Don't Fear The Reaper, Book 1
Chapter 2. The Encore, The Memories, The Kiss.

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"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.
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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.
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"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.