mean."

"It's something a lot of Hybrids go through- that's all I'm going to tell you." Zexion responded, carefully making his way down the ladder.

"Will you be starting your Heat or something?" Demyx asked, all seriousness.

Zexion's foot missed a step, though he once again caught himself before he faced Demyx again. "If you knew then why did you ask?" This was met with silence.

"Seriously?" Demyx managed after Zexion had finally reached the bottom, opened the book, and angrily began to make his way back up the ladder, taking extra care to make sure he avoided the trick step.

Zexion placed the book on the shelf, disappointed that after all that trouble it had turned out to be a dictionary. He growled at the boy, making his way down the ladder. "Yes, and if you could leave me alone about it then-" This sentence was cut short, though, drawing Demyx's embarrassed eyes back to the boy.

"What's wrong?" he asked, walking up to the shelf. Zexion didn't speak, choosing instead to clutch at the handrail until his knuckled turned white. His movements were slow and angular, taking half thought out steps down the ladder. "You okay?"

It was a sudden sensation, and nearly overwhelmed him in one go. His blood seemed to boil in an instant, and his body was hot and so, so itchy. Biting down on his lip, sharp incisors slicing clean through the soft skin, he finally managed a choked, "Fine," just as he took another step, only to find the step give under his weight and spin around slowly- the step that didn't work.

Demyx lunged forward, catching the small Nekojin against his chest, distrusting his arms with the weight of another person. Should he take him to the nurse? No- the nurse didn't like Hybrids. The office? Should he get the other Hybrids and ask them? What was going on? Zexion was trembling and hot in his arms- was this that 'Heat' that the health teachers always talked about? The one everyone was supposed to avoid because it was some sort of... something or other?

Demyx panicked, laying the boy against of of the bookshelves. Mr. Leonheart, the health teacher, had said something about what to do when they went into Heat. What was it? He set his backpack on the floor, rummaging through the pockets before he found his stash of cue-cards, squinting at them in the dim light. "Let's see... Not this one. Not CPR, either," he narrated, flipping through the cue cards, occasionally throwing glances at the other boy, who seemed to be hyperventilating. "God; if you exist- which I highly doubt you do- you chose the wrong person to test, or whatever this is," the boy whined, scanning each card twice in hope that they could help. When he found one that might help, he groaned. "Take immediately to the nearest nurse's station," he read sarcastically.

He turned to the shorter boy, placing his cards on the ground as he reached for the Nekojin. Placing a hand on the boy's shoulder he attempted to wake the boy from his groggy state. He had been ready for the boy to try to swat his hand away- what he wasn't ready for was for the boy to lean forward, thread his hands into his hair, and pull him into a sloppy kiss.

I get it- wrong card, Demyx though, eyes widening in surprise before he pushed the Nekojin away. Keeping a hand on the boy's chest to keep him as far away as possible he surfed through the cards with one hand, the blonde ignored the sweet smell that was slowly filling the room, replacing the musty smell of old books. "That was for ringworm..." he groaned. The card went on to inform him that physical contact with the skin was to be avoided. "No wonder it didn't work. Let's see..." he mumbled, flipping through the cards. Demyx would have usually asked an adult for help, but it seemed the librarian was out today- just his luck. Card after card he looked over, hoping for some ray of hope to get him out of the situation. Minutes passed, and he found himself growing rather... distracted. Occasionally he found his eyes drawn to Zexion, whose eyes were half-lidded, staring into his with something that was so obviously lust. The sweet smell grew stronger, to the point of overpowered, and on one particular glance it took the opportunity to all but pierce him, leaving his brain in an opaque pink fog. His elbow went slack just slightly from the hopeless feeling that maybe there was nothing he could do, and the smaller boy used the chance to push him against the opposite bookshelf, hands cradling his face as his lips placed a hard kiss against his.

Pain shot through Demyx's head, prompting him to think- a guy was kissing him- but that sweet smelling fog kept him from rational thought. The only thing he could do was to tilt his head to the side for better access, grasping at the Nekojin's shoulders as his mouth was forced open and ravaged. Within seconds Demyx found himself on his back, Zexion looming over him, tugging away his scarf, then his jacket. From this position Demyx was fully able to appreciate the color of the Hybrid's eyes- mismatched yellow and purple. He wondered idly if this was a Hybrid thing, or if a human could inherit as well. The smaller boy shed his jacket, and soon after removed the blond's shirt. Without hesitation the lavender haired boy bent forward, mouth landing on the blonde's neck; laving on the skin where neck met shoulder. In a bold move, he sank his teeth into the skin, shocking some of the sweet pink fog from Demyx's mind enough for the boy to push him off. A sick crack echoed through the room, and the blond winced. Looking about for the source, his eyes settled on the other boy. When the fog finally fled his brain he grimaced. Much to his horror, he'd thrown Zexion in an adrenaline-laced fog. The Nekojin had collided head on with the ladder and lay limp at the base of the bookshelf.

