AN- After a long, long, long wait, I give you chapter 3! Haha, this story isn't really my priority right now, so updates are suuuuuuper slow :P Sorry 'bout that. But finally, finally we have ZEXION.
On with the show.
Axel scares the shit out of me.
Of course I mean this in a 'gee Axel is so unique, it can be slightly overwhelming' kind of way. That's what I tell him anyway.
Now to be honest, that little remark has nothing to do with anything. It's more like a warning for any and all future things the redhead psycho may do. Ok? Good. Anyway, back to me.
I'm standing in front of my new class. My teacher is called Xigbar and - as terrifying as he might look - Axel has told me he's freaking awesome. He has like, an eye patch and really long hair in a ponytail. Apparently he's twenty-three but I swear to God he looks about forty. He has a killer scar on his cheek to. I try not to stare.
"Introduce yourself kiddo!" I twitch at the nickname. I cast my eyes around the room, easily finding Axel, with his shockingly red hair and unnatural spikes. More than a class, this room looks like it's housing a circus, with all the randomly coloured hair and bizarre styles.
I easily slip on my award-winning grin and say, "Hi there! My name's Demyx Strife. I hope we can all get along, but unfortunately Axel Sinclair is my best friend, so some of you might judge me too quickly cause of him!" It's true.
A chorus of chuckles fills the room when Axel splutters out a protest. "Unfair! You're as bad as I am!" He yells, a smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth and dispelling any act of anger. "At least I didn't flood my mansion you little prick."
"You don't have a mansion, jackass." I retort, having had this very same 'argument' with Axel many times. Since I know my lines in particular show, I let my eyes wander idly around the room.
My eyes sweep along the back row, left to right, not really taking in much more than – that guy has pink hair, that guy has orangey hair, that guy has lavender hair…
I stop dead in my tracks, staring at the small teen. The world around me slows to a stop; my grin slipping slowly from my lips as my eyes go wide and my vision zeros in, everything else going blurry.
At first glance, his hair seems to be simple lavender, but upon closer inspection I can see that it is only that light at the top, going darker as it falls down to be cut jaggedly from his ear down his neck. The right half of the stranger's face is hidden completely by his hair, leaving only one eye to my view.
That eye is beautiful. It's huge but not in a buggy way, slightly half lidded like he's sleepy, or bored. It's a deep blue, bordering on purple.
I feel like I'm downing in those depths.
A fine slate eyebrow furrows over the boy's eye as he stares back at me, then said eye widens in… surprise? Realisation? I don't know. I wish I knew. Something in my chest twists and aches, my hand quickly grasping at the place over where my heart should be-
...No, that's not right. What? My heart…
"-myx? Demyx!" My head whips around to the owner of the voice, Axel.
"Huh?" I exclaim like the genius I am. He gives me this really weird look but it doesn't seem to compute, my mind still working up from the complete standstill it has come to. Oh yeah, our 'fight'.
I don't give an answer to any of the eyes looking at my questioningly. What do I say? 'Oh yeah sorry about that, I was too busy staring wistfully into another guys eye?' Geeze that sounds gay even in my own head.
Wait, gay? Am I gay?
…Whatever. Gay, straight, I don't care! All I know is that I really, really want to talk to that emo-guy on the back row. Like, now. I force my grin back into place so not to worry Axel, and know straight away that he has fallen for it, as usual.
"Geeze sorry. Totally spaced out there. Erm, do I need to do anything else?" I direct this at Xigbar, who grins back at me.
"Aw, we've got nothing better to do. Tell us a little about yourself Demyx." I think he just wants to make me suffer. Or he's a paedophile. Tough luck, talking is one of my strong points! And I'm not into older men.
My shit-eating grin widens. "Well sure thing Xiggy!" Axel starts pissing himself laughing at the name, and I jump onto Xigbar's desk, facing the class and kicking my legs like a kid.
Huh. Maybe Sora gets his habits from me.
"Well, I've already said I'm Demyx. I'm seventeen, but have been told I have the mental age of a five-year-old. Axel has been my friend since we were three, I don't remember the story well, but I think it started when he stole my blue crayon and I hit him with my foam guitar. Then he threw some plates at me like Frisbees so I dunked him in the paddling pool and he stole his brother's lighter and tried to set my guitar on fire… the rest is history." The pink haired guy and a blonde girl in front of him both start… cackling. Seriously there's no better description for it. Axel smirks at the fond memories.
