Demyx lives in a world where it's basically a crime to have an inhuman power. In fear of being caught, his family moves to a completely new town where he meets people out of the ordinary. Turns out they're just like him - they each have an unique power. But it's a dangerous and risky thing to let others know of your power or to get caught using it when the government threatens to lock up anyone proven to have a power. Demyx and his new friends are going to have to trust each other as they attempt not to get caught by the government.
New start, another chance, new start, another chance. The words rang through Demyx's head as he walked down the street. They were the same words his mother told him multiple times during their move to town. Now that they were settled in the new house in an entirely new town, it was time for his first day of school. His mother gave him the same speech she did every time they moved somewhere new, don't worry about standing out, make new friends, be yourself, and don't use your powers.
He had no problem with the other things, mostly he just had trouble using his powers around others. It was one of the reasons his family has moved so much. His powers have been seen by others before and he's been lucky to not actually get caught. No one figured out it was him and no one would once they moved. If he got caught using his powers he'd be taken away.
People with powers were seen as inhuman, unnatural. It was almost a crime to have a power. Anyone who is seen with one is taken almost immediately to an excluded building run by the government. From then on you're to live there until classified safe for the outside world. The staff took awful care of those with powers – at least from what Demyx has heard of it. He's even heard rumors saying scientists are allowed to experiment on them. The last thing he wanted was to get taken away.
Lost in thought, the blonde hardly realized he was nearing his new school until a few other teenagers pushed passed him to get through the gates. He paused in his steps and looked up at the building before slowly making his way to it. First he needed to find the office to get his schedule and textbooks.
He walked across the campus, the distance from the gates to the front doors actually not much but his nerves making it seem bigger. He could feel the eyes of other students. It was after all the middle of the school year, no doubt he stuck out easily. Pushing the doors open and stepping inside, Demyx let out a small sigh of relief. There were only a few other students in here – not too many to make him feel uncomfortable.
Glancing around the room briefly, the blonde made his way to one of the desks with a woman sitting behind it. Upon his arrival she glanced up and offered assistance. Demyx quickly told her that he was new and needed his schedule and books, giving his name when asked for it. "Here you go," she said and handed him a piece of paper from a filing drawer. "To get your books go on and wait by that door," she told him and gestured to a closed door. "I'll call for someone to let you in and help find what you need."
"Thank you," Demyx murmured before stepping away from the desk and going to wait by the door. He didn't have to wait long until one of the students in the office came to his side, taking a key given by the staff member to unlock the door. The student barely glanced at Demyx before pushing the door open and going into the room. Demyx followed, letting the door fall closed behind him. The room was small, the walls lined with shelves that held neatly organized textbooks. There weren't any windows and the other boy turned the light on once the door was closed.
"Let me see your schedule," the boy said and held his hand out. Demyx quickly handed his schedule to him and watched as he looked it over before moving to the shelves. Unsure of what to do, Demyx remained by the door, his eyes wandering the room until they fell back on the other boy. A habit he had was eyeing – nearly staring at – people he just met and this boy was no exception. Thanks to his sexuality, Demyx tended to look at other boys longer than he did girls.
Demyx continued to eye the other boy as he came back to him and handed him a couple books. He moved to take them, but wasn't focused on holding them as much as he was looking at the boy's face now that he was actually facing Demyx. Once the other's grip on the books was gone, they instancing slipped through Demyx's fingers and fell to the floor.
The books never hit the floor though. Acting on instinct Demyx quickly stopped the gravity's pull on the books, making them stop inches above the floor. Realizing what he did, the blonde quickly released his hold on the books and let them fall the last few inches to the floor. He didn't know whether or not the other boy noticed what he did – he hoped he didn't seeing as he had stepped away and didn't look at the falling books. Instead he was looking at Demyx.
"Careful," was all he said before turning to get the rest of the blonde's books. As he did so, Demyx kneeled down to pick up the fallen books off the floor. He busied himself with putting them in his bag before taking the rest from the other and doing the same with them.
"So, what's your name?" Demyx asked as he was given back his schedule.
"I'd tell you if it was important, which right now it isn't," he answered, walking past the blonde to the door. He pulled it open, pausing in his steps to say, "Make sure to turn the light off," before stepping out of the room and letting the door fall behind him.
Sighing, Demyx fixed his bag on his shoulder and went to the door, stopping to turn the light switch off. Back in the office he momentarily considered following the other boy and try again to talk, but decided against since it seemed the other didn't care to talk to him. That and he was unable to see him sight. He made move to walk back out the office door, but was stopped as the woman he spoke to before came up to him.
