Nineteen years old and Zexion's already started his career as a teacher. One of his students has a brother named Demyx. When said brother comes to pick up his sister earlier than anticipated, Zexion just wants to lay low and pretend like nothings happening. But its not like he can keep hiding for long. Zemyx.
This was originally supposed to just be a one shit -- hahaha, I accidently put that. I meant one SHOT, but I realized as I was typing it, that it got longer and longer, and Demyx and Zexion hadnt even met yet.
So I think this will just be a short story sort of thing.
Pairings: Zemyx, Akuroku and since this is going to be a short story, I dont want to put that many other pairings.
Disclaimer: I dont own Kingdom Hearts D: nor do I own the book I mention, A Certain Slant of Light. But I will recomend it to you, its one of my favorite books.
ps. Sorry for the use of charms so many times in the first paragraph.
Zexion Walt. He sat alone at the kitchen table with a bowl full of Lucky Charms, the box set aside for later use. His delicate fingers picked at each and every sugary charm in the bowl, placing it back into its box so he wouldn't have to eat them. Most people, even adults, chose to eat Lucky Charms for the charms. Zexion though, preferred his cereal with no added goodies. He'd rather it be called Lucky, than Lucky Charms, the charms taste fowl in his mouth.
"You know you could use a spoon to take those out with, instead of using your fingers," Mr. Walt, John, or dad in Zexion's case informed, sitting himself down at the table with a quick cup of coffee.
"My hands have been washed." Zexion looked up at him before continuing on in his search for charms. He could hear his dad taking a sip from his cup, just like every time he walked in in the mornings. The smell of the coffee was fuming through out his nose. At first it was almost unbearable, but at the days went on, he got used to it.
"Do you know why you do that?"
"Because the charms taste bad?" He tried, placing the last charm back into the box before closing the flaps at the top. He stood up from the table, set the box on the counter, and opened the fridge to retrieve his milk.
"Its because you're picky," A small grin crossed Zexion's lips as he made his way back over to the table, sitting down once again. "Just like with everything you eat." The milk flowed into his bowl, stopping just as he could see it through the cerial, but not enough to overtake it, making everything float.
"Id rather be picky than to eat something I don't want to." Even, measured spoon fulls of cereal entered Zexion's mouth, chewed down until they were good enough to swallow. "Mom does the same thing."
"Yep," his dad agreed. "You get that from your mother. You've got my brains though." Which is why Zexion had already began his career at age nineteen as a full time elementary school teacher for first graders. His original plan was to wait until he was in his late twenty's before teaching at school, and with that it was meant to be for Juniors at a high school, for Literature only.
Things happened though, and Zexion became impatient, already succeeding at college with a Bachelors Degree. He became fond of children, and that eventually led to an job opening as a second grade school teacher.
"Shouldn't you be leaving soon?" Zexion asked, his eyes drifting to the clock on the wall. His father looked down at his watch, nodding his head.
"Thanks for reminding me." He stood up from the table, and to the sink, emptying what was left in his cup. "Would you like a ride to work?"
"No."
"Alright, be sure to make it home on time tonight though." Just last week while Zexion was working he'd gotten caught up with a parent who'd come in to talk to him about their child's grades, even as early as it was in the school year. He ended up being an hour late to dinner.
With that, Zexion's dad left out the exit of the kitchen, and out the door to his big bisness across town.
Resting against the back of the chair, a strange shade of hair contrasted with pale skin. He'd heard it all before, he "wasn't like other teachers". Obviously, he was at least ten years younger than all the rest, acted completely different from all the rest, and wore clothing that matched no one elses. To some parents they found it a disgrace for a teacher to be wearing Skinnys. The button up shirts seemed to be fine though, even to who was wearing them.
When he first started teaching he was told that he had to at least wear one thing that was "formal". His father gave him the idea of button up shirts, nothing professional though, but nothing that would stand out. In the end, he'd chosen that, and liked it.
"Are you still here, sweetie?" A tired, but still soft voice spoke from the hallway.
