Shadows : Memories and Broken Promises

Rating : M

Fanfic : Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy VII

Fanfic Setting : Modern Times; High school

Summary : For the gang, high school becomes more than just homework, class lessons, keeping it together and the true meaning of school. Major drama unfolds and claws come out and so do the meaningful lessons on love and betrayal are learned…at the price of reaching the top of the social latter and…finding their one true love. Or so they think.

Warnings (For this chapter): Language, OOC KH/FF VII Characters, Kingdom Hearts being a strip club, Shounen-Ai, Suggested themes, Marluxia being a Stripper, Naminé's encounter, sexual confused Demyx and his talks with Larxene, etc .

I Do not own Kingdom Hearts nor Final Fantasy VII, nor the other things mentioned in here.

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Chapter 4 :

You know that you're a oblivious fiend when you are elusively wrapped around the other's finger and in high demand.

Roxas smiled ostensibly as he waved back to his friends and walked away. Sora waved back to his older twin and went to the left with Riku following along while the other friends and associates went another way, but eventually parted from another. Roxas sidled slowly along the crooked curb, immediately walking toward the store near his pathway. The moment he walked in, the cashier greeted him, denoting that he is one of his most favorite customer while Roxas walked around the front, in order to get into the freezer aisle, or as Roxas like to put it, Salty Sea Treat aisle. His mouth watered jubilantly. Roxas absolutely loved Salty Sea Teat more than everything, except his family, music, friends and Axel. Roxas sighed dejectedly. The lanky red-head has been on and off of his mind lately and he couldn't fathom the thoughts he almost fell to.

Roxas shrugged the erratic thoughts off, placing the right amount of change onto the counter and unhurriedly left the store with a smile on his face and unwrapped the delighting treat from the packaged paper surrounding the Popsicle. Roxas entered the dark alleyway sucking on the iced treat gleefully, unaware of the coaxing footsteps trailing behind him. He felt the sudden sensation of someone was following him or more importantly -something was bound to happen if he didn't make a run for it. The young Strife's breathing hitched as he began running faster while glancing at the corner of his glistening oceanic eyes and noticed the man's pace was becoming more abrupt. He felt a pang in his chest, clutching his messenger bag closer to his chest as he maneuvered through the shadowy and gloomy area, not stopping himself from running further into dense alleyway and beyond the path to his house. But he knew he couldn't keep up his running. The man caught up to him, but Roxas didn't falter his running nor did he want to stop running, knowing he wasn't the fastest runner, as well as he didn't want to land himself in the wrong hands either. The man arduously lunged himself at Roxas hastily, sprawling the petite boy onto the dirty floor before he could blink. The man leaped on top of Roxas's sprawled out body, snatching his hands and gripped them behind his back, slipping his sneaky and sly hands within his baggy pockets. A smile crept on the man's lips, but was abruptly interrupted when Roxas bit him, sinking his sharp teeth into the older male's pale skin. The man bellowed as he slammed his face against the wall of the run-down brick building. Roxas tried standing up and running, but the numbness twinged his knees and eventually gave out, falling to the ground and letting the man clutch a handful of his blonde spikes.

Axel walked near the alleyway where Demyx, Luxord and the other gang members usually met, but found something out of the ordinary about the place. Faint screams emitted from somewhere around the area. Axel's immediate defense reflex went into action mode, rummaging through his jeans for the gun (The M-9 Beretta 9mm Pistol he was lucky to still have and the one the school still didn't seize) and clutched the weapon close to his head, read and prepare to shoot and to use as a way of resistance. The yelling and the thrashings came closer as he motioned quickly, holding the gun defensively and halted, spotting familiar blonde spikes and beautifully glistening oceanic eyes. Roxas. His delightful best friend lounged across the dirty flooring of the alleyway, his clothing shredded and his piercing cries begging for mercy. Roxas slammed the man across the laneway while he dropped kicked him, dashing in the direction of the exit, but the man already caught up to him and slammed him violently against the wall, but not before Roxas saw the emerald eyes.

"AXEL!"

His voice…

…Reminded him when he was initiated into the gang and when…they claimed his has theirs.

Axel darted his pace towards the young Strife, throttling the stranger's body across the alleyway before he could touch him in anyway possible, placing the M-9 Beretta 9mm Pistol brusquely against his head. The man thrashed his head against the wall, glimpsing into wickedness flaring within the emerald eyes glancing back at him.

