Zexion's second chapter, a continuation from Demyx's, with a little bit of a re lap. Enjoy.

I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

PLUM WINGS & A MIDNIGHT DIRGE - ARRIVAL

The next morning, as well as the next few days, were the same as they always were toward the end of summer. Either everyone you knew was getting together for "one last time" before school, or they were too busy to do anything with you at all. In this case, Demyx was begging me for help with his packing.

"I think this would be helpful...no, no, it would take up too much space for something else. What about this? No...Hey, Zexion, do you think I should bring this?" He held up a folder that contained several sheets of music. I shrugged and went back to reading.

"It doesnt matter what I think you should bring. It's up to you. Besides," I placed my bookmark at the page I stopped reading and closed it. "Do you have any idea how unlikely it is for us to be in the same room? I know that's what you're thinking about."

"Yeah, but..." He looked again at his folder, and then in the corner where he kept his guitar. After a few seconds of deliberation, he paperclipped the sides shut and tossed the folder into the bag he was taking with him. That also meant he was taking his guitar, which, I thought was a very good idea.

Demyx adored his instrument like I adored my books. It would be a very, very bad idea if he left the stupid thing at home. For crying out loud, the kid has a panic attack whenever he sees something that he mistakes for a chip in the body of the guitar, I could only imagine the horror he'd go through without having it around.

The whole "packing" episode passed faster than I expected it to, and we had nothing to do for a long time. So, we did what we always did. I read, he played guitar.

The day finally came for Demyx and I to begin school, and his father drove the both of us, even though we both had liscences. And do you want to know something stupid thing about the academy? Even if you have a car and can drive, they dont allow you to have one on campus. I dont know why, either. I couldnt find any sort of explaination for that little rule.

When we arrived at the academy, I had the royal pleasure of Demyx clinging to my side just like he did when he was seven, and just like every year we moved schools. We made our way to the front office because I desprately wanted to get out of all of the commotion and into a room that I could begin to modify for my liking.

"Aw, man..."

"What?"

"We're not even close to having the same room..." Demyx showed me a piece of paper that had his room number on it. His was 92, and mine was 6.

"Well at least you dont have to live next to annoying drug addicts rolling in from town every weekend like Ill have to. My room is over there, right where the entrance is." I hated it. So very, very much.

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Well, then, Demyx," I turned, adjusting my bag. "See 'ya later."

"Bye." He was nervous, I could tell. But he needed to learn how to get off my back and do things himself. It was high school, at an academy, and he couldnt just cling to me forever.

Upon getting into my room, I saw the two pairs of beds, nightstands and desks in the room in symmetrical order, as well as the closets. No one else was in the room, nor was anything else sitting there, I was apparently the first to show up to this particular dorm. So, I began the unpacking process.

Seeing that I brought more books along with me than actual possessions, the top of my desk was emersed in them. And that was only what was in my first bag, at the bottom of my second bag there were more. Other than that, the only things I had were clothes, school supplies, laptop, and my simple digital camera.

It didnt take me too long at all before I was beyond settled in, I even had my bed made. Then my phone went off. I looked at it.

Demyx.

I sighed, opening the message.

Can you come to my room? Again I sighed.

Be there in a minute. And...off I went.

Apparently, Demyx was having trouble with his roomate. But, when I got there, the guy had left. So when the door was opened for me, Demyx didnt even say hello, he just dragged me inside and made me help him unpack his things.

"What was so bad about him?" I asked, putting away a pair of his pants.

"Even when I first got in here he freaked me out, man! He was a creeper!"

"Is that it?"

"No, he wouldnt leave me alone, either...and he was always watching me..."

"Im sorry, I guess. No one else besides me has shown up to my room. To tell you the truth, Im kind of hoping it stays that way." You know that old saying Speak of the Devil and he shall appear? Well, right then and there, Demyx's roomate came right on in, and Demyx...wasnt really lying about the way he looked, not that Im one to judge.

He had long black and silver hair, strangely enough, and his face was rather boney. He looked like he was going to like, eat us or something when he smiled.

"Well, well, who's this?" He asked Demyx after seeing me.

"Uh, my friend," He said, clearly nervous. "Zexion." I never took my eyes off of him. He creeped me out. I felt like I needed to watch him.

"Huh." Was all he said, then threw something on his side of the room and left.

"That was him?" I asked when he was far enough way to not hear us talk.

"Mhm,"

"What's he call himself?" I looked at the door.

"Xigbar."

"Xigbar?"

"Yeah, but he said I should call him Xiggy." He shivered.

"Hm. Well, Demyx, do you need me for anything? It looks like you've got everything settled."

"Well I dont wanna stay here alone," I sighed, he wanted to cling to me, I could tell.

"Demyx..." I started. "You've seriously got to learn how to deal with situations on your own. Ive always been in the way of others in means of protecting you, so now it's time you learned how to do it for yourself." I waved and left for my room without another word.

The rest of the night was...pretty boring. No one came to move into the room I was in, so I assumed I was going to live by myself. Even still, though, reading from the early afternoon all the way to ten at night was quite a long time to be reading, even for someone like me. I couldnt help but wonder how Demyx was doing, he hadnt sent me any messages the entire day after I left him.

You there? And I waited. A few minutes later I got a reply.

Help meeeeeee D: My hand slammed into my forehead. I knew I would have to go to him. So I got my shoes on and left, hoping no security or anything was going to catch me.