Howdy, I'm finishing this story for luckless-is-me. I have her permission, so no worries there. I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Zexy, Demy, or even this story until chapter 5. Please look luckless up and read the other stories she's working on, if you like this one. Well, then, without further ado, here is chapter 1.

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"I'm hungry," I it was a simple thought. One Zexion knew well, though he couldn't do anything about it. He never really could. The boy sighed, light blue hair swaying to cover up his previously naked, slate blue eye. He hated lunch. All it did was cause his stomach to knot, making it seem more concave then it already was. He didn't dwell on it though. After all, he wouldn't be getting any money anytime soon. His 'mother' wouldn't allow him any unless his step-father allowed it, and he very seldom did, so it was just easier to ignore the never ending ache in his gut.

Resigned, he took a seat on the front of the school's steps and cracked open the book he'd been reading for English. No one stopped to say anything. No one stopped at all. Of course, Zexion preferred it this way. It was easier. How could he have real friends if he couldn't allow himself to tell them anything? It would really just be a pointless effort for both parties involved.

"Zexy!" Inwardly, the boy groaned. It was a pointless effort that some just couldn't seem to give up on. Looking up form his book, Zexion watched that one person that just wouldn't give up cross the front of the school and stand a mere two steps away. "Umm…hi." Zexion's visible eye narrowed slightly, taking in the sight of the male towering over him. Slightly baggy jeans held up by a light silver belt, covering light blue converses grazed his hips. Two, layered, short-sleeve shirts hugged his torso loosely, both obnoxiously brightly colored, of course. Bright yellow ad light blue. Long, dirty blonde hair slapped against his prominent cheeks in a mullet like style, a nervous smile gracing his lips. Ocean like eyes held Zexion's one visible, icy blue one in a vice like grip. Just the sight of the blonde made Zexion want to scream, or simply disappear, his heart hammering in his chest. Out of all the billions of people in the world, this was the one he was most likely to tell his deepest secrets. Therefore, he had to be the one kept the farthest away.

'What do you want, Demyx?" he asked, irritatedly closing his book with a loud thump.

Demyx laughed nervously, shuffling his weight back and forth from one foot to the other. He really did like Zexion, even though he'd changed, but something about him was just…intimidating. "Uh…how've you been?" Zexion's narrow eyebrow raised questioningly. 'I'm an idiot', the blonde screamed at himself. Why didn't he just say 'hey, how's the weather if he'd wanted to do nothing but stall!'

"Fan-fucking-tastic." One blue eye rolled, clearly annoyed. Life sucked, and was, quite honestly, just getting worse. Why couldn't Demyx just leave him alone and go play his sitar or something? Or, watch that pyro friend of his blow something up? Really, why couldn't he just leave him alone? His constant need to be friends again was aggravating. Not to mention the fact that it was literally killing him on the inside. There was nothing he wanted more then to get close to Demyx again, just like he used to. That didn't change the fact that it wasn't going to happen. It couldn'thappen.

Irritated, Zexion shoved his book back into his messenger bag and slung it over his shoulder, standing up to face his blonde tormentor, a glare painted plainly on his porcelain face.

Demyx shuffled a bit. "Umm…yeah." This was just pathetic, and the blonde knew it. He was just so intimidated by him. Even the fact that he was a foot taller and a lot stronger did nothing to make him feel better. Hell, Zexion was probably the least fit person in the entire school, nothing but bones sticking out of all those layers of black and blue. Even his knees jutted out of his skinny jeans. He was a bag of bones, yet he, the accomplished high school musician and captain of the swim team, was terrified of him. Was he really this pathetic?

"Bye." Promptly, the bluenette turned on his heel and slipped into the building, leaving Demyx with nothing to do but watch him leave, head on over to his friends, and hopefully forget about him.

Zexion's chest was literally throbbing from the frantic beating of his heart. He had to stay away from the blonde. No matter how much he might want to be friends with him like he used to; he just couldn't. they weren't the same as they used to be, and they weren'tgoing back. After all, he couldn't just rewind time; the world didn't work that way. He was stuck in the worthless rut until the day he got away, or, more likely, the day he died. Until one or the other happened, he was stuck.

O.o.O

"You okay, Dems?" Demyx nodded, taking a seat across form his redheaded, pyromaniac of a friend. Axel had been Demyx's best friend ever since he'd moved to Twilight Town, so it was only natural for him to worry when the mullet-head wasn't smiling. After all, he was alwayssmiling. "You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." Demyx shot his friend a small smile, leaning back against one of the schoolyard's few trees. Axel shot him a knowing one back. He knew what the problem was, even if Demyx didn't really want him to know.