"Don't you dare put your grimy, unsolicited hands anywhere near him! And if you do, I will come after you and murder your fucking sleaze ball ass, got that memorized?" Axel seethed through his teeth, handling the gun with ease and slapped the mugger with the M-9 Beretta 9mm Pistol, knocking him unconscious. Roxas returned from his daze, finding his wrist and body being dragged by Axel. Roxas halted Axel's haste movement, seeing as though a few others were approaching them, but slowed down when he saw 4 people clearly from his school and their small clique- Demyx, Larxene, Luxord and Saïx.

"Yo, Bakas, Lil' Smart ass, sassy-backing bitch, I gotta take lil' Roxie home. I see you all later, Larx, text me later."

Larxene rolled her eyes, pursing her lips together, resisting the suddenly deadly urge to snap Axel's neck. Demyx laughed the situation off, noticing Larxene's usual rendering attitude towards Axel and sympathetically latching his arm around his fraternal twin sister's neck, but immediately let go when she tried biting him.

Axel smiled faintly at the adoring family bonding time, lifting Roxas off of his feet bridal style and left, scrutinizing Roxas' fussy and squirming movement as they walked out of the alleyway, but that calmed down once they neared the corner store. Axel opened the door the best that he could, watching as Roxas's eyes lit up in glee as they entered the frozen ice aisle. Axel chivvied unhurriedly, solicitous on fussing about Roxas and instantaneously brining the young Strife home in one piece.

"Go ahead, Roxie, handpick whatever you want. You already know I'm loaded with money from both worlds, so go on, pick out as many or whatever your taste buds craves." Axel intrinsically stated, running his fingers through the younger petite boy's blonde spikes. Roxas hastily swat the lanky best friend's fingers, aggravated on the entire day's events and the red-head's verbal molestation.

"I just finished having one," Roxas sighed, defeating on Axel's behalf and his personality seething within his smile. "But I'll take on, since you're offering. You know by now, that I wouldn't take it since you tickle me silly, nevertheless, I would had said no to you."

Axel grinned haughtily, "I know Roxie, but you love me for those offerings. And you love when I purr in your ears and reiterate sweet nothings to you when you're feeling low, you know I am telling you everything that is the truth."

Even though Roxas didn't want to admit the abundance of what Axel was saying, Axel was stating the oblivious truth and Roxas liked it. Everyone, besides their relatives and closest friends knew they had a crush on each other, but was scared to actually admit they were crushing on them, fearful if the other rejects them, their well-built friendship would crumble along with their long-built feelings for the other. Roxas silenced himself from the on occurring conversation Axel was trying to push onto him, but enshroud his thoughts from coming out of mouth and for Axel to know of. Axel scowled, placing the right amount of money onto the counter of the store and left out the door with his silent induced best friend. Axel huffed, crossing his arms as they walked towards the direction of Roxas's house. It wasn't fair! All he did was proclivity Roxas with boisterous banter and all of a sudden he wanted to be serious and solemn during the walk home? Axel shook his head impetuously, walking closer to Roxas as he watched him gaily sucked on the iced treat.

Roxas ignored Axel most of the walk to his house, unable to utter the truest and most genuine thoughts running through his head. Its true, Roxas didn't have the right to judge him because he was a player and womanizer, but that didn't mean he couldn't have feelings for the red-head either. He had no right to judge no one, since he too wasn't the most perfect person in the world.

"Hey Axel…" Roxas called, pushing the salty sea treat back into his mouth. Axel turned his attention towards the petite blonde now walking besides him. "Can I ask you a question?"

Axel halted his slowly and non-pacing movement and turned to Roxas, who as well, stopped moving for a moment. "Yeah, and what could that be?"

Roxas smiled faintly, putting his hands behind his head and began walking on the curb, with Axel following behind. Axel wondered what could have been processing through Roxas' thick skull, but he wasn't as stupid and illogical as his twin, Sora could be. Though, Roxas can be as naïve and irresponsible involving the small things like his younger twin, but has proved he isn't his twin, but an individual person. That was the prime factor that made Axel fall for the petite in the first place, that and Roxas' large and glistening azure eyes.

Roxas sheepishly smiled, taking a deep breath. "You definitely know how to work a gun, eh? So defiant. Where or who did you learn to work your pistol at?"

Axel's jubilant smile playing on his parted lips dropped, fathoming the part where Roxas would come out of his comfort zone and truly tell him how he felt about him. But the boasting and pride-consuming part of him came out, all laughs and smiles.

