As much as I wish I did, I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Zexion. I own the story. Because it's just SAFER that way.

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Don't fear the Reaper, Book 1.
Chapter 1. Shake it up.

Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time.
Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me.
Good, good now we're making some progress,
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat.

Today was no odd day for Zexion. He had gotten up, brushed his hair, went to school to be picked on my every other person in the hallway, came home, and go buy something to cook for himself. So far, today was going as usual. He was walking down a small street side slightly darkened from the setting sun. He, as of the time being, could see no one else in the street. But he knew well enough that he would soon. Very soon. As in...
"Three...two...o-"
"Ah, Zexion. There you are. I was beginning to think that you were avoiding me. And that hurts my feelings, Zex." Snickered the all too familiar voice. The young, lilac-haired boy whipped around to find his very on walking nightmare.
"Marluxia. I was beginning to think you'd actually moved on from harassing a junior like me." Zexion rolled his stormy, deep navy eyes. "How idiotic of me to think you had actually found a productive way to spend your time." He scowled. Marluxia let out a laugh and stepped closer in front of Zexion, who peeked around him. Just to make sure the gang was all there and it was all going normal. It was, just wonderful. He saw Marluxia's usual gang behind him, consisting of Xaldin, Xigbar, Larxene, and Axel. He knew what came next. With a sigh, he simply refused to fight back as Marluxia slung him around into Xaldin, who held him with an iron grip.
"Hey, Zexy..." Larxene smirked. "You know we wouldn't hurt you as bad if you didn't have such outstanding hair. We don't like people who get more attention then us. And that ugly silver color of yours isn't working out for us too well." She ruffled his said locks of hair and stepped back. Zexion sneered.
"Well, Larxy..." He impersonated her high-pitched, annoying tone when using the pet name. "Maybe if your blinding hair wasn't so damn bright and distracting, I could actually take the time to do something to it." He began to chuckle, but stopped midway thanks to a hard kneeing in the stomach, complementary from Larxene. His vibrant eyes widened with suprise and he coughed out a little blood. Larxene, though the most inactive person in the group, was a very decent, if not extremely good, fighter. The spot on his stomach that her knee had crushed into became numb very fast, being so used to it, but he knew it'd be bruised and would hurt like hell in the morning. His midsection was still sore from the time before this.
"Ya know, you're not very smart, dude." Xigbar said from behind Xaldin.
"Hey, at least he doesn't squirm anymore." Xaldin let out a roaring laugh right beside Zexion.
"Well, hey. I'm not a squirmer anymore! What do you know? Well, Xaldin. What do you say for letting me go on count of good behavior and Marluxia can give me a ten-second head start?" Zexion asked, looking up at the much larger, black-haired man. He simply growled a 'no' and squeezed his small frame tighter, slowly imploding vital parts of his body. He sighed with the small amount of breath he was getting and looked up. "Well, then...I guess you aren't gonna let me go with just a good whack in the stomach, are you?" He asked.
"Oh, Zex. You know us better then that..." Marluxia laughed before drawing back his fist and ramming it into Zexion's stomach. Another punch straight to his gut, then a slam in the side of his face, making Zexion bite down hard on his own tongue with enough force to break skin and draw blood. Then Xaldin, being so much taller then Zexion, snapped his neck up, picking up the small boy so his feet dangled above the ground. They continued until they thought Zexion was on the brink of passing out, then left off.

And so went on another day as such. Once they got done with him, Xaldin slammed Zexion's already limp body to the ground and they all walked away joking about how easy that went. Then, Zexion dragged himself to the store, bought a few snack bars and a couple sodas, and went back on his way home. Once home, he unwrapped a small snack bar, forcefully shoved it down his throat (being sore from Xaldin's chokehold), drank half a bottle of soda, went to the bathroom to disinfect the cuts and wipe off the blood, took off his shirt, and threw himself on his bed before Demyx could get home and ask exactly what the hell had happened to him. He easily fell into a dreamless sleep to end the usual day in Zexion's life.
He had gotten up, brushed his hair, went to school to be picked on my every other person in the hallway, came home, went to buy something to cook for himself, had gotten the shit beaten out of him for no apparent reason, and went home to sleep. Everything today went as it always went for Zexion. Fucked up. Yet, he took it without word, complaint, or compromise. Bully for him.
Shortly after, Demyx arrived at their apartment to find a very usual sight. Zexion passed out on his bed with renewed cuts and bruises.
"Zex, buddy...what's happening to you?" He asked himself more then the sleeping form of his best friend quietly. Covering up his roommates shivering body with a few more covers, he walked over to his own bed to crawl in. Even though he knew he couldn't hear him, it made him feel better to say what he'd always say to Zexion before drifting off. "G'night, Zexion...Love ya, buddy."

And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well,
Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention.
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives. Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention.
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives.

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Mmkay. Yea...Don't Fear The Reaper, Book 1, Chapter 1. AU...Hope you liked it. Review, puhleaz.