Xigbar pokes my back. "Family?" He asks.
"Oh yeah. Well, I've got I pretty big family. There's my two brothers, my sister, my mum and," I barely pause, looking hard at everyone in the room, "my two dads."
No one even gasps. I blink in surprise when a hand goes up in the first row - a blond with a goatee who looks too old to be seventeen. Well everyone in this class seems older than seventeen, but that's not the point. "Uh, yes?"
A charming smile overtakes his face. "Hello, I'm Luxord. I don't think you remember me." He has a funny accent. I can't quite place it… "I was just wondering mate, if your dads are hot. Is it an open relationship?" I gape at him. Serious? Is he serious? Argh gross. J-just gross. He looks at me expectantly.
"Erm…" I start, giving him a dumbfounded look, "I've been told so… yeah I guess they are. Well…" I picture my fathers, but can't see them as anymore than parental (albeit weird ones) figures. So I try to put myself in the shoes of someone else - one of those insane girls from before? My face scrunches up slightly in thought. "…Yeah they are hot. I think."
"Fucking right they are." Axel helpfully adds. Luxord grins and mutters some happy words that I try to block out. It's seriously not a subject I feel comfortable with. The pink-haired guy throws a pen at Luxord's head, but I'm at a loss as to why. "I'd so tap that."
"Jesus, please don't. I really, really don't think I want you in my family, Ax." I laugh. The comment has Axel looking like a kicked puppy, but I ignore him, because he's a dramatic bitch.
The blonde girl who had previously been cackling cuts in before I can tell Axel what a drama queen he is, reminding me that I am still in fact in class. Oops. "As great as it is to finally meet the guy we've heard so much about from the pryo-" her voice is dripping in sarcasm, and I wonder what Ax has been saying about me, "-don't we have some classes or shit to get to? Xigbar?"
The teacher just relaxes back in his seat with an uncaring grin, making me think that if I'm in any of his classes other than his tutor, I won't be learning anything. Not that I can say I care too much.
"Do whatever you want," he says, "but you were due in your next class 5 minutes ago." The majority of the class seems to feel the same about this fact as he does. I can't say the same though.
"No way! Holy Christ I don't even know what class I'm in! Axel you asshole, I blame this totally and utterly on you." An accusing finger is pointed at the redhead in question while I go out of my mind with stress. What kind of impression will I be giving if I'm late?
"Ha, calm down Dem. What's the worst that can happen? It's not like anyone cares." The redhead laughs. Jerk. I think I might be hyperventilating or something.
"Oh yeah? OH YEAH? Well I'll give you an idea then shall I? One word – Tifa." All the colour seems to drain from his face, since he knows as well as I do that my mum will go bat-shit crazy if she gets even the whiff of me misbehaving.
Before I know what's happened, there's a vice-like grip on my arm dragging me towards the door. In shock, I look down at the purple head. The strange boy who I had been staring at before is manhandling me out of the room, much to the shock of everyone in it.
Axel tries to shout out at him, looking extremely pissed off, but the teen ignores him and the next thing I know, we're out the room and headed down the hall.
I think in a situation like this, I should be saying something, right? "Erm… excuse me?" I sound really squeaky, so I clear my throat and try again. "Who are you and should I run away?"
I crash into the smaller body when the boy suddenly stops. He turns his head in my direction, eye wide and brow furrowed. Strangely, I find my eyes zeroing in on his half parted lips. He looks even better this close up… I could just lean forward and…
Well, what do you know? I am gay.
I shake away thoughts of molesting strangers when said stranger speaks. "You don't know me." It doesn't sound like a question, but he sounds really downhearted. I just look confused. There's no way I've seen him before, right? I'd remember someone as pretty as…
"Wait what's your name? Oh God you haven't already told me have you? Because I swear, you'd think I'd remember your name." I stop abruptly, praying he doesn't pick up on the hidden context. "I mean, I saw you in class… erm your hair is… remember-able?" Sure Dem, when in doubt, make up words. Everyone in that bloody class has 'remember-able' hair.
I avert my eyes in embarrassment, cursing how stupid he must think I am now. I'm just wondering about all the things he must be thinking about me, when a smooth voice interrupts my inner-rant; "Zexion."
I blink. "Huh?" Damn that voice is distracting... What the heck is a Zexion?
"My name, its Zexion." Oh. Well, now I have a name for that face, so I grin. Zexion, who had been looking down about me not knowing him (hell if I know why) looks at me in shock. "What is it?" He asks.
"I don't really know, but I like your name. It suits you and…" I pause thoughtfully, "it sounds familiar. Oh hey maybe I do know you. Geeze I'm so sorry! Where have I met you before? I have a really, really bad memory." I quickly apologise, mentally thinking of anywhere I might have met this guy before and how in the name of God I've forgotten him.
He gives me a really weird look that makes me feel like he's not even looking at me anymore, but… he is… ok I'm confused. "I'm confused." I decide to tell him. He scowls at the floor, appearing deep in thought, and I can't help but think about how adorable his little almost-pout is.
"It's ok if you don't remember me…" he finally murmurs, sounding like he's talking to himself. My face goes completely white, and then suddenly bright red. HOW CAN I FORGET SOMEONE LIKE THIS?
I mean come on, he obviously expected me to, which means he must have been like… important right? Oh Jesus Christ Demyx you ultimate failure at life! Think, think, think! My face scrunches up in thought, but I'm coming up painfully blank.
For some reason, this makes me feel like I want to cry, and the atmosphere is suddenly very serious. "I'm sorry," I whisper, "I wish I could remember. Will you tell me?" I ask.
He looks up at me, contemplating, before shaking his head. "It's better you don't remember." I'm about to disagree, to argue that forgetting something as important as a person, no matter what my relation to him may have been, can't be better than remembering.
But Zexion has already turned to leave, and I'm left with the words hanging on the edge of my tongue, burning me. I shake my head and just like that the spell is broken. I smile uncertainly and bounce along after the smaller male, guessing that he must be leading us to our first class.
I can't actually tell whether or not I'm happy about what happened when I got to our first class - English. To start, Axel isn't in this class, so I didn't have the automatic Best-Friend-Chair reserved just for me. This put a bit of a damper on my mood, since I had no idea who any of the faces staring back at me were.
However, after a brief introduction of myself, the teacher sent me over to the only unoccupied space…
The seat placed next to Zexion.
You see my dilemma.
This is where I am now. Already ten minutes into the lesson and still not a single peep out of the other teen. Does this mean I talk to him? Or does this mean Zexion doesn't want to be my friend? But… he's the one who started all that weirdness before! I mean… he hasn't said that we can't be friends…
Then again, he hasn't said anything.
Maybe he just figures I'll get the point and not try to talk to him either? Damn it. Why is it that making friends – one friend – is so difficult? It's making me question everything for Gods sake.
"Psst…" I try to grab his attention, but the slightly smaller male barely twitches, keeping his head turned towards the teacher. That's not a good sign. No one ever passes up the chance to ignore education and talk.
I poke him on the arm, refusing to back down until I know for sure that it's a lost cause. I get more of a reaction this time, in the form of a twitch and a-
-Whoa. Whoa. Zexion just smiled! I swear a tiny, tiny twitch of the lips just appeared on his lips. It is gone almost as soon as it appears, like he had a thought that he wants to keep secret. But I'm sure I saw it.
I grin, feeling my hope return. "Hey, Zexy…" I whisper, trying again. He sighs quietly and turns slightly towards me. I figure that's as close to a 'go ahead' that he's going to give me, so continue. "Want to be friends?" I blush at how childish that sounds, but keep my smile in place.
Zexion turns further in my direction, ignoring the teacher now as he stares at me in disbelief. "What?"
"Uh…" His visible eye has sucked the rational thoughts straight from my head. "Me and you. Friends?" I repeat.
"You and I…" I'm not sure if he's correcting my grammar or just saying it again because he can't get his head around the idea. I wait patiently, tapping my fingers against our table to direct my nervous energy into something that isn't shouting or singing. We are still in the middle of class after all…
A few seconds pass with us staring at each other, Zexion seeming to be deep in thought. I don't know if it should offend me that he is thinking so intently on the simple question, but something deep in my gut is telling me that this is just how Zexy is, so I shouldn't expect anything less from him.
Weird.
"Why?" He whispers at me, watching my face closely. I blink at the inquiry, not knowing how to answer.
…Well, I know the actual answer, but I'm not about to turn around and tell him that I think I'm getting a crush on him over some weird… feeling he gives me. It's like he's drawing me in or something. "Well," I start, a look of intense concentration on my face. "I want to be your… friend." I frown at the word, thinking that it somehow doesn't feel right on my tongue. "But, I didn't know if you would want to be mine, since things got kind of weird before, in the hallway…" I trail off at the look on his face. Zexion turns back to the teacher, frowning slightly.
