First chapter is just a starter, so it's rather short. I promise after this one, the others normally shouldn't fall under 3000 words. You'll find this story starts out a little more T-rated, but as it gets more into it, will earn its M. That's is of course, assuming you ignore the foul language.
As per usual, own nothing but this plot~
My House is on Fire?
Chapter 1.
"Come back here ya little cocksucker"
"Hey!"
"Fuck this shit."
"Essays, my ass…"
"What the fuck!"
"So I said-"
"Please, don't!"
"No way in hell, dude."
"Shut the fuck up, man!"
Today was one of those days he wished he checked his pockets before putting his jeans in the laundry. One simple check, that's all it would have taken, and he would have been able to drown out the noise that was the smoker's pit. Why didn't they make all mp3 players waterproof?
Well, it could have been worse.
It could have been him Seifer was throwing into the puddle of mud. It had happened before on occasion. Alright, often. The blonde teen seemed to just know who to target these days. It was his curse, Zexion reasoned. His own damned curse. Frail figure, soft features. Why the hell hadn't he grown to look his age like the others had? Sure he'd been a bit of a late bloomer, since we're being so goddamn honest today, but it appeared he'd come to a stop in the growth spurt. Fuck, why they hell couldn't he of managed another few inches? Five foot five was a far cry from the average height of a 17 year old male.
"Hey man, that's my lighter!"
"Correction; WAS your light. Fuck off. Go back to your Science wing, lamer."
Cold blue eyes darted around the crowd of smokers, challenging anyone who dared to look up. Zexion knew better to cast a glance in the older boy's direction. He knew far too well what would happen to him. Eyes half lidded, and gaze on the mucky ground, the teen continued his cigarette in peace. It was easiest to try and blend with the grey of the building, he found. His hair nearly matched it, as did the dark shades of his skin-tight jeans and hoodie. It was only the paleness of his skin that could ever possibly draw attention to him.
"Hey kid, scoot over." It wasn't a question, yet it wasn't harsh. Definitely not Seifer. Violet eyes opened to look upwards into green; emerald green of the most brilliant kind.
"You hear me?" the older teen asked, bending down slightly, attempting to look directly inside the hoodie to the frail boy before him.
"Uh-yeah. Sure." Zexion shifted over, flicking his cigarette as he went. "No problem." He knew his voice could barely be heard over the chaos no more than three feet away, but was relatively sure he would be. Flaming red hair and green eyes; there was only two of those in the school, and it was easy enough to tell the brothers apart. This one had repeated his grade less times, and was by far the more troublesome. Axel, Oblivion Secondary school's resident pyromaniac.
"Thanks man." Axel leaned against the shed in almost the identical fashion as the younger boy, though his head tilted back to touch the cold steel lightly. Running one hand through his spastic red locks, he sighed heavily, staring up into the dismal grey sky that late September afternoon.
"How come I hardly see you around here? Or at least, I never hear ya." The question was asked into the air, but Zexion knew it was meant for him. There was no one else who would have heard. Not with the fight starting further along the shed wall.
"Keep to myself." He shrugged, finishing his smoke, he tossed it into a puddle and watched the end smoulder. The sound of a Zippo flipping open signalled Axel was lighting his own next to him as Zexion started to remove himself from the wall.
"Where ya goin'? Lunch break aint over yet."
"No more smokes on me."
"Borrow one of mine." Zexion stopped dead in his tracks. Axel was offering him something? He didn't even know the kid! Why would the pyromaniac even think to acknowledge him in the first place? Say no. Say no. SAY IT.
"No thanks. I think I've destroyed my internal organs enough for today."
"Well then at least keep me company."
What. The. Fuck.
"Kay." Zexion slumped back against the shed wall, violet eyes half lidded as he watched the actions of the other smokers.
"So like, what grade are you in? Are you even allowed to be out here?"
Zexion may have twitched slightly in agitation.
