A/N: Aha! This story is one of the few I shall be rewriting... Starting with this chapter... Rewritten ones will be signed off with ~BAD, so you'll be able to tell the difference ;)

Two boys sat in the middle of the laminated floor, the soft, warm fire blazing behind them. Both were sat crossed legged, one leaning forward to pore over his book, the other leaning backwards on the heel of his hands. Sleep dotted the corners of their eyes, both stifling yawns every so often that would disturb the comfortable silence. The taller of the two shifted slightly, a nervous expression on his face as he slowly looked over at the other.

"Hey... If you had to choose someone to spend the rest of your life with, who would it be?"Zexion POV:

Wednesday the third of September. First day back to school after seven weeks of utter boredom, wishing to go back to school. But when it comes to it, do I prefer boredom or school?

Form time, and my too good to be true teacher Miss Gainsborough is stood outside with a lovely bright smile on her face, speaking to my head of year, Mrs Valentine. The smile is, to quote Larxene, so sweet my teeth are rotting. Miss Gainsborough in all her lovely shining glory, lives in her own cute little world of rainbow butterflies. Butterflies she feels the need to bring into this world. Quite literally. I sent a glare over towards the pink butterflies fluttering about in the tank in the corner, glaring as they fluttered their little pink patterned, fragile wings half heartedly, as bored as I am.

I stifled a small laugh when I remember the time that Larxene stabbed one of them with a paper clip, along with Xaldin who happened to be in our form at the time for an unknown reason. Speaking of Larxene, Marluxia was sat opposite me, pulling the petals weakly off a yellow rose, his eyes fixated on the pretty blonde, blue eyed bitch. I'm sorry, I meant witch. She once covered my hair with paint, and then forced Axel to set it on fire. Bastards.

I'm twelve years old, have slate grey hair, short and somewhat spiky at the back, and long and styled at the front. I'm quite short, standing at only four foot eight inches, and I'm possibly never seen without my book, Hallucinations volume six. My friend Axel has amazing, wild and shockingly natural red hair, spiked out in all directions and the colour pretty much sums up an addiction of his in one word. Pyromaniac. He constantly draws stupid little upside down tears on his cheeks, possibly in a bid to look cool, with matching eyeliner which practically always ends with him getting detention.

Marluxia, my other friend, is quite possibly more womanly than the girl he has a huge crush on. Long, partly spiky bright pink hair, with the biggest fascination for flowers I have known. Yes, flowers. And surprisingly enough, he's not gay. I too was shocked when I found out.

I was cut from my thoughts at the appearence of Miss Gainsborough again, followed by Mrs Valentine and the most beautiful person I had ever laid eyes on. Mrs Valentine faced us, her hand tightly gripping his shoulder to stop him from running away. After all, I was familiar with that grip. I had it on my own shoulder many times last year after Axels antics got me in a lot of trouble.

"Right midgets. As you can clearly see, you have a new boy starting the school. I've put him with your form group because there are only ten of you midgets, and the other forms are full. So either be nice to him, no crap or anything, or I will personally hunt you down and rip out your guts gut by gut. We clear? Good!" Mrs Valentine chirped brightly, turned on her heel and left the room quickly.

Miss Gainsborough smiled after her, before directing that smile towards the new kid and asking him a question. I looked him over, and from what I could see, his hair was some weird style of Mohawk/Mullet, like a Billy Ray Cyrus gone wrong. But it suited him nicely. His skin was a healthy golden colour, glowing yet not too pale, yet not too tanned that it could be fake. He lifted his head up slightly, clutching the school planner in his hand so tightly that his knuckles were steadily turning white. Shocking aqua eyes scanned the classroom, taking in everyone's appearence. They washed over Axel, double taking at his hair, and then doing the same for Marluxia. But then again, the latter did have petals and flowers surrounding him with a dreamy look on his face. Seriously, the guy cannot be straight.

Then his eyes stopped on me, searching my face as I did the same. His eyes were a calm aqua, the type that could stare into your soul and know your every weakness. The thought made a shiver run down my spine that I was certain was not from the cold.

He smiled nervously at me, and I attempted to grin back. But seeing as I don't tend to smile that much, then it must have looked like a grimace. I heard Marluxia snicker from my behind me (I was turned in my seat to get a better look) but I never broke eye contact. Two voices broke me from the silence, Axel's smirk filled whisper snapped me back to reality, and Miss Gainsborough's light airy voice broke the boy from his.

"I knew you weren't straight." I could hear the smirk in Axel's voice, but decided to keep quiet for now.

"Um Demyx, I asked if you would like to tell us a bit about yourself?" Miss Gainsborough asked him nicely, but he only shook his head in fear, which provoked a comment from Larxene.

"He's a mute! Another freak!"

