Teaching Love

Teaching Love

Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, every organization member would make out with eachother, Larxene would die by electrifying herself, Donald would jump of a cliff because he was sure he could fly, Goofy would end up being hit by a rock and get in a coma (remember that scene where he got hit by a rock? I really thought he would die and that made me SO incredibly happy. Sadly he didn't.) and all the other Disney figures would die by an overdose of drugs (I hate how they're always so goody-goody and innocent xD ) and by these, I broke the record of longest disclaimer ever :)

WARNING: may contain yaoi- and violent-scenes in later chapters. But also a lot of fluff and cutesy-romance. GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU HATE THIS, OR ARE ONLY HERE TO FLAME ME. I'll use Axel to flame you back twice as hard :)

A/N : Here it comes, here it comes… A brand new story for you guys. I haven't written anything in a long time, but this idea kept going around my head, and I kept thinking up new scenes for it. So I ended up writing everything down. Reading it through, I thought that this will turn out to be a story worth reading, if I say so myself. Well, I hope you guys aren't tired with Zemyx yet, I still love the couple even now. So…

This is the result of weird daydreams invading my head, along with my favourite yaoi-couple of all times and sick drama-series.

Hope you enjoy.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Monday.

I hate Monday.

Because you can feel it in the air when Monday is coming around, and think by yourself: 'Shit. It's gonna be Monday again isn't it?'

But there's more to it than just a certain air. And I'm sure many know that other reason why Monday is so hated.

SCHOOL.

I hate that place. I fucking hate that place. The teachers, the sticky pencils along with filthy erasers, the nasty canteen food, the disgusting toilets and even more disgusting showers in the changing room, but most of all; The students.

Everyone. I hate every single one of them.

"Hey!" someone behind me whispered. "Hey, Emo-kid!"

I felt something small hitting my shoulder. Then another, on the back of my head.

…

Someone's throwing paper balls at me.

"Emo-kid! Hey!"

My eye began to twitch.

Why the heck am I taking this class?

I finally thought I was done with those annoying people, but what seems? I'm in the same class with most of them. Again.

For a whole year.

And the worst part is, that all those kids found more friends, which would possibly mean they'll annoy me even more.

Next to that, just as worse is…

"Hey, emo-kid! "

… that I'll be called 'emo-kid' for another year.

"Hey, are you really that deaf?!" the person hissed behind me.

I turned around so quickly that the guy shocked in surprise.

"WHAT is it?" I hissed quietly. After all, we're in the middle of class.

The blonde boy, named Tidus, grinned as he gathered himself back together. He bowed forward over his table, and looked me serious in the eyes.

"Do you cut yourself?"

My eye twitched again. Then I turned back, trying to ignore him.

I'm above this. I'm above this. You're ABOVE this, Zexion!

I sighed, then replied: "Get a life."

There was a while of silence, and I thought I could finally follow the lesson.

Then the paperballs began hitting me again.

…dammit.

"Heeey, Emo-kid…"

I gritted my teeth. "what?"

"You got a pen for me?"

"No. Fuck off."

"Sheesh, I'm only askin', no need to get all aggressive."

You're not asking. You're annoying the hell out of me.

He continued to toss paper in my direction.

"Will you cut it out?" I asked patiently, but my held anger sounded through.

"Will you cut it out?" the boy mimicked, using a high-pitched, creepy voice that was supposed to sound like mine.

I frowned and tried to ignore him. But he just continued with the paperballs. After a while, he began to sing too.

"Emo-kid, emo-kid, do you cut yourself after school?"

Now I was getting really pissed off.

"Emo-kid, emo-kid, do you-"

Before I knew it, I turned around in my seat and looked him angrily in the face.

"Could you fucking cut it out?!" I shouted.

He stared at me wide-eyed for a second, then began laughing like all the others. I looked around, and met the eyes of a disturbed teacher, who stopped writing things down and stared at me.

"Zexion," he said, "Please come to me after class."

I sat down, and released a deep sigh. "Yes."

Class went by. But I could hear everyone whisper, chuckle, and then point at me or look my way.

The paperballs didn't stop either.

-

- zZzXxXdDd –

-

After getting scolded by the teacher for disturbing his lesson, I already was tired of school. And it was only Monday.

First break came around, and since I didn't felt like sitting in the cafeteria and undergoing the point-stare-giggle cyclus again, I chose for the stairs near the music room. There weren't many people there, only sometimes a few musicjunkies, tingling on their guitar or whatever instrument they got. It was my favourite place in the whole school. No one to humiliate me or scream the usual names at me, just some space to think and listen to the music junkies.

I sat down on the stairs, where people wouldn't notice me, unzipped my backpack, and found some empty cans and other trash in it. Those assholes must've putted that in my backpack, when I was unaware of it.

I ran a hand through my hair, annoyed by myself for not noticing it.

Oh well.

I threw the junk out and looked for my lunch. Then I realised something.

Crap, I left it in my locker…

I sighed. Thankfully it isn't that far. I'll just get it and return back here... I zipped my backpack close, stood up, and turned around, when something big and hard bumped onto me.

It happened in a few seconds. My one hand grabbed the rail, my other in something that felt like soft fabric, I nearly fell backwards, when a strong hand caught me by the arm and pulled me upright again.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" A voice exclaimed after a short pause. "I didn't see you! Are you okay?"

No. I'm not okay. I hate this day, I'm tired of my life and I'm starving.

I looked up, with my usual granite face, to answer him, but the words got stuck in my mouth when I saw his face.

Bright, sea-green eyes blinked, his mouth opened and white teeth smiled at me. His face was somewhat angular, but in a good way, with strong, dark-blonde eyebrows. His skin was tanned, he had dirtyblonde hair in the most goofy, weirdest hairstyle I ever saw, and I found him spectacular.

Holy shit, he was hot.

How come I never saw him before? Our school hasn't got that many students. I'm sure I would've noticed him, even if I've only been going to this school for the past two years.

My mouth formed words, but I couldn't pronounce them.

I must have looked like an idiot.

Then I realised my hand was holding his shirt. That must've been the fabric I grabbed when I nearly fell…

I quickly let go of it.

"I-I'm sorry." I said, and immediately regretted it when I saw him quirk a brow.

"At what? It was my fault." He flashed me a somewhat confused smile, unaware of what I meant was the shirt.

"Uh, yeah, oh well…" I rambled, and my eyes flew off somewhere, away from his dazzling bright eyes before they would knock me out or something. I was pretty sure of that.

…Damn I need to get away here.

"Well, it was nice meeting you. Goodbye." I walked off, past him, down the stairs. Then I realised I had to go up to get to my locker.

With rising heat on my cheeks I turned, and walked past him again. I saw his gaze curiously following me, and he frowned.

When I was out of his sight, I began walking. Way too fast and way too far, I realised later, but at that moment I could only think of what I had said.

'Nice meeting you?' damn, I didn't even got his name or anything! And 'Goodbye'? what was that? Couldn't I just walk off, or say something better like 'see ya' or something?

I had to admit he was hot. A potentional boyfriend.

I shook my head at that thought.

No way in hell that's ever going to happen, Zexion…

I stood stil in the hallway, and realised I went way too far. Then the bell rang. I sighed.

This day sucks…

-

- zZzXxXdDd –

-

I walked to my next class. Music. I loved music, but our teacher was just really, really boring, which made class… well, boring as hell.

I was the last one as usual. People were talking and fooling around, but some caught my appearance. I tried to be as unnoticed as possible, and walked to the only open seat, at the far other end of the classroom. I didn't fail to notice the empty can flying just half a metre away from my head, and I supposed someone's intention was to aim it for my head, but he missed. I didn't look over my shoulder to see who it was though, because I knew that would only make them break into laughing.

I was just so fed-up with it all. I released a sigh, sat down, and dug in my backpack to look for a pencil I knew I left somewhere.

"Quiet down, everyone." I was surprised to hear our school-principal, Xemnas – everyone calls him Mansex behind his back - , speaking. I didn't look up though.

"Since your music teacher, Mr. Academic, or Vexen, as you call him, has been seized by glandular fever, or, as you call it, kissing disease – "

"Who would get that when they're already around 30?" Tidus shouted.

Xemnas gave him a death glare.

"Ask something, without having permission to talk, again and you'll get detention for a week." He said solemnly.

Tidus groaned and everyone laughed at him. My mouth curled up in a slight smile.

Serves you right.

Xemnas coughed. "Either way, now your teacher will be absent for a while, your class gets a substitute for the time being."

The class cheered loudly.

"Tidus, detention!" Xemnas exclaimed, and everyone calmed down. I heard Tidus gasp.

"Why only me, Manse…- I mean Mr. Xemnas?!" he asked, while getting out of his seat.

"Two weeks." Xemnas said to shut him up. "Now, if you feel like arguing, you can come to my office after school."

Class began to chuckle, and Tidus sat down silently. A lot of rumours were going around that Xemnas would rape whoever would 'come to his office after school'.

"NOW," he continued. "Your substitute will be here in a minute."

As soon as he said that, the door opened, and someone stepped inside.

The class fell silent.

I was still looking for the goddamn pencil.

I heard Xemnas' hurried steps moving away, and assumed he went out.

Someone sighed, and I realised it must be the substitute. He sounded quite nervous. I grinned to myself. What a stupid teacher.

"H-Hello class." He said.

The class kept silent.

The teacher sighed again, and seemed to try to courage himself. I finally found my pencil, under all my books, paper and other junk, and finally looked up to see what our stupid teacher looked like.

My eyes widened, and I dropped the pencil.

"My name is Mr. Nocturne, and I will be your substitute for the following six months."

He smiled awkwardly.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

It was him.

The guy from the stairs.

The guy I thought was hot.

HE WAS OUR TEACHER.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

A/N: Yes, indeed. HOLY HELL.

I loved writing this first chapter, and couldn't help but burst into laughing when I wrote about Vexen having kissing disease. Seems he finally got himself a lover, after all that time! Ah, sorry for those Vexen-lovers out there… It just seemed funny to me xD

This story is gonna promise something, don't you think? At least I think. I actually must admit I felt excited when I ended with this chapter.

If you find any mistakes in my grammar, can't understand something, or want to share your thoughts about this, feel free to review! I will seriously love you for it! And give you cookies!

Oh, and chapter two is up :D

see ya soon!