((Well in my other fanfic-- OCFYG --Lexaeus was the bad guy, and Axel was the good guy. I looveeee LexZex, far more than AkuZeku, so I decided to make this. :3 Enjoyyy))
Zexion cursed loudly, his small voice barely audible over the loud roar of thunder. Rain soaked him from head to toe, the only solace he could find in the freezing cold was under a tree where the rain, which was slowly turning into hail, couldn't pelt him as hard.
He crouched and looked at his feet, leaning on the tree's trunk. He wiped his eyes and sniveled, trying to comfort his small wet body. In his heavy and large clothing he looked like a drown rat. The lines on his neck were visible when the harsh light from the lightening struck. Unfortunately for Zexion he was absolutely terrified of thunder and lightning. He closed his eyes and hugged himself tightly, his hood over his face. The hood did him no justice, however, as the rain still drenched his face. The tear like rain streamed down his bruised cheeks, mixing with the actual tears that had spilled over his eyes.
His entire body ached and he had nowhere to go anymore. Where exactly had his life gone wrong? When he decided to leave his family, that's where this whole dilemma of his started. He could never go back to them, though, they wouldn't take him back, not after how he acted. He doubled over, letting out a hoarse scream, once again having his voice blocked out from the thunder and loud sound of hail hitting concrete. He covered his neck protectively, sobbing as the hail hit his fresh wounds.
Suddenly there was a loud crack of thunder and a loud unrecognized sound. Zexion suddenly squeaked as his body was shoved violently to the side, just in time to miss being crushed by the large tree that he thought was going to protect him. He looked up through the blurriness that was his vision and blinked questioningly at the large figure over him. He was clad in a large black trench coat and black pants. For whatever reason, the man was wearing dark black sunglasses. It must've been hard to see through the darkened lenses, but Zexion didn't regard that all that much.
The man stood up and Zexion quickly followed suit. Zexion said an unintelligible thank you and he turned to leave, glancing to the side for a moment to see the large fallen tree. Suddenly, Zexion was pulled forward, into the taller man's arms. He blushed and tried to wiggle away, feeling a little uncomfortable. When he realized he wasn't going to get away just from wiggling he started to thrash around, screaming for help all the while. He was probably going to get kidnapped and raped, the cherry on top of his day.
He was pulled close to the man's chest and the man leaned over slightly, blocking the hail and rain from falling on Zexion's head. Zexion was wrapped tightly by the man's coat and it felt to him as if the man was trying to...protect him? He wiggled some more, but the man's muscles were too tight around him. He had no choice but to walk along with the other.
His eyes widened as they neared a maroon car. He swallowed nervously and the tears started to spill over his eyes again. He was going to get tortured, he just knew it. This was punishment for breaking a commandment. The grip around him was loosened and he was ushered into the car where he sat, fidgeting. He knew that even if he ran the man would chase him, catch him, and torture him worse than he already was going to. Zexion felt a bit bad though, he was getting the nice upholstery wet. He doubled over and hugged himself, crying on his lap. This time every little word, snivel, and hiccup could be heard perfectly.
The other side of the car opened, but Zexion couldn't find it in himself to look up. There was a sigh of relief from the other and Zexion head a clanking sound. He figured it was the other placing his boots on the dashboard.
"Man, it's really violent out there."
Zexion didn't reply, he just sat there. The other's voice didn't sound like that of a mass killer rapists voice, but from what Zexion had heard it was probably just an act. The other made a 'hm' sound and he turned the radio on, keeping it low.
"If you're gonna kill me, just do it already." Zexion's small squeaking voice tore through the air and painfully struck the man. He raised an eyebrow inquisitively then laughed softly.
"I'm not going to do anything to you, but I can see why you'd be a little frightened that I would," he said. "This town is full of all kinds of horrible people. Actually I'm a new teacher at the high school. I was just sitting in the park and it started to rain so I was on my way back to my car when I saw the lightening go after that tree, and wellll, I couldn't let a poor small boy die on my witness," he smiled.
Zexion looked up slightly, his hair still covering his face, "That sounds fishie..." he muttered.
"I'm Lexaeus," the burnt-auburn haired man smiled, extending his hand.
Zexion gave him a half-assed wave, "My name is none of your business."
Lexaeus gave a small weak laugh and he started up the car, "Where do you live?" he asked.
Zexion was quiet. He hugged himself tighter and looked down at his drenched lap.
"Don't you have a home?" Lexaeus asked. He heard some small snivels come from Zexion's direction. His large hand traveled to Zexion's cheek and he gently made it so the mauve haired boy was looking at him. "What happened...to your face?" he asked. When there was more silence from the boy he frowned slightly then gave a somewhat sad smile, "C'mon, you can tell me."
"I've only just met you...but if you must know. These bruises are from my wrestling team. I'm the smallest so I usually get the most injuries, happy?" Zexion asked.
The other gave a disbelieving grimace, but he turned and pulled the car into drive. "So, where am I taking you?" he asked again.
"I can walk," Zexion demanded.
"I'm not gonna let you walk in the hail. You already look like a drowned rat."
Zexion sighed and held his face, "I don't have anywhere to go," he frowned, covering his eyes.
Lexaeus gave a sympathetic frown, "What about your parents?" he asked.
"They disowned me a long time ago...I was living with my boyfriend...but he threw me out too," he said, tears starting to seep through the crevices of his fingers. His voice was shaky and his ears started to turn light pink.
Lexaeus frowned more, "This...will sound weird, I know, but if you need a place to stay...me and my roommate have an extra room in our apartment-"
"It's fine! I can go somewhere else...one of my friend will..." he paused and kept quiet. What friends?
"Mm, you go to Oblivion high, right?" Lexaeus asked, examining Zexion. "My roommate is a professor there, maybe you've heard of him. Professor Vexen?"
Zexion's attention turned up at the mention of the man. "My mentor?" he asked unintentionally.
Lexaeus' eyes widened a fraction, "You're Zexion?" he smiled. "The prodigy that Vexen is always talking about? I am so inspired by how intelligent you are! It's...It's awe inducing!"
Zexion couldn't help but feel special as Lexaeus fondled his ego. "...He talks about me?" he asked softly.
Lexaeus nodded and took Zexion's hand, sandwiching it in between his own. "You're brilliant! Is it true that you skipped your entire middle school years?" he gasped, getting giddy like a child in a candy shop.
Zexion nodded, "Yeah," he said. "I didn't need those three silly grades, they boosted me from fifth grade to ninth grade, and now I'm in my senior year."
"Wow...your only fourteen and /already/ a senior?" Lexaeus asked, his tough-man composure waring down quickly.
"Oh man, I have to take you home with me!" Lexaeus paused and blushed some, "Tha...that didn't sound right at all..." he frowned.
Zexion shook his head and took out his cell phone, dialing Vexen's number. After conversing with his mentor for a few minutes he gathered all the information he needed. His silver eyes glanced up and he gave a soft sound of approval, "Let's go."