"Zexion trouble?" The blonde's face fell. Axel was right; he always was. Axel knew how much he loved the shorter, blue-haired teen. He even knew how much it hurt him that the boy would barely even speak to him anymore. The redhead had never had a problem with Zexion until he'd started treating Demyx so coldly. Why would he? He was quiet, kept to himself, and didn't seem to really care about the world outside of his books. But, in Axel's mind, the way he treated Demyx like some sort of disease was unforgivable. Though, he'd never let Demyx know what he thought about the bluenette. The blonde would never forgive him. Because, to Dems, Zexion was his world.

"How do you always know?" Demyx whined.

"Because I know everything." Axel smirked, watching Roxas and his friends cross the schoolyard and join their little circle. Roxas, the spiky haired blonde, leaned down for a chaste kiss form the redhead before taking a seat in between him and Demyx, his other three friends- Hayner, Pence, and Olette- seating themselves accordingly.

"Hey, bro." Demyx smiled at his younger brother as he leaned back into Axel's much taller frame. The tow had been dating for months now, and Demyx would be lying if he said he wasn't happy for them. Axel was his best friend and Roxas was his little brother. Of course he was happy for them. But, that aside, he couldn't help but feel just a little bit envious of the two. They'd just gotten together so easily…he wished he and Zexion could get together like that. But, he knew that was just a childish way of thinking, something he was accused of often. Nothing could ever be that easy. He didn't even know if Zexion was actually gay. For all Demyx knew, he could be asexual. He sighed, maybe it really was hopeless.

O.o.O

Zexion's shoulders slumped, his bag loosely swinging by his side as he trudged home. He hated walking home, or going home at all really. He was used to Twilight Town's snow during the winter months and the heat waves during the summers, but this was just ridiculous. It was so hot that the rubber on the soles of his converses was melting into the sidewalk. He was even sweating and that hardly ever happened. He didn't drink enough for something like that.

He sighed, pulling his sleeves down over his fingertips to avoid getting burned. Maybe it wouldn't seem so bad if he could just take these sleeves off, but he couldn't. what would he do if somebody he knew saw him? What would they say if they saw the cuts? The bruises? No; he couldn't risk such a thing for a few moments of cooling down. It didn't matter anyway; he was already home.

Sighing again (he seemed to be doing that a lot lately), he opened the door to his rundown apartment complex, an assortment of smells attacking his sensitive nostrils. The place was old- an understatement, but true nonetheless- and always seemed to have a stranger smell every time you opened the door, no matter how hard the owner worked on it. Come to think of it, maybe Xigbar lost it because he inhaled too fumes. After awhile, they have to start causing some damage.

Bag tightly held against his side, Zexion made his way up to his apartment, shutting the door behind him as quietly as he could once he was inside. Sadly, it wasn't quietly enough.

"You're late."

The teen jumped at the sound, blue hair standing on end. He watched the owner of that oh-so-dreaded voice at the end of the narrow hall, hands on her waist, that antenna like blonde hair of hers sticking up, just adding to her devilish smirk. How he'd learned to hate this woman. Back a long, long time ago, she was kind, always comforting him, holding him when he needed it. She'd even held his hand back on his first day of kindergarten. But, that was a long, long time ago. Now, the blonde-haired, sadistic, smirking woman could only be described by one word that nearly made bile rise in the bottom of his throat; Larxene.

"I'm sorry…"

"No, you're not, you little shit." Without a second thought, Larxene backhanded him, Zexion's slender frame crumpling slightly. The bluenette kept his head held low, hair covering his face, as he retreated into his tiny bedroom. Though, however fast he tried to get away, he didn't miss what Larxene said last.

"I'll be sure to tell him once he gets home."

Zexion sighed, he might as well do his homework while he still had the chance. Hastily, he opened his school bag and immersed himself in what he could only consider his sanctuary; a book. His key to another world.

O.o.O

"Wanna scream, brat?" Zexion shook his head, blue hair matting to his sweaty forehead. No; he wouldn't scream. No matter how hard he tried to make him; he wouldn't. if he were to scream, someone might hear him. Someone might figure it out. And, he couldnot let that happen. It didn't matter if it hurt, if it was wrong, Zexion wouldn't make a sound. He wouldn't tell a soul. "Then, how about I make you?"

The teen bit into his lower lip, sinking his teeth in and allowing metallic blood to coat his tongue. Anything to distract himself form what was being done to him. Those rough hands groping him where they shouldn't, that strangely tanned skin reflecting the moon's shadowy light, and that awful silver hair tickling his abdomen. He wished he could just close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere else. That he was someoneelse. He couldn't, though. Zexion wasn't a child. He knew that simply wishing for something wouldn't make it happen. So he endured it. Every day, every week, every month, every year. He knew that there was no escaping form this man. He would always have control.

"Do you want it?" Zexion shuddered, not resisting those persistent hands as they spread his legs wide, touching all of the bluenette's sensitive areas. Oh, how he wanted to say no, to just get away form this man. But, however, one couldn't always have what they want. So, he said the only thing he could.

"Yes, Xemnas."

And, he let it happen again. After all, not everyone is allowed a sanctuary.