Disclaimer: I unfortunately own nothing, but creativity and this plot and manipulation of someones, other than me, characters. Oh and let us not forget the excess time with nothing to do. ^_^

Author's Note: This is a little strange to me seeing as how I haven't ever written anything for this pairing before, but I am going to make an attempt at it since it is one of my favorites. Let me know what you think and I'll try my best to continually update. Also, I do not have a beta so it may have a lot of errors, for that I apologize. If you get confused on anything please let me know and I will try to clear it up as well as I can. This is a learning experience for me so please, don't hold back the criticism. There also might be some (or a lot of) OOC here since I haven't played in a while and simply read waaaay too much fanfiction. Flames will be used to serve our new dish of warm rotting flesh to the zombie pig fish. ^_^

Italics – Thoughts.

Bold – P.O.V.

Random doodles or things that are obvious – Time skips

Note 1 – Morning

Zexion.

The droplets of rain run gently down the glass as I watch blankly. My mind swirling with a million different thoughts, I turn to the body mirror on my wall.

A fitting black quarter shirt with sapphire musical notes running diagonally, slowly wrapping around the entire shirt, baggy tripp pants of the same color scheme adorning my lower half with my DC brand sneakers. They're rainbow and match my belt and the rubber bracelets on my wrist.

I nod curtly to myself once the clothes check is done, moving on to my accessories, which I am rather pleased with. Rainbow belt, check. Rainbow bracelets, check. Razor blade earring dangling from my ear, check. Death Note messenger bag and I-pod touch, check and check. My satisfied smile drops instantly and my eyes narrow once my sight lands on the expanse of exposed throat.

Opening the top drawer of my desk beside the mirror, I irritatedly snatch an ocean blue silk ribbon with black musical notes scattered in a strange pattern. I quickly wrap it around most of the visible flesh of my neck a couple times, tying a light knot in the back. Throwing the excess of ribbon over my shoulders to cascade down my back to about the end of my shoulder blades, I grab my eyeliner and put it on with a sigh.

Once all that was done, I pick up my brush and tug it through my short, periwinkle hair until it's the way I usually have it with the long fringe covering half of my face. I smirk at my reflection as I fix my shirt to hide more of my stomach until only my hip bones are showing since my pants are a little heavy. Rolling my eyes, I gaze at the face staring back at me in the mirror. One royal blue pool scrutinizing every detail as I check myself over quickly yet again due to being nervous. I wince when there is suddenly loud yelling.

"Zexion! Your coffee is getting cold!" My foster father, Vexen, happens to be the culprit of invading noise, annoying me as I deem it too early for such a thing. I have never been a morning person really.

I wonder what it's going to be like, I mean sure I've read about it and all but... I really hope I don't stand out too much. I want this to be a good thing and Dad seems to think it is so I can only wish. I groan at my own thought train as I grab my things and head downstairs.

This is where I would like to fill in a few blanks about my life and my situation. Vexen is my foster father. He took me in when I was younger and in really bad shape, I see him as my father and my only family thus I call him Dad. He just acquired a new job at Oblivion High as a chemistry teacher and counselor/judge of performances. He has wanted a job there for as long as I've know him and ever since I found out about Oblivion I've wanted to attend because it has an amazing curriculum for the arts that has been designed to not only teach you the regular/real world basics, but everything you need to know about the arts to become successful enough to get into Radiant College, the sister school and also known as the next step in the career path. The schedule is made in the same structure as the college so we can get accustomed to the routine of it all. This also means I am starting at a new school today which is terrifying. I'll be a junior since I just turned sixteen. Normally that isn't so bad, but you see... I've been home schooled since I moved in with Vexen and wasn't enrolled in a school before that. This experience will be entirely new to me, I'm afraid I won't be accepted or fit in since I don't really go out much. At the same time, I'm excited to get to go to this school and meet people with interests like me.

As I check the clock on my phone and realize how close it's getting my nerves start eating away at me. My tiny smile slips off my face as I enter the dining room to see my dad sipping a cup of coffee, another across the table waiting for me with all it's welcoming steam.

Placing myself in the chair opposite of him, I pick up my delicious brew. A small quirk at the corners of my lips slowly turns into a smile when I notice the dark circles under his eyes and ink staining his fingertips. I wonder what Dad would think if he knew I was nervous...

"Sleep well?" Vexen asks as he eyes my face skeptically. As I take a closer look at him I realize he seems to be fidgeting. I begin to wonder if maybe he is nervous too, just as much as me possibly.

"Not really," I mumble and shrug as I attempt to stifle a yawn. My smile turns into a tiny, sheepish grin with a light blush as he raises an eyebrow at me, a smile of his own stretching his lips up. "I kind of stayed up writing most of the night, sorta nervous about being the new kid on the block." I admit, smile falling slowly the more words spill from my mouth.

"I know what you mean. Not easy, but we might be surprised Zex. This school may be private and top notch, but we need to keep in mind two things. One, it's mostly based around the arts so who knows what will happen? And two, they want us. They don't accept many people, they are very selective and yet they want us." He speaks in a quiet voice, a soft smile forming on his face with his words which strangely enough give me the bit of comfort I need, my smile becoming more real with excitement. "More importantly, this is the school we both want right?"

Vexen and I both give cocky smirks as I reply with a confident and sly tone, "damn straight, can't deny that we're genius'." We both begin snickering as we start to have a normal, real morning with just the two of us. I love times like these. My Dad is the only person I can be like this with and the same goes for him from what I understand. We can be just us and not get judged, just accepted and loved more for who we are and that we're willing to show it.

I am glad the tension in the house breaks and we have some time to relax before heading to school, there it would be different. I will be myself, but there is no guarantee the people there will like that. Chances are, I won't show all of me at once. Honestly, I am not too fond of the idea of rejection and wish to avoid it actually happening if possible.

Vexen heads out, leaving me to lock up as he drives off to school once I decline the offer of a ride. Teachers are required to be there at least half an hour before the students, I decide to walk because it's only like ten to fifteen minutes away on foot. I start humming as I jam my headphones into my ears, dancing a little as I make my way up to my room to play on the computer before I have to head out. I lose myself to the music until the alarm on the i-pod goes off, shutting off my stream of notes and lyrics momentarily.

This should definitely be interesting.