Story: A Broken String

Chapter: 1

Pairings: None yet. (Farther on VexDem)

Characters: Demyx, Saix, Xemnas, and Axel

Reason: None, VexDem just cute.^^

AN: OHMIGAWD! I haven't been updating. I'm sorry!! I wrote this when the computer was damaged and when I was having writer's block with I Have A Theory. I promise to get that finished. On another note, I have this done just not typed up. I promise to try and finish. -sigh-

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"Your grades are terrible!"

The boy sat on the soft green loveseat in the soft green room.

Green was said to be the most calming of colors and yet the two men that were his parents weren't relaxed none-so-ever.

The boy's hand clasped in front of him, dangled in between his legs like lifeless dolls.

His head, drown, shoulders slumped, assuming the "guilty" position.

He peeked up and spoke softly; "But Mom, I'm just really busy."

His "mother" crossed his arms over his chest, letting straids of long, blue, hair fell around his shoulders. His shocking golden eyes fell on the boy in a narrowed glare, making the X scar on his forehead wrinkle.

"Do not "Mom" me." He turned to his parnter. "Xemnas." It wasn't a plea for help, it was a command.

Though in his calmer state, Saix was usually levelheaded and decisive. However, now was not one of those times, and he need support from Xemnas.

Xemnas sighed and moved his silver hair to see the grade sheet once more. His hazel eyes scanned the sheet as he spoke; "Demyx, you're failing every class except..." He stopped a moment. He sighed. "nevermind you're failing that too."

"What else?" His other demanded.

"P.E." Demyx replied. "I just ain't cut out for running."

"Then what are you "cut out" for?" Saix snapped.

"My music. I want to become a musician. They didn't have to earn A's!" He replied rather nastily to his parent.

"Yes, but most of them passed high school." Xemnas added. Somehow he was calmer about this then Saix was.

"Don't you want to be paid to play music?"

Demy thought for a moment.

"No. I just always wanted to play for the love of it."

He heard Saix palm slap his forehead. "Oh, Lord..."

"Okay," Xemnas ignored Saix comment and continued. "then what are you going to plan for a backup? In case you can't be a musician."

Demyx shook his head. "Never thought about it before." In truth, he hadn't. He had flirted with other career choices, but never fully committed to one.

Saix gave an exasperated sigh and sat on the chair across Demyx. He placed his head in between his legs and mumbled.

"I thought we'd be having this conversation with Axel. Not Demyx."

Axel, Demyx's twin brother, was more of a handful. Demyx could see why Saix was shocked.

Xemnas placed his hands on Demyx's shoulders, making the boy face him.

"What we're trying to say is that don't give up so easily. You're only 18. We are not asking you to take on the world but you have to take on some responsibly."

Demyx sighed. His father was right.

"Is it hard?" Saix asked suddenly.

He nodded, his aqua eyes closed.

"Do you need help?"

Again he nodded, eyes still closed.

"We will get you a tutor for now."

Aqua eyes snapped open and he jolted up from his sulking position. He stared wide eyed at his parent. "What?!"

"A tutor?" Xemnas echoed and nodded. "That should work. And I know the person to do it."

Saix stood up. "I'll get the phone."

Once he started for the hallway, Demyx broke.

"Dad!" He clung to Xemnas' arm. "Everyone will laugh if they hear I have a tutor!"

"Why? You're just helping your academic career?"

"They won't see it that way!"

"You have a blonde mullet."

"That's different!" He whined. "It's in now!"

"When?"

"Dad! You're missing the point!!"

"Demyx, for God's sake, you play a sitar!" He pointed to the boy's pride and joy, leaning against the closet door hem. "Why should you care?"

Demyx released himself from his father's arm and picked up the sitar as if it were a child. He cradled the blue instrument in his arms as much as he could.

"Don't be mean to Stasha."

Xemnas rolled his eyes. "He named it..."

"Put Stasha down," Saix had come back with a cordless phone. "you're going to break it if you careless fling it around. And I'm not going to buy you a new one."

"Am not!" Demyx argued, almost dropping his precious.

Saix shook his head. "See?" -To Xemnas- "Here's the phone, love."

Xemnas took the phone gladly. As he made his call, Demyx sighed again. He plopped on the loveseat, his sitar tight against his chest.

"My life is over."

"You're a senior in high school," Saix replied. "if anything, your life has just begun."

"Yeah, yeah. And the cow flew over the moon."

"Demyx." The anger was slowly slipping out of his throat.

"Sorry." He meant it honestly. He didn't need to deal with this ANDhave to avoid flying objects.

While the silence between the two became awkward, Xemnas asked about tutoring to his friend. Once satisfied, he hung up.

"He said he'd do it."

"How much is he going to charge?"

"Reasonable. 5 munny per lesson. Once every week."

"Not bad considering that it's him."

Demyx made an awful sigh again. Doomed, he thought. I'm doomed.

"When do I meet the creep?" Demyx asked, half excepting to get yelled at for calling the man in question a creep.

"Two days from now."

"On Saturday?" He moaned. "That sucks!!!"

He flung himself over the arm chair, whimpering. He stopped a moment when a quick thought came to him.

"Why not today?"

"He's busy. Work, he says."

"Ah, I see. Work." Saix smirked. He said work like it was dirty.

Xemnas offered a grin and shook his head, chuckling softly. "Not that kind of work...though, that does sound rather fun." He gave Saix one of those looks a man gives to someone when dirty thoughts are running through his head.

Demyx clasped his hands over his ears, resting his sitar in between his legs. "EW! I don't wanna hear you guys talk about sex!!" He sounded like a little girl who didn't like worms and just found one on her leg.

"Did someone say sex?" Axel walked in, a huge grin on his face.

"No, not good sex!" Demyx cried to his brother. "PARENT SEX!"

The twins both gave off a high sheik.

"Run away! Run away!" Axel hollered, coping Demyx, covering his ears.

Demyx grabbed his sitar and joined Axel in the hollering. The two ran to the safety of their rooms while the two men laughed. Their laughter followed them to the bedrooms and soon, the boys started to laugh as well.