A/N: Okay so... This is based off a dream I had. Yes. I had a Marluxia-Vexen Pedo dream. But it was one of those dreams that makes you feel all bubbly when you wake up XD The name is the name of the song I listened to while writing this and it'll play a part in it later XD I'll try to update this quicker than my other fics. o_o;;
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The perfect boarding school. In the perfect town- with perfect students walking through perfect halls to their perfect dorms- where they could see the perfect fountain- and perfect garden- the perfect students pass on the way to there perfect lives.
Everything was absolutely perfect. Except Marluxia's world. He had three friends. Larxene, an ex model with a vengeance problem- Her old agency paying her way through the school. The born-to-be-convict, Axel, sent here on a second chance scholarship. The final addition was Saix- who was nothing more than a family friend of the man who ran the school. The thing about the group of four was that, Larxene aside, none of them had the money to get into the school otherwise.
Marluxia had gotten in because he had no where else to go. He never knew his father and his mother was constantly in and out of rehab. At first, he stayed with his grandparents, but over the summer they'd gotten in a car crash and died. In their will, they left Marluxia money to pay his way into the school with recomendation from his grandfather (Who had also gone to the school as a child).
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The first warning bell rang while Marluxia was still in bed. He groaned in response to the sound, in attempt to be dramatic, he rolled onto the floor. Karma was also wanting to be dramatic, and he smashed his face into the open drawer of his bedside table. Screaming- he jumped up, holding his hands over his face. His red-headed companion and roommate sat up quickly. Blinking a few times he grumbled something under his breath and fell back into his bed.
Shaking his head, Marluxia pulled himself off the floor and threw on his clothes quickly, avoiding any other injury. He took two steps out of the door, froze and ran back inside, some how managing to run a brush vigorously through his hair and put eyeliner on at the same time. Shamefully, mornings usually started this way.
As he rushed into his first period writing class, he tripped over something that didn't catch his eyes and fell into his seat next to Larxene. She laughed at him, though she was laughing at him before he fell. He was breathing heavily for a few seconds before looking at her nervously. Larxene had a rather frightening laugh. It wasn't exactly loud to her speaking- or even that bad of a laugh on it's own. But if you compared the pitch to her speaking voice you'd think she was a bat trying to use echo location. He took a deep breath, preparing for the worst and asked quietly "What?".
Larxene leaned over and "whispered" in his ear. The problem was- everything about Larxene was loud. Her whisper was the equivalent of talking to someone two seats down. "You're wearing Axel's pants." She giggled and pulled away. He reluctantly looked down at himself, and so did the rest of the class. And like the rest of the class- he knew she was right. The pants were a great deal longer than his own were, dragging on the ground. Likely the reason he'd tripped. But that wasn't the bad part. Axel was also a great deal skinnier than Marluxia was. So the fabric of the pants clung to Marluxia's legs much tighter than his own did- showing every feature he'd possesed. He didn't have bad legs, but it didn't help him fight off the rumor of his sexuality.
The biggest problem was actually the biggest. It's not something the men in the locker rooms didn't already know- but something he wished the girls didn't. Marluxia was rather- large compared to the other guys in the school, and the skin-tight fabric showed that quite nicely.
He groaned, his head hitting the desk as he folded his arms over his lap. "It's not going to be a good day..." He mumbled over the giggles of the girls in the room. Larxene started to say something- changing the subject- but the teacher fell through the door. "Hey class! Sorry I'm late! You guy's ain't gunna believe what happened on my way here!" He said excitedly. The class just stared at him as he flopped a pile of books on the desk. "What? No hello?" He said crossing his arms with a false angered expression. "Hello Xigbar..." The class laughed in unison. All but Marluxia who was miserably beating his head on the desk. The school rule was that the teachers be called by name as a student would. It was supposed to make them closer to the teachers but the only one that it seemed to work with was Xigbar.
