Xigbar was holding a basketball on his hip with the whistle in his mouth. He examined as the teens played an intense game of basketball. That's when someone tapped his shoulder. He turned to see Demyx. He spit the whistle out of his mouth and raised his eyebrow.

"Ey Demyx. Wassup?" Xigbar asked and Demyx blushed.

"I forgot my books in my gym locker. Could you unlock the door to the locker room for me please?" Demyx asked rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

"Sure little dude! Lets go." Xigbar said and they walked out of the gym and around to the locker room doors. He unlocked the boys locker-room and Demyx smiled.

"Thank you." He said and scurried in. Xigbar waited there for Demyx so he could lock the doors again but Demyx walked back blushing.

"I... I don't remember my combination." He said shyly and Xigbar laughed.

"Dude, you had it 2 periods ago." He said and Demyx laughed nervously. "Alrighty." Xigbar said and stopped holding the door open and walked in the locker-room. "So where is it."

"I have all of my books in my regular locker." Demyx admitted and Xigbar raised an eyebrow.

"Then why did you want to--"

"I wanted to ask you a favor." Demyx said sadly looking at the ground and Xigbar crossed his arms with a smile.

"Alright. Shoot." He said and Demyx sighed.

"Can you teach me how to be cool?" Demyx asked and Xigbar raised his eyebrow and slightly chuckled as he rubbed the bottom of his nose.

"What do you mean 'teach you how to be cool'?" He asked and Demyx nodded slowly.

"Please Coach. Your like the coolest teacher ever. Everyone likes you. In the locker room the guys were talking about how awesome you were." Demyx said and Xigbar smiled.

"Really?" He asked and Demyx looked up.

"...No not really but still." Demyx said and Xigbar's happy expression faded quickly.

"Gee that's a way to get me to help." Xigbar grumbled and Demyx took a step closer and looked into Xigbar's eyes pleasingly. Their faces were only a few inches apart.

"Please." He urged and Xigbar bit his lips as his cheeks began to burn. He looked into Demyx's bright green eyes.

"...Ok." Xigbar caved in breathlessly. "I'll do it."

"Thanks!" Demyx said happily. "Can you stay after today?"

"Um... Yeah... Yes, definitely mhm." Xigbar said with a smile.

"Thank you SO much!" Demyx said and hugged Xigbar tightly and then bolted out the door happily.

Xigbar turned his head slightly to the door and smiled softly.

"Your welcome.. Demyx." He whispered and walked back to the gym class.

--

"Alright everyone, it's 7th period. Nearly the end of the day. I understand but will you please, SHUT UP!" Vexen growled and the classroom became a dull hush. "Thank you."

"VEXY!" Xigbar yelled running in the classroom and Vexen's eyebrow twitched and people snickered.

"They're practically always together." Zexion whispered to Demyx who giggled and nodded.

"What do you want from my life Xigbar?" He asked and Xigbar took a second to catch his breath.

"Wow.... How am I the gym teacher?" He asked himself as he wheezed and a few people laughed.

"How are you out of breath? The gym is down the hallway." Vexen stated simply and Xigbar smiled.

"Shut up, I'm old. Ok. Back to what I wanted to--Oh shit I forgot. Iight peace." Xigbar said and Vexen looked confused and then smacked his forehead as the class started to laugh.

"I'm glad that's over..." Vexen mumbled and walked to the chalkboard and began writing.

Zexion and Demyx were passing a note. Mainly Demyx was the one 'talking' and Zexion just read it and passed it back telling Demyx to give him more information. But something startled him.

Zexion, is there something wrong? You never pay attention in class and usually you write back... Oh my god... Your enjoying this class aren't you?

Zexion's eyes scanned the paper briskly and his eyebrow raised slightly and he glanced back up at the board as Vexen continued to teach the class. He didn't enjoy the class. He wasn't even caught up in the class. It was Vexen that he was caught up in. Something about him seemed off. Something wasn't right and Zexion wanted to find out what it was. He couldn't place a finger on it. He bit his thumb and picked up his silver gel pen and began writing back to Demyx.

I don't enjoy these "intriguing" lectures of his. What I'm actually interested in is him. Don't you notice how he seems kind of off? I'm just trying to comprehend what he's trying to do. Becoming a teacher randomly after many years of not being one just... It doesn't make sense in my mind. He's here for a reason and I don't know what that reason is.