"Yeah, I was just about to leave." Zexion called back to his mom, Danna. He stood up from the table, looking over as she entered the kitchen, a robe around her body. "I'll see you when I get home." She held her arms out to her son, who met her with his own embrace. She kissed the side of his head before saying 'I love you'. "I love you too."
Just like his father had, Zexion emptied what was in his bowl out into the sink, and left the house, taking out the keys from his pocket, and pressing the unlock button to his car. For his sixteenth birthday he had received a small, cozy car of which he still didn't bother to know the name of. All he knew was that he didn't want something extravagant, all he wanted was something nice.
Although he was a teacher, and yes, he was professional, he still liked to act his age, which included listening to From First To Last, much to loud, in his car on his way to work. His boss, Xemnas, had told him that pretty much all of his students liked him because he wasn't strict, and he made the lessons humorous. There was no reason to base his teaching skills on the way he looked, for the children were still learning, and it was a shame that adults older than him didn't even understand that.
One of his favorite things about his job was something he'd always see in the movies. The people would get so excited over this one little detail, and now here he was with that one thing, his own parking spot.
Getting out of his car, he locked the doors and put his keys back into his pocket. It was only two months into the school year, and his students already liked him that much? Of course this was his first year teaching, the last year was spent being a substitute, even then he got good reports. At first he was nervous, but Zexion has always been one to get used to things quickly. These were just kids, they wouldn't really know if he messed up.
"Yo, Zexion." Turning around, said boy saw one of his closest friends and lunch partner.
"Hey, Axel." Both of them were the youngest teachers at the school, Ansem Elementary, both teaching first grade. Axel was three years older than Zexion though. "You usually don't get here until later."
"Yeah, I know," He ran his fingers through his flamingly red hair, his gaze downward. "Its such a drag that I have to come this early. Xemnas called me up, he said something about a meeting, and I don't know..."
"Still, im suprised you acually showed up on time, even for that."
"Oh, don't worry, im not on time. He told me to show up at six." As always, Axel's an hour late. He smiled then, knowing he'd be in a bit of trouble, but whats an Axel with trouble? "So what are you doing here so early?"
"I always come at this time." Zexion inform him, pulling open one of the doors to the school, entering the building of hallways. "I actually would have been late if my mom hadn't of woken up."
"Ah, thats right. You still live with mum and dadio."
"Why do you insist on calling my parents such incredulous names?" Zexion asked, knitting his brows together.
"Whoa, whoa there kiddo. Watch your language. Us elders dont find it flattering." Or in other words; what the fuck did you just say?
"I suggest you get to that meeting, or whatever Xemnas wants from you. I'm just making you later than you already are." He stopped at the corner of a fork in the halls which his room was at.
"Yes, yes, that thing... I completely forgot. See you at lunch." He lifted his hand, continuing to walk, his hair bouncing with every step. Zexion on the other hand turned around, took out his keys again, and unlocked the door to his classroom. Inside, he turned the lights on to all the empty desks that would be filled within minutes.
To pass the time, Zexion sat himself down at his desk that rested at the side of his classroom, that was well kept and organized. He took out a book that he'd been meaning to read for some time from his drawer, and looked at the front cover. There in a bathtub sat a girl with dark brunette hair that hung over the top of the white tub. Only the back of her head was out of water as she held a white cloth in her hands. It was interesting enough to catch Zexion's attention.
Opening it, he analyzed the lettering before relaxing into his chair and began to read the excerpt first. Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if your dead. I was with my teacher, Mr. Brown. As usual we were in our classroom, that safe and wooden-walled box- the windows opening onto the grassy field to the west, the fading flag standing in the chalk dust corner, the television mounted above the bulletin board like a sleeping eye...
Before he had the chance to even flip the page to start the second chapter, his classroom door opened and three small children ran in. "Mr. Walt!" They cheered, each of them bouncing their way over to greet him.
"Hello. How are you all?"
"Guess what I did yesterday?!" His shortest girl, Tabatha, exclaimed, her brown hair tied back in a tight ponytail.
"What did you do yesterday?" Zexion asked, feigning surprised interest.
"No! Geuss what I did yesterday!" Casey called out, jumping up and down in his spot next to Tabatha.