"Okay." He says quietly, not looking at me. "I'll be your friend Demyx."
My grin widens and I turn back to the lesson, feeling the best I have all day.
After English, I have Maths. I'm slightly disappointed to find that Zexy isn't in my Maths class, but this time I do have the Best-Friend-Chair reserved for me. Plus, before the end of English, I had managed to worm Zexion's mobile number out of him - 'for emergencies' as he put it.
This is turning out to be a pretty good day.
Axel, as usual, won't shut up long enough for any maths to register in my head, but I hate maths anyway, so I'm happy not to be working.
The tables in this room are set into groups of six, so Axel and I are sharing with a bunch of his friends, one of which I know.
They all know me. Which is kind of creepy…
I hadn't remembered him back in tutor, but the blond guy – Luxord – and I have met a few times before. He's promised me he won't hit on Leon and Cloud, but for some reason this doesn't make me feel any better. He's also tried to get me to play strip poker with him, but after Ax warned me that I'd never see my clothes again, I told him I'd pass. Other than that, I quite like Luxord.
Next to the card-player sits the pink-haired teen called Marluxia. Now I'm not one to judge a book by it's cover, but I can't tell if I'm going to get on with this guy. He keeps giving me these creepy looks, like he knows something I don't, and I'm 85% certain that he's feeling Luxord up under the table…
No one else has commented though, so I keep my mouth shut.
Larxene –the cackling blonde – and Saix fill the two other seats. Saix has long blue hair and two scars on his face that create a cross on the bridge of his nose. At first, the scars had automatically reminded me of Leon, but the two aren't as alike as they first seem.
I mean, Leon might seem pretty cold sometimes, but Saix is just… acting like a robot. But it's like I said, I won't judge a book by it's cover! Maybe he's just shy or something.
Saix glares at me like he knows what I'm thinking, snapping me back into reality. "So Dem," I turn to Marly in question, "what was up with that Zexion thing? You two ran out of there like your arses were on fire. Do you know each other or something?"
Everyone looks at me in interest, but Axel looks kind of pissed. I smile uncertainly, "well no we don't really know each other… But it's kind of weird, he acted like we've met before, you know?" I cock my head to the side in confusion. "Then he just brushed it off like it's nothing. But! He agreed to be my friend so-!"
"WHAT?" Axel cuts me off, glaring. "You asked to be that jerk's friend?! Jesus Dem, you idiot. You can't be friends with him!"
I'm really shocked, but I'm not about to let him talk that way about Zexion that way unless he has a damn good reason! I glare back at my friend. "What the hell Ax? What's wrong with Zexion?" I ask, folding my arms.
The redhead scowls for a second before glancing at the rest of the table. I notice then that they all look like they agree with the pryo, and I am suddenly worried about what seems to make Zex such a bad person.
"Well, what you said about him seeming to know you… Dem he's been like that with all of us." My face is blank, "for as long as I've known the freak, he's had some kind of grudge against me. He called me a fucking murderer once!" I've never seen Axel look so angry. It's really pretty scary. "Have I ever killed anyone Dem?"
I'm silent. Common sense is screaming at me to say no, of course Axel hasn't killed someone, because that would just be ridiculous… But the back of my mind is whispering one name over and over to me, so I can't seem to find the right words.
"I don't know Ax," I say instead, "have you?" My face is serious while the redhead's is shocked.
"O-of course I haven't you idiot. Bloody hell, has Zexion gotten into your head already?" The taller teen shakes his head, not believing that I said that. I can't either to be honest, but I don't believe that Zexy would lie on purpose, so he's either right (which is ridiculous) or there has been some kind of misunderstanding between the two of them.
I'm about to start arguing back, because Zexion hasn't 'gotten into my head' – not on purpose anyway – but Luxord cuts in before I can. "Hey Demyx, would you like to attend a party this Friday? My parents are away, so it'll be a free house." He grins at me, looking slightly uneasy but trying to change the subject onto safer topics.
It works.
"Huh? A party? Count me in!" I grin back at him, ignoring the jerk sitting to my right. "Who's going?" I ask.
"Everyone. Well, everyone we can stand anyway," he laughs, "Hey you could invite your siblings!" The more the merrier. It's been a while since I've seen Roxas anyway." He smirks in Axel's direction, but I pay it no mind.