Zexion wrote but then looked up and from his peripheral vision he noticed Demyx wasn't paying attention. Zexion quickly scribbled out his spiel and changed it.

Yes Demyx. I'm enjoying this class very much so.

Demyx got the note and smiled, he didn't even take note of the scribbled out paragraph. Zexion was thankful. After all, if he was going to do any investigation on Vexen, he had to do it without Demyx there. He loved Demyx like a brother but he would just make it more complicated and obvious. Of coarse this mean that Zexion would have to get close to Vexen so Vexen would tell him what was going on but that was ok. He was going to get answers either way.

--

Xigbar was sitting at the highest point of the bleachers in the middle. Vexen sat next to him and they just sat there saying absolutely nothing. There was nothing TO say. They were tired. The day wore them out more than it should. Xigbar had to break up 2 fights and it wasn't fun... Actually it was but he wouldn't admit it out loud.

"Hey Xigbar." Vexen said randomly and Xigbar turned to him.

"What Vexy?" He asked and Vexen pointed to the doors where Demyx stood with an instrument case and his backpack.

"You've got a visitor. I'll just leave you two be. I've got to go somewhere anyways." Vexen said and hopped off the bleachers and as he passed Demyx they exchanged hellos.

"Yo Demyx." Xigbar said walking to him. "Wassap?"

"I was just wondering if now.." Demyx blushed and Xigbar nodded.

"Sure sure. Come on kiddo." Xigbar said and led Demyx to the bleachers. On the bottom row, Demyx placed his belongings down neatly. Xigbar raised his eyebrow and pointed to the case. "What instrument is that?"

"Oh... This... This is just a Sitar." Demyx said and Xigbar grinned.

"Pop that sucker open I wanna see." He said and Demyx blushed.

"It's nothing special." Demyx said bashfully as he opened the case.

"Can you play a bit?" Xigbar asked curiously.

"Well if you want me to." Demyx mumbled and Xigbar nodded and Demyx picked up the instrument and strummed it lightly.

Xigbar sat patiently just listening to the beautiful music. About a half an hour went by and Xigbar wouldn't let his eyes leave Demyx's hands which were professionally playing the instrument. Demyx finally slowed the song down and completely stopped playing. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at the dazed Xigbar. Xigbar leaned in and ran his fingers down the eastern Indian instrument.

"That was the most beautiful song I've ever heard." He whispered and Demyx blushed.

"Well... Since I've been playing since I was 3, I've learned to freestyle songs with it. I'm glad you like that one. I was just going with the flow of my heartbeat." Demyx explained and put the Sitar back in it's case. "Now can you teach me how to be cool?"

"I honestly don't see anything uncool about you. Your perfect." Xigbar said simply and Demyx blushed and giggled.

"Thank you coach." Demyx thanked and Xigbar smiled.

"All you have to do is get confidence. Do things you want to do. Don't care what other people think." Xigbar explained and Demyx nodded.

"Thanks again coach. Maybe we could hang out tomorrow but right now I'm late for something." Demyx stumbled to get up and put on his book bag. Xigbar stood up.

"What are you late for?" Xigbar walked Demyx to the gym door and Demyx shook his head while blushing.

"It's to embarrassing." Demyx answered looking down and Xigbar put his hand on Demyx's shoulder.

"Come on, I won't laugh." Xigbar offered with a smirk.

"...I have dance class." Demyx muttered and Xigbar grinned.

"Well then..." He started and leaned in closer to Demyx with a devilish look. "You'll have to show me a dance one day."

"O-ok." Demyx stuttered with a look between hopeful and embarrassed.

"Need a ride?" Xigbar asked and Demyx stayed quiet. "I'm taking that as a yes."

He dragged Demyx to the parking lot and grabbed the Sitar and tossed Demyx his helmet. Demyx blinked.

"A motorcycle?" He questioned slightly afraid and Xigbar nodded and swung his leg over the bike.

"Don't worry. Just hold on tight. You could either grab this strap, or me." Xigbar winked slightly and Demyx nodded slowly and put on the helmet but had a hard time buckling it. Xigbar grabbed Demyx's jacket and pulled him closer so he could fumble with the buckle of the helmet and Demyx got on the motorcycle. The strap to the sitar case was around Xigbar but the sitar was in the front not on his back. Demyx held the strap but the second the bike started moving he clung to Xigbar who just chuckled in response.