"My dad taught me how to work my pistols and my guns to the fullest. But you know my second gun needs some credit and I learned all the best from all of Reno's stacked up and well hidden porno's, if you know what I mean." Axel nudged Roxas, sending the hesitant smile off of Roxas's face as he lifted Roxas once more and back into his arms. His face flushed and thoughts ran in millions inside of his mind, as Roxas tried not to snuggle against Axel's firm chest while walking closer to his house.

Sora wondered when Roxas was going to come back, seeing as though it was already 4 in the evening and almost would start to get darker as the time past. Sora sat by the window's frame, with his face being supported by his right hand and awaited for Roxas, his twin to arrive in no time. Cloud diverted his cerulean eyes towards Sora, no paying attention to Reno's nonchalant talks about his day nor paying attention to Rosso's smart remarks on the TV show, Cheaters, as if she were trying to hint at something. Sora's eyes widened and his mouth dropped, denoting the psychical reaction between Axel and Roxas as they came forth towards the door of their house. Axel gently placed Roxas on his feet and opened the unlocked door for him, watching as the younger boy went into the house, but not before planting a tender kiss on the boy's forehead. Roxas blushed lightly as he made his way into the house with a warmhearted smile plastered on his face. Axel smiled halfheartedly, redeeming himself from becoming loose with his hands and his insolence, as well as throwing himself on the younger friend and tenderly kissing him up and down his jaw line.

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Marluxia's entrance was anything from normal. He sat sultrier on the leather wrapped swing in Kingdom Hearts, crossing and uncrossing his firm, slenderizing legs once the lubricant lights and velvety scarlet certain focused on his spotlight. A graceful and splendid smile cascaded his flagrant looks as he dangled from the swing by his lengthy ebony stilettos, awaiting to be lowered onto the glistening and shimmering stage. Marluxia's anxiety arose, slowly lifting his upper body towards his firm and lean legs, slowly trailing his hands against his legs and trailed his hands back up to his hips. Marluxia jerked his hips and once he was lowered to the point where he could step, Marluxia manipulated his pliant reflexes and dropped to the lustrous and gleaming ground in a clean, firm split, making sure his butt bounced as he landed. The raucous causing crowd stared in awe. Marluxia smiled triumphantly, raising his body to the top, amble across the stage, austerely licking his full lips anxious of the evening's proceedings and if he was going to give pleasure as he indeed, planned onto. The music blared in Kingdom Hearts; the rhythm rattling the attraction's playhouse replete with boisterous whips and the other strippers teasingly taunting and bantering the minds of the male population soaking their non-spotlighted and comprised entertainment as well as Marluxia's sultry movements across the playhouse's stage.

On the night is my room City light painted girls In the day there's nothing matters In the night time that flatters

Marluxia devilishly peeked at the crowd over his shoulders, tightly grabbing the supporting, but slim pole and jerked his body to the pulsation the music gave as he swayed his wide hips to the side as he swung himself across the pole and dropped with a tight and firm spilt. The split was followed by another spilt and him popping his ass as hard as he could.

In the night no control Through the wall something's breaking Wearing white as you're walking Down the street of my soul The crowd whistle and chanting licentious and indecorous words of inspiration to the rosette, as he picked himself from the spilt he cleanly completed and his leather clad ass moved in an mesmerizing motion. He made sure he was the desirability of the night and no one was going to stop to his liking. Marluxia durability helped him as he bent over towards the crowd, sheer sweat rolling down his firm stomach.

You take my self You take my self control You got me livin` only for the night Before the morning comes The story's told You take my self You take my self control Marluxia grabbed the pole and twirled his body around, gyrating his hips, but halted his movement, slithering his leg on top of the pole for a moment and teasingly slid his body down the ground and spread his legs out, clasping his hips and improved on his muscle relaxation.

Another night, another day goes by I never stop myself to wonder why You help me to forget to play my role You take my self You take my self control Marluxia swayed his wide hips and popped his ass. Marluxia swung sultrier around the pole, dropping down to the edge of the pole with this firm legs spread out as far as he could extend, slowly brining himself up and gyrating his hips. The music stirred up a more motivating movement and unlatched his hands from the pole and ran his fingers down his exposing leather outfit, tempting and smacking his ass as he bent down and gave a jubilant shake, tightening his movement to his wide hips. Marluxia loved every lusty glimpse and every bit of attention received as he went off his playhouse set and decided to have more boisterous fun than conducted.

