Title: Check the Mirror, Sweetheart

DemyxRoxas

Chapter Title: All These Lives

Summary: "What happened? 'My face.' Ha. Okay. Seriously though."

Warning: Um. This isn't a story for children. ^_^;; there's definitely some language… and later on some violence and slightly mature themes. I gave you fair warning!!!

"She can't breathe anymore

Can't deny what we know

They're gonna find you, just believe

You're not a person

You're a disease."

'They look like a shady bunch…'

Well, if THAT wasn't the understatement of the century. We were a terror, and if you had beef with us, you had a ticket to the ER. I never got my hands dirty, though. No one, well, not no one… anyone besides our gang couldn't understand why ME, Olette Tokikamori, would choose them as my people. Why a pretty girl like me couldn't be nice.

They'll never know. Two people know.

Me and her.

And that's enough for me.

SHE is enough for me.

He keeps us in line.

(Most certainly)

We do what he tells us to, and we get our pay.

(Good boys and girls)

You don't NOT do what Xigbar says.

(It's foolish and unheard of)

If you don't…

(Don't expect anything less than the worst)

He commands respect. In formalities and informalities.

(Don't you DARE look me in the eye)

(After what you've done)

She looks like sugar, but she stings like acid. I can't get enough of her… maybe my sadism is turning on me. I wouldn't be surprised.

She wouldn't, either.

Xigbar calls us his pets. Dolls. Playthings.

That's all we are to him.

So that's why she's everything to me.

… But that's a secret. Forever.

If Xigbar knew… hell, if Xaldin knew…

We would both be toast.

Burnt.

I see their looks. Their gazes. Their objects of sickening affection.

The whores are in love.

(Funny, I thought whores couldn't love.)

She was originally mine.

She was my Larxene.

But she became Olette's bitch after I dropped her whore ass.

Olette, the little prom queen if she tried hard enough.

We only keep her around because she's fucking hot, and she knows how to play a guy.

We're not allowed to touch her. Lexaeus learned the hard way.

You can ask him yourself. Ask him why he wears a patch over his eye.

He'll never tell you the real reason why. Too ashamed.

I keep myself at bay. Xigbar can't tell that the dykes are fuck-buddies.

It's all crystal clear to me, though.

And I hate them for it. The brunette slut has everything I've ever wanted.

I'll get her back. I swear. Extreme measures?

Bring it on.

I make them dance.

They're nothing to me.

They are nothing.

Nothing but broken spirits inside a corporeal figure.

How were they broken?

Me.

I am a monster.

I break them and make them dependant on me and me alone.

We have Olette, our wonderful succubus. Lexaeus, a delightful smooth talker. Larxene, the female brawn who is not afraid to get her hands dirty, and Xaldin, who is the male equivalent of Larxene, but stronger and more fierce.

I've broken every one of them.

I've made them cry.

And there's not an ounce of regret or shame in me.

'Fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life!' I was NOT made to be a runner. I played sitar. And drank coffee. And worked at Pac Sun.

I AM NOT AN ATHELETE. But damn am I running fast.

This guy chasing me has to be THE scariest person I've ever seen.

He's around 6'5'', 250 lbs. of pure muscle and FUCK he has the scariest eyes!

I keep running, looking for a safe place to hide until my little friend (stalker/potential murderer) goes away. I spot a playground about 200 yards from me, and I make a mad dash for it, hiding in a hollow plastic rock that kids play on.

I can barely hear his footsteps over the beating of my adrenaline enhanced heartbeat. The footsteps die down, and he is gone.

I dig into my pocket and realize my cell phone isn't there. I search frantically for it, to come to the conclusion that I don't have it anymore.

FUCK.

I decide not to worry about it, and that Roxas can wait until tomorrow morning to see me again… and bitch at me for not cooking him dinner…

I sigh to myself. What have I gotten myself into?

A/N: my colon button on my laptop isn't working correctly. DAMN IT. Reviews are lovely! Much love. Thank you to Daughtry for the lyrics!