A/N: Read chapter 9 and 10 while listening to "Tainted Love" by Marilyn Manson. I less than three it.

"Are you his friends?" The nurse-a-nator asked Xigbar and Zexion as her partner tended to Demyx. She had an average build, with short cut blonde hair and two locks of hair that stuck nearly straight up. If Demyx weren't bleeding profusely, Xigbar probably would have laughed.

"Yes." Xigbar said, elbowing Zexion before he could deny it. The other boy nodded then, holding back another cough. He couldn't risk the nurse-a-nator seeing what he might cough up…

"How did this happen?" She wasn't looking at them, and her tone suggested that she didn't care much for them either.

"He fell off his skateboard… onto the pavement." Zexion said dumbly, an odd feeling overcoming him.

"He didn't fall." Xigbar snapped rather icily, "The skateboard broke. The wheels flew off—he stayed on for a little bit after that, but—" Zexion felt so out of place here… Demyx was never his friend. Demyx pitied him, that's the only reason they 'hung out'. Xigbar didn't like him, and Demyx probably didn't either.

"Right, right, I got it. 'Ey! Ax! You done?"

"Yes, Bugger, I'm done. Are these kids coming…?" Turning around, the nurse-a-nator's partner flashed them a look. He appeared to be kinder than his partner, but also slightly more insane. His hair was dull red and spiked back, his eyes a dazzling green.

"Hey." The one who had been called 'Bugger' flicked her wrist at the two, "Are you kids coming? We're going to take your friend to the hospital."

"Yes!" Xigbar sprang into action, grabbing his skateboard from the ground and moving to the back of the ambulance, where the redhead helped him inside.

"What about you?" Zexion stood frigid for a moment, unsure. He gulped, and shook his head. He could feel Xigbar's disdainful look as he turned away and began to walk along the sidewalk.

Without even thinking about it, he coughed. He remembered at the last moment and covered his mouth, planning to turn the corner and clean himself. The nurse-a-nator grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. She pulled a tissue out of her pocket and wiped the small bit off his face and hands, and pressed something into his palm. Turning without a word, she climbed into the truck. Zexion watched it speed away before looking at what she had handed him. A… condom…?

Demyx awoke in the ambulance. His eyes opened, glittering with pain, but he said nothing. Xigbar leaned his head over and looked at him, softly calling his name. "Demyx… man, are you okay?"

"Xigbar…?"

"Yeah?"

"Has my nose stopped bleeding?"

"What? Your nose isn't bleeding."

"Then why am I bloody?"

"Your skateboard got trashed, dude." Xigbar tried to laugh, but the notion was choked in his throat. He let out the breath he'd been holding—Demyx seemed to be okay. "You're in an ambulance."

"Oh." Demyx fell silent, which made Xigbar begin to worry again. "Wheres Zexion?" He asked finally. The ambulance had a bed secured in place by metal rods, but the redhead insisted that Demyx sit in one of the chairs instead, while he wrapped the gash on his arm.

"He stayed behind."

"Shit."

"Why do you care so much?" Xigbar asked with a snort, "When the ambulance came, he just… left, dude. He just kept looking at it with this weird look in his eyes. It was creepy."

"He's my friend."

"Whatever, dude." Xigbar stood up as the Redhead did so, taking Demyx's good arm.

"We're here. You can get out." Unlocking the door, he kicked it open with his foot and practically swung Demyx onto the ground. Xigbar followed the two, wondering inwardly just how this man became a nurse… doctor… whatever he was. He vaguely noticed the ambulance driving off behind them, as the redhead pulled Demyx into the hospital.

"Hey, Nex, this kid fell off his skateboard." The redhead was speaking to the woman behind the counter. She was of African decent, her hair silver with dark brown streaks and pulled into a rather spikey ponytail. "There are pieces of gravel lodged deep in there… we may have to operate…"

Demyx wasn't at school the next day. Zexion didn't really expect him to be… Xigbar was, however. He made sure to tell Zexion how they had to remove a chunk of gravel from Demyx' shoulder, and how he needed about 20 stitches. And most of all, about how much he asked for Zexion. Before Xigbar left the hospital the night before, Demyx made sure to beg him to look after Zexion. Which he did by following the younger boy everywhere he went.

"You're coming the hospital after school. My mom is going to pick me up—you're coming too." Xigbar made sure to inform him when the announcements ended. Zexion didn't move.

"Mr. Xemnas is tutoring me." Zexion said softly, not looking up.

"Look you little piece of shit," Xigbar growled, slamming his fist against the desk. "Demyx risked his ass for you. We want to help you, you stupid little fuck."

