Chapter four, please enjoy it ^^ and Review~
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Chapter four.
Zexion didn't know how he felt.
He simply taught his classes, ate lunch, dealt with Marluxia and helped the students.
He wrote on the board with the familiar smell of chalk and books filling his nose.
He was blank.
A lost soul treading water in the sea, watching the storm get closer and closer.
He walked down the corridor to his classroom, his arms full of exercise books and loose paper, staring down expressionlessly at the floor, not hearing the gasps and cries of,
"Oh my god!"
"It can't be!"
"No way!"
"ZEXION!"
Zexion looked up. His eyes widened. His mouth dropped open a little. He turned towards the voice he knew so well. The voice everyone knew. He felt like he was moving so very slowly. Like he was stuck in a vat of golden syrup.
His silver-blue eyes met sea-green ones. Not covered by their usual shades. His hood was thrown back and he was panting like he had just run a mile. He was unusually pale and tired looking.
"Zexion." He said his name again. The whole corridor was silent. Watching.
"Zexion." He said again.
"Don't," Zexion thought. "Please don't say my name."
He felt himself being tugged under the waves every time Demyx said it.
"Zexion." He whispered. Zexion closed his eyes tight. He could feel the spot where Demyx's lips had brushed his ear the last night they were together. Hear him whisper his name to him as they lay together.
"Don't." Zexion said, opening his eyes. Demyx looked away and the look on his face was one as if Zexion had thrust a blade into his shoulder.
"I need to talk to you." He said quietly, looking back at him.
Zexion stared. He felt empty. Devoid of anything that might be called feeling.
"Please?" Demyx pleaded. "I need to explain! I only want to talk! Just talk."
He took a step forward, reaching out one hand.
The students and teachers alike were staring wide eyed and open mouthed at the famous musician standing in the hallway wanting to talk to their English teacher.
Zexion sighed to himself. Talk. Just talk. They could say everything they needed to and then part.
"The old spot, tonight, at the time you didn't make." He said softly, and then he turned and walked back to his classroom.
He knew that Demyx would understand. The old spot was where they all used to meet each other, in front of the clock tower, and Demyx didn't make the seven o'clock yesterday.
Demyx smiled grimly as he watched Zexion walk away. He pulled his glasses from his pocket and slipped then onto his face. Then he turned and walked through the stunned crowd and away from the school. Pulling his hood up when he reached the front doors.
...xXx...
"If you miss this one Dem, it's aaall over!" Axel cautioned him. They sat in Axel's office, Demyx having just related his tale to the red head. Axel sat at his desk with his slim boots on the table, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded. Demyx was lying on the white sofa with one arm folded behind his head.
"I know! I won't miss it! I can't lose him." Demyx cried.
Axel sighed and entwined his fingers, putting his hands behind his head.
"Good, because fallin' out with him isn't helping your performance either…or your health!"
Demyx smiled at the airy ceiling and then turned to face Axel.
"I can't concentrate on music when all I can see is his face."
"Well, just you carry on see…"
But Axel was interrupted mid-word by his office door bursting open.
Xemnas strode in followed by a very flustered looking Xion and, to their surprise and Axel's delight, Roxas.
Demyx sat up at the sight of his manager and Axel took his boots off of the desk.
"Heey baby." He grinned as Roxas walked over, swaying his hips seductively. Axel pulled the blonde to him and placed a long kiss on his cherry lips.
Xion blushed deeply and tried to look away but her eyes kept being drawn to Roxas.
Xemnas marched over to Demyx and sat next to him.
"I have someone for you to meet." He announced.
"Really?" Demyx asked but he wasn't really paying attention. He was watching Axel and Roxas, realizing how he didn't often tell Zexion he loved him.
"Yes, an old friend of mine, who was a very famous musician in his day, is flying in from Hollow Bastion and he has requested that you come with me to meet him." Xemnas explained, crossing one leg over another and smoothing out his long coat.
Demyx looked away from his friends and at his manager.
"Oh, I'm sorry man but I'm busy tonight. Something I can't miss." Demyx apologized.
"Tonight? What time?" Xemnas asked.
Axel paused in his conversation with Roxas and looked over at the musician. Roxas, sat on Axel's lap, looked up enquiringly at his boyfriend then followed his gaze. Xion looked up from her clipboard at the silence and then looked to Demyx as well.
"Seven." Demyx said.
"Oh well that's fine, his plane gets in at five you'll have plenty of time." Xemnas straightened his coat.
Demyx bit his lip.
"I dunno, it's really important that I don't miss this!" Demyx exchanged a glance with Axel before looking back at his manager.
"More important than meeting a musician who could help you rise to even greater heights of fame? He could seriously help your already exceptional talents! It is very useful to have contacts such as him!" Xemnas went on.
"I-I know! But I can see him tomorrow right?" Demyx tried to worm out of it.
"He specifically requested you Demyx, the least you could do is turn up for an hour."
Demyx sighed. If the plane landed at five and he only had to greet him, then he could surely be at the tower by seven.
"Okay okay, but only an hourish I can't miss tonight."
Demyx didn't see Axel shake his head.
...xXx...
Demyx drummed his fingers impatiently on the arm of his chair. He looked at the clock in the private waiting lounge of Twilight Town's airport. It read five-thirty. He sighed loudly.
The plane carrying Xemnas' friend had been delayed due to bad weather and wasn't going to arrive until six. He was cutting it fine enough as it was.
He dragged his blue razor phone out of his pocket and typed in Zexion's number. It would be better if he could explain why he might be late than to just turn up late.
But the phone rang and rang and eventually ran on to voicemail. Zexion must have his phone off.
Demyx sighed again and leaned his head back against his chair, slipping his phone back into his pocket.
"Demyx, your constant sighing is vexing to my spirit, the plane will be here soon and then you can go wherever you want." Xemnas said from where he was stood staring out at the dimming sky with its brilliant orange and red sunset beginning to shine.
Demyx dropped his head into his hand. He couldn't screw tonight up. He couldn't lose Zexion.
...xXx...
Quarter past six. If he waited any longer he would be almost a half hour late.
"Xemnas, I'm sorry but I have to go! I can't hang around anymore. I'm gonna be late!" Demyx said jumping up from his seat. Xemnas turned to him from watching the sunset.
"No! Demyx wait! This man is highly influential! You need to understand that good connections can get you places!" Xemnas cried, he rose from his seat and took Demyx's shoulder.
"I know and I'm sorry, I promise to meet him tomorrow but I have to go! I cannot be late!" Demyx pulled from Xemnas' grip and headed to the door. He yanked it open just as Xemnas called,
"No! Look his flight is here! Demyx stay here! He has landed!"
Demyx turned to look at the arrivals board and sure enough the Hollow Bastion flight was highlighted. He paused with his hand on the door handle and his eyes wide, staring at the glowing red light.
...xXx...
"What am I thinking?" Zexion thought as he approached Station Heights and the clock tower. He sat down on the low wall that ran along the edge of the plaza. He checked his watch. It read half past six.
"I'm half an hour early." He thought. He held the front of his hoodie up over his mouth against the cold and jigged his feet around.
"This is it," Zexion's warm breath was turning to puffs of white steam as it hit the cooler air "Tonight we will talk and I'll let him go. He deserves better, a pretty girl or a guy who can really stand beside him. I'll apologize for ever thinking he would love me."
...xXx...
Demyx swore over and over in his head as he hurtled through the crowds of people.
"Sorry!" He called out as he crashed into a student going the opposite way. He had his sunglasses on and his hood up so no one could recognize him.
He was goddamn late again! He prayed to every god he could think of that Zexion would still be there. He checked his watch as he ran. Seven-thirty. Crap!
...xXx...
"The person you have called is unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep."
Zexion slid his phone shut. Ten minutes to eight. He wasn't coming.
"Quick run!"
"Where did this come from?"
"Run! Hahaha!"
People hurried away to get indoors as the rain poured from the heavens for the second night running.
Zexion smiled softly as rain dripped down his face.
"So this is it, this is your answer. Well, I knew it would be this. I knew that we were so very far apart."
Zexion stood up. He put his hood over his head in a vain attempt to keep a little dry. He walked away from the tower and through the throng of people with multi-colored umbrellas. He smiled as he walked away.
The pain in his heart was unbearable. He still loved Demyx. Despite everything, he still loved him.
"Please, whoever you're with, just be happy."
…
Demyx skidded to a halt under the tower. He looked around frantically.
"ZEXION!" he called. He panted heavily and the rain washed his hair flat. The glasses were in his hand having nearly lost them running.
"ZEXION!" he cried out again. Tears began to run down his face, hidden by the rain.
"Fuck!" he swore. He kicked the wall and dragged a hand roughly through his hair, his fingers snagging on the rain washed knots.
He had screwed it up. He had lost Zexion.
...xXx...
Zexion walked into his apartment. He calmly put his shoes neatly in place by the door and hung his soaking hoodie on the radiator. He emptied his bag and hung it on the radiator too. He gathered the books and papers and carried them to the kitchen, leaving them on the table.
He had a shower and got into his old t-shirt and pajama trousers. He went into the kitchen, pulled a square of leftover lasagna out of the fridge and heated it in the microwave. He ate it slowly, relishing the taste of tomatoes, cheese sauce and pasta.
Then he left the dishes in the sink and went around to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and looked at the small pile of CDs on his bedside table. They were all his.
He selected the newest one and placed the CD into the player.
An acoustic guitar played. Followed by soft drums and a keyboard. As it neared the chorus it got louder and the guitar was joined by an electric one.
His beautiful, melodic voice sang,
You cast an illusion,
Over me,
Now I can't see
How the world,
Is meant to be.
All I see
Is you.
Zexion sank down to the bed and curled into a ball. He fell asleep clutching the CD case with tears running down his cheeks.