"You know Rox?" I ask, shocked. The other blond nods.
"He's hung out with us a few times, the kid's a riot at a party." I try to get my head around my baby brother partying with these guys... Somehow, I can see it.
"I'll ask them." I promise, wondering why Rox has never mentioned going out with Axel and his friends. Or why I was never invited.
I simply assume Tifa is the reason, and let it slide.
The rest of the lesson is spent talking over party plans. By the end of the hour, even Axel and I are back on speaking terms. Neither of us mentions Zexion again though.
I don't see Zexion at break, which is probably for the best anyway.
I hang around with my new friends around the back of the school, where the ones of us with a habit can fulfil it without teachers caring. I for one don't smoke. The main reason for this is my mother, since she has a sixth sense about these things and would killed me if I dared to take a single drag. I also enjoy my lungs thank-you-very-much and smoking might kill my singing voice.
So I can't personally see the benefits. Axel smokes though, so if my voice gets ruined, I'll know whom to maim.
The conversation turns to my 'musical talents' as Ax calls them. "Sing us something Dem!" The redhead encourages, flicking some ash from his cigarette to the floor. "Have you written anything recently?"
I shake my head, pouting. "I'm suffering severe writers block Axy! It's terrible, the words won't come and the tunes just aren't working! I've lost my inspiration! My life is over!" I wave my arms about dramatically, not noticing when I almost hit Saix in the face.
"Calm down, calm down Drama Queen." Says Luxord, coolly punching Marly in the gut when the pink haired male tries to get to his neck again. Despite the molestation, the blond is smiling, so I'm really confused about that relationship. But the others act like this is totally normal - even Marly is still smirking, crouched over and trying to catch his breath.
I guess I'll have to ask Axel about that.
"Everyone has off days-"
"Months." I sullenly correct.
"…Months then," Luxord continues, "just you wait kid, you'll be writing and singing up a storm soon enough!" His enthusiasm isn't really rubbing off on me.
"You know what I think will inspire you?" I look to Larxene, surprised that she's going to give me advice. I mean, from my one day (not even half a day but whatever) of knowing her, Larxene is…
Well, a bitch. "Getting laid." She looks deadly serious. "Don't give me that look you prick. You have to know that the best songs are about 'love'. Or getting your heart broken… Maybe we should get you a one-night stand so you can sing about how depressed you are. You seem like a long-term kinda guy Demyx, a one-night stand would break your pathetic little heart."
Axel bursts out laughing, leaning against the school for support. I smile nervously at Larxene's expectant expression, and tell her I'll think about it.
The next lesson flies by in a blur, but I'm pretty sure it was RS, judging from the religious crap on the walls.
Zexion isn't in that class either.
I shouldn't keep thinking about him… It doesn't make sense for me to want to be friends with someone who my best friend hates so much!
But I guess that's the thing that bugs me so much… Neither of them seems to have a valid reason to hate the other! Sure Zexy seems to weirdly know people, but that might just be the way he comes across or something.
Axel doesn't seem willing to make friends with Zexion, but I'll have to find out how Zex feels about the matter!
This is why, when the bell rings to signal the start of lunchtime, I turn to Axel as we pack away, an annoyed frown on my face. "What's with the pout Blondie?" He asks, shrugging his bag over one shoulder. I sigh.
"I've got to go talk to the Headmaster or something. I don't know, it's some new kid thing. It's so unfair Ax," I pile it on with the whining, "it's totally singling me out! That's like, bullying or something, right?"
The redhead just laughs, patting me on the back. "Sure it is Dem." He's so buying it. I almost feel bad. "Do you know how long it'll take?" He asks, "We were all planning on heading over to Luxord's this lunch, he lives just up the road." Perfect.
I pull a face at the floor, "I have no idea," I sigh. I actually would have liked to go over to Lux's too… Oh well, I guess there's always next time. "You guys go on ahead, if it doesn't take too long I'll try to catch up." I promise him.
Axel and I say our goodbyes and I trail slowly in the opposite direction to the one I saw him take, waiting until he's out of sight to whip out my phone.
I spot a toilet, but decide it's probably safer to ring from somewhere I'm less likely to be found. I wait until I find a cleaning cupboard, doing a small victory dance when I discover it unlocked and slipping in unnoticed. I'm surrounded by disinfectant that itches my nose, but ignore it as I happily scroll my contacts.
