A/N: Okay, so I'll admit it...I can't stay away from Zemyx for too long. I've been writing it and reading it for far too long, it's like a chunk of my life, whether I like it or not xD Sad, I know. Anywho, I've so many little idea's in my head that I thought I'll try my hand at two different pairings at the same time... Gods blood, I'm gunna need a shrink soon enough. First chapter's mainly introductions. I also have an idea for another story type thing: A spin off from the Jeremy Kyle show, with DiZ presenting it and the organization and such appearing with their problems. Tell me what you think about it.

I'd also really appreciate reviews for this story, so I know what to improve on next chapter, and what I'm okay at and such...


Those who are easily shocked should be shocked more often – Mae West


Roxas Mort was, for the most part, extremely confused. At Seventeen years old, one normally encountered many strange things in life. Like why did dogs sniff people's butts, if they couldn't talk and were 'extremely dumb beasts'? Why did the girl next door send glares towards him every time he said hi? Why didn't girls find it funny when boys held belching competitions? Of course, all these questions were confusing and strange, yet all had perfectly normal explanations.

However, the current thing that he was staring at did not have a normal explanation, nor did Roxas really want one. In all his many years of living, this very event was the strangest and weirdest yet. And it would change his life forever.

Now, Roxas' back garden of the two bedroom bungalow that he owned was completely paved over, all possible grass roots and cracks for them to grow through completely wiped out; nothing could grow through the solid concrete. Concrete is in no way flammable, and there were no objects in the back garden capable of being set alight, particularly during a storm.

So why oh why was there a fire burning directly in the centre of his back garden?

The flames were flickering and burning brightly, with no possible cause for their presence. Pounding heavily upon the flames, they refused to budge or die out, the small wisps of smoke reaching up through the window and burning his nostrils mercilessly. Roxas eyed the fire through his bedroom window, focusing on the centre for a moment before reality and realization kicked in. His back garden was on fire that much was obvious. What he wasn't sure of, was whether or not he was imagining the figure that seemed to be rolling around inside said fire, accompanied by ragged gasps that was audible even through the window.

Only when he saw the shock of red hair that appeared momentarily, accompanied by a flash of bright green with a bloodcurdling scream of agony, did he act. Spinning on his heel, Roxas grabbed the fire extinguisher that was under his bed, thanking any deity that was listening for his ability to steal the thing from a bar five years ago. That being said, Roxas then ran from the top floor to the garden, pulling the top of the extinguisher and spraying the liquid foam onto the fire, attempting to tame the violent flames.

When they had dissipated, and the mist from the dead flames had lifted, Roxas cast his eyes towards the skinny, burnt figure that was whimpering slightly before him, clothes burnt and eyes tightly clamped shut. Two upside down teardrops were tattooed under the eyes, painted black and standing out along with the (Albeit slightly burnt) shocking red hair. The person was obviously male, Roxas thought, as he lifted the man up carefully into his arms, noting how tall the person was. Taking care not to smack the males head off any walls or doors, Roxas took him to the downstairs bedroom, laying him down onto the white sheets. Glancing down at the unconscious male, Roxas reached for the phone, his fingers pressing in the number for an ambulance.


Zexion EnPeril glared up at his professor, taking the file delicately in his hands before snarling viciously.

"Out of all the people, you choose me?" Zexion flipped through the file, taking in the information anyway.

"You should be more grateful. To most, it would be an honour to enrol at Twilight Town Academy for Talented and Broadened Minds." His professor laughed manically at this, before snatching the file from Zexion's hands.

"Honour or not, I don't want to go there."

"You cannot stay a science apprentice forever Mr EnPeril, you need qualifications..." Another manic laugh, filled with only a hint of madness and a touch of evil.

"I don't need qualifications. You know I am capable of working on experiments perfectly fine! I don't see why I have to do this!" Zexion dug his hands into his lab coat, hiding his clenched fists from view. His face remained straight and impassive, but his professor knew better.

"You are seventeen years old, having not even needed to attend college. Yes, you are a genius. But all my other scientists have qualifications, back up plans in case something happens. You cannot live here as an apprentice, with nothing to fall back upon. Go back with your parents, do what you have to do. It's only three years, and then you can come back and be with the other five."

Zexion broke his impassive face once more, shooting daggers towards his professor, before ripping his lab coat off and throwing it down on the table.

"Oh, and Zexion?"

"What?!" A snap, the voice laced with anger and hatred.

"Mr Leonhart wishes to see you in his office. I advise that you go straight there."


Demyx Miyona stared up at the huge, castle academy in fear and slight shock. He had seen pictures on the schools website, yes he had, but he didn't think it was this big. He had been sent here on a music scholarship, been shipped off to the posh boarding school with the big gardens and strict rules, all because he had pissed the elders off too many times. He was refusing to say their names, instead sticking to elders and wishing he could shoot them.

Observing the place, he took in the many, many towers and turrets, wondering why a small, picky university had so many rooms. Then he realized: It was a boarding university. Therefore, the dorms and rooms were obviously in those tall, scary towers. Shaking his head and telling himself to shut the fuck up and stop scaring himself, Demyx shifted his back over his shoulder and walked off, making his way towards the hotel he was staying in until the start of term.

Three days, and then hell starts.