First thing was first- put on his shed clothes. That was done without much ceremony, and he lovingly placed his cue-cards back in his backpack before looking to his charge. Zexion sat passed out against the ladder, his body limp, which scared Demyx a little even though he was incredibly glad to be rid of the smell the smaller boy had put off. In a last minute decision Demyx pulled the boy over his shoulder, searching his pockets for the library key and something with his address on it.

All the while, he attempted desperately to ignore the burning sensations that plagued the places he had been kissed, licked, and bitten by the smaller boy.

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December twenty-first had fast approached and arrived. Zexion finally returned to school on this day, an entire seven days after the incident. Not that Demyx was counting, or anything. The fact was that the boy was gone an entire week, which is a long enough time to make your friends worry- if they care, anyways. Demyx counted among those friends, obviously, and was angered when upon the Nekojin's return he refused to so much as look at him. Not that he minded, or anything like that. In fact Demyx seemed dead set of avoiding the boy despite his aforementioned worry. With the way his thoughts were working these days he didn't think he could last very long in the presence of the smaller teen. Demyx figured that if he saw Zexion in the flesh he would remember things he didn't want to remember, though he soon found out that not seeing the boy was just as bad.

Every time he saw anything yellow or purple he found himself remembering how small hands buried themselves in his hair, holding his face close as a warm, small mouth attacked his. How the boy's lips had trailed down his neck, leaving the skin with a tingling after burn that wouldn't disappear for days. How the entire experience had made his toes curl in apprehension and want. Sometimes banishing the thoughts from his head was beyond him, and found himself trying to physically shake the memory from his head.

Picking up on the pattern, Kairi and Naminé managed to track Zexion down to his new lunchtime haunt, the music room. "What's going on with you two?" the redhead demanded, her younger sister cowering behind her.

"We should leave him alone..." Naminé suggested, edging toward the exit.

"Well?" the redhead asked again, slamming one taloned hand down on the table next to Zexion's sandwich. A boy had been playing the piano about five minutes earlier, and had played rather beautifully, but he left when Kairi had come in. Must have sensed a fight. Pity. The boy was human and seemed not to mind him, just starting to cross that first line.

Zexion shrugged. "I have no idea what you're talk-"

"Bullshit," Kairi interrupted, drawing shocked eyes to her angered form. "Something happened between you and Demyx last week, and I'd rather not have Naminé freak out about it over winter break." She paused to heave a sigh, visibly attempting to calm herself. "I'd have her all to myself for an entire week but she's no fun when she's worried." The redhead turned back to face the Nekojin, talons just starting to dig into the desk. "Let me guess- your heat started early and you jumped him?"

There was a small silence before Zexion turned away, blush dusting his features. "Sorta."

Naminé's eyes widened as Kairi laughed. "No shit!" the redhead exclaimed.

"Language, Kairi!" Naminé scolded her.

"Sorry, Naminé," Kairi apologized, looking back to her sister before returning her gaze, once again, to the boy she was interrogating. "So who topped?"

"What?" Zexion squeaked, gaze shooting from his sandwich to Kairi's face.

"You know what I mean. Who topped? Did you push him down or did he eventually go Dom from all the pheromones?" Kairi inquired earnestly.

Zexion looked to the side. "How can you- nobody topped. We didn't even get very far until he... snapped out of it, I guess."

"You can't snap out of Nekojin pheromones, Zexion. They're just too strong for anyone to resist, unless looking at them is literally painful," Kairi tutted, wagging a talon before his face with smugness. "Besides- he positively reeked of male Nekojin for days. No one said anything about it- I mean, come on. No one really wants to make Demyx feel uncomfortable since this whole 'friendship' thing is on pretty thin ice to begin with. Him being human and all."

"Is that why no one said anything?" Naminé spoke up, tugging on her sister's shirt. "In PE, I mean."

"No, stupid," Kairi scoffed, rolling her eyes. "We didn't say anything then because we couldn't. Running, remember?"

"I think he meant during warm-ups," Naminé informed her quietly.

"Really?" She rolled this over in her head for a second before turning to the boy. "In that case, do you want all the humans to lump him is with us or something?" Kairi inquired sharply.

