Ugh. I'm depressed right now. So I shall not take this time to write Oblivious, like I should be writing, and I'll make this instead.

Why am I doing KH again...? 'Cause there's a diversity of characters. Each one has it's own personality. It might be a fan-made personality, but it works. So... why gay all the time?

... Why not gay all the time? O-o It's what I like.

So here I go, doing gay KH again. Deal with it.


Death as Pension

Chapter 1:

"My Love for Him"

I fidgeted in my chair, glancing at the clock every three seconds. The lecture was going to be done in about a minute, and I had a special date with my boyfriend. Well, maybe it wasn't so special. We went out and did something every day after school. And every weekend. And every... night of the weekend.

With that, I spaced out for a split second, which of course was interrupted by the bell. 'Damn that thing for having the wrong timing!' I cursed. Picking up my stuff, I ran out the door and down the hall, outside and to the tree my boyfriend and I always met at. It only took half a minute or so for him to be seen walking out the building. I packed up before the bell, while he packed up after it, so he was usually slightly later than me coming out.

"Demyx," he said simply as he walked up to me. He saw my backpack on the ground, so he followed suit in dropping his own books and things down. I pounced up to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Zexion!" I exclaimed more brightly than him. "You're late."

"As usual."

"As usual. Where do you wanna go today?"

"I thought about your outburst yesterday..." I beamed, recalling how I had the brilliant idea of getting matching tattoos. "And I absolutely refuse. But," he added, noticing how my face fell, "I can live with matching rings."

That cheered me up big time. "Hurrah! We're going ring shopping! I know just the place. It's down in the mall. Y'know, by Warm Topic (AN: wtf...), your emo store?"

"Yes yes, calm down. Let's go."

"WHOO!"

And that's how our Friday afternoon started.


"How about this one?"

"Too flamboyant."

"This one?"

"That's a girl ring."

"Um... this one?"

"That was the first one you pointed out."

"Agh! You pick one, then!"

Zexion, leaned over the glass case and stared at the rings for a whole two minutes. I thought he had totally spaced out and was going to shake him when he spoke again.

"I like this one." I peered at the ring he was pointing to and grinned. It was relatively simple, with a silver base and an amethyst set into a small, semi-intricate frame at the top. Zexion liked purple, and said it looked particularly good on me, since I had blonde hair.

I immediately consented, being a fan of purple myself, and pulled out my wallet to pay my share. Zexion swiped it from me stared at me.

"Do you really think I will let you pay for this?"

"I'm the one that brought the idea up," I snorted. Actually, I assumed that he would pay for it, but I got my wallet out just in case. Openly assuming that the other will pay seems... rude.

"Whatever." He hit me on the head with the edge of the wallet, and I grabbed it from him. "Excuse me," he said to a passing-by cashier, "I'd like two of these, please." Zexion gave our sizes, his smaller than mine because of his ridiculously skinny build. He handed me the correct ring, and I inspected it closely before putting it on my left ring finger.

That made Zexion laugh.

I smiled and watched as he mirrored my placement of the ring. Then I glanced at my watch. It was 4:30.

"Zexy, let's go watch a movie at your house."

He looked up, slightly distressed. "My house? I don't know, Dem... you know my parents..."

I nodded. His parents were drug addicts. Luckily, he wasn't physically abused or beaten, they definitely caused him emotional stress. I guessed that it was why he loved me so much. His parents barely paid any attention to him.

"Yes," I murmured, "I know. But my parents are home all night, and I know yours probably aren't..."

He eyes seemed to glaze over for a second, then he returned to reality and smiled at me. "Okay, but let me check inside first." I nodded again, and we exited the jewelry store to go to Zexion's car on the other side of the mall.

We entered Zexion's small neighborhood on the edge of the bad side of town. Sometimes police would be seen arresting a drug dealer or breaking up a fight on the main street Zexion's house was on. Luckily (or maybe unluckily?), Zexion's parents hadn't been caught yet. But we both knew it was only a matter of time.

