My very first story for Fanfiction .net!

I do not own Kingdom Hearts or anything associated with Kingdom Hearts, I have never owned Kingdom Hearts or anything having to do with the sexy characters created by Square Enix. In all likeliness, I will never own Kingdom Hearts or anything associated with it. However, that does not stop me from ogling the gorgeous fictional men from the game/manga nor does it stop me from writing non-profit stories showing how a person who has simply seen the cuts from kh-vids. Net and a couple of manga can write a story! Anyway, on to the fiction!

Demyx was fairly certain the world hated him, and it had very little to do with today. For starters, the wheat haired blond could point out his name. What kind of a demented person named their first born child Demyx? What kind of name was Demyx to start with? Even the hippies didn't name their children Demyx! Maybe something like Sunshine or Susan.

There where times the wheat haired blond wished his parents had named him one of those names. His father was the reason for his mullet, the one currently clinching to his skull as rain washed out the hair gel he had thrown on when he'd run from the house.

Which led to the current problem of the sophomore of Destiny High. The day hadn't actually started off like any other. Apparently during the night lightning had thrown the power out, so Demyx had found himself fifteen minutes away from being late from school. He had just enough time to change clothes, throw some gel on his hair, and grab a Pop Tart.

The first problem had reared its disgusting head with its bug eyes and its filed teeth as soon as he'd bitten into the odd piece of food. Three years out of date, at least that was what the package said when he gave it a glance after nearly barfing the horrible mixture of bread and what at one time had been some kind of strawberry into the garbage bin.

The next problem came in the form of his moped, a little old thing that his parents had given him seeing as they didn't trust him behind the wheel of anything heavier then he was. At first, it wouldn't start and Demyx had quickly given up to it and decided to roll it back to the garage.

That was when the sky finally couldn't take the hilarity of how horrible Demyx's day was going, and finally poured out all of its tears with a bark of laughter that shook the foundation of homes. Around that time, Demyx realized he had just rolled his moped over a nail and now also had a flat tire.

Aqua blue eyes had looked to the old school building in hopes of refuge, even if he was going to be tardy and have to stay an extra thirty minutes after school. At least he'd be out of the rain, even if he had to listen to Mr. Vexen barking about the lack of respect of the current generation to their elders, their superiors, and to those who where genius for the rest of his first period.

Soaked to the bone in his school's uniform, Demyx had grabbed the stainless steel handle of the front door to the office. The door was black, slightly heavy, and known to stick in humid rainy weather. Finding that the door wouldn't open for him, Demyx had used a little more force. When that didn't work, he was wondering if he'd either gotten weak from this horrible weather or if something was up.

After wondering to the nearest building, and finding that the lights where out and doors where locked as well. Demyx had realized that yet again, the world was trying to show its immense disdain for the sixteen year old. Today wasn't a school day at all, it was Saturday. At that point, Demyx felt as if he'd been struck by a lighting bolt.

Actually, he felt more like he had in eighth grade when the elementary school had been touring the middle school. Demyx had been at his locker as a group of them had passed, minding his own business as he looked for his homework. That was when he had walked by.

Except for the hair, Demyx would swear to the court and God in heaven the boy had looked just like Demyx's cousin Roxas. The same bright sea blue eyes that seemed to stare right through to the soul of a person. The same cute as a button round face that could easily be mistaken as innocent. Roxas was a blond, a true yellow blond unlike Demyx. This kid had been brunette, a soft brownie brunette.

He also showed he was like Roxas in another way, a freaking bastard when he wished to be. Demyx was fairly sure he would never live down what had happened that day. The kid bumping into him, a few exchanges of insults, and then the fight.

By nature, Demyx knew he wasn't a fighter. He was a musician and a poet, not a fighter. Yet a fight between a fifth grader and a eighth grader should have been predetermined. Yet the fifth graders where rooting for the boy as he walked away from the fight with a busted lip, Sora if Demyx remembered correctly.

The sound of an foreign engine running made Demyx look up, and he watched as a rust bucket of an old car pulled up. The thing was spitting smoke from its tailpipe like an Mr. Xigbar on his gassy days. The ugly orange paint was peeling off of it like a tree loosing its leaves in autumn. Demyx was able to make out what looked to have once been an attempt of customization by drawing flames on the doors, but there was nothing more then lines.

"Geek, class clown, or a pedophile." Demyx muttered to himself, guessing by his streak of luck and the fact it was a Ford Pinto. Demyx wondered if it was one of those that could be hit from behind and cause the car to explode. The blond also wondered how ugly the guy or girl stepping out would be.

