Sad Eyes

Zexion lay on his stomach in the long grass being shaded by an ancient and withering nightshade tree on a cliff hanging out over the sandy beach, watching the sun set. It was his first time seeing such a beautiful sight, easily awed by the blending shades of fiery reds, mild oranges, and yellows that ranged from both light and dark fading into each other, all being pushed down by a blanket of a light magenta color, which he described as a 'valium colored sky'.

He heard people coming in his direction on the beach down below, and scoot back, retreating farther into the darkest areas of the shade so as not to be seen if one of the people coming were to take a chance look in his direction. He narrowed his already cat-like eyes as a group of three guys came into view. He felt his stomach churn as a he began to grow afraid; a feeling he had grown used to over the years and knew very well.

He held back a hiss of discomfort as he saw who seemed to be the leader of the group, a rather tall male about the age of eighteen with bright red hair spiked to the point where it looked like a hedgehog was on his head, lighted a cigarette he pulled out of his pocket, and scent of smoke reached him. Zexion had a very strong sense of smell, and had always hated it when people around him would smoke; also considering the fact he had a small case of asthma.

"C'mon, Axel," The shortest and most likely youngest of the group whined to 'Axel', the tall leader, "Don't smoke here of all places! The air is so clear… it shouldn't be ruined by the smell of your cigarettes."

"And your pretty face shouldn't be ruined by that frown." Axel retorted, ruffling his blonde and also spiked hair.

"Roxas is right, Axel." The third male in the group, also a blonde with a hairstyle that seemed to be a cross between a mullet and a haphazard Mohawk, In a way, he sort of reminded Zexion of David Bowie, said as he pointed to a sign posted to a stake in the sand that read 'No Smoking Zone' in bolded red letters," You really shouldn't be smoking here."

Axel rolled his eyes, taking out his cigarette and dropping it into the sand, beginning to grind it with his foot to stop it's burning process and keep it from producing anymore smoke, his hands raised in the air as he did so. "Alright Demyx, I guess you two got me this time", he replied in an annoyed tone.

Zexion felt relieved when he saw the redhead, whom he'd figured was 'Axel', stop smoking the cigarette, the though distinct smell of smoke was still lingering in the air. To his disadvantage, there was a cool breeze coming towards him, blowing the smoke right in his direction. He felt his nose twitch, and the inside began to itch. Feeling the beginning signs of a sneeze, he quickly covered his nose. If he sneezed, there would be a chance the three guys down below heard him, and he couldn't risk that. Not after he had already gotten so far.

He felt the cool, metaphorical waves of relief wash over him once again as he realized the trio was about to leave. He came forward a bit more out of the shade, feeling it was okay now since they were leaving and highly unlikely to look anywhere in his direction. He felt calm again, the trio now turning their backs to him. Though while the third blonde, Demyx was turning, he happened to look up, and for a split second, Demyx's bright sea green eyes made direct contact with Zexion's deep ocean blue ones. He hissed in fear, his cat-like ears pressing down against his head as he quickly retreated into the dark shadow.

Demyx stared at where he thought he'd just seen Zexion for a moment, his sea green eyes unable to spot Zexion again. He shrugged and turned back to follow Axel and Roxas back home, assuming it had just been a trick of the light.