SaiZex Gender bend

Note: This IS a gender bend, meaning the boys are girls and the girls are boys. So, with that in mind, I realized 'Saix' is not exactly a girls' name. Ergo, I had to change it, and for this story, Saix shall hereafter be known as 'Isax'. That's the best I can come up with for now, sorry. Any suggestions otherwise will be considered and credited if used. Zexion, however, has not had a name change. If it is deemed necessary, then suggestions too will be welcomed and credited if used.

Zexion examined her appearance carefully in the full-length mirror she had inherited from her mother. Every strand of her carefully styled fringe was in place- no gel needed. She blinked lazily, preparing her eyes for the third coat of eyeliner and mascara. Normally, Zexion deemed makeup beneath her- too much hassle for too little purpose- but tonight was different. She smoothed the creases from her tight black dress nervously, exaggerating her curvaceous but slender waist. She breathed deeply, then the doorbell chimed.

"Isax!" Zexion exclaimed as she stepped into her girlfriend's arms.
"Zexion," Isax began, her amber eyes lined with blue brimming with malcontent. "We… We lost one today. Now we are reduced once more to thirteen."
"Wh- Who was it?"
"No-one important. We still have our Keyblade's chosen, that's all that matters."
"Who was it? And, I hope you wouldn't say that if I were gone."
"I wouldn't. All I mean, is the lost are easily replaced, whereas the Keyblade does not choose everyone."
"Hmph. You are avoiding the question, Isax. Who. Was. It?"
"… Demyx."

Zexion's eyes filled with tears. She shook slightly in Isax's arms as the cold liquid trailed down her cheeks, leaving dark trails as it took the mascara with it.

"Mascara? That's a first."
"Y-yeah. And, now, it's ruined. Just my luck."
"It doesn't matter, Zexion. You know, I really do love you."

Isax's mouth curved to fit Zexion's own, caressing her tongue lovingly. Zexion leaned into the kiss, pushing Isax into the door as Isax's long fingers slid up Zexion's dress, feeling each ripple, curve and flaw in her pale skin, sliding around to her dress and unzipping it. The pair sat on the stairs, entwined with each other.

"I missed you so much, Isax. I never want to have to say goodbye again," Zexion said between breaths. Isax pulled back.
"… We have to. I'm sorry, but we can't be together at all times. This has to be a secret."
"But why?"
"The others… They'd ridicule us. I don't want to submit you to that kind of thing again."
"I know, but… I kind of don't care."
"You will. … Look, it's either we stay secret or we don't stay at all." At that point, the scars became obvious. Not just the external ones prominent on Zexion's wrists, but the mental ones too, the ones that made those words ache so much more. It then became obvious that these were new scars.

"Zexion… These… They're new."
"No… No they aren't. I promise." Zexion's voice became barely a whisper.
"Don't lie. I hate it when you lie to me."
"I'm not lying!"
"I know you are! Stop it!" There was a flash, and Isax was gone. Zexion held her cheek, black tears scratching her cheeks again.