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"What do you mean you re-booked my room!?" An angry Demyx shouted at the lady behind the hotel counter "Sir, you're 9 hours late, and it says right hear any guests over an hour late will have their rooms re-booked" she pointed to a piece of paper. "Well it's not MY fault" he hissed. "Well sir if you'd simply called us and warned us of your delay this wouldn't have hap-" she stopped as a paper airplane landed on the desk right between them with "Open" written on one wing in fancy cursive, Demyx obeyed the mysterious paper. Written in it was simply "I wouldn't mind sharing my room – Floor 13 room 587" Demyx looked around for his saver, but they were the only ones in the lobby.

Demyx glided to the elevator with his luggage and pressed the button for floor 13. It didn't stop the whole way up.

When he got there he read off the numbers as he passed "585, 586, 587…" He turned to knock on the door and it opened before he did. There wasn't anyone at the door. That was spooky

He began to unpack his things. He opened the closet, half was empty and half had clothes like he'd never seen before, mostly leather, he couldn't decide which gender they would belong to.

"I'm male." A voice said from right behind him, Demyx jumped around to see a short man with slate blue hair covering one eye. "You scared me" Demyx said surprised "I'm going to the music festival as well." Was the mysterious person's reply "How did you…?" "Don't question it. My name is Zexion." Zexion walked over to look out the window at the cityscape below.

Demyx thought nothing of the other's apparent ability to read minds and went back to unpacking.

He turned around to ask his room mate what the sleeping arrangement would be, seeing as there was only one bed, but the telepath was nowhere to be seen.

He turned back to what he was doing and found a letter neatly tied to a coat hanger in front of him Imposable he thought and opened the letter, written on it in the same cursive was "You may use the bed, I will have them send up a second one for myself." Demyx put the letter on the desk in front of the large window Creepy… Polite, but creepy.

Demyx decided to explore the room, opening cupboards, drawers and cabinets. He found a phone book, a bible, three travel guides and some stale crackers.

He entered the bathroom for the first time it was nice – really nice – there were fluffy towels in every compartment and matching soap, shampoo, conditioner and lotion. He opened the shower curtain. He looked in horror at the tile wall, written on it in blood or something that looked disturbingly like it was a downward facing pentagram and the word "Soon" In Zexion's cursive.

Demyx backed out of the room, grabbed a key card off the table and ran for his life from the hotel.

He walked aimlessly down the crowded streets, still horrified by what he saw. "What's wrong mister?" Demyx looked to see the source of the sweet voice, in front of him was a little homeless woman with messy brown hair and caring brown eyes.

Demyx told her the whole story, hugging her and crying tears of fear the whole time. When he finished telling his story she let him go "If I was you," She stated and gave him a caring look "I would bring him to a place crowded with people and ask him what it means, incase he would do something to you. Make it so he couldn't do it without somebody seeing." She gave him one last hug and wished him luck, then wandered back onto the streets.

Demyx slowly walked back to the hotel thinking out his plan as he walked.

When he finally reached the room that he really didn't want to enter. He slipped his card into the reader and the door unlocked, he pushed it open and looked around, Zexion was there, laying on the huge recliner with a knife sticking horribly all the way thru his thin left wrist, there was blood spurting out of it and a pool of it on the desk his arm was resting on. Demyx was frozen in fear, his knees felt like they couldn't hold him up anymore and he was going to be sick.

He walked up to his satanic room mate, sure he was dead with that much blood loss.

"Z-Zexion…?" Demyx asked cautiously, never knowing what might happen now. When there was no response he looked up thru the window, it was already dark and foggy outside. How long was I standing there? There was an odd noise, Demyx looked around for the source, there was the noise again, surly not human. He heard a chuckle from the man next to him "Zexion…?" Demyx asked, scared almost to the point of tears.

The arm without the knife thru it reached up and grabbed Demyx's wrist. Demyx screamed, he was crying now. Zexion let out a demonic laugh, the hair fell from in front of his face and his eyes shot open, the eye that had been covered was completely black. It wasn't even an eye, just blackness.

Demyx fell to his knees begging for Zexion to let him go. Finally after what felt like forever Zexion snapped out of whatever trance he was in. Demyx fainted, but before everything went black he could hear "Demyx? DEMYX! Oh my god, I'm so sorry." And he felt tears on his face, not his own, but Zexion's.

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Demyx groaned. "Are you alright?" Asked an emotionless voice from beside him. "My head hurts like hell…" He groaned again "I had a terrible nightmare." Demyx sat up and looked around. No blood. "I don't think that was a dream, Demyx" Zexion said, almost having guilt in his voice. He held out his left arm which was wrapped in white cloth stained with red. Demyx looked at him in horror "What… Are you?" He asked and backed away "I'm sorry." Was all he said.

Several moments had passed until Demyx got an idea. He reached down into the middle drawer of the night stand and pulled out the bible. He looked up to see Zexion with fear slightly glistening in his eye. Demyx waved the bible in the other man's face, Zexion flinched. "Tell me what you are." Demyx said forcefully, grabbing on to Zexion's un-injured wrist. Zexion shook his head and Demyx touched the book to the arm he was holding on to, Zexion flinched from the pain "Tell me" Demyx moved the book slowly up closer to Zexion's chest and held it on his shoulder.

After a good 3 minutes Zexion finally couldn't take the burning anymore "I'll tell you, just but that damn book away…Please." A tear ran down his cheek, Demyx placed the book back in it's drawer. "My name is Zexion Sanders, I'm 19 years old, a theistic Satanist who was given the power to see people's thoughts and successfully perform magic. When I was born my parents didn't want me because of the emptiness I was given for my eye. I was sent to live with my grandfather who taught me how to read tarot card and many other occult things. One day, he was away visiting family so I decided to attempt my first ritual that should have showed me when and how I would die. Something went wrong and I was made immortal. That was six years ago. Were you aware that we go to the same school and share four classes?" He paused from his life story and waited for Demyx to answer "...I… How have I never seen you then? How are you immortal? I never believed in the supernatural, can you show me something?" Demyx stopped when he realized he was probably asking too many questions.

Zexion waited a moment, thinking what he should do. . "Come with me to the bathroom, and I'll show you." They both got up and walked in the room "Don't worry, I've cleaned the tile." Demyx still worried slowly walked into the medium sized bathroom.

Zexion pulled a duffle bag from under the counter and started placing small bottle of clear yellowish orange oils in front of him "This is why you've never noticed me" He held up a slightly larger bottle that was mostly empty that had a label on it that read 'Invisible oil' he set out 6 more oils, 3 scents of incense sticks, a bottle of Dove's Blood ink, a quill and parchment. "You know, you're kind of…Weird." Demyx commented "Did you just notice?" Zexion asked somewhat sarcastically "I mean, really. When I went on this trip I hardly expected anything like…You." "Shut your mouth before I sacrifice your virgin ass." Zexion said teasingly "Am not!" Demyx shouted Wow, I think he's really opening up…Trusting me…. "Are too." Zexion argued "How could you possible know?" Demyx asked sticking his tongue out "Remember Demy, I can see your thoughts." Zexion uncovered his face "Oh, right…Did you happen to…See my dream." Demyx asked awkwardly "…Yes…I would never make you do anything you didn't want to…." Zexion let hurt and caring glisten in his eye before pulling Demyx into a hug. "Now, it's already 1, we ought to get to the festival "I want to change first, I've been wearing this for too long." Demyx said walking into the hallway to get clean clothes from his half of the closet. "I as well" Demyx pulled out a band T-shirt and ripped light wash jeans and locked himself in the bathroom to change.

When he got out it had been under 2 minutes yet Zexion was completely changed into uncomfortable looking skin tight PVC bondage pants and matching shirt with a odd spiky mask covering his mouth and something similar on his shoulder. "That looks good on you" Demyx commented "thanks, you don't look that bad yourself."

The elevator ride down was silent, 3 other people joined them on the way, all of which gave them odd looks.

When they got to the music festival they recognized 3 people immediately as Marluxia, sephiroth and xemnas. All teachers at their school. Demyx was about to go over to them but Zexion was frozen "Zexion? Is something wrong?"