EDIT: So sorry for the confusion with change of P.O.V! I had some breaks in there that seem to have disapeared, but I'm getting things fixed up right away! .

Woo hoo! First two POV chapter! Great. I know, right? Meh. This chapter is basically... one big hissy fit. Yay teenage angst! Yeah, well... Forgive me. I'm very tired. You all know that we writers stay up waaay to late after finishing looong days at work and facing the impending fate of yet another one tomorrow, on EASTER SUNDAY. Yes people, happy Easter. I get to serve coffee for HOURS. *bitchbitch, moan, complain*

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WARNING: Contains yaoi (manXman), main pairings being Zemyx, AkuRoku, slight AkuZeku, some SoRiku, perhaps some CloudXSephiroth...oh, just expect anything...

This story is centered around vampires. Huzzuh for cliché~ There is OOCness and AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, any of the characters, place names, etc. I am but a humble, obsessive fan. U_U

KICK IN THE HEAD

When he came bursting through the door at a little after noon, I could see the signs already. Zexy had had your typical pain-in-the-ass first day and now he was coming running back to me. Well, he actually began to march straight up to his room to mope or something, but I made sure to stop him before he reached the stairs.

"Move," was his greeting.

"Yeah, nice to see you too Zex. So tell me, how was your first half a day? Anything exciting happen?," I teased, knowing this would rile him up enough to answer me straight.

"I'm really not in the mood Axel. Move, now," Sour Puss replied.

"I would, but you see, I was under the impression that you were attending school Zex and by my calculations, the school day's not over for another, oh, three hours or so."

"I don't care. I was forced to go anyway and I am not returning. It was horribly dull, not to mention the fact that all of those humans acted so condescending..."

"You tryin' to tell me that you were scared off by a bunch of kids?" His hard, blue eyes shot up to meet mine. I recognized the piercing glare and felt the ice in his voice.

"I was not. Scared. Away. There is no reason for me to be there anyway. If I do not wish to encounter and interact with people like that, if I see no need for this modern education system, then there is nothing you can do to make me return."

"Childish." I let my own venom seep into my voice. I rarely ever assumed this tone, but it was one I'd used to get my way for a looong time. So far, it had yet to fail me and Zexion's sudden rigidness betrayed him as he tried to hide his surprise at hearing it now.

"W-What...?"

"I said you are acting childish. Don't make me spell it out. You keep trying to prove to me that you are this old soul inside, but I'm starting to think that maybe you stopped maturing when your body stopped aging. You're acting just like a snotty kid, not getting what he wants. Running away, speaking disrespectfully to the only person you have there for you, cutting everything off with 'I won't' and 'You can't make me'."

Zexion's face was more pale than usual. He recognized my seriousness as the one that had possessed me right before I'd turned him. Hell yes, I was dead serious. The thing was that it wasn't about the education thing, or fitting in. It was for his own sake. Enemy-of-all-human-kind or not... Zex was someone who would only grow more and more hopeless if he didn't find someone to connect with. For all his masquerading as some enlightened solitude seeker, Zexion had never had a real friend and, yeah, he was still a child at heart; he'd been this way even before I'd met him. I was just finally realizing that myself.

He didn't answer me, instead he slipped past and headed up the stairs to his room, head down, face hidden behind his hair. I sighed, hoping that my little speech at least had given him thought to reconsider.

When I heard the knock on the door I was surprised. After all ,the only people who came to our door were salesmen, girl guides and religious crack pots. Excuse my bluntness. So, I went strolling over, expecting to deny some kid a buck for their cookies, but when I opened the door I was met with a much more...attractive sight than I imagined.

I'll tell you, I hadn't forgotten that face. The kid was beautiful and I felt some sort of excitement leap up in me when I recognized him. On the other hand, he recognized me too, which was made apparent when he looked upon my handsome face and scowled the most impressive scowl I'd ever witnessed. If he was surprised to see me he didn't let on. I felt no need to restrain my exclamations though.

"Hey, it's the fiery kid! Long time no see." I grinned for good measure, which produced an even wider frown. I was beginning to think that his face might break in two if he continued on in this way.