"What are you talking about?" Zexion asked, looking from one girl to the other.

Kairi smirked. "You were too busy ignoring him to realize, but he has this really red mark on his neck- where his neck meets his shoulder, about. You know- where someone would bite during sex." Naminé blushed at this, but the redhead continued. "You marked him, Zexion. You marked him really good." With this she took a seat at the desk opposite Zexion. "So give me the details- what was it like, doing a human?"

"We didn't have sex," Zexion growled, waking Kairi from what appeared to be her dream moment.

Said Torijin did a double take. "Wait- what?"

"We didn't have sex," he repeated, hands clenching the sides of his seat. "Nobody topped, there are no details- there's nothing else to say."

"Then what happened?" Naminé asked, sitting on the desk Kairi was seated at.

Zexion sighed. "We were in the library. I was only in there to put my books in the return box before they went overdue during me leave from school." The girls nodded along, knowing perfectly well that Zexion was that kind of person. "I think he sneaked in when I wasn't looking, cause I heard something. I just brushed it off, though, and locked the door so I could look at a few of the shelves- don't tell the librarians, though. If they knew they'd kill me." True- the librarians were rather protective of the books. Kairi and Naminé nodded at this, too. "I saw a new book on the shelf, so I went to check it out. That's when Demyx showed up and freaked me out. I almost fell off the ladder!" The girls laughed at this. "It isn't funny," Zexion growled.

Naminé looked apologetically at him before responding. "You're right- it's not." After this she made a show of looking him straight in the eye, obviously awaiting the rest of the story. When nothing was said she prompted, "Well, go on."

Zexion sighed. He knew there was no way to avoid it. "Well, I climbed the ladder and tried to give him a piece of my mind- then I had to put the book back when I realized it was a dictionary." Kairi and Naminé had the heart not to laugh at this. "He asked me why I couldn't go to the party, I implied he lay off the subject, and he asked if I was going through my heat."

"Rude, much?" Kairi mused, raising her eyebrow in amusement.

"Very. I almost lobbed the dictionary at him. Instead I did the polite thing and put it away. Then, as I started down it... well... yeah."

"Your Heat started," Kairi mused, looking from Naminé and back to Zexion.

Zexion nodded. "Yeah. I tried to control it, but coming down the ladder I stepped on the trick step and-"

"I hate that thing." Kairi interrupted with vigor, earning a disapproving glare. "Sorry."

"Anyway, I tried to get at him and... he sort of knocked me out," Zexion narrated. "The end."

"You can't 'sort of' knock someone out, Zexion," Kairi mused, tugging at her shirt. This earned her another disapproving look.

"She's right, you know," Naminé noted, earning a scathing look in response. She withered, then rose up under the glare. "Tell us what really happened."

"Yeah- how'd he knock you out? Every detail, please," the redhead pleaded, hungry for every dirty detail.

Zexion sighed again. "Well, I pushed him against a shelf, kissed him," the girls nodded eagerly, not caring that the boy had managed to blush four shades of red, "sucked on his neck a little, bit down and... he sorta woke up. Pushed me back pretty hard, and..." A hand went up to massage the back of his head, which ached something horrible, even after several days. "I think I hit my head on the ladder."

The girls visibly deflated, Kairi more so than her sister. "You kidding? That sucks," the older sister noted, crossing her arms. "I wonder why he pushed you away, though. I mean, it was your first heat so even a shit load of pain shouldn't reach through that cloud of pheromones." Naminé winced at her sister's language. "So he either thought you were incredibly hideous or it's just another stupid human thing- like that thing he was talking about the other day. Sexual preference or something. Humans seem to make a huge deal out of that. Then again, when faced with a Nekojin..." She thought for a second, ignoring how both her companions looked at her with scathing looks. "So he must not find you the least bit attractive. Sorry about that, Zexion. It isn't every day a Nekojin seduces someone, but the day they don't succeed is a sad day indeed."

"I didn't seduce him!" Zexion defended himself.

Kairi scoffed. "Why not? That's what you're supposed to do."

"Wait- it worked until he bit him, right?" Naminé inquired.

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End notes: Revisions made December 10th, 2011.

Chapter two preview below.

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Despite the fact that Demyx was due for something good to happen in his life the boy found himself, none-the-less, staring in the mirror the morning of January second, a Saturday, cursing the skin on his neck. Not only had the wound inflicted by the Nekojin taken a good two weeks to heal, but it had also decided to leave a very nasty scar in its wake. Said scar was currently mocking Demyx in all its shiny pink glory.

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With love,

Besieged Infection