I live among the creatures of the night I haven't got the will to try and fight Against a new tomorrow So I guess I'll just believe it That tomorrow never comes A safe night I'm living in the forest Of my dream

Marluxia's eyes glanced through the hefty crowd of savagely hungry men willing to sacrifice their paychecks, licking his ample lips as his eyes pried on the man attentive and centered. Marly grabbed the electric blue boa from the drunken and willing man, latching the faux feathers around his neck and made his way to his chocolate brown leather vest. The rosette swayed his hips in both direction, bit by bit zippering his chocolate vest in front of the intoxicated man underneath his influence and close up to his infamous, trademark ebony stilettos. Hell was about to pay off. Marluxia dropped lower to the intoxicated man, slithering around his neck with his torso motioning from the beat of the song playing and rattling his playhouse of fun.

Alle I know the night is not as it would seem I must believe in something So I'll make myself believe it That this night will never go Ohoho, ohoho,ohoho, Ohoho Ohoho.. Marluxia climbed on him and proceeded with his occupation, glancing at the corner of his eyes to see a familiarized lanky male sitting a few seats away, blowing smoke from his cigarette from his mouth and patiently awaited for his shift to be complete. Ionez. Marluxia smirked and worked his magic touch, crawling slightly onto the man's lap and boisterously teased himself.

"Whose my Daddy? I seen to have lost him, are you him?"

But truth to be told, Marluxia's coaxed his true emotions. Marluxia knew what he was conducted was wrong; righteously giving into the devil so easily, but getting out of the business was something stupendous and grueling to do, which is why many never did; and if they did, they paid the ultimate price. The rosette only smiled, trying not to break down and cry a river for everyone. Marluxia threw his hands in the air, motioning his torso in tight circular ways and positioned his hands on his wide, but firm hips. Ionez smiled blatantly, scrutinizing his older identical twin's motions and top notch splits as his hands motioned for his leather pants.

On the night is my world City light painted girls In the day nothing matters It's the night time that flatters I live among the creatures of the night I haven't got the will to try and fight... Against a new tomorrow So I guess I'll just believe it That tomorrow never comes A safe night I'm living in the forest Of my dream I know the night is not as it would seem I must believe in something So I'll make myself believe it That this night will never go Marluxia sidled to the right, lifting his steady leg and yield in another clean and cut spilt, twirling his head around with his right hand trailing down his exposing chest, seeing for himself the excitement and ecstasy he gives for the men and the pleasuring sensation he's giving to his body as well as to his cluttered mind. Marluxia wasn't the biggest whore to roam the Earth with his legs always sprawled out and letting men get in-between, but the feeling of stripping sometimes made him feel as though he was a prostitute in training. His feeling were oblivion to the demeanor and ways he applying himself to. If anyone were to see him in his explicating and sexual conducted ways, he would never forgive himself. His thoughts were transcend over to Vexen, his male best friend and his crush. His body went numb. Just thinking of the ways he would call him out or never accept him as himself crushed him, but continued on as he didn't realize his leather pants were thrown towards the side and his mid section and lower bottom endured/stayed put in another split, slowly bringing himself with his ass vigorously bent over and felt the groping of some men around him.

You take my self You take my self control (Liedertexte) You got me livin` only for the night Before the morning comes (Liedertext) The story's told You take my self You take my self control The music was over. Marluxia sighed in relief as he walked off the stage, followed by Ionez and Kadaj, proceeding backstage into Marluxia's flamboyant and glitzy changing room, but bumped into a recognizable person. Zexion.

"Oh…My…God! The Smex! What's up…"Marluxia lost his training thoughts once he looked down and saw the outfit clinging tightly onto Zexion's petite, but slightly curved body. An exposing leather outfit, matching similar to Marly's business outfit.

Zexion smiled hesitantly, popping the gum slowly loosing the flavor. Zexion ran his lanky and pale finger through his actual slate locks combined with faux highlights/tracks. Zexion winced noticeably when he came in contact with a faux piece knotted with his actual, held back hair.

"Thanks for readying up the crowd for me, Marly. I'll make sure to give you some of my paycheck, since I am the main attraction of the night and almost every night. See you around in school tomorrow, Ionez and Marluxia." Zexion retorted, his voice seething with boisterous banter as he made his way forth to the glitz and mood changing scenery. Marluxia couldn't believe his ears, did Zexion say he was the main attraction?

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Riku Corliss stared mesmerizing at his friend sitting besides him, drinking a milkshake as Xion blabbed on and on about nothingness; Kairi Callahan. He didn't know or the reason the 17 year old childhood friend was driving him mad. Was it his hormones? He knew for sure it wasn't her gracious, slenderizing features or her headstrong personality. Riku has since always akin to Kairi's self-centering ways and believed she couldn't do no wrong, but then again, he was blinded by her ways to even see some of the decisive and deceiving actions she has pondered on others. It drove him crazy when he wasn't around her.