"Is Zexion here?," he asked in a disgruntled tone. I felt my stomach flip with disappointment and amusement. So he was here to see Zexy? Lucky bastard. Blondie had changed in the three years since I'd last seen him. He was less kiddish, more...

"Oh yeah. The princess is moping in his room,' I explained cheerily. Mr. Not Impressed was able to keep himself from having a twitching spaz, but only just barely. He took another moment to just breathe before tackling the insurmountable task of speaking to my face again.

"Can I...speak with him?" He pronounced every word separately. I was holding back my laughter the entire time. I loved screwing with people... It was part of my nature.

"Sure, I'll let you in... if you do me a favour." His expression went from stony to pissed. I did laugh then. To his credit though, he only sighed and stared me straight in the eye.

"What?," he snapped. Damn, I found myself thinking, not only can this guy hold a grudge, but he is also very alluring when he's P-Oed. I pointed to the driveway behind him. He turned, casting me a final suspicious glance.

"I dropped my car keys over there somewhere and forgot to pick 'em up. Think you could spot them? When he didn't argue or give me an incredulous look, but instead sighed and walked out into the driveway I could see his 'meter of desirability' rising. He was smart enough to realize it would do him no good to argue. I was also getting some nice angles from where I stood. Yeah, I went there. He returned promptly, claiming there were no keys to be found. I told him that was too bad, cause I was sure I'd dropped them there. He was right though. It was just a big lie to tease him some more. Finally I decided to quit messing with him and let him pass into a home that any human should have immediately noted was not safe. He either didn't feel the slight change in the air, or didn't make anything of it.

"Take a seat on the couch. I'll go get our Zexy from that cave of his." He only nodded.

I walked up the stairs and made my way to the end of the hall. I entered without knocking. Zexion was laying on his bed, glaring at the ceiling. He did not react to my letting myself in. I walked over to the bed and stood over him, hands on hips, assuming the pose of a disappointed guardian.

"Here you are sulking when you have a visitor downstairs waiting for you."

"I am not sul- Wait, visitor?" He sat up and looked at me quizzically. I nodded, crossing my arms and stepping back from my looming position. "Who?"

"Go see for yourself," I coaxed. He shot me an annoyed glance before rising gracefully and heading for the door. Every damn thing he did was graceful. It was almost comical sometimes. He was out of my sight after a few seconds, so naturally... I began to follow curiously.

"Roxas... What are you doing here? How did you find me?"

Oh yeah... Roxas, duh. I had heard that only last night and already forgotten again. I made a mental note to commit it to memory this time.

"I, um... followed you. I was worried... after you walked off like that."

"Worried? About me?"

"Yeah."

"Why should you be? You don't even know me."

"Y-Yeah. I know, but you seemed really upset and..." There was a long pause. I was marvelling at the fact that this kid, Roxas, sounded so hesitant and...nervous, after being so cold and sharp with me. Some people could fool you good.

"So have you come here to be sure of my well being? If so, I can assure you that I am fine." Zexion on the other hand, was mostly always sitting atop his high horse. Sometimes I think he needed a good kick in the head to bring him back down to earth. Roxas seemed to be regaining some of his resolve by this point, for his little hands curled up into fists and I could sense him charging up.

"Listen, Zexion. I know we don't know each other very well and we've only just met, but that's the whole point, right? We won't know each other until we spend more time together... Demyx..., he was talking about you all morning; he was telling us about how you'd run into each other and you seemed so distant and cold, but how you'd opened up and became this great person towards him. I guess, I want to see this person too. I don't want Demyx to be upset and I get that maybe he said something, maybe you're sensitive like that, but please don't hold it against him. He didn't mean it. Really." Roxas looked up to meet Zexion's eyes, but the other boy had his head down, his face hidden.

Oh damn, I was thinking again. He's practically begging. If I don't do something, Zex is gonna explode all over him.

Zexion, indeed, did seem more angry than anything. When people pleaded with him, he saw them as pathetic. He could be a cold, cruel bastard sometimes. Just as I was about to slide in with a witty and seemingly effortlessly placed remark, he shocked me. Shocked the freaking hell out of me. Zexion was standing there, not just calmly, but with an amused grin on his face. A freakn' grin!

"I suppose... maybe I overreacted slightly... You can rest assured that I am not angry with Demyx. I just need to learn to control my emotions sometimes." Roxas grinned, relieved no doubt and chuckled to himself.