He started to explain why he was late- it was likely a lie of course. But it made the class more interesting, and that's what it was about. Lying. It was creative writing. Marluxia wasn't paying attention at all when Xigbar broke off his sentence and called his name a few times. Larxene finally nudged him and he jumped up, staring blankly at the teacher. Again, the class was staring at him.
"Uh... You alright dude? Not sick are ya?" He wrinkled his nose abit and narrowed his visable eye. One was covered with an eye patch. He lost one in a car accident when he was little he said- he had a false one underneath the patch- but he liked the dramatic effect of the patch. It also matched the scar on the opposite side of his face abit better than a glass eye.
"No.." Marluxia replied- putting his head back on the table. "Oh. Then there's no reason for you to not come up here and present your homework from last –" - "Yes there is!" Marluxia blurted, then covered his mouth. Xigbar gave him a skeptical look and the class laughed. "Then why not?"
"I forgot it." He lied.
"Then I'll give you a pass and you can get it from your dorm." Xigbar said pulling open a drawer.
"I for-" He started to lie again, but realized this would be a good chance to change his pants. He made his way to the desk and Xigbar handed him the pass. He half ran out the door with his bag and sighed in relief. He started to run, in a hurry to get into normal clothes. Though he should have known from both earlier experience and the way the day was going that it wouldn't be so easy.
He tripped on the pants again, hitting the ground and landing on his head. He slid a good ten feet, thanks to the freshly waxed floors and crashed into the ankles of another student. So he thought-.
The last thing he heard was screaming. A man screaming. Then he woke up in the nurses office. He sat up slowly, only to get yelled at again. "Lay! Down!" The same voice screamed and he fell back immediately. The Nurse- Ms. Gainsborough was leaning over him with a pair of tweezers but that was the only person he could see. And he'd heard her before. She was NOT a loud man. Or so he hoped. He laid perfectly still as the tweezers poked inside his arm. He hissed in and she apologized multiple times before stating she was done with "That part". Before proceeding to dump alcohol from his shoulder to his elbow.. The entire area burned and was then cool. Then he realized his shirt was missing. "You can sit up now." She explained and he sat up slowly, trying to find the voice. It took him a few glances to notice the tall pale man in the corner of the room, his stark white outfit blending perfectly with the walls. It was his science teacher. Vexen.
He had to think hard of a few seconds before remembering what happened. He'd tripped and slid into Vexen, who dropped some glass object onto Marluxia's head. From what he could feel- his head was somehow unharmed in the mess- at least externally, seeming as he was obviously knocked out cold.
"You're going to need to rest for a day at least. I can give you a note for at least three but If you want to go back to class before then please do. You aren't to hurt. A few mild cuts and a nice bump on your head. But what could you expect? Getting knocked on the head by a jar?" She rambled, but Marluxia wasn't paying the slightest bit off attention. He was to busy staring at the bright eyes of his teacher. Confused as to how they could be both concerned and annoyed.
Vexen seemed to notice Marluxia staring and turned his head, forcing an angered expression. "You're lucky I'm not making you pay to replace the items you broke..." He scoffed, "Please, Let me escort you to your room before I return to my class." He offered, though the tone was more of a demand than an offer. Marluxia nodded and stood up, walking with falter towards the door. Vexen, held the door open for him and placed a hand on Marluxia's back lightly as he guided him out of the room. His hand held contact as it slid to his mid back before pulling it away.
Marluxia shivered, but Vexen didn't notice. He was looking down at Marluxia with a strange look. Marluxia frowned and slunk back nervously, trying to figure out why the man was staring. Though, he regretted wanting to know when Vexen spoke. "I'm not quite sure those pants are within school regulation..." He said sternly and Marluxia's face light up. "I-I accidentally grabbed my roommates pants." He explained and Vexen nodded slowly before staring silently infront of him as he made his way into the dorms.
"I can make it from here..." Marluxia said shakily, clenching and unclenching his fist awkwardly. "Very well." Vexen said and turned on his heel with out question. Walking away from the pink haired student with out problem, leaving him to wonder why he wished the man had protested.