A/C: I took this story down for a while for revision then realized that there isn't much I can do without completely rewriting the entire story, which I don't have the time or patience to do. I made some minimal changes to the first several chapters, but to those who are farmiliar with it I don't think it's worth rereading to find.

I promised I'd put up the next two chapters when I re-uploaded the story, but I'm about halfway through chapter 10. I'll have it finished by the weekend, hopefully, but I suck at. y'know. Not sucking.

Also, there are some fanarts at the bottom of my profile. Mostly stuff drawn by me, but still...

Mr. Xemnas was talking, which inevitably means no one was listening. Demyx was one of those people. He sat, cheek squished ruthlessly against his palm, waiting for the ecstatic ring of the dismissal bell to bring him back to life. Mr. Xemnas was reminding them of a test monday, the words bouncing off the dirty brunette's dirty brunette hair. Of course, just as the teacher was beginning to end his speech the bell rang, half the class fled before he could dismiss them. Demyx was not one of these. Xigbar poked him with a pencil in between stuffing his backpack with a binder, two textbooks and several tons of loose papers. "Ah, Mister Mulligan. I'd like to see you after class."

With a glance at the one who spoke, Mr. Xemnas, and noting that he wasn't being spoken to, Demyx stood and shoved the contents of his desk into his book bag. Xigbar stood up and kicked his chair leg towards the desk in unison with Demyx, and headed to the door without waiting for his friend. "Hey, Xig, wait up!" Demyx called, stopping at the teacher's desk to pick up two skateboards located beside it. Quickening his pace, he met his friend at the door and handing him one of the boards.

"Not my fault you're so damn slow." Xigbar snorted, making his way down the hall. Demyx considered running after, him, but began to walk in slow motion just for spite. Behind him, Xemnas closed to door and heard a soft click as it was locked. Just what was he planning on doing in there? Wasn't there still a student in there? Overtaken by curiosity, he stopped. There were no windows save for one on the door, which was tall. Across the room from the door was Mr. Xemnas' desk and another window. They thought they were so damn clever by hiding from the window, but Demyx could see a reflection in the second window across the room.

He wasn't exactly sure what he saw, and prayed it was a trick of the light. He had to try with all his might not to puke. Inside, was a boy in his class. Zexion something-or-other, real recluse. He never talked to anybody, and Demyx always figured he was a nerd. But he was in Summer School, along with Demyx and Xigbar. So if he didn't study and didn't have friends, what the hell did he do in his free time?

Get groped by old people, apparently. Zexion stood there, staring at the ground. Mr. Xemnas was behind him, one hand working at Zexion's pants zipper. Slowly, as if in a trance, the boy's head lifted up. There was no way Demyx could have been seen. But then how and why did the boy's reflection seem to dig into his very soul? The skater felt something spark--he saw something in the younger's eyes. Fear, perhaps. With calmness that surprised even himself, he knocked timidly on the door. There was a scuffling and a curse before the lock clicked and the door opened. Mr. Xemnas stood there, and Demyx almost believed that what he saw had not been real. Until he looked behind him, Zexion in the same position, with the same eyes boring into his skull.

"I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your class today." Demyx said with a broad smile.

"I am in the middle of a tutoring session-"

"You teach enlgish, not sex ed." Demyx informed the old goat with a smirk. "Besides, me and Zexion are going somewhere. Right Zexy?" Xemnas and Demyx both looked at him expectantly. Slowly, Zexion nodded, almost in a trance. "Great! Let's go, Zexy!" Pushing past their teacher, he grabbed Zexion's hand and led him out of the room. Mr. Xemnas was still frigid from the 'sex ed' comment, and made no move to stop them. Demyx ran down the hall with Zexion in tow, turned a corner, and stopped. "What the fuck, man?"

"...That had nothing to do with you."

"Doesn't mean I can't butt in." Demyx pointed out, walking with Zexion towards the outer door. His fingers twitched to put the skateboard down and ride, but even in summer school that was against the rules. Zexion didn't answer, until they left the air-conditioned building into the blazing June heat. Oh, joy.