"Larxene! Outside!" Miss Gainsborough glared over at Larxene, her arm out and pointing towards the doors. I heard a muffled grumble, followed with a very loud and clear curse. She glared at Demyx, causing him to visibly step back in fear. Miss Gainsborough followed her out.

"Where do you think he'll sit?" Marluxia leaned towards Axel, who in turn looked at me across the table.

"How stupid are you? There's only one more seat in the class, and that's next to Zexion." Axel hissed back, a smirk on his face.

"I think Zexion likes him! He attempted to smile and everything!" I heard Marluxia whisper excitedly, a smug smirk on his own face. I couldn't see these smirks, but I could hear them.

"No shit Sherlock! Seriously, think Zexion will be 'getting it on' with him?" The snicker and comment that came with Axel's voice caused me to turn in my seat, away from the blonde and to the two conversing idiots in front of me.

"You do know I can hear you, don't you?!" I hissed, my voice laced with anger. Marluxia leaned away from Axel instantly, resuming his rose picking. Axel only grinned deviously.

"So you do like him?"

"No!"

"So you hate him?!"

"Yes! I mean no! I mean... Arh!" I was too frustrated to continue talking, so I just lobbed my planner at Axel, the sharp corner hitting him square in the head. It collided with Axel's head the moment Miss Gainsborough walked in, and Axel's yelp caught her attention. Then it was highly obvious what I'd done.

"Zexion! Pick that planner up! Does you rule page inside tell you that bludgeoning a fellow student is acceptable? No it doesn't!"

"In my defence Miss, Axel's not really human, more like an asinine spawned from the gates of hell and sent here to annoy me."

"No back chatting! Demyx, please go and sit in that empty seat next to Zexion. He's the one who just physically abused poor Axel." Axel snickered at me as Miss Gainsborough said the last part, picking my planner up and placing it in the middle of the table. I wanted to strangle the bitch. He knows I have short arms, and that I don't like getting out of my seat for mindless things. The boy, Demyx as he is now known, smiled in pity, picking my planner up and handing it to me as he sat down slowly. The look on Axel and Marluxias face was priceless.

"So what's your name?" I asked him politely, ignoring Axel and Marluxia.
"Demyx, Demyx Lachance."

"Zexion, Zexion Iluze." I answered, shaking his hand. Axel leaned over the table, a smirk still on his face.

"The name's Axel Focul. Got it Memorized?" He leaned back, Marluxia taking his place.

"Name's Marluxia Charme."

"Your hair is awesome! But pink... Are you-"

"No I am not gay. If anyone is, it's him." He jerked his thumb in Axel's direction; the redhead was currently rubbing the cut on his forehead from my planner.

"So um... When's your birthday?" He asked me, an innocent spark in his eyes.

"Twelfth of September. Yours?"

"Really? My birthday is the same day!"

"That truly is lovely. What do you have first?" I asked. He pulled out his timetable, pushing it towards me slowly. I compared the list with my own, noting we had the same lessons apart from English.

"I think I may have English with Mrs Kennedy." He locked eyes with me as he said this, eyes begging me to tell him we were in the same class.

"Ooh good luck with her. She's always on edge."

"I asked her for an incendiary grenade once. I think she was gunna give me one too! That thing on her leg, under her coat, yeah I bet it's a gun!" Axel and Marluxia both spoke up at once, and at their words, Demyx paled.

"Does she really have a gun?"

"How old are you?" I had to ask...

"Twelve."

"Did you not go through the Metal detectors?" I asked the question calmly, after all, no need to scare the boy.

"Metal detectors?! Why do they have those?!" His face screamed fear this time, his pupils dilated in shock.

"One of the seniors has a fascination with guns... You'll meet him later." I answered. At the look on his face, I added some calm words on the end. "Don't worry, he's perfectly safe. Just go with Marluxia to your first lesson, and I'll see you in..." I looked at his timetable. "ICT. We have the same teacher for that..." I smiled towards him, walking with him to English when the bell rang for first lesson. He hugged me, and then ran into his classroom. I was frozen in place.

"Uh Zexion? Zexy MOVE!" Axel hissed towards me, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulders.

"He... He... He just!"
"Yeah he hugged you. Get over it man, it's what normal-"He dropped me most ungraciously, his face etched into realization. "OH MY GOODNESS I WAS RIGHT!" His voice filled the empty hallway, cackling madly.

"You were not!" I glared, it was the only thing I could do.

"Yes I was! You're staring at Demyx when he first arrives, your letting him sit next to you, which has never happened before, to anyone. You make sure his attention is on you, and you go all red when he touches you!" He practically shouted. By now we were in the classroom, and his loud voice attracted strange looks.

"That sounds so wrong." Her voice was low, a mutter yet still holding the personal touch of evil.

"Yeah, I know." Axel answered quietly. I sighed, placing my head in my hands and glaring at the table. This was going to be a long day.