Zexion pulled up into his dirt driveway and motioned for me to stay in the car. There wasn't another car in the driveway, but that was expected; Zexion's parents didn't own a car. They took his when they needed it. They didn't have a set yearly income, either, since both were jobless. Money was earned from prostitution and the like, but they were both constantly stoned, so neither cared. Zexion managed to keep the house running by stealing the money his parents earned from their 'jobs'. He would get a job himself, but then his parents would get mad because the car was never home, and he liked hanging out with me more anyways. They got by with what he did.

Soon Zexion's head poked out from behind the building and nodded. I got out of the car and inside the house. Indoors, you could tell what Zexion had bought with his saved, stolen money. The TV, computer, fridge, and almost all his room furniture and electronics were things that he bought.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Zexion asked me, going over to his collection of DVD's (existent in the house again thanks to his stealing. I swear, his mom is like, a super prostitute or something. Which is a horrible thing to say) and scanning over them. He threw out a couple of his ideas onto the floor—the DVDs, I mean—and I looked over them, finally pointing to one of the first color versions of Dracula. Zexion raised an eyebrow at me, then shook his head, smiling, and put it in the player.

I scrambled over the the couch and immediately pounced on Zexion when he joined me. "At least let me start the movie," he smirked," so that we don't have a repeat of last time where the disc didn't even get into the player." I fidgeted until he pressed the play button, and then glanced over at him. He was staring at the TV, looking smug. I cocked my head and clung to him. And I was promptly shoved off without even a glance.

He was playing with me!

I retreated to the other end of the couch and managed to get through half the movie before I started glancing at Zexion again. Once more, I tried to cuddle. Once more, I was thrown off. So I did what anyone would do—I pinned him to the couch and sat on him. I'd only seen a smirk that big on Zexion a couple times.

Leaning down, I bit his lower lip in punishment before kissing them in reward for acceptance. Zexion immediately responded, moving his lips to mine, already grinding up against me despite having only started. I inwardly patted myself on the back in mirth.

Zexion was struggling to get my shirt over my head, and I helped him along, breaking the kiss for only a split second to assist with his shirt once mine was off. Kissing the corner of his mouth, I trailed down his cheekbone and to his neck, where I nipped at a spot of skin before sucking it and giving a reassuring kiss. I went down past his collarbone, my tongue tracing the contours of his hidden muscles and feeling the vibrations of his light, slightly restrained groans.

I stopped dead at his pants waistband when I heard the door open.

A woman stumbled in from outside, muttering jibberish to herself. I recognized her as Zexion's mom, but of course you didn't have to know her to make that assumption. She seemed to pay no mind to the TV that was on, and proceeded to stagger to her room down the hall. When we heard the door close, both Zexion and I hurriedly jumped up. Zexion turned off the TV and DVD player, and I collected our shirts and shoes.

Zexion's room door shut quietly behind me as the owner closed it, and I threw the clothes I had on the floor and piled myself onto the bed. I felt the bed cave in next to me, and fingers found their way to my back. We stayed like that for a couple minutes, Zexion running his fingers up my spine, and me spacing out into nothing.

But we both jumped into alertness when we heard the front door open again. It was Zexion's father.

I don't know why we act like this around Zexion's parents. I only do it because Zexion gets paranoid and scared if I speak up or do anything around them, so I've learned to stay silent and do what he does. Silence became a learned reflex after a while of performing this drill, and my mind immediately reacts in fear of their coming. There's just something about his parents that makes you want to get out of their way. Like I said before, they aren't abusive. I've confirmed that by the many times I've seen Zexion naked. They're more... intrusive, and have no modesty whatsoever when it comes to getting close to someone. It hasn't happened to me, thank god, but I've seen it happen to Zexion.

The door closed up the hall, signaling that his dad was out of hearing range, and after a while of silence, Zexion spoke. Or more like whispered.

"I," he smiled meekly, "am totally not in the mood anymore."