"Here dear," she said and handed him a thick spiral notebook with the words 'student handbook' on the cover. "This is for you. You can keep a nice schedule and notes in it. There's also a map of the campus just in case," she said with a smile before walking back to her desk. With that said, Demyx looked over the handbook before opening it, easily finding said map on one of the first few pages.
It was actually two pages – both sides of one – to show both floors of the school. It showed each room labeled with their numbers and titles such as office and cafeteria/gym. The map even included the outside of the campus, displaying sitting areas for breaks and lunch as well as the fields and running tracks. Suddenly the bell rang and Demyx checked his schedule before looking back at the map and finding the room he needed to go to first.
The map actually came in handy, more so than Demyx thought. It was better than getting lost and having to stop and ask someone for help throughout the day. Though when lunch came around he was at a loss of what to do. He quickly got in the lunch line and got his food, but after that was when he slowed down. It was a typical thing for everyone in a school to have their usual spots during lunch, Demyx just didn't want to bother anyone with accidentally taking a spot where he may not be welcomed.
He started to the back of the room, stepping away from the lines and crowds of others to where he saw a mostly empty table. Arriving at the table he sat down furthest away from anyone else. Not long after he sat down, another teen picked up his tray and moved from his seat to sit across the blonde.
"You know, it makes it more obvious that you're new if you distant yourself," the teen said and reached his hand across the table. "Name's Axel."
"Demyx," the blonde said in turn and took the other's hand.
"So are you new to town or just the school?" Axel asked, taking his hand back to use his plastic fork to poke at his food.
"The town, my family just moved," Demyx answered.
The redhead nodded before saying, "Let me see your handbook," and putting his hand back out, waiting for said book.
Demyx slowly took his bag and opened it, pulling out the handbook he had been given earlier that day. He handed it to the other and watched as he opened it to the map of campus. "What are you doing?" he asked as Axel took a pen from his own bag.
"I hope you don't mind, but pretty much everyone marks off spots on their maps," the redhead explained, using his pen to circle something on the page. "Spots that they're at most during breaks and such. It's kind of a universal thing here. Circling spots that you may be can help someone return the handbook to you if it's found lost. It also helps to highlight your classes and make a daily route." With that he turned the page to the other side and circle two more spots before handing it back to the blonde.
"Those are where you can find me if you ever need or want to," he said as Demyx looked over the red inked circles along the map.
Nodding, Demyx closed his handbook and moved to put it back in his bag. "Thanks," he said as he did so. Turning back to his food on the table he saw Axel standing up, picking up his own food with him.
"I can show you around a little if you'd like," he offered. "You can bring your food too," he said and started to step away from the table. Demyx nodded once more, this time more to himself, as he grabbed his tray and stood, making his way to catch up with the redhead. If this was a chance to start for a friend then he wasn't going to let the chance slide. He watched Axel discard of his food and put aside his tray before doing the same, except taking the small chicken sandwich first. He could go without the rest of the food.
He took a small bite as he followed Axel out of the cafeteria and outside where crowds of students stood around. Across campus near another building the cement rose into steps, giving some seating for students along with the few tables in front of the steps. On both the left and right sides of the campus were two metal structures that provided shade and covered more tables underneath.
"Okay, we actually don't have much time until the bell rings," Axel mused as he led the blonde through crowds of others. "What's your next class?" he asked and glanced over his shoulder.
Demyx quickly pulled out his schedule from his pocket and unfolded it to check. "Gym class," he answered and stuffed the paper back into his pocket.
"Hey, that's perfect, me too," the redhead replied with an amused smirked.
Axel managed to show Demyx some of the campus – they weren't allowed to go in the buildings during lunch – before the bell rung. Since they both had gym next the redhead showed Demyx where the locker rooms were. Inside the locker room Demyx was pulled aside from the teacher while Axel weaved through the others to get to his locker.
With the teacher, Demyx was taken to the small connected office. He was told to leave his things in the office until the teacher was able to give him a locker and lock with a combination – which according to the teacher would take until tomorrow at least. Demyx was then asked his clothing size and when given, was handed used but clean gym clothes from a student before him. The blonde quickly changed, clumsily folding his clothes and putting them with his bag before leaving the locker room.
Once outside he found Axel waiting near the door for him. Seeing that he was dressed and ready, the redhead walked away, taking Demyx to where the class was to go. He led him to the black concrete basketball courts, one far court where their class was gathering. There were bleachers lined along the edge of the courts, against the fence, and some students sat along the bottom seats.
