Do Not Use While Sleeping
By Candied
Disclaimer: My New Years resolution was to be the owner of the rights to Kingdom Hearts. Everyone else said I should quit smoking. ::Shrugg::
Official warning: This story has both heterosexual pairings as well a homosexual ones. Be prepared for strange plot twists, oppinionated views of the characters, twisted humor, and all in all absurd scenarios. Rated M for language.
Author's notes: I'm sorry, I know I was supposed to update yesterday, but I got called into work! x.X Anyway, I got the day off today in return so I now give you this (rather short) chapter to hold you over until I can update again! I know most of you don't care to know, but I'm going to explain anyway. We just fired another server and our boss is in town, so everyone is working double shifts this week, not sure yet about next week, so please forgive me for not updating as much as usual! I'm going to try to update more, honestly, but thank you all so much for being so patient with me so far. Without further ado, here is the next chapter!
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Chapter four: Forbidden
For most people, old memories fade with time. Mine has not. Granted, I am a junior, so something that happened when I was a freshman is not quite such a far-off memory. Still, I remember it like it was five minutes ago.
I was a bright, cheery new college student, eager to take on my classes with all the effort I could muster. I was not unaware of the family rivalry I would be subjected to, but I had decided not to let it consume me. For one, I'm not much of a fighter. When left to myself, I pride myself on my skill at playing the sitar, and my acting isn't so shabby either. I was overjoyed to be majoring in theatre, looking at the school before me with such optimism I could barely contain my smile.
I was walking with Cloud, a sophomore at the time, into the big oak doors that would eventually lead me to my further education, striding purposefully in, thrilled that I was starting my life as an adult.
Cloud held out an arm, allowing me to walk in first, and the grin across my face somehow managed to spread even wider. Unfourtunately, I tripped and sprawled out across the floor, hearing a muffled laugh from the man behind me. A blush crept to my face, and I pushed myself up, when I saw a hand extended out towards me.
I followed the arm up to the boy's face- a slender, sculpted face with deep blue eyes, one shrowded by perriwinkle hair. He was beautiful, and I took his offered hand, and he helped me up to my feet. "T-thank you..." I muttered, still staring at his beautiful face.
"Be careful," he warned, almost as if it were a whisper.
I smiled, and bowed my head a little in an attempt to hide my blush. "Heh... I'll try."
He returned the smile, a gesture I later found out was a rarity, and turned to slowly walk away.
It was then that Cloud informed me that the man I had instantaneously fallen for was my mortal enemy. Zexion, a boy in Cloud's year, on the opposing side of the war I found myself in. At that time, though, I silently vowed that I would never oppose Zexion directly. I held to it, I never pulled a prank on him, or fought him either. I'm not sure why, but he did me the same honor.
Every time we saw eachother in the hall, I would remember that day and offer him a silent smile which he would return. As he information gatherer on our side, I knew that Zexion preferred to remain emotionless; thus, a smile from him was my rose amongst the thorns.
In case you somehow missed this; I'm gay. I'm not really sure when I figured that out, but I always knew that I wasn't interested in girls. Not that they aren't great and everything, they're just... not what I like.
Anyway, what I wanted to tell you about was earlier this morning. I had woken up late, and was dashing through the halls on my way to my music technology class, books and papers in my arms as I ran.
I weaved in and out of people-traffic, suprised that I had not yet caused any damage to my person. My papers were flying out of my arms, but I didn't care. I was too focused on getting to my class.
Then, a brightly colored flier on the wall caught my attention, and I turned to look at it as I ran. It was proudly proclaiming that there was to be a school-wide formal, in celebration of the school's hundred-year anniversary. When I turned my head back to watch where I was going, I saw a flash of perriwinkle for the briefest moment before I was looking up at the ceiling, a terrible pain throbbing in my skull.
"Owwww..." I muttered, lifting myself, to see that the man I had thrown myself into was sprawled across the floor in front of me, face stricken with shock. Oh my GOD, it was Zexion.
I quickly scrambled over to him on my hands and knees, and looked down at his face. "OhmyGODareyouok?!"
He blinked at me for a moment, seemingly still stunned by the smash. Well, that or he didn't understand what I had blurted out in question. I didn't wait for an answer, instead holding up three of my fingers, an embarrased rouge tint covering my cheeks. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
He looked at them for a moment, before a small smirk crossed his lips. He pushed my hand gently away- and OH was his skin soft -and sat up. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded, before he raised an eyebrow and looked at me from the corner of his eye. "Shouldn't you be happy you knocked your enemy down?"
I moved back a little at the sheer shock I felt from such a question, before I averted my eyes and felt my cheeks getting hotter. "Er... I... I don't want to hurt you..."
He started to collect my papers, and I remembered them as well, also scooping up as many as I could. "Then I suggest watching where you're going." He offered. It was not harsh or sarcastic when he said it, in fact, it was gentle and understanding.