"Thanks." He said, his voice firm. Turning, he walked off towards the road. Demyx blinked in confusion. He wasn't experienced with this kind of thing, but he figured if he just saved someone from being raped then a little more conversation would take place. Setting down his board, he kicked off from the sidewalk and dumbly followed Zexion. It occured to him then that Zexion was the one Mr. Xemnas asked to stay after class. Zexion Mulligan.

"Hey! Hey, dude!" Xigbar called from a tree by the side of the road. It was still on school grounds, he must have been waiting for Demyx. Raising a hand, he gave Zexion a wave and a half hearted 'see ya!' before skating over to his friend. Xigbar wasn't a bad guy, but ask anyone and they'll tell you that Xigbar Bullet does not know when to quit. He didn't quit when he messed up a kickflip and the board broke his jaw, giving him a rather nasty scar on his cheek. He didn't quit when he ollied into a pole, he can barely see out of his left eye because of that. He did quit however, when his mother took his board and made him promise to never skate again.

But hey. Promises were made to be broken.

"So whats up with you hanging out with little boy sunshine over there?" Xigbar asked sarcastically, barely trying to cover the disdain in his eyes as he skated backwards.

"Turn around, fucktard." Demyx laughed, giving his friend a push. "What are you, jelous?"

"You never know, man. You've got a nice ass..." His board slowed and he fell behind Demyx, tilting his head to the side. Demyx knew he was teasing, but he also knew that Xigbar was the biggest cockmuncher at South High. Everyone knew, especially since two days ago he and Marluxia were practically inseparable. Wait, no, Marluxia was the biggest cockmuncher at South High. He was co-captain of the Cheerleading squad for fuck's sake! But they broke up, mostly because Xigbar was getting shit for it.

"You ride ahead of me." Demyx stopped his board and looked back at his friend. Xigbar just laughed.

"But, really, dude, what's with you and that little ball of emo?" Xigbar asked as they turned the corner to the back of the local grocery store. They did most of their skating here, because there weren't many security guards here. Demyx didn't answer, instead he ollied onto the hill behind the store. Stopping his board, he sat down in the grass. Xigbar stopped in front of him and looked down at the brunette. "You okay, man?"

"I'm fine. It's just hot as shit out here." Xigbar nodded, accepting that. He kicked off and out of sight, Demyx really didn't care. Xigbar didn't skate much since he hurt his eye, he never really did tricks anymore. Just skated around, but no one but Demyx really knew that. Since the incident a year ago, Xigbar was actually more in to surfing. They lived a ways from a beach, so they didn't do it often, but he told Demyx he liked it better that skateboarding. Demyx had hit him for saying that.

"I was just walking with him." Demyx called out after a moment, not sure if Xigbar could hear him and was too lazy to check. "He's weird."

"Not one for pillow talk, eh?" Xigbar sneered, sitting down in the grass by Demyx' feet. Demyx almost smiled at the irony, but restrained himself.

"I bet you were with your widdle Marwly." Demyx tore a handful of grass from the earth and tossed it at Xigbar. Sitting up, he tucked strands of hair behind his ears. "Goddamnit, the head is frying my brain."

"I figured that happened years ago."

"Screw you. I'm gonna go home. We have a test tomorrow or something, right?"

"Why don't you come over for dinner?"

"Doesn't your mom hate me, or something?"

"She thinks you're a bad influence." Xigbar explains.

"Yeah… she hates me." Shrugging, Demyx stood and grabbed his board, dusting grass off his jeans with one hand.

"Wait!" Demyx stopped, giving his friend a glance

"Yeah? What?"

"Y-you know Luxord? Luxord Cromwell?" Demyx grinned wildly, he saw that look in Xigbar's eyes. The man was blushing, tearing the same blade of grass into itty bitty pieces. But Demyx figured that his friend wouldn't date for a while, at least until the rainbow jokes lessened slightly.

"Yah isn't he soooo dreamy?" Demyx mocked in his best prissy voice, waving limp-wristed to Xigbar.

"…Forget it."

"I'm kidding, dude. I'm sure he's a monster in the sack—"

"I'm leaving."