Not long after Axel and Demyx joined the rest of the class, their teacher came out along with the last few students and called for them to stand in lines. Axel pulled the blonde along with him as everyone else situated themselves into lines of ten like the teacher preferred. He didn't care what order his students were in, just as long as they were doing what they should. Four students remained by the bleachers and as the teacher took his clipboard to silently take roll, he spared them a glance before sighing and marking them present.
Demyx looked back at the bleachers and at the remaining students there. A blonde girl was seated on a lowest seat, a boy lying on the floor near her feet but a good distance away, not at all seeming to mind the concrete below him as he used his hands to rest under his head. Off to the right and a bit higher up the bleachers seated two more boys, one a blonde the other a brunette. They were seated close together and Demyx wondered if they were brothers or a couple. He wanted to bet on the former option, given that the two looked alike.
The blonde's attention was ripped away from the four as the teacher started to call out exercise instructions. When they were done with the warm-ups, the class was given the options to either play basketball, soccer, or do laps. The class quickly broke up into groups as people met up with their friends to decide on what to do for the class. Demyx remained in his spot, his eyes back on the students by the bleachers, mostly the boy on the floor.
"Axel," he said, stopping the redhead from asking what the blonde wanted to do. "What's that boy's name?"
At the blonde's question, Axel followed to where his eyes were looking. "Zexion," the redhead answered, quietly as to not call said boy's attention but loud enough for Demyx to hear. "Why do you want to know his name?"
"Just curious," Demyx said. "That and he didn't tell me when I asked. Are those his friends?" he asked looking over the other three. The girl had a notebook in her lap, a pencil in hand while the two other boys seemed to be talking to each other for only them to hear.
"I highly doubt it," Axel said and moved to go get a basketball, deciding that was what they were going to do.
"Why do you say that?" the blonde questioned, following the other.
"They're all outcasts," the redhead told him, picking a ball from the cart and bouncing it. "Now before you argue, let me explain," he said, cutting Demyx off as he started to say that that wasn't nice. "They all refuse to talk or interact with anyone else unless it deemed necessary. With that said, I've never once seen any of them around who I would call their friend."
"Who are the other three? And why do they outcast themselves?" Demyx asked, glancing back at the small group.
"No one knows for sure why. As for the other three, the girl's Namine and the other two Sora and Roxas. The boys are twins and are basically always at each other's side when given the chance," he explained and when he looked up from where he was bouncing the basketball in place to Demyx saw the blonde walking away. "Where are you going?" he called out but got no reply as the blonde kept walking away.
Zexion sighed to himself, his eyes focused on a cloud above him. He had seen what the blonde had done when he dropped the books, he knew he had used a power of sorts. He wasn't sure what it was exactly, yet he decided to pick it up and try to figure it out. He should have waited, waited for the blonde to use it again in a more clear way, but he knew that chance may never come. He had the power showed to him and took it with his own, not even knowing what it was exactly.
What he did know was that it has to do with controlling an object's movement. He tried to use it on the cloud, but even as it moved through the sky he had no clue whether or not it was him or the light wind. All the other clouds were moving if you looked close enough – he doubted he was the cause of the one cloud's slight movement.
At the sound of something light hit the concrete, Zexion glanced to his side to see it was a pencil that had fallen. He knew Namine was using it, he wasn't oblivious, figuring that she must have dropped it. After hitting the floor, the pencil started rolling and he took that chance. Focusing now on the pencil, he tried to will it so that it kept rolling. It had already been coming his way so he kept it coming until stopping it before it could hit his side. Pleased with what he had done, Zexion pushed himself up from the ground to a sitting position. He picked up the pencil and handed it up to the girl, who in turn slowly took it with a small shy smile.
She didn't seem aware that he had manipulated the pencil's movement at all as she went back to her notebook.
That was a good thing. Now Zexion knew what the blonde's power had given him the ability to do and he now had a clue on how to use it. He could use it, he was sure of that. This power seemed much more reliable and useful than the others he's picked up before. He already had ways of how he could use it running through his head as he remained seated on the floor. His attention was taken away from his thoughts as he noticed someone walk pass him to sit down not far from Namine, enough room between them to talk to her but give her enough space.
He was used to being around Namine, the girl nice quiet company even though they never once spoke to each other. He was even used to Sora and Roxas hanging in the background. He was used to the three because they were always here during gym class. This was where they all decided to be during the class, not caring that the others were near. They never tried to talk to him and they were all content with being alone, with the exception of the twins being together. He was sure they each felt the same about being used to having the others around and he was sure the same thing was going through their heads when a newcomer came over to sit by Namine.