I come across 'Sexy Zexy' and grin, pressing the call button and holding the device to my ear with a grin. It rings a couple of times, before being answered by a cool voice. "Hello?"
"Zexy!" My grin widens, "hey where are you? I'm coming over, ok?" I make it a question, sill unsure if the other teen wants to spend time with me.
"Demyx?" I hear him sigh, making my heart sink in worry. "What about your friends? I'm sure they don't want you to be with me." He sounds kind of angry, but it's subdued by his monotone voice.
"Just tell me where you are Zexy, and leave them to me," I insist.
"…Where are you?"
"In a cupboard."
"…"
"Now where are you?"
Sigh. "On the school field, under the tree on the second slope. Oh, and stop calling me that." I have no idea what he's on about, but thank him profusely anyway, promising him I'll be there in five minutes.
I don't even feel upset when he hangs up on me.
I poke my head out of the door, searching for witnesses and breathing a sigh of relief when I find none. I slip out of the cupboard and take off in the direction I guess the field is in.
I keep my promise, spotting the tree after only two and a half minutes of power walking. I can see now what Zex meant about the slopes. The school field is massive, made up of flat planes separated by grassy slopes.
The slate-haired teen doesn't look up as I approach, seeming to be absorbed in a book. I dump my bag on the grass beside him, flopping down on his right with a huff. I have practically run here after all. "Hey." I greet, glancing at the boy beside me.
"Good afternoon Demyx." He says, not bothering to look up from his book. Well, I guess I can't blame the guy, since he hadn't been expecting company. I wonder where the big guy he was sitting beside in tutor is, but before I ask, Zexion speaks again. "Where are your 'friends'?" I can tell he's trying to hide how he said that last word mockingly. I pout, but don't mention it.
"Everyone went to Luxord's house," I reply. He glances at me and guesses the pout is about something else.
"They didn't invite you?" I can't read his expression. If I had to guess though, I'd say Zexion looks kind of angry that I was 'left out'.
My heart flutters.
"No way! I told them I couldn't go." I smile at him. I swear, Zexy is blushing at that. That is so adorable!
"They have no problems with you being with me?" He says it in disbelief, and I go red at his choice of words. I rub the back of my neck sheepishly.
"Well, not exactly…" I admit, "I told them that I had to see the Head…" I avoid Zexion's gaze, ashamed with myself for not telling them I was going to be with Zexy. I should have just stood up to them…
A quiet chuckle comes from my left, making me glance over. I blink at Zexion, who has put his book down to give me his full attention. He gives me a small half-smile, making me grin stupidly. "They must be stupid to believe that the Headmaster would have the time to meet every student that transfers to the school." He smirks when I can't help but laugh, cause it's probably true.
"Stupid of not, they're still my friends," I say, looking at Zex. He stops smirking.
"I wonder why." He looks away, at the blue sky.
I guess now's as good a time as any. "How come you hate them all so much?" I ask warily, watching the slate-haired teenager instead of the beautiful sky above us.
My question makes him sigh again, and I wonder if I'm getting on his nerves. I hope not… I can't see Zexion's face too well from over here, but when the wind blows his hair slightly, I notice that he's closed his eyes.
"Because they don't remember," he speaks quietly, so I have to strain to hear him. "Even Axel… Even if he just acknowledged…!" His eyes open, noticing my stare. "I shouldn't really be saying this to you Demyx. Because you don't remember either." I know he's probably right, because I have no idea what he's talking about, even now… but does that mean…?
"Do you hate me too…?" My voice is just as quiet as his had been. I sound really pathetic to be honest, but I can't help it… for some reason, just the thought of Zexion hating me…
He stares at me for a moment before answering.
"No, I don't hate you Dem." He sounds neutral, unconvincing. I don't trust his words. "Really." He adds. I just nod dumbly, pretending I believe him.
There is an aching in my chest; it hurts like something's been ripped out.
Zexion stares at the hand clutching my shirt, then glances to my face. He says nothing, and neither do I.
AN- YAY ZEXION. By the way, if anyone seems OOC, don't hesitate to tell me. I need to know these things!
I've noticed (well DorkFace noticed) that there is an extreme lack of KH yaoi updating. So I finished writing this chapter, and it's the longest I've ever written one! I wrote over half of it on my ipod too, so that kinda killed my eyes.
Feel free to crit this story by the way. I'm not sure how I feel about it, so your views will let me know what I need to fix :D
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