To say the least, Demyx was to busy gaping to be disappointed as the driver and supposed owner of the horrid car stepped into view. For years Demyx had questioned his sexuality, because girls just didn't turn him on like he thought they should. All of a sudden, Demyx realized he was very gay.

"He's a fucking sex god!" The blond didn't even realize he had spoken, though his luck seemed to have changed slightly seeing as he managed not to shout it out loud. Crimson hair the color of freshly spilled blood was arranged in an assortment of spikes like a porcupine, that had to be died and had to use a lot of styling gel.

The guy was lanky, both tall with long thin limbs. Yet he still pulled off hot, the kind you get in bed with and realizing when you die you're going to Hell for sleeping with someone so damned hot. His eyes where cold, yet seemed to burn with a fire. A bright green that didn't stop at looking at a soul, but read it like a book and left a inferno for an impression.

Even though he was holding a umbrella with a flame swirling around it over his head, he still managed to look cocky and move gracefully enough to shame any cat. His features where angular, but nicely so. He also had hips Demyx realized, womanly hips that somehow didn't take away from his masculinity. He was wearing a hoody, a burning skull against the black cotton. He was also wearing somewhat baggy jeans, Demyx wished they would just disappear.

The hot Sex God was fairly close before Demyx saw the two tattoos, one under each divine and gorgeous eye. They where shaped like tear drops, or cat claws as seen from directly in front. Demyx found himself wondering if the guy had maybe been in prison, or if there was something else wrong with him. There was no one on the planet who was that hot without something being wrong.

"Hey Blondie, what are you doing at school on a Saturday and on a day like this?" The Sex God asked, even his voice was sexy. Kind of a deep growl, masculine with a slight tease in it. The kind of voice girls whimper over and fight each other over just to hear. Demyx gulped, and it took his brain a few moments to realize Sex God was speaking to him.

"The world hates me." He finally stated, hoping that would explain everything. Sex God lifted a small curved crimson eyebrow, a look of amusement on his features.

"So what's your name? Or do you prefer me calling you Blondie?" Sex god asked, showing white teeth as his thin yet oh so kissable lips back into a smile. "Demyx. Yours?" Demyx asked, hoping to play it cool. "Axel. I haven't seen you around before, you new around here?" He asked, actually interested. Demyx was trying to think of where he had heard that name before.

"No...I've lived in this dinky backwater town all my life." Demyx said with a shrug. "Doesn't surprise me you haven't seen me before, no one really notices me." Demyx managed to get out, giving a shy smile. The guy chuckled, obviously not shy in the least bit. "Well. I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm not much of a standing in the rain person. How about I give you a lift to your house in my heap of easily flammable moving scrap?" Axel offered.

Demyx had of course accepted the offer, more then happy to hop into the passenger seat. Still, he prayed to every god he'd ever even heard of that the vehicle would stay together. As Axel moved along at the speed limit, the car sounded as if it where slowly falling apart around them. Inside the car, it smelled of three things that weren't very pleasant on Demyx's nose.

The first scent he had identified was barf, the strongest scent that would not go away. The third was the lingering scent of Pierrette smoke, a few packages where on the floor and a few smoked cigarettes in a old ashtray. The third took a little longer to identify, and Demyx hated himself when he figured out what it was. The smell of sex.

Yet the blond was soon bored however, so he decided to relieve that boredom in an easy way. "I'm a Sophomore by the way. I'm going to major in music, and if that falls through I'm going to be a poet." Demyx said proudly, hoping he wasn't distracting Axel from driving. The windshield wipers at least worked, though they left streaks before the rain once again flooded the glass.

"Well. I'm a senior. I'm a part time mechanic, and if everything goes right I'll be doing it for a living." Axel seemed to think it funny how Demyx had decided to introduce himself. "Sixteen." The blond smiled, realizing that the redhead wasn't going to ignore him. "Eighteen."

They had done that for about thirty minutes before Axel had said "I live at 844 Middle Lane." At which point Demyx had realized that Axel had no clue where he lived. Thus the blond told him where he lived, and shortly they where before the old two story house. "Thanks for the lift Axel!" Demyx called, quickly grabbing his bag. The redhead waved and then drove off as Demyx forced his way into the house.

He had taken four steps into the house when he realized why he had never seen Axel, but had heard of him. He went to the private academy across town, he had been in several papers however for winning championships in equine events. Also, the blond distinctly remembered one being of how he had burned down a lab. "Why in the world is a senior from Oblivion Academy riding around in that and hanging around a public high school?" Demyx asked himself, then paused. "I hope I meet him again.