"Right. Good to hear."

"I do hope the others won't think too horribly of me for this," Zexion commented dryly.

"No, no. No, they won't mind. It'll work out fine," Roxas assured. The blond boy stood smiling at the usually apathetic being in front of him, who now bore an almost-real smile. I was dumfounded, to put it lightly.

"Will you... be coming back to school then? Lunch isn't over for another ten minutes or so..." As I stood there, my brain still whirring away, trying to put the foundations of my sanity back together, Zexion was standing and nodding and saying something about how he would be glad to, or something. I was abruptly yanked from my daze when I realized that I was the only occupant left in the living room.

"Whoa, wait, Zex!" I flew out the front door after the boys and brought my hand down on Zexion's shoulder. He turned his half-lidded eyes on me and glared that usual glare.

"Yes?"

"You, you're going back?"

"Is that not what I just said?" I searched the smoking memory sticks of my mind, trying to recall. I suppose he must have. "Besides Axel, didn't you wish yourself, for me to return to school?" Did I? Oh yeah, I had.

"Honestly, I'm really confused right now...," I admitted. Funny how a simple thing like Zexion showing kindness could screw me up completely.

"That's not surprising, seeing how you're usually either daydreaming about food or playing with food", the indignant, little brat replied. And by food, I'm sure we both know what he meant. I decided I'd let him off easy this time because, yes, I suppose he actually was doing what I wanted for once.

"Fine. Whatever. Shoo then. Play nice and make sure you remember to share with everyone," I teased. Blondie, more commonly known as Roxas, raised an eyebrow and scoffed to himself. Damn kids these days. Zexion merely spun daintily on his prissy, little heel and fled (yes I say he was fleeing), taking the desirable blond with him. I found that moment to be a good time to uproariously harrumph.

I'd made a promise to myself. Breaking promises to myself did not sit well with me. Even though it wasn't really my fault, I kind of, maybe, went about dealing with the situation in the wrong way. Let's just say that this whole subtlety thing..., yeah, I wasn't very good at it.

Like I could have guessed though! Like I'd had the slightest idea that he'd just poof and show up here, at my school, with my best friend. Okay, so honestly. Who else found them self thinking: stalker, in bold lettering like I did? I sort of realized when he got super offended and left that I'd made a big mistake. As usual.

I had told myself, though, that I wouldn't see Zexion again. I'd sworn that as soon as I'd collapsed on my bed the night before. It wasn't that the guy wasn't nice, or funny, or smart, or... It had been those creepy vibes I'd gotten off of him and Red near the end of the night. I couldn't place it, but something just hadn't seemed right. Something was off...

Paranoid. Me? No way. Maybe...?

"Demyx," I heard a call. Shit. There he was again.

"Hey," I answered Roxas as he slid onto the bench beside me, Zexion beside him, taking care not to look at me. I felt my face start to flush, but literally shook myself to stop the flow before anyone noticed. Roxas did sort of notice my head flying back and forth though. Like I said, subtle and me, we aren't well acquainted.

"You okay, Dem?"

"Yup. Never better," I lied.

"Everyone else go?"

"Uh huh. I retreated to this bench and said I'd wait for you." I just didn't expect Zexion to come back with you, I didn't add.

"So class will commence again soon," Said person's, low voice questioned, so quietly I could barely catch the words. It might have helped if he'd actually use normal words too. Commence? Huh?

"Yeah. We have about three minutes 'till the bell, then another two to get to class," Roxas explained to Zexion. "What do you have next?" The quiet teen thought for a moment before regarding the spiky haired blond.

"Chemistry 1, I believe." Roxas smiled and regarded his other companion.

"Demyx you have Bio, right? You can probably show Zexion where his class is on the way there." I felt a combination of excitement and anxiety rise within me. Don't ask me to explain; I'm just as clueless.

"R-right," I managed to choke out. "Sure-can-do!" The belled rang then. Damn bell.

We stood, Roxas bidding his farewells and heading off in another direction as Zexion and I made our way to the wing of the school that was solely dedicated to science. Yeah, our school had wings like that. Halfway down the main hallway Zexion stopped and I jerked to a halt beside him.

"