"Hey! I said 'geuss what' first! I got to ride a horse!"
"I watched a scary movie with my brother!" Casey stuck his tongue out at Tabatha. Nick behind them laughed and stepped forward.
"I won monopoly last night!" Tabatha pouted, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Really? You all did that yesterday?" Zexion's eyes widened with amazement. "I've never won monopoly before. I've never ridden a horse either," Tabatha smiled brightly, a large gap in her front teeth, "I don't even have a brother to watch a scary movie with." He paused, letting the three of them revel in the fact that their teacher had never done what they'd done. "Now you three go to your seats. Your friends will be here soon."
As if on que, more students entered the classroom, some brighter and happier than others, and some of them even looked different than they had the day before. It was like every child wanted to tell Zexion about their day, and he had to listen and answer to all of them.
"Alright, are you all ready to say it with me?" A chorus of 'yes's came. Zexion smiled fondly down at all of his students who sat before him in beanbag chairs and pillows. "She swallowed the goat to catch the dog, she swallowed the dog to catch the cat," the kids began to follow what he said, "she swallowed the cat to catch the bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider, that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly, I don't know why she swallowed the fly, perhaps she'll die." He took in a deep breath as the kids laughed.
"There was an old lady who swallowed a cow! Im not sure why she swallowed a cow-" Before he had the chance to continue, the classroom door opened, and for a second Zexion was going to continue, thinking it was just Xemnas or Xigbar checking up on him, but it wasnt. Xemnas usually smelt like an open book, or a used car. Xigbar never really had a smell to him, and if he did it was faint.
This smell was sweet, like vanilla. "Can I help you?" Zexion asked, his eyes watching a dumbfounded boy with clothes much like his, minus the button shirt, and add a green shirt with a small sailor on the front. Zexion hadn't seen that shirt for sometime, he'd always liked the band though, Taking Back Sunday.
"Demyx!" Up in the front, Kylie, one of the few blonde's, called out. Demyx, as was his name, looked over and smiled, waving. He then looked over at Zexion, blue eyes surged with happiness. His hair was mullet like, something a long the lines of a modified Hoxton Fin, he'd heard others call it a mullhawk.
"Can I help you?" Zexion repeated, setting the book down in his lap.
"Yeah, uhm.." Demyx scratched the back of his head, chuckling. "I think im early... but I was supposed to pick up Kylie." He almost sounded apologetic now. He couldn't be that old, maybe younger than Zexion himself.
"You're early, school doesn't get out until two twenty-five." Zexion looked at the clock up above the whiteboard to his right. He was twenty-five minutes early. "You're welcome to stay if you'd like. We're just going to finish up this story here and share what we did over the weekend." For not everyone got to tell Zexion what they'd done.
"No, its alright, I can just-"
"No! Stay Demyx!" Kylie blurted out, motioning for him to come sit down next to her. He smiled over at her, making Zexion notice how his fangs were considerably longer than his other teeth.
"I'll just sit over here, alright? I don't think I'd fit over there with you guys." Zexion shook his head.
"You can come over here. We can make room, cant we?" He directed his question to the children, who immediately push themselves back enough to leave a gaping space for Demyx.
"Well, if you insist." He kept the smile of his face, walked over, and practically stepped over all who was below him. He plopped down, sitting crisscross applesauce next to his sister, Zexion would presume. "What are you reading?"
"There was an old lady who swallowed a fly." Kylie told him.
"Would you like to read it to the class?" Zexion asked, offering the book to him.
"No, I'm a horrible reader." He shook his head, and just so happened to look down at Kylie, who was looking back at him with wide eyes. "Fine." He muttered, taking the book from Zexion's hands.
"When you read, the kids will follow along. They'll know when to do that." Zexion sat back against the wall, looking at the book in Demyx's hands.
"Alright... uh... There was an old lady who swallowed a cow. I'm not sure why she swallowed a cow." He paused, turning the page. "She swallowed the cow to catch the goat, she swallowed the goat to catch the dog," his voice became swallowed as the other students spoke loudly. "She swallowed the dog to catch the cat, she swallowed the cat the catch the bird." His eyes looked over at Zexion, and it seemed to turn reels in his head. "I don't," the children's voices died down, "hear you." He didnt hear me? Zexion thought, realizing that he hadn't been reading along. Smart.
