A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed, here's the next chapter! Sorry for the lack of AkuRoku in this chapter... I ran out of ideas... :/
"No! You can't! Just stop it! It's my entire fault, I know that now! Just stop arguing!" The young boy stared up at both his parents, tears streaming down his face. Behind him was his bedroom door, three large holes going straight through the wood and letting loose a vinegar like smell. On his bed lay a small bag, yet all his clothes had miraculously been shoved in the small thing, the ties stretching dangerously. His father rounded on him, eyes ablaze with fury.
"Yes it is your entire fault! This is what happens when you get involved Zexion! You couldn't keep your mouth shut could you?!" At this, Zexions mother moved from her side of the bed, shoving his father and screaming, tears streaming down her own face.
"Get out his face! Leave him the fuck alone! I was right! You've always hated him since the moment he was born! You always preferred Kadaj, Loz and Tifa!" The woman threw her own wedding dress in the large plastic sack of clothes, her face red with anger and fury. Less than an hour ago Zexion had talked back to his father, resulting in the slamming of doors, the punches aimed for his head which missed and went straight through the wood of his door, and then his parents arguing more than ever. Divorce was thrown into the equation, with his father screaming at his mother to get out the house. All because Zexion had argued back.
"Oh that's just typical! Make me out to be the bad guy-"At this, Zexion snapped.
"You are the bad guy. You take it out on me, because three of your four kids hate you. Tifa's the only one who can stand the sight of your face! But when you start acting innocent, even when my bedroom door has been punched through purely because I ducked in time, then you disgust me." Zexion shook his head, slamming his door behind him and pushing the lock in, ripping the bolt off so it was impossible to be unlocked. His father's arm was through one of the holes, attempting to unlock the lock that couldn't be opened, whilst his mother was still yelling in the background at his father to 'get away from him'.
Zexion pulled his shoes from the wardrobe, slipping them on his feet as he searched in a small box for all his munny. He had a good few thousand munny, and at the moment the train line was free. His phone was slipped into his hoodie pocket as he jumped out his bedroom window, landing on the brick roof of the conservatory, then off onto the gravelled back garden, before he climbed the ten foot fence, out of the garden and running off in the general direction of the train station.
At fourteen years old, Zexion Illuze ran away from home, sick of the bickering and fighting, knowing full well that half of it was his own fault. He didn't listen to the 'It wasn't your fault' comfort phrases, because even his own parents blamed him. And when the missing persons ad had been placed in the Twilight Town paper two days before he was due to leave the world, he walked straight into a police station and told them to give up the search. He gave the officer his exact details, right down to signature and home address, before walking straight back out and getting the gummi ship earlier than planned.
When he was sent to live with the group of scientists he currently worked with, his name was changed for security reasons, and the old file that contained his details destroyed. The file was then renewed, with similar details with minor differences. Zexion EnPeril, as he was now known, never saw his parents again. Nor did he care to. But this nightmare, the flashbacks that keep plaguing him, was the very thing making him thrash in his bed wildly.
And so, Zexion EnPerils' midnight blue eyes snapped open at the warm hand that pulled him roughly from his nightmares. He had, as per usual, gotten past the nightmare that concerned his parents; instead his mind was still fixated on the human subjects that they had used for their experiments. Living human subjects. Only this time, those azure blue eyes were a little too familiar. He could practically still feel his white lab coat wrapped around him as the hands on his shoulders shook him roughly, snapping him from his trance.
"Zexion! Zexion!" Demyxs' warm, concerned voice seeped through his senses, his midnight eyes locking with the azure ones in fear. Fear that was only in his system due to the effect of the nightmare having not worn off. Zexion cocked his head to the side slightly, before he pushed away from the warm hands and the concerned eyes, and pushed himself against the back wall of his bed.
"How the fuck did you get in?"
"You left the door open! I was on my way to ask you about the project that Professor Cloud gave us, and I could hear you outside, practically shouting, and then you were muttering, but when you started to scream in some form of horror, I had to wake you up!" Demyx himself was worried sick for the slate haired boy; after all, there were nightmares, and then there were emotional problems if said nightmares including screaming, shouting muttering and thrashing wildly in bed sheets. As if reading the dirty blondes mind, Zexion's head snapped up, glaring towards the taller who sat on the edge of the bed.
"I know what you're thinking, I'm fine. I don't need help or anything." The emotion behind the words was little to none, and this made Demyx even more concerned. He got up, to give the illusion that he was leaving, but instead locked the door and crawled across the bed to sit next to Zexion, his back up against the wall like his.
"Care to explain to me why you were having such a violent nightmare?"
"No."
"Okay then." Demyx started to hum a small tune, ignoring the weird look that Zexion was giving him. After a few minutes of silence that stretched between them, Zexion eventually broke it, glaring up at him.
"You sound like you are molesting a cat....Please stop." Demyx only sputtered, not at all insulted but still gobsmacked.
"Gee thanks! It's good to see you like my music!"
"You made that song up? I'm sorry, but if you did, then you really suck at music..." Demyx spluttered more, his own eyebrows raised and his heart thumping.
"You really are brutally honest, aren't you? For the record, I didn't really make that song up... It's some napoleon song or something..."
"Hmm..." Zexion only nodded, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes peacefully. Demyx continued humming, quietening down when Zexion cracked open one eyelid.
"What?"
"If I tell you about my nightmare, will you go away and stop bugging me?"
"I might..." Demyx crossed his legs on the bed, resting his chin in his palm, placing his elbow on his knee and looking up at Zexion expectantly, and waiting for him to tell him about his nightmare. Zexion decided he would only give him half of the truth.
"It was more of a flashback than a nightmare. When I was ten, my parents started to argue violently... That was never a problem, until I turned fourteen..."
"Sir, may I ask you a question?" The boy at the till in the store that Axel was shopping at looked up at him as he asked the question, an eyebrow raised. Axel, who held fifty munny in his hands, looked down at the silver haired boy.
"What?"
"Is all this stuff for you?"
"Yes, and my roommate."
"Is your roommate male sir?" The boy asked, a small smirk playing at his lips.
"Yes... Why?!" Axel was slowly getting paranoid... Why was this guy asking him so many questions?!
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure! Why are you asking me that?!"Axel was damn near close to slamming his fists on the till top, should the boy annoy him any further. The gritting of his teeth made the boy smirk even wider, a glint in his eyes.
"So you are telling me, that you and your roommate both use..." He turned and looked at the stuff that Axel was buying, the smirk that plastered his face annoying Axel. "...Pearl tipped scented tampons?" Now, as Axel had previously lost most of his memories, he had no clue what a tampon was used for, only that it was down on the list he was given by Roxas, and said boy hadn't explained to him what one was. So Axel did what any other in his situation would do... Look proud and nod along.
"And if I do?"
"Then I'm very concerned sir... You see, I have no reason to see why you would need tampons, unless you have an um..." The silver haired boy trailed off, muffled his mouth with his sleeve, closed his green/blue eyes and placed his face on the counter, laughing manically at the expression on Axel's face.
"It's not my fault my roommate and I need these... things." The boy's laughing ceased, and he looked up from the till with a smirk on his face.
"Sir, I have reason to believe that your roommate may have put tampons on this list in order to show you up."
"And why is that?"
"Well you see sir, Tampons are generally used in that area on women, in order to soak up their monthly blood baths, if you get what I mean..." Axel peered at the boys name tag, the white thing flashing in the light. He couldn't see the name though.
"No, I don't... Explain."
The boy did, he explained exactly what tampons were used for, where they were placed and how they were applied. Axel left the shop with everything but the tampons, his face as red as his hair, the boys roaring laughter following him out of the shop.
Roxas was sat in the kitchen with Sora, his mind hazy and feeling extremely guilty at what he had agreed to do. He knew Axel wouldn't know what Tampons were, and so did Sora, for he was the one to make him write it down in the list. So he wasn't the least bit surprised when Axel stormed into the house at precisely half past seven, slamming the door behind him and causing Sora to burst into a fit of giggles. Axel appeared at the kitchen, his faze ablaze with fury.
"Tampons?! You think that was funny?!"
"In my defence, Sora made me do it. Besides, I bet all you got was a funny look from the cashier." Roxas attempted to defend his actions, holding his hands up in defence.
"Actually no... The guy took it upon himself to explain to me exactly what a tampon was used for, and where they are inserted..." At this, Sora fell forward, his face on the table as he shook with laughter. Axel only glared, turning on his heel and storming towards his room. Roxas was in front of him in seconds, causing him to jump in surprise.
"Look, I didn't think that would happen. I didn't even think you would actually buy them once you saw them... Apparently I was wrong. Forgive me?" Roxas apologised, distinctively hearing Sora snort in the next room.
"Why Roxy, you're apologising!" Roxas wasn't sure who to be worse towards, as both Axel and Sora had said the exact same thing at the exact same time. He only grunted, rolling his eyes and moving up the stairs to his bedroom.
"So then Roxy, the science teacher asked me if my hair was real, and I was like 'Well duh!'" Axel was describing his class with his hands, both he and Roxas not looking where they were going. Lockers slammed, people shouted and most talked loudly in the hallways, the two being part of it. Roxas only sighed, shaking his head at Axel's sarcasm and rounding the corner. Both of them collided sharply with two others, one yelping loudly and the other cursing. Roxas cursed too, and Axel merely widened his eyes at the positions the four of them were in.
"Aw come on Zexy! It's been ages since we last went out!"
"It's been two weeks!" Zexion retorted calmly, adjusting his shoulder strap to his bag. His tome of judgement was inside it, along with a heavier book that he was tempted to pull out and smack Demyx over the head with. The blonde only stuck his tongue out at him immaturely, causing Zexion to turn away to hide a small smile.
"Exactly! Two whole weeks of loneliness without my best friend to talk to!" Demyx put on his puppy eyes at this, which would normally melt Zexion's heart. Normally.
"Demyx, we're in the exact same classes apart from when you have music and I have literature... We see each other twenty four seven!" Zexion stared up at the blonde, who winced when Zexion backhanded his tongue with his leather gloves, which was still stuck out.
"You're mean Zexy! Why can't we meet up again! I miss you!"
"You spend your evenings in my room, would possibly sleep on the floor too if I didn't force you out, and you're with me all the time... How the hell can you miss me? Should you not be sick of me?" Zexion asked, yanking open the silver door to his locker, pushing all his books in and pulling out a few more.
"I could never be sick of you Zexy!"
"Yeah yeah, whatever you-"Zexion didn't finish, as he had closed his locker, turned and walked straight into a smaller boy with bright blonde hair. Demyx, it seemed, had done the same, judging by the loud yelp that followed moments after his initial fall.
Zexion cursed loudly, staring down into the face of the person he had landed on. A small, reddish glint shone in the blondes eyes, his clothing reeked of death, something that only Zexion's nose or a vampire would be able to detect. And as he noticed his hands were on the blondes chest, one directly over his heart, and the lack of pulse that should have been there alerted Zexion to only one thing.
He had found his target.