'What does he want?'
Zexion easily recognized him as the blonde he had been told to help in the office – Demyx if he was correct, having looked at the blonde's schedule which included his name. Namine had stopped whatever she had been doing in her notebook and the twins had stopped murmuring to each other, their eyes now all on Demyx.
It was an odd thing. Even though the four of them weren't friends, having never spoken to each other unless they had to, they were the same in ways. They were all observers – wallflowers. The twins always stood off to the side, their eyes following people as they spoke only to themselves. Namine kept to herself, always in her notebooks. Zexion found himself watching people as he sat alone. He always kept an eye out for anyone using a power in any way.
Yet despite that, they acted as if they were all part of something – as if they could be a group of friends. They knew each other's boundaries. They knew not to attempt at conversation even though they saw that each other was off and alone. They knew when too close was – they each knew each other's personal space limits. And right now they all knew that Demyx was lingering near Namine's personal space.
They were all in odd synch the moment Demyx seated himself. Namine, having stopped her writing or doodles or whatever, moved her arms to cover the pages of her notebook. Sora and Roxas both stopped talking, though Zexion never heard them to begin with. He could tell from the way they held themselves that they didn't want to risk being heard by the blonde. Even Zexion found himself a bit tense with Demyx near. They had all put their guards up the moment Demyx sat down, not daring to do anything but keep their eyes on him, as if he was the one who didn't belong.
Zexion knew Namine wasn't going to speak and he doubted either of the twins would from their seats. He wasn't going to talk either. There was nothing to say. Though there was something they all wanted to say. 'Please leave.'
Demyx was turned with his attention to Namine. "Hi," he said giving the shy girl a smile. She didn't say anything back. Instead she just kept on staring at the blonde, her fingers playing at the ends of the sleeves of her cardigan. It wasn't cold out but the light wind cooled the slight heat. Zexion himself had a black sweatshirt hanging off his shoulders, but that was mostly because he was more comfortable with it on. He only wore it with his gym clothes, hating the short sleeved shirt and blue gym shorts. It gave him some comfort. "Aren't you hot in that?" the blonde asked, turning his attention from Namine to Zexion seeing that he wasn't getting a response from her.
"No," Zexion answered. If Demyx came to talk he wasn't going to get much more than that. Looking pass the blonde he noticed the twins' attention change and he glanced to where they were looking now to see a redhead he knew as Axel coming towards them.
"Demyx, what are you doing?" the redhead questioned, coming to a stop not far from Zexion.
The blonde gave a shrug. "I don't know. Just wanted to come say hi," he said.
"Well come on, there's no use in talking to them," Axel replied, not even sparing a glance to any of the others. "I told you, they're all outcasts, so don't bother." With that, Demyx stood up from his seat and the redhead made move to walk away but stopped as Zexion stood up as well, his eyes set on Axel. "What do you want?" Axel asked in a bored tone, looking down at the shorter boy before him.
Zexion knew he was going to regret his next move, but he was still going to do it. He's heard plenty of what other students had to say about him and the others who did outcast themselves. He's been called an unwanted and worthless orphan, a nameless person given that he had no middle or last name. He's heard people call Namine a sad and broken little girl, call Sora and Roxas creepy and incest twins because they were so close. The others no doubt have also heard these things about themselves – and people wonder why they continue to stay away from every.
"Still have nothing to say?" Axel mocked and before he could turn away, Zexion forced himself to call back and remember the super strength power he had picked up nearly a year and a half ago. He grabbed one of the redhead's arms, pulling him back in place. The redhead gave him a questioning look as he stood there confused, making it even easier. His side was open to attack and before thinking completely Zexion took the chance to kick the redhead there. It caught Axel off guard and once he recovered from the hit reached forward, grabbing the smaller boy's arm harshly. "Alright, if it's fight you want then you can have it."
Featured powers:
Demyx – Telekinesis: The ability to move objects at a distance by mental power or other nonphysical means.
Zexion – Power Mimicry: To adsorb another's power while leaving it intact for the other. The power must be used in order to mimic it and can be adsorbed without the user's acknowledgment. Depending on the mimic's skill, various powers can be adsorbed and memorized, granting them to use it at will for any given chance.
This ended up a lot longer than I originally intended, but I'm happy with how it came out. The story isn't going to completely focus on Demyx - I'm gonna do my best with bringing other characters in as well as their own personal things.
Anyway, reviews?