"She swallowed the bird," Zexion started, Demyx and the rest joining in with him, a small smile hidden in his face, "to catch the spider that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed a fly, perhaps she'll die."
"I know an old lady who swallowed a horse." Demyx grimaced, as he looked down at the book, then back up a the kids. "She died of course." 'Awhs,' and laughs filled the room, and if Demyx felt the same way Zexion had when he'd first heard that, he was sure that Demyx felt pretty damn good.
"Alright," Zexion raised his voice over his student's, "Who wants to share their weekend first?"
"And then me and my grandma went swimming!" Julia finished, her excitment evident in her voice.
"I love swimming," Demyx mused, letting his head role onto his shoulder. Zexion gave a small grin, and pulled himself up to stand.
"The bells about to ring, why don't you all get your things together?" As fast as Zexion had said it, the kids were rushing to thier seats, pushing and tugging at each other as they packed up their backpacks. Demyx on the other hand stayed on the ground, which surprised Zexion, for he would have guessed that Demyx would have stood up and ran around with the children, he was so much like them during the sharing of their weekends.
"We'll have to get you a seat of your own," Zexion teased, holding a hand down to the boy who looked up at him with sparkling eyes and a big smile. He took the teacher's hand and stood up next to him. Damn, am I small. He thought, looking up at the side of Demyx's head, which was at least ten inches above his.
"As much as I'd like my own seat, I really don't think I'd fit in it." He shook his head, watching his sister pull her backpack onto her shoulders.
"You're welcome to try once theres an open spot." Demyx laughed something rich and sweet, catching Zexion off guard.
"I'll be sure to do that." The final bell rang above thier heads five times before stopping abruptly.
"Alright everyone, I'll see you tomorrow!" He called after the children that were filing out of the classroom, hurrying to get out to the buses that would take them home. Kylie took off wither her friends, almost out the door before remembering her ride was in the room.
"How do you get into these things?" My eyes looked over at Demyx, who was standing before one of the desks, his eyebrows furrowed. Without a clue of what to do, he pulled the tiny chair back, and stood in front of it, ready to sit down. Zexion moved forward, ready to stop him.
"I was joking when I said-" Before he could say anything more, Demyx let himself fall into the chair, his brain most likely thinking that it would be normal, finding the seat within milliseconds, although when his knees bent, and he kept on falling, he panicked.
"HOMYGODSHIT!" It happened all in slowmotion then. Kylie bust into laughter, Zexion's hands flew to his face, covering his eyes, and Demyx's hands flew into the air as he fell backwards, and eventually hit the carpeted ground with a hard smack.
Zexion peeked through the creases in in between his fingers, looking down at Demyx, who now had a pained expression on his face. "Are you okay?" He dropped his hands, fumbling his way over to the hurt boy. "I was trying to stop you."
"That hurt... like a bitch." Demyx groaned, trying to roll off of the chair. Zexion covered his mouth with one hand, trying to muffle his laughter. "Why are you laughing?"
"I'm sorry..." Teeth bit at his bottom lip as a replacement for the hand that was now trying to help Demyx roll away.
"Are you okay, Demyx?" Kylie asked, running over to the boy's side.
"Uh-yeah... I'm fine, barely felt it." He muttered, pushing himself onto his hands and knees, shaking his head as he did so. "Ow.." He whimpered, his arms wobbling as they tried to keep him steady. Zexion reached his hands out, planting them on Demyx's shoulders to help him up.
"Here, sit back." He pulled gently on the others shoulders to bring him back on his legs, and into a normal sitting position. "Is it your head that hurts?"
"Didnt you see the fall?" Kylie held out her hand to the back of her brother's head, petting his hair.
"I was covering my eyes," Zexion admitted, brushing away the bits of pencil shavings off Demyx's back. He felt his back vibrate when he let out a small laugh. It was a bit strange, he'd never felt it before.
"I think my head broke the fall."