"Don't worry about it. That gave me a bad scare, too." I looked at Zexion's clock and was surprised to find that it was only seven. It seemed later. I held up my hand, inspecting the ring Zexion had bought for me.

"Let's go somewhere," I said in a slightly louder voice. "It's not very late, and lots of places are still open. Your parents are probably going to stay in their room for the rest of the night."

Zexion nodded. "How about dinner?"

"Dinner... sounds great." We both got up and put our shirts and shoes on, and tromped wearily out to the car, making sure we didn't make too much noise upon exiting. After a second of arguing on where we should go for dinner, Zexion drove us off in the direction of MickDonalds. It was my choice, as I liked all the different uses of ice cream they had. And there was soda.

There was also regular food, but no one goes to MickDonalds for that stuff.

Zexion went through the drive-thru so he could 'drive us somewhere as we ate.' Where this was going to be, I didn't know. So I just sucked on the straw of my Double-Thick shake in contentment as Zexion drove to this 'somewhere.' He was obviously in a better mood, because he kept starting conversations with me about school and video games and such. I kept up my side of the conversation, but eventually each one would die out until the car was filled with a comfortable silence.

About an hour of driving later, we came up to a plain looking building that was blasting music and light. I instantly perked up. This was the Twilight Zone, my favorite hang-out place that was restricted to me due to it's distance away from home. I grinned up (due to my slouching) at Zexion, who simply unbuckled his seatbelt and started towards the building, me following behind him not too long afterwards.


We got back to Zexion's house not too much later—it was only about one in the morning. I took care not to get too drunk this time around, so I was only a bit tipsy. However, I didn't have to be blind drunk to molest Zexion up against a wall.

Which I did, by the way. I was annoyed with our interrupted session from before, and I really wanted to molest something. So, as he reached to get his house key (he locked the house whenever he went out as a habit) from the top of the porch light, I pinned him to the wall beside the door and molested him to death.

Or, at least, it would've been to death. Zexion pushed me off forcefully in the middle of it, and before I could even growl in irritation, spun me around so I could take a good look at the car driving up into his driveway.

It took a second to click, but it ended up clicking. Only Zexion had a car. Why was this one driving up?

The car's lights turned off, and Zexion took that chance to tug me around the corner of the house and out of sight of the person walking up to the door. They tried the handle and found it was locked, so I thought they would either look for the key or drive away, but neither happened. Instead, they took a key out of their pocket, turned in the door handle, and walked in.

Both of us were speechless. That stranger had a key to Zexion's house!

We didn't talk for a whole ten minutes as we listened to the person rummage throughout the house. Another five minutes passed of silence. I was about to suggest sneaking inside to see what was going on, when...

...We heard a gunshot sound from inside.

My first reaction was to turn to Zexion and cover his ears. I don't know why, but it seemed the right thing to do. He didn't seem to react at first, but when we heard another shot and a muffled scream, Zexion struggled in my arms to get free.

And to my great devastation, he succeeded.

I watched as he bolted inside to check on his parents, and, unthinkingly, I ran after him. It took me a second for my eyes to adjust from the light of the porch to the dark of the house, and when they finally focused, my breath left me.

A man, around the age of twenty-five with silver hair and wild orange eyes, had Zexion pinned to the wall by his neck, gun to his head.

And that image of that man stuck permanently in my head as I heard the third gunshot of that night.


Yargh. :twitch: This almost made me cry when I typed it. Done in two separate days, and today (the second day) I'm not nearly as depressed as I was the first.

Tried to keep them in character this chapter, but it's going to get weird in the next chapters. This story won't be long... three, maybe four chapters at the most, about this long. But I'm guessing.

Ha. Thought that little lime was going to lead somewhere, huh? If no, you were right. Because I'm too pansy to write lemon. I read it, but I don't have the guts or the experience to write it. :is shamed:

Do you like my company names? I don't feel like doing a... whatchmacallit. Disclaimer. Yeah. I'm going to bed. It's twelve, and the caffeine I consumed earlier is going away. Ugh. Nigh'-night. :snore: