Don't Fear The Reaper, Book
1
Chapter 2. The Encore, The Memories, The Kiss.
Applause,
applause, no wait wait.
Dear studio audience, I've an
announcement to make:
It seems the artists these days are not
who you think,
So we'll pick back up on that on another
page.
"Zexioooon," Demyx called from the small
apartment's kitchen. "Time to get up for school." He
yelled, already being up and ready, making himself some eggs. He
always let Zexion sleep in a bit more then him, knowing how hard
he sometimes has it. For God's sake, he was just a 17 years-old.
He was the smallest in all their classes and he wasn't exactly a
fighter. If Demyx could be with his friend all the time to
protect him, he would. But instead, he has extra classes, and a
job at Starbuck's. Bully for him, but Zexion was always
alone.
"Ugh..." Zexion let out a heavy groan before
making the biggest mistake he'd ever made before. He jumped out
of bed to get up. Immediately sitting back down, he clutched his
stomach and let out a small whine. His entire body ached, and
whined, and protested against his very breathing. His skin felt
so bruised, that just a light gust of wind would break him down
and his body smelled strongly of rubbing alcohol and gel
disinfectant. His cuts pulsed and hissed against the lack of heat
and his head swirled from mass movement. Marluxia and company
sure did a bang up job yesterday. His entire being threatened to
just break in half if he dared to make another move like that
again. But at least it wasn't the first time. He'd had way too
much experience with Marluxia and the others.
Zexion
was finally a junior. He had skipped freshman year and was home
school the year before this one. Very unfortunately for himself
and his best friend, Demyx, their families had went together on
vacation and left the boys alone. The plane that their parents
happened to be on crashed and Zexion and Demyx were left alone
together to fend for themselves. Zexion took over chores like
cleaning and most cooking, while Demyx paid for the apartment and
failed his junior year to repeat it with Zexion.
Zexion
walked into the High School for the very first time and
immediately started being crowded in by people.
"Dude,
cool hair!" "Did you dye it?" "That can't be
natural." "What do you call that color?" "Freak!"
"I think it's cool!" "Hey, he's pretty hot too!"
"Is he wearing eyeliner?" "Oh my God! He is a
freak!"
Why him? It happened to him everywhere he went.
First, they'd be amazed by his blue-hue'd silver hair. Then,
they'd decide if they found it cool or freaky that it was
actually his natural hair color. Then, they'd call him "That
freaky emo kid" and either fall in love with him, or hate
every fiber of his being. Then, he noticed something rather
unusual. They cleared out to make way for a new group of people.
The one in front, presumably the leader from his superior aura
and proud stride, was a senior looking guy with messy pink hair.
He wore a red T-shirt and ripped blue jeans with flower print. 'A
little feminine, don't you think?' Zexion asked him mentally,
praying he couldn't read minds. Apparently not. But he was pissed
for another reason.
"Hey, freaky looking kid. What are
you? A fresh meat...I mean, er...freshman?" He asked. Behind
him, Zexion saw a big black-haired man with dreadlocks tied up in
a pony tail with black pants and a muscle shirt. Beside him was
another male with brown hair and a creepy eye patch. Last was a
female that stood closer to Marluxia then the other two, maybe
his girlfriend? A small blonde girl with bright blue eyes wearing
a white business shirt and a black skirt with boots. 'A
meat-head, a pirate and...and..and she just looks like a
hooker...' Zexion mentally slandered them.
"Actually, I'm
a junior." Zexion spat, attempting to step past them. Not a
good idea. It was then that it all started. The leader grabbed
Zexion's arm and slammed him into the bigger male's body with
more force then it looked like a fluffy pink-haired guy with
flower pants could have. He held him tightly even with Zexion
spazzing in his arms, thrashing and kicking every which way. His
scene had caused a crowd. A crowd that was obviously more in
favor of the poofy-haired guy and his gang then Zexion, by the
way they were cheering and laughing. The leader stepped in front
of Zexion and yanked on his unique colored hair to force Zexion's
navy eyes to meet with his brown ones.
"Get this
straight, ankle-biter. You aren't strong and we are. I am
Marluxia, and I run this school. My girlfriend Larxene, and my
two best friends, Xaldin-" The big guy holding him nodded.
"And Xigbar," The brown-haired pirate man gave him a
salute. "Aren't to be messed with either. You, little
midget, will stay out of our way. You're grabbing all OUR
attention with your stupid blue hair." He hissed.
"Actually,
my hair is a special color called bluenette, and I find it very
bori--" Whack. Zexion's first punch, served by Marluxia. He
slipped his tongue out to lick his own lips, finding blood in the
corner of his mouth.
"Shut it, Shortie. Listen. Dye your
hair, or we'll make your stay here a living hell. We're the top
dogs and we get the attention. Some two foot kid with freaky hair
isn't going to change that." He finished. Giving Zexion a
firm slap across his face, causing the blood he had just licked
up to flow anew. Marluxia walked away, Larxene following him with
uncontrollable giggles, Xigbar following out, and Xaldin last.
After crunching Zexion's body into the lockers beside of them of
course.
Ever since then, it's been routine for them to
beat Zexion up on the spot for the same stupid reason over and
over. He wouldn't dye his hair. "A living hell, Marluxia?
You've made it so much more then that..." Zexion spoke to
himself as Demyx rushed in to check on him.
"Zex! You're
really hurt. Maybe you should stay home today. I'll bring you
back your homework." Demyx said quickly, running to get the
muscle pain reliever medicine. Zexion protested as Demyx rubbed
the freezing cream over his aching muscles and open wounds,
stinging, but helping them heal.
"I can go. I just need
to-"
"Zexion! You're staying here! If you go out
like this, Marluxia won't let you hear the last of it."
Demyx blurted. Wait...Demyx knew?
"Demyx...when did
you..."
"The first day of school, from the chemistry
lab. I saw you with them. Then, I could basically put the pieces
together when you came home worn out, bloody, and bruised. Now
just relax and if you need anything while I'm at school, call my
cell phone." Demyx gingerly hugged Zexion before grabbing
his messenger pack and cell phone, and heading out the door, but
not before yelling back to Zexion. "You'd better take it
easy while I'm gone!" And then he left for school, leaving a
very sore Zexion alone in this empty apartment.
---
Zexion
rolled his shoulders and rolled his joints, twisting this way and
that. Yes, he was sore, but he was feeling better. He decided to
go for a walk down the street and through the outskirts before
Demyx got home. School had let out, but Demyx had to immediately
drive out to Starbuck's to work his shift. Usually, the outskirts
were basically empty, so Zexion thought it'd be easy to avoid
anyone there. But dammit, if he had to run, he'd be screwed over,
BAD.
---
"All right. Bye Larxene." Marluxia hung
up his cell phone, dragging his white Nike-covered feet on the
dusty outskirts roads. Boredom was bad when it hit Marluxia.
There was always something to do. But no, Larxene had to cancel
their date because she had a stray hair that wouldn't go down
with gel. Why was he dating her anyway? He didn't really seem to
like her all that much and she was a total ditz sometimes. But
she was a very attractive girl, and wasn't all too horrible to
know. The toughest female he knew. He was her friend...but why
were they more then friends? How did that even start? He didn't
think it was right anymore.
"Geezus...Maybe I should
have went to eat instead of went for a walk..." Marluxia
knew that voice. He crept up from his corner to see Zexion
rounding around with his usual black shirt and blue jeans with
black converse. Did he wear the same thing everyday, or did his
closet have a million black shirts and pairs of jeans with five
pairs of black converse?
"Well, well. If it isn't my
favorite person on Earth. What's up ankle-biter?" Marluxia
asked, recalling his old nickname for Zexion. Zexion himself
looked suprised. Not because Marluxia was here...because no one
else was.
"You chained up you dogs instead of leashing
them around here with you for once?" Zexion snarled.
Marluxia resisted the urge (more of a habit actually) to draw
back his fist and beat Zexion to the ground. Instead, he walked
up to Zexion and glared at him. He'd be nice today.
"Leave.
Now." He growled deeply. Zexion backed up a little but was
far from leaving and simply stared at Marluxia instead.
"And
if I don't?" He hissed. That crossed the line. Okay, Nice
Guy Marluxia has left the scene. Enter: Pissed off Marluxia. The
taller boy tackled Zexion to the ground in an easy attempt to get
him down. He raised his arm to hit Zexion (Suprised?) and brought
it down forcefully. But instead of hitting the lilac haired boy,
Zexion grabbed his arm and slammed it into the ground, causing
Marluxia's body to jerk forward in a fast motion. Uber bad
situation coming up in 3...2...1...
As his body fell forward,
he attempted to catch himself, grabbing Zexion's shoulders, and
in chain reaction, pulling the younger boy upwards. The entire
scene looked like a slow motion film. Zexion's eyes widened and
Marluxia's lips attached to Zexion's in an accidental kiss.
But
suprisingly, neither moved. Stuck in the position of Marluxia on
top of Zexion, kissing him. It was a little scary, because
Marluxia found that he enjoyed the feeling of Zexion's lips
against his own more then any touch of Larxene's. Zexion didn't
move, but Marluxia acted out of instinct, pushing Zexion's body
to the ground and urging the kiss on. This suprised the shorter
male, but it didn't feel...wrong. Why not? This should feel like
hell to him right now. Instead, he gripped Marluxia's shoulders
and angled his head, assisting the kiss as well.
Wait
wait...WHAT?! Zexion pushed Marluxia off of his body, effectively
breaking the kiss, distracting Marluxia, and freeing his body.
Crawling to his feet, he backed up and retreated back to his
apartment, leaving Marluxia sitting on the dirt road.
"What
the fuck did I just do?!" Marluxia yelled at himself,
stopping only to feel his cheeks hotter with a blush. "He's
actually..." Marluxia looked up, staring at the spot where
their bodies had just touched and their lips had met in a
sensational kiss he couldn't deny. "A really good
kisser..."
And I believe this may call for a
proper introduction, and well,
Don't you see, I'm the narrator
and this is just the prologue?
Swear to shake it up, if you
swear to listen.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for
attention.
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy
wives.
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen.
Oh,
we're still so young, desperate for attention.
I aim to be
your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives.
