Disclaimer: We no own, you no sue.
Yoru: Yes, the disclaimer says "we." Why? Because this is a... (drumroll) COLLABORATION FIC!
Kuronue: (playing along) With who?
Yoru: The Squealy, the Manly, the Yoru's Fave Little Gay Boy – MISTERCREAMPIE! We've been doing this as an RP back and forth, and thought it would make a great fanfic! It gets really weird later, but awesome! MisterCreamPie is writing Zexion and Demyx, and I write Lexaeus and Saix. And Axel. But he's later.
Kuronue: You're on something today. (pokes Yoru)
Yoru: Possibly. Anyway, Kuronue, just give them the warnings.
Kuronue: This fic contains relationships between minors and majors, half-rape, stalking, and a lot of yaoi.
Yoru: No like, then no read, and certainly no flame. Cool? Onward then.
Zexion yawned widely as he exited the school, coming out into bright sunshine. He was a lanky boy of sixteen; slate blue hair, sapphire eyes, and very pale skin. Currently, dark circles were beginning to form under his astonishing eyes from his recent insomnia.
Checking his clarinet case one more time, he started down the sidewalk toward the café in which he worked. He walked slowly, enjoying the sun. The Coffee Stalk café was only a few blocks away from the school, and he relished the walk.
He may have been a bit more apprehensive if he'd known that he was being watched. Golden eyes followed him from behind a tree across the street, memorizing his every move.
"Little Zexion goes to work," the man muttered, glee in his voice, "Shall I follow? Yes, I think I shall. I'll give him a glimpse of me, of the man who will be his lover one day."
The strange blue-haired man pulled away from the tree and started toward the café, still muttering to himself.
Lexaeus stared blearily at the papers in front of him.
"Why did I have to do this on the one day that they run out of coffee?" he muttered darkly. His co-worker overheard him.
"Lex, just go to the café down the street real quick. I'm sure no one will care if you come back within an hour or something."
"Good idea," Lexaeus replied, getting up and grabbing his jacket. He hurried out the door, into the warm afternoon. Walking as fast as he could, he entered the Coffee Stalk and grabbed a table. The waiter quickly approached his table, holding up a pad.
"Hello and welcome to the Coffee Stalk. I'm Zexion. Can I take your order?" the boy asked, rather monotonously. Lexaeus scanned the menu, and then looked up to order.
His breath caught in his throat. The waiter was gorgeous – way too young for Lexaeus, but beautiful nonetheless. He'd never seen hair that color before…
"Uh…coffee. Please," he managed to force out. The waiter gave him a brilliant, albeit forced, smile, and walked away. Lexaeus all but banged his head on the table.
"Great. Now the waiter thinks you're nuts. Go Lex," he muttered.
Zexion looked back at his customer as the coffee was prepared. He hadn't been ready for someone attractive, even if the man was too old for him. And the way he'd stammered…Zexion blushed.
Maybe he thought I was cute too? he thought. Suddenly someone jumped on him from behind, nearly knocking him over.
"ZEXY!" the person squealed. Zexion winced.
"Demyx, you have a customer."
Demyx looked around at his side, frowning.
"I don't think he wants me," he said, cocking his head. Zexion turned to look.
The blue-haired man at Table 8 was staring straight at him. When Zexion looked at him, he smiled. It was not a nice smile at all.
"He may not want you, but he freaks me out. So you can have him," Zexion said with a shudder. Demyx licked his ear playfully.
"Everybody wants Zexy!" he chirped. Zexion pushed him off.
"Right. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to take care of MY customer." He grabbed the cup of coffee waiting for him, making a semi-mad dash for his attractive customer's table. He put the cup down, smiling (this time genuinely) at the man.
"Will that be all?" he asked cheerfully. The man blinked at him.
"For now, yes. Your name is Zexion, right?"
"Yes. What's yours?" Zexion asked before he could stop himself. The man smiled.
"Lexaeus."
"It's nice to meet you," Zexion said with a little bow, "What brings you into the Coffee Stalk at this hour of the afternoon?"
Lexaeus laughed, "They ran out of coffee in the faculty lounge."
Zexion sighed. A teacher.
"Do you teach at the high school, then?" he asked. Lexaeus nodded.
"Junior History classes."
"I'd like to take some junior level courses," Zexion lamented, "Sophomore level is too easy. They won't let me jump, even one class."
Lexaeus seemed to consider, "Well, maybe I could swing putting you in my class. I have an extra spot or two, and the administrator was saying something about filling them. I'll put in your name for consideration if you like."
"I'd really like that!" Zexion exclaimed.
"I'll check with her when I get back to school then." Lexaeus smiled up at Zexion, inwardly marveling at the boy's beauty.
"Thanks," Zexion replied, smiling hugely.
The blue-haired man looked up as his waiter approached him.
"Hello! I'm Demyx, and I'll be your server today! What can I get you?" he chirped happily.
"You can stop touching what is mine," the man snarled. Demyx blinked.
"Huh?" He gulped as golden eyes focused on him, malicious intent clearly roiling behind them.
"You were touching what is mine." With only those words, the man lunged across the table and fastened his hands around the boy's throat, taking them both to the floor with the intent to kill. The boy let out a choked scream, pulling at his assailant's hands desperately. The blue-haired man only squeezed tighter, preventing any more noises. The boy below him was turning blue.
"What the fuck are you doing?" someone yelled, and hands grabbed the blue-haired man's arms and pulled him off of his victim. He was slammed into the wall before he could blink, held there by a very muscular brown-haired man, whom he recognized as his Zexion's customer, the only other one in the café. Zexion was kneeling beside the blond, who was coughing and gasping for air. The blue-haired man smiled in satisfaction at the bruises already blossoming on the pale throat.
"I asked you what the fuck you were doing?" the man holding him growled, "Who are you?"
"Saix," the maniac replied, still smirking.
"Why did you try to strangle that boy?"
"He touched what is mine," Saix replied, chuckling slightly. His captor frowned.
"What…"
Saix lashed out, his foot catching the man in the groin. His captor dropped him, and Saix used the opportunity to run out of the café and down the street.
"Later, Zexion," he muttered as he ran.
Zexion helped Demyx to his feet, checking his throat.
"Damn, Demyx, what did you do?" he growled.
"I didn't do anything!" Demyx replied with a wince. Lexaeus approached, grimacing.
"He said you touched something of his," he said. Zexion sighed.
"Demyx…"
"I didn't! I just asked him what he wanted to order. I didn't touch anything…" His voice trailed off, and he stared at Zexion in realization. Zexion blinked, and then his eyes widened.
"No. Oh, no. Not me!"
Lexaeus looked back and forth between the two.
"I missed something, didn't I?"
"He was staring at Zexy earlier, when I hugged him. He must be a psycho!" Demyx sat down and massaged his throat. Lexaeus looked grave.
"Zexion, you have a stalker."
Zexion's face went pale, "Me? But…but I…"
"What in the hell is going on out here?" The owner of the café came storming out, anger all over his face, "What was all that racket?"
Lexaeus explained as Zexion sat down hard. A stalker? Him?
"Zexion, your boss is calling in some workers. You and Demyx are going home. I can drive you both, if you like."
"Okay."
As the three of them walked back to the school and to Lexaeus' car, Zexion could have sworn he felt golden eyes on his back.