Warning: If you don't like Yaoi or Yuri, chances are you won't like this
© Squeenix owns the characters, not me, etc. etc. you should all know this by now. All I own is the messed up story line and a purple notebook of doom.
Rate: M Just to be safe.
Summaries are evil and catergories are confusing. Please disregard them both.
Oh, actually come to think of it I do own Kingdom Hearts, but not in the way I'd like to.
Prologue
Scene I
The light verged on darkness as the night pushed its way in. A loud slam sounded and two voices called a casual so long to one another. A blonde haired boy half stumbled, half skipped down the narrow concrete cement ramp and onto the side walk. His normally spiked up Mohawk flopped unattractively to the side, still dripping wet from the pool he'd just left. Right on closing time of course, and needless to say he was on a first name basis with all the staff. He had soft looking teal green eyes, his dirty blonde hair was almost a shade of brown, and could've passed as just that at night. Mind, it could've passed as black at night as well. His skin wasn't pale, but not dark enough to be considered tan. Another common trait of his was that he almost always had at least one headphone in, discluding when he was swimming.
He hitched his bag (black with a Dresden Dolls label across the side, he was a strange boy, Demyx was.) over his shoulder, whistling a tune as he walked. "Let's get these teen hearts beating, faster, faster" he muttered breathlessly as he crossed the road, narrowly avoiding being hit by a car. He'd always liked that song; in the film clip they had fish tanks around their heads. Demyx liked fish, and he liked Panic at the Disco. Good combination, he'd always thought. Demyx liked music and he liked it even more when it was loud and it's because of this that everyone thought he would be deaf by the age of twenty. He was almost there (give or take a few years) and so far he still had perfect hearing... sort of. Maybe that's because unlike his friends (who only let screaming music touch their ears) he liked more theatrical music (even if he hated the theater) and for some reason held a strong fascination with The Clash and The Sex Pistols. But that wasn't his fault, he'd always claimed. Oh, and he liked sixty-nine eyes. He liked them a lot. He especially liked the one with the Mohawk.
Demyx looked upwards then; big metallic arches haunted the sky ahead. 'Just a bridge' he thought to himself (he's a very paranoid boy for someone who claims to be so easy going, boy, he sure claims a lot of things) 'Just a bridge'.
Just the bridge... Tourists had been pushed off of it once (or twice, or thrice...), pleasant way to show what a fantastic town he lived in. Of course, he knew who did it (he was in fact quite close friends with said culprit), everyone knew who did it, no-one had the guts to step forward though. Just one of three of those pushed off (that one time) had surfaced the water below. But then again, not many people surface after falling.
Or more to the point, not many want too.
Demyx gave an involuntary shudder and forced the thought from his mind. As he shook his head clear he couldn't help but mutter a small 'I can see the appeal'. Once having reached the corner that turned off into the bridge he drew a startled gasp. A row of witches hat's closed off the bridge and it was completely empty of cars. He had gone over this bridge on his way to school; surely all the equipment he saw hadn't just arrived. After taking in all the random pieces of machinery with a small glance he shrugged and proceeded towards the pedestrian lane that went across the bridge, praying to god (or whatever it was he prayed to) that he wouldn't trip over in the dark, again, well, he was wearing his favourite jeans. He continued to glance around as he approached, only barely noticing the human silhouette, he looked back to it as though it were merely a footnote he had only just scanned over, then realized it might be important. Demyx stopped on seeing it and stood there, one arm holding his bag up, the other hanging loosely to his side. His jaw slackened a bit, expression shocked.
The silhouette slowly ascended the hand rail. One bar, two, three.
Be patient now, we've reached the top.
Scene II
The young blonde's eyes widened to full size, gleaming cerulean... and then, the silence commenced. Just for him, just for this one small insignificant being. Meanwhile, outside of his head, everything was chaos. His mother screamed eyes widening to the size of saucers as she raised her hands above the motionless body that'd been fallen across her lap. Orders called into phones and people ran for help. His sister next to him tugged angrily at her seatbelt, growling at it in attempt to make it undo. Someone unknown yanked open her door and leaned over to let her go, shouting at her to calm down the whole time. Larxene jumped out and strode to the sidewalk, her movements uncharacteristically calm; she sat down and punched numbers into her mobile.. The boy remained still, seemingly unaware of the stabbing pain now throbbing his arm, his eyes eased to a half open state again and he turned to look out of the window into the car that had met theirs in an almighty crash.
Opposite himself Roxas gazed at a boy in the back seat of the other car, a mirror image of his very own expression, that same polite apathy. He knew that boy. Roxas unbuckled his safety belt, moved across the seat and jumped out the door his sister had just fled from. He saw her speaking softly and frantically into her mobile, glancing up every so often and running a small hand through her hair every time she did. He turned and walked around his car towards the other boy. The redhead in the other car kicked open his door ungracefully and met Roxas in the space between their two vehicles. He had shoulder length red hair that seemed to defy gravity as it stuck out in random directions, making it appear longer than it was. His skin tone was light and Roxas felt oddly tan in comparison. The obviously older boys frame was slighter than his own, but he was far taller than Roxas, who had to look up to meet him in the eye. Those green eyes, they seemed to be on fire, even though Roxas knew that was impossible. Roxas' own eyes were sky blue and framed by blonde hair that hung over his face at random intervals. His hair twisted a bit as it stuck up into a few simple spikes atop his head.
"I know you," Roxas said slowly, accusingly. "You're Axel... Erickson... Right?" he received a nod in return. There was a long moment of silence before either of them spoke.
"Is he... um..." Axel's eyelids closed over emerald orbs. He seemed reluctant to continue and just stopped speaking, letting the sentence almost hang in mid air. Roxas blinked a few times, then finished the sentence for him, almost choking on the simplest of words.
"Dead." He said. As though prompted Axels' eyes opened again, they stared at each other in the eyes for a moment and then Roxas turned his eyes to the glass littered bitumen. His knees gave way and he fell onto them heavily, flinching as the glass ripped through his denim jeans.
"I'm sorry," he heard muttered from above. "I am so, so sorry," it whispered. Axel knelt too and, without a moment's hesitation, brought the smaller boy to his chest in an embarrassingly tight embrace, Roxas cringing as his arm was pressed against Axels' chest.
The streetlights flickered on as the sun vanished behind the horizon. They did not notice it, they kept their eyes shut and blocked it all out.
Scene III
Close my eyes,
Move to the back of my mind,
Where worries are washed out to sea,
See the changes,
People's faces blurred out,
Like sunspots or raindrops,
Now all those feelings,
Those yesterdays feelings will all be lost in time
The last line of the song skipped over and over in an annoying fit and so to fix the problem Saix threw a shoe at his CD player. Silencing it. He didn't like that song anyway. He had been jotting down some homework into an almost overflowing schoolbook (Still in the first semester and he already had so much work, senior year is a drag), his long navy hair constantly falling in his eyes, he ran the tip of his pencil along the 'X' scar on his face, it started above his eyebrows and ran between his eyes, finishing just below the two of them, he had soft features and pale skin, making him look all the more breakable.
Good thing he did shut his CD player up, because a moment later the doorbell rung out through the house and Saix jumped at the sound. All the while his CD player struggled to play the next song. Shit he thought, he then proceeded to repeat the word over and over again in his head as he jumped up and staggered to his front door. He ripped it open and muttered softly "Shit," he paused, ran a hand through his long cerulean hair and sighed.
"Sorry sir," he said clearly. "I forgot," he added, stepping aside to let his teacher inside. The man was older than Saix, his hair was about the same length and reached a bit past his shoulders. However unlike Saix he had his long silver hair pulled into a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. His skin was a chocolate colour and his eyes glimmered with an almost golden appearance. And suddenly for some unknown reason Saix found himself feeling very self conscious. But it definitely wasn't because the man was taller, more muscular and better looking than him. Oh god no, he wasn't superficial.
"Your parents home?" the man inquired, lifting his head up a bit and glancing around. Saix shook his head, no, pretty blue hair swishing in every which way.
"Are they ever?" Saix added in a bored tone just for good measure. Xemnas smiled at him.
--Go on, just endure it, what's one more little sympathetic smile? Nothing, it's nothing, c'mon Saix, keep it together.
"Sir, I was wondering--" Saix began, plopping down onto his sofa.
"Don't call me that, it makes me feel old." Xemnas' mouth pulled down a bit into what looked distinctively like a pout. 'How strange' Said mused to himself, a smile tempted to grace his features.
"Twenty-six is old si--" he cleared his throat before correcting himself, "-Xemnas... I was wondering what books I'll need for this evening?"
"Not sure," Xemnas said, dropping down beside the younger male. "Anything in particular you need a hand in?"
"Eh, not really." he said non-commitingly, only barely noticing as the others teeth started nipping at the flesh of his neck. Impatient bastard, no wonder Saix's grades were slipping. "I do have a--" his breath caught for a moment. "A biology exam on Thursday,"
"Yeah? What about?" he questioned, sending a shiver through the blue haired boys' frame.
"Ana-" he started, but had to pause, drawing in a sharp breath. Xemnas smirked into the pale flesh of Saix's neck. "Anatomy,"
"Really?" he asked, trailing his lips up to the younger male's jaw line. "I can teach you a lot about anatomy."
And the CD player started to hum again.
When the shirt came off, it was all in time
When a m-m-m-minute turned into a mile
And then I broke that grin, and I cut it out
And you got all turned on by the taste of your sin
When I mention blue, all you thought was colour
When you mention drugs, all I thought was sober
When your pants came off and I turned you over
When you mention blue
A/N
First chapter, these are the three main pairings. But there will be several side pairings. Lot's of 'em. But they aren't nearly as important.
Sorry if the age thing between Saix and Xemnas freak you out, in all fairness, Saix is in his senior year, he'll be of age... soon.
Edited by Dan, thanks heaps.(Dan says sorry if is editing sucks, he's having some problems with concentration at the moment.)
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