"I would most appreciate it if you didn't curse in my classroom, Mr. Bullet." Xemnas was looming behind him, eyes like daggers. Shaking his head, Xigbar slung his backpack over his shoulder and stormed out. Zexion watched as Xemnas locked the door behind Xigbar. The lights were turned off, and Xemnas was sitting in a chair in the corner of the classroom not visible from the window. "You've been a good boy, so why don't I give you a reward?"

Zexion did what he was told. He walked, slowly, to where his teacher was sitting. With shaky hands, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small circle of plastic. Motioning to Xemnas, then lowering his eyes, he spoke. "Mr… Mr Xemnas. Please…?" Mr. Xemnas scoffed and took the condom from the student's hand. Setting it on his desk, he returned his full attention to Zexion.

Zexion know what was coming

"Why would you want to use that? You're already filthy, a disgusting little thing. So why waste time trying to make you pretty? You're nobody… you can never be somebody." Zexion was shaking now, more than before. Xemnas laid his hand on Zexion's cheek softly. "But I'll protect you… because no one else will. No one else will ever love you. But I will. You are mine. Your tears are mine, your whimpers are mine, your shivers are mine… you have nothing else. You can't smile. Because you're nobody."

But it still hurt.

"You aren't allowed. Because you are broken. You're sick and broken and filthy, and you can never be happy. But I'll still be here. I'll care about you. Don't try to run away again… because I'm all you got."

Like a thousand knives.

"I'm all you're allowed to have."

Because he wasn't good enough.

"You want to know why?"

Because he was alone

"Because I'm a good person. I'll love you, a disgusting thing like you, and yet you turn away from me. That hurts. But it only proves how disgusting you are." Hands trailed through Zexion's pale silver hair. "But I still love you. You are so lucky, you know…"

And when Xemnas was with him, when Xemnas touched him…

Zexion was almost distracted enough not to have noticed that his pants were unzipped. But he wasn't stupid, he felt the twangs of pleasure at the other man's light, teasing touches. The last thing Zexion wanted was to give him the pleasures of seeing him cry. But… no matter what, as Mr. Xemnas' hand slipped under his boxers, he could feel the sting of hot tears in his eyes.

He felt more alone than he'd ever been.

A knock at the door stopped Xemnas' wandering fingers. Snorting, Xemnas pulled his hand back and kicked Zexion towards his desk. Taking the hint, he crawled under the teacher's desk and pulled up his pants.

"Ah, Saix, what a lovely surprise…" Zexion could hear Xemnas saying…

"Xemnas, is there a particular reason you are hiding in a locked room?" Saix's voice was stern and emotionless, which made him an assistant principal to be feared. He was mocked as well, his favorite phrases often repeated in a robotic voice. Xemnas had no mercy when Saix was mocked, most people would say it was because they sleep together.

Zexion knew better, though. Saix had walked in enough times to know that he was more than a fuckbuddy to Xemnas. If he was capable of love, then Xemnas had it for Saix.

"It makes it just so much more romantic, don't you think…?" through the small gap at the bottom of the desk, Zexion could only see their feet. But Xemnas had moved closer to Saix, most likely in a kiss.

"I have a job." Saix answered, after a moment. He seemed to be tired, or just didn't really want to deal with Xemnas at the time.

"We can make it quick." Xemnas moved in once again, this time Zexion could hear the small smacking noises they made with each small kiss.

"No—!" Saix was cut off, and Zexion heard the noise of a hand scraping against the desk. Something had been picked up, and it was confirmed when Xemnas spoke again.

"I've got one," He was saying, "I got it from a student. So why not…? You never let me touch you, Saix…" Putting one and one-and-a-half together, Zexion guess what Xemnas was talking about the condom.

"I'm busy." Saix growled, a bit of his temper yielding itself in his expression. Saix was a man with brains, he knew he had to get his work done before playing around… but Xemnas still wasn't satisified.

"How about I help you?" A moment passed, and Zexion couldn't hear anything. Someone sniffed.

"…What's his name?" Saix asked softly. Xemnas took a step back. "I can smell it on your hand. Who is it?"

"I didn't—"

"It's Vexen, isn't it? It's always the science teacher…"

"Well if you'd just fuck me I wouldn't have to sleep around!" The drama continued for a moment, and Zexion did his best to block it out. He could not ignore it however when he heard something hit the desk. Looking again, someone was pushed against the desk by the other person.

"Fine, we'll do it your way…" Saix anger was rising… and Zexion felt his bile do the same.