"Heh... I'll try."
He handed me the papers and my books, and the two of us stood, me looking at him with akward embarrasment.
"Take care," he told me, before turning to walk to his own class.
Ya know... I really didn't mind seeing him walk away, and acually watched his frame- and that butt in those tight jeans- until he dissapeared into the crowd. Then, I looked at my watch, and realized that even after all that running, I was still late. I don't think I minded much, though.
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"I think I may find him to be a suitable companion."
I stared. Blinked. Stared some more.
Then, I think the reality of the situation finally sank in. "Wait... you want to date Demyx?" My shock at Zexion with emotions would have to be put on hold for now, we had more important matters at hand.
Like, say, the fact that the object of Zexion's affections was a member of the opposing party!
The man sighed, looking at the ground. "I know, nothing like this has ever happened before. I... I don't know what to do about it."
"Nothing!" I yelled, appalled at the very idea of romance between the families. It was... I mean, it had to be forbidden if friendship was! "Forget about it! Do you know what Leon would do to you if he found out?!"
The other boy nodded, turning his eyes back to me. "Yes, but I don't care." His face was serious, and frankly, I couldn't believe what was happening.
"You can't just turn on us like that, Leon will destroy your career at this school!"
"And that's why I'm going to ask you to keep this a secret." His brow was furrowed, and I knew that it was more of a demand than a request. I, for one, did not know what the wrath of Zexion was, but I did not intend to find out.
"Just... don't tell me any more than that. I don't want to know, and have Leon remove my nuts for not saying anything."
He nodded, and left without another word. I was left to sit there, immagining what would become of my friend should he pursue this relationship with the ditzy blonde. I mean, sure, I'd messed with Roxas' head, but Zexion meant to have a relationship with one of our enemies. Surely, disembowlement was in the future for the resident perriwinkle-haired man.
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I hate Axel. After the previous night, all I was able to think about was him and the strange encounter we had. I was dwelling on it, mulling it over in my brain of brains and I still could come up with nothing to show for it. Not even a single half-assed explaination of why the fire-engine redhead would want to mess with me in such a way, I mean, that was just cruel.
The way his hot skin brushed against my cheek and his breath tickled at my ear, the way his eyes looked at me as though he was ready to pounce onto my frame and pound me into submission... it irked me. My skin still crawled where it had met his, his eyes were still burned under my eyelids, haunting me every time I closed my blues. But the worst part... oh, the worst... was that I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about it.
Sure, I was angry and felt violated because of his antics, but there was more. It was almost.. exciting... to be demeaned in such a way before he saucily started to hit on me.
Holy hell, did that mean I was into S&M?
I shook my head to pull me from my daze, and heard the door click open, revealing a happy looking twin of mine, who promptly plopped himself down on the bed next to me.
"You look like you feel better," I commented.
He shot me one of his famous, award-winning smiles. "I do! I felt really terrible for a while, but then I hurled on Riku and I felt so much better!"
I bent over double with laughter, but Sora didn't seem to find it quite as amusing.
"Dude, no, I felt terrible! He was just... covered in the stuff, and I couldn't stop! Then he said one of us would die, and walked away before I could even apologize!"
That was Sora, allright. Good-hearted to a fault. I choked down the rest of my cackles and looked to him with a grin. "Don't you realize how awesome that is?"
Sora sighed, letting the subject drop. Surely, however, it would go down in history.
Then, remembering something, Sora rummaged through his bag to pull out a neon-orange flier, handing it to me with a beaming smile. "We're having a formal!"
Destati Unniversity Centennial Ball, it proclaimed. I continued to read.
On Friday, September 10th, Destati Unniversity will be celabrating it's 100th anniversary of Education Excellence, with a formal ball. It will be held in the school's party hall, and all students and teachers are requested to attend. There will be food and dancing, with live music. Please dress formally, and join us in the celebration of our school's glorious birthday.
Doors will open at 7pm, and all classes for the next day are cancelled. We hope to see you there! - Headmaster Xemnas
Sora squeeled when I finally brought my eyes back to his. "Who are you going to take?"
I shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe Nami will go with me as friends."
"I'm going to ask Kairi," he said, a hopeful look in his eyes. I could only frown.
"Don't, Sora. Just... let the friendship die."
"No," he responded, looking almost hurt, "Kairi's not like that, and I know she still wants to be my friend."
I sighed, looking away from him. He just wouldn't give up, and in the end, he's have to see for himself. Poor Sora.
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Author's note: Yeah, not a very amusing chapter, but a chapter none the less. I wanted to show the problem that will be Demyx and Zexion, as well as inform you of the hilarity that will be the Centennial Ball. This story has so few reviews, please grace me with them! I live for them! They make me feel so much better after a long day of work...