"Twelve. I'm almost 17, so yes. I am allowed out here." He cast a rather quick glare up at the older teen before turning back to the fight that was now more of a flailing mass of mud on the ground.
"Almost, huh?" The was a bit of a chuckle. "We're you born on Christmas, or do you just radiate sunshine and happiness all on your own?" Axel's sarcasm was somehow far less irritating than rumours said. Actually, it hardly bothered Zexion at all. Though, almost anything that wasn't useless noise or painful didn't bother Zexion.
"December 17th. Almost." With a shrug, the slate haired teen glanced towards the school's main building where a burly teen accompanied by a smaller female were making their way towards the pit. Fuu and Rai, Seifer's Lackeys. Perhaps, Axel's presence would be enough to keep them occupied with the younger, sometimes smaller students at the shed.
"So, do you have any classes with a kid named Roxas Hill?"
Wait, what? Roxas as in the blonde twin of that kid Zexion's cousin Riku was always with, Roxas?
"No, he's still a year younger than me. Grade eleven." Zexion watched Axel bite his lip in thought at his response. Single visible eye growing a bit wider, the younger boy gathered better footing in case he might topple over at the thoughts running amuck in his mind. "Why? You're not gunna fight the kid or something are you?"
"What? Oh- No! no! nothing like that!" the red head waved his hands franticly in front of him. "I'd never wanna fight that kid! I'd be afraid to actually hurt 'im!"
"So why then?" Roxas was possibly one of the most popular kids in grade eleven, yes, even for a scene kid. He and Zexion had spoken once, maybe twice. No, just once. When they were both battered and bruised, sitting in the office along with every other kid who had the slightest emo to scene tendencies. Emo-beat-down Day. It DOES exist. Facebook it. But, what did Axel care about this kid? Axel had some what of the same clothing style, but that was about the only thing to connect him to Roxas, so why would someone like Axel ever be asking Zexion, who had about the same amount of connection, about him?
"No reason." Green eyes were quick to dart away, appearing distracted.
No Reason, huh? Zexion crossed his arms over his chest. It was if Axel was asking about Roxas like the blonde were a girl. A girl he was- wait what? Oh wow. That was frustrating. If his assumptions were correct, Axel was asking Zexion about Roxas because he was interested. Interested in the relationship sense! Yes, as awkward and cute as that may have been…
"Goddamn stereotyping." The words escaped him, but his hand flew to his mouth shortly after in realization. Oh yes, ask the kid who appears to be Emo about a boy-crush. Fuck you, society.
"What'd ya say? I didn't catch it." Axel leaned down a little bit, hoping to hear the words repeated.
"Nothing. I'm gunna go inside." Zexion stepped away quickly, colliding with the solid form that was Rai. The force of walking straight into the wall that was the Jock knocked the slate haired teen backwards and off his feet. Eyes shut tight for impact in the muddy ground, Zexion bit his lip. Ground never came.
Strong hands put him back on his feet, and a certain redhead could be heard chuckling lightly at his side.
"What the fuck, ya know?" Rai exclaimed, Turning to stare down at the thin teen who had opted for cowering against the tin shed. Roughly grabbing the boy's grey hoodie, he pulled Zexion forward, almost hoisting him off the ground.
"Calm down, you know he didn't mean to." Axel groaned, rolling his eyes as he moved to retrieve the younger teen, flicking the end of his cigarette light before taking another drag.
"Kid's gotta watch where he's goin', ya know?" Without much effort, the tanned boy shoved Zexion back towards the shed carelessly.
"Oblivious." Fuu stated, remaining next to the other.
"Yeah, yeah, go run along to Seifer. I'm sure you've got better things to do." Axel nearly spat the name before turning to check on the teen who's ass he'd just saved getting pummeled. There was an empty space against the shed wall where a certain slate haired teen was supposed to be. However, there was a small figure walking along the path that led back to the school's back doors, and they didn't appear to be turning around any time soon.