Kairi wasn't subsiding her precise feelings for him as well. Quick, but tender pecks to the lips and tight embraces that felt forever when she didn't let go. It her oblivious way of showing she truly cared about someone other than herself. They both were genuinely crushing on each other; they wanted to get to know each other better in-between the velvety sheets-but obstacles stood before them that they couldn't control, that were underneath their noses and didn't realize. Their friends/cohorts/enemies and clique alike.

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Naminé averagely applied foundation onto the large bruise and scratch on her paling face for the umpteenth time; the "punishment" she got as a consequence -not giving into a man's temptation. Naminé sighed in defeat as she applied more liquidly make-up onto her face. It was always strict business; it was no fun and games, it was business- the last and only branch willing to support the meaning for living; like a lifeline prepared to keep you alive or die in the mist of everything going on in their lives. Naminé smiled encouragingly at the lubricant mirror shimmering her rather tangible reflection, hesitating to leave the bathroom of her bedroom, not able to cope with the reaction everyone would throw at her. Everyone knows she dwindles on looking out for others and never pondered anyone for the social light, she was just Naminé.

Naminé didn't want to apprehend her cousins with her delicate issues and she didn't want to become a burden like most single-living people become after a while, they become so dependent, so desperate for everyone to do everything in their power that they want to, they don't know how to live again.

Her busted lip, her large, marred bruise and the scratch didn't support her serene and hopeful façade. Naminé touched up on her make up, scrupulously examining her face in the large mirror in her room, giving her a better perspective on how she truly looked. She truly didn't want to leave her bedroom anytime soon, not wanting to face such cruel antics at school and the constant questioning from her closest friends and school staff members. Naminé sighed mordantly, her petite body jolting when she heard her door bell ring. She didn't expect a visitor or a visitation to occur anytime soon. The young Hikari chivvied unhurriedly down the staircase of her house, politely brushing the foundation from her hip hugger jeans and buttoned her pallid and formal blouse up. Naminé unlocked her door and opened it all the way, being brushed to the side by Axel and Riku, whose demeanor glimpses and glances got them almost everywhere in life, as well as in people's pants.

"Nam's, you and I-well, Riku and I need to sit with you and have a heart-to-heart with you. We need to seriously talk with you. We are worried about…What the fuck happen to your Nam's?! I swear to Lord, Nam-Nam, if someone is fucking with you, tell me and I'll get the big arms on their sorry asses for even laying a finger on your pretty little face."

"Once your calm down, I will tell you. Now, are you two going to be standing there all day or are you going to come into my house? Would you like some tea?"

Axel and Riku both nodded, entering the petite Hikari's house as she commanded. Naminé Hikari made her way regularly into her vintage-inspired kitchen and brought out two cans of cold and freshening Arizona Green tea and sat besides them, unaware of the glances she was given.

Naminé remained clam no matter how badly she wanted to cry in front of her friends. "Now, Axel, what were you speaking of?"

Axel quickly drank down the tea and awes, wiping his mouth clean of the green liquid dripping messily onto his tight jeans. "Did someone hit you on purpose? Don't give me that shitty excuse of clumsily falling down the stairs, even though you come from a family or somewhat retarded and clumsily people. Not naming any name but," Axel paused, vaguely coughing. Naminé could have sworn she heard Sora's name being slightly called out as he coughed as well as Roxas, but she knew he only meant the times that he does acts, ridiculous, which's stupendous and uncalled for. "But Nam-Nam, don't fuck around with things like men hitting you, because I'm not going to stand for that. I will tell you one thing, Marly's father use to hit his mother as well as Cloud and them's father, he use to hit her bloody until she gave him what he wanted- sex."

"Well…yes and no, Axel. I did punched in my face, scratched in my face and got a busted lip, but if you go after them, then I will lose my job. Yet….that's the only job I'm able to get in, free scotch and the job that gets me paying the bills on time, you guys." Naminé's voice dejected noticeably, slumping into the leather armchair as Axel ran his fingers through her hair and she stared back at him. "Are…are you going to call me out as a whore?"

Riku's eyes reflected anguish, not expecting Naminé to say such vile things. "NO! We're just wondering why you chose such shit as you're job? Nam's, there are so many other jobs that you could have chose, but you hand selected stripping, why?"

"…." Her words weren't corresponding to her thoughts pondering her mind.

"Hikari-chan, are you stripping because you want to fit in like the other girls or is something more than what you are trying to hint at? Or…is it about the money and you are trying to escape the whorish lifestyle, but its becoming futile?"

"Just the money. I'm not actually a stripper as Axel interpreted, I'm actually a background dancer who doesn't do anything, but get the other stripper's ready for their showcases, not mine. I had the outfit the day, but it was for Kadaj, not me. I told you I was a stripper because I knew you already suspected it. I'm sorry…Axel….Riku. I'm such a incisive and arrant tool."

"Nam's, you aren't too blame, but if you would get some help, maybe you wouldn't have to feel that way." Axel stated, hastily swigging a few chugs of green tea from Riku's can when he wasn't looking at him.

"Nam-Nam…what is your tru-" Before Riku could specify in his true meaning of his question, the twins, Roxas and Sora came barging through the front door with eagerly stupendous glances in their twinkling eyes and both grinning ear-to-ear. Riku twitched slightly. Sora reminded him of the one child of the movie, Children of the Corn and Roxas…he looked like a Cheshire cat injected with botox.

Naminé was profoundly glad both twins came in the period of time, but then she knew she would have to owe them, BIG TIME.

"Axel! Axel! Axeeeeeeeel~!" Sora gushed aberrantly, clasping his hands on Axel's blank expressing face. Axel rolled his eyes, absolutely having the most atrocious thoughts within his mind, but Roxas jabbed him in the chest. "Come to our house!! Our elder brother requested you come and was wondering if you and Wiku(1) wanted to stay the night, you know. Wiku you can absolutely come over, since you are, like, family but unofficial family though."

Axel smirked grew broad. Roxas glimpsed at him and jabbed him in the ribs, grabbing him by the hand as well as Sora grabbing Riku's wrist and dragged the two best friends out the door, leaving Naminé still standing by the couch, puzzled and lonesome in her large house.

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Demyx laid nonchalantly hand-in-hand with his fraternal twin on her queen sized bed, a cheerful outlook concealing the unhappiness and apprehension plaguing his mind and non coaxed emotions, not bothering to babble on how he truly felt.

"Lynx…I know we have our adamant differences, but promise me…you won't hate me."

Demyx turned his fraternal twin and she shifted her averted vision to him, cocking her head in perplexity, not fully understanding her brother's words or Demyx's reasoning. Larxene frowned

jarringly, bringing her body closer to his. "What do you exactly mean by what you just said, Dem-Dem? I know, I know, we fight and we argue and…we spat nasty and spiteful words, Demy. I can NEVER hate you, as much as I say I do when we fight, my mind can never set to hate you. You're my twin brother, my only biological brother. We share a bond that no one can relate to, a special bond most can't have with their twin and haven't been in our shoes to see that. Why the negativity for, Dem?"

Demyx gulped, nervousness plaguing throughout his mind. Demyx ran his fingers through the back of his loose dirty blonde tussles. "Well…Lynx, I think…I think I might be into guys, psychically and emotionally, as well as I am into women."

Larxene smirk grew larger, ruffling Demyx's crazy bed hair. "Why put that down? I like girls as well as I like Guys, Since both are annoying genders, but you can't help but love them."

"But, there someone…" Both started, their hands still intertwined. "Whose has been on my mind lately…Axel." Both twins couldn't believe their ears. The duo fell for Axel, but only one of them could have him. That was the catch.

Larxene glimpsed into Demyx's emotionally reflecting aquamarine eyes. "I kind of figured you liked him, seeing as you are ALWAYS staring at his ass and when he comes into the room, you picture yourself getting verbally molested by Axel's firm and soothing voice, instead of Roxas. it's the same with Mar-Mar and our somewhat retarded cousin who's oblivious to his feelings."

Demyx hastily shook his head, shifting himself from the position he laid on for an hour. "Nah, I saw them yesterday coddling and before they could reach shin's room, Mar-Mar fell asleep in Vexen's arms. It was such a sentimental and amorous scene, since Vexen wouldn't let go of him until he was put into the nurse's office. It was so uber! But, I also like Dane…"

Larxene's eyebrow arched. "Dang, I never knew you were like that, Demy."

Demyx's grin only grew wider and wider. He was getting into more guys than Larxene could held herself liable before. "Yep, that's me, for you!"

(1) You know how kids when they are younger cannot pronounce R, but say it with a W, Sora uses that to tease Riku. Its going to commonly pop up in the story.

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