"Come on kid. It ain't that scary."

--

Vexen sat at his desk going over paperwork. Apparently labs were necessary. And he had to grade them. Vexen didn't have patience like that. It just wasn't in his nature.

He went through the labs and numbered them because he knew that even seniors could be unorganized. It would help a bunch of people including himself. He heard the dull roar of Xigbar's motorcycle and glanced out of the window. How convenient that his window was overlooking the parking lot? He said some kid on the back of Xigbar's motorcycle. Vexen just shook his head and continued with his paperwork.

"Excuse me." Vexen heard and slightly jumped when he turned around. He saw Zexion holding his books.

"Well hello there Zexion." Vexen said and turned back to the mass amount of labs he had to number.

"Well... I was talking to the guidance counselor." Zexion started and sat in front of Vexen's desk. "About the check and connect program."

"Ah yes. I've heard of that. Isn't that where a student picks a teacher to talk to in the morning and then after school, sort of like a big brother of some sort?" Vexen asked and Zexion nodded.

"Yeah... I was wondering if you wanted to be that teacher for me." Zexion said and Vexen smiled.

"Well I'm touched that you came to me for help." Vexen put down the papers and walked over to Zexion who was sitting cross legged on the desk. "Of coarse I'll do it."

"...Thank you." Zexion looked down at the floor and Vexen sat next to him.

"So what's going on with you Zexion?" He asked and Zexion turned to him slowly.

"Nothing really." Zexion mumbled.

"Are you sure?" Vexen questioned and Zexion sighed and got up.

"Even though you're my check and connect person doesn't mean I completely trust you yet." Zexion said and got up and left the room. Vexen sighed.

"Alright..."

--

"Oh Vexy. You don't know this kid is like... Ugh." Xigbar grabbed a beer for Vexen's fridge and plopped down on the couch next to his best friend.

"I'm ever so glad that you like him." Vexen droned and cuddled on the couch.

"Don't worry, just talk to the kid. I'm sure he'll trust you soon." Xigbar said and Vexen turned to him.

"I need to get another dream." Vexen said and stood up. "Wake me up if something bad happens."

Vexen pulled out a mini notebook and wrote down a question.

What happens with Zexion's death?

He wrote it in a silver pen. He pulled out a small pouch and folded up the paper and put it in the dream-bag and put the small bag underneath his pillow. He pulled out a candle and lit it. A silver candle. He then laid down and waited for the secrets to consume him.

The trees were standing still. The night was completely black but there was a full moon. A twinkling light. Panting. Heavy wheezing. A gasp.

"D-DEMYX!" Zexion yelled, but it seemed that Vexen saw through the boy's eyes. He felt his arms stinging. "DEMYX!"

His legs felt weak and he collapsed to the ground. He screamed in agonizing pain and his throat burned. He threw up blood as he crawled. There was a noise behind Zexion and he kept crawling. Trying to save himself from whatever was coming. He grunted in pain and pulled the bushes to the side and there was a perfect view of a cemetery.

"Demyx." Zexion grumbled as he saw a figure laying limp on the ground. He picked himself up and stumbled over to the body. There was Demyx laying completely unconscious. His sitar was next to him broken into pieces. Zexion turned his head and threw up more blood as tears stung his eyes.

"VEXEN!" Xigbar yelled and Vexen shot awake. Blood was everywhere and Vexen had tears running down his face.

"W-what happened?" Vexen was shaking terribly.

"You were vomiting blood. Not cool." Xigbar said and put a wet rag on Vexen's forehead as he peeled off the covers and brought them to the washer. "Go take a hot shower."

"...Ok." Vexen said and got up. His legs were shaking and Xigbar walked back in.

"Sit down. I'll start you a bath." Xigbar said softly and gently pushed Vexen back on the bed.

"Xigbar, thank you." Vexen's voice was raspy and Xigbar smirked.

"Would you like some tea?" Vexen's eyebrow raised.

"How did you know--"

"I've been your best friend for a long time dude. You get sick or feel shitty, you want tea. I know. Two sugars and milk. Now you sit here and I'll be back." Xigbar said and left the room.

Vexen looked at the ceiling thinking about where the setting was. Obviously a cemetery. In the grave right before someone named Savannah Wilkinson. He needed to figure out exactly who that person was.