"You can stay in here and rest if you'd like." Zexion offered, somewhat feeling as though this was his fault. "You could have a concussion."
"No, no, no," Demyx barely shook his head, but it was noticeable. "I think I'm alright. I've had harder falls before. I'll just have to-" Demyx was cut off by the obnoxious, perverted voice of none other than, Axel.
"I didnt know you two knew eachother." He stepped into the room, a look of suspicion coated all over his face.
"Hey, Axel." Demyx piped up.
"Don't let this get to your head." Zexion informed him, "Demyx just fell."
"'Demyx just fell's all the time. I'm surprised he actually stayed on the ground this time."
"It was hard fall!"
"Oh please! You've gotten strangled by Vexen's granny panties before, and you were perfectly fine then." Something michevious and cunning swirled in Axel's eyes, the smirk on his face was evident and he looked like he knew something Zexion didn't. "So what was the cause this time?"
"He tried fitting himself into one of these seats." Zexion explained, motioning to the fallen chair just behind them.
"Dude, even Zex cant fit into those." Demyx looked over at Zexion, gawking at him.
"You never told me that!"
"It just never came up. Sorry." Zexion gave a sheepish smile. He would have explained that to Demyx, but he'd already began to sit down.
"Well, if you need a ride home, I can give you one. I'll just come back here and get my car."
"Well aren't you feeling snidly generous today, Axel." Zexion noted, idly wondering how these two knew eachother.
"I'm always generous. So whats it gunna be, Demy?" Hes even got a nickname for him..
"I'll take the free ride, dibs on shotgun!" Demyx raised his head, placing his hand over Kylie's, and smiled.
"I need a ride too!" Kylie whined, looking stunned that she'd been forgotten.
"You can get a ride with me too." Axel snickered. "I've got enough room for everyone, except Zexion."
"So much for being generous." Zexion rolled his eye, standing up from the ground, as he brushed his pants off.
"Can someone help me?" Demyx asked innocently, holding his hand out into the air. "Please?"
"Here," the shorter of the the two boys grabbed the others hand, and pulled upward, getting the boy to his feet. Demyx seemed to be doing better than he had before, he only wobbled a little bit.
"Thanks," he met Zexion's eyes with his own bright ones, finding the color of the short ones captivating. "Maybe we'll see eachother around?"
"Maybe." Zexion nodded, not expecting the warm arms that wrapped around him, locking him close to Demyx's chest. He returned the hug while his nostrils filled with the vanilla scent.
"Thanks again," Demyx said as he pulled away, laying his hand on top of his sister's head.
"You're welcome."
"Alright, I think you've said 'Thank you' enough Demy. Zexion doesn't have that many your welcomes to give out." Axel trudged over, picking up Kylie into his arms. "Time to go." Demyx on the other hand gave Axel a childish glare.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he said to Zexion matter of factly. Zexion's lips formed the shape of a grin, and in responce he gave Demyx three you're welcomes. "Bye bye!" He waved back to the teacher before turning around to leave with Axel.
"Bye Zex." As Axel had at the begining of the day, he raised a hand as a wave.
"Bye Mr. Walt!" Kylie waved both hands to her teacher. Zexion nodded his head, waving to her.
"Bye." Once the three were out of the room, he stood there for a second, letting his day sink in.That was interesting. I really didnt expect any of that to happen. With a deep sigh, he bent down and picked the fallen chair up from the floor, replacing it back to its original spot. He was about to turn around and go back to his desk and maybe finish more of A Certain Slant of Light before he'd have to leave for home, when something caught his eye.
Through his open classroom door there was the hall, and on the hall's wall was a window looking out into the parking lot. Walking to their car was Axel, Kylie and Demyx. "I thought he had hit his head..." Zexion wondered watching the once hurt boy jump up and down, and skip like a hyperactive child on candy.
So how was it? I really liked this chapter, but I always do on first chapters. Haha. Reviews!! Tell me how I did and if I should add anything or whatt.
Sorry about the names I used, I really had no idea what to put for anything. I mean, come on, John? What the fuck is up with that? And Kylie? as Demyx's sister? Jesus, lord please help me!! D: