/Hello and welcome to a new story of mine! Reviews are welcomed but please keep them nice!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zexion or Demyx. They belong to Square Enix(sp) I believe.
Chapter One: A Chance Meeting
Liorva is a small town not far from the beach, about two to three miles at best. Zexion just moved to the town, the boy is only 10 years old and his family had been having quite a lot of problems as of late. It was Tuesday, beautiful day to say the least. The birds chirped and the bees buzzed, the slate haired boy wondered off to a nearby park, he carried a book with him and was planning to read.
The park looked ruff and worn down, it was clear it had been played on for too long and that it was dying of too much attention from annoying little children. He looked around for a place to sit, not wanting to be around the over active boys and girls he settled for a tree far off in the distance, it was an oak tree and as he got closer he noticed it was hollow and that there was a huge hole at the base of the bark. It was big enough for him to slip into but the hole wasn't what caught his eyes, it was the feet sticking out of the hole that interested him, "Uh… Hello?" He said.
The feet jerked back, as if whoever owned the two limbs was shocked to hear someone else's voice. Zexion stepped back as he watched a body crawl out of the hole and crawl to a standing position. The body was male, a clear head taller than Zexion. "Hi! You must be new! I'm Demyx but my friends call me Dem, Demy or Dem-Dem! You can call me whatever!" The boy, now known as Demyx said with a grin that could even make the grumpiest of people smile. But not Zexion, no, the slated male was too speechless to see this… This boy who had weird hair style known to man. "Hello? Are you even listening?" Demyx said, waving a hand in front of Zexion's face. He soon pulled out of his trance with a shake of his head, "S-Sorry, I'm Zexion. Nice to meet you." He replied with a slight stutter, "Are you new here? I haven't seen you around town." The blond spoke, still grinning. They continued the conversation by sitting under the shaded part of the tree, until they had to part ways, both decided to meet again under the same tree and same time.
It was half passed 6 o' clock when Zexion got home, right around the time the sun went down of course. He walked in on an unsettling but normal sight, his mother on the floor crying with new cuts and bruises. She looked up at him; her eyes were warning him that the same thing would happen to him. The boy gritted his teeth and hurriedly ran up the stairs to his room at the back. Once inside he locked the door and let out a relieved sigh. "Hello son." Came a rough sounding voice laced with venom, "Get over here." The voice ordered, Zexion turned around and saw his drunken father, holding a beer can in one hand and his very own pants and boxers in the other. The slate haired male began to tear up; this was the third time in one month…
/That concludes the first chappy! I hope you enjoyed it. Review please! Your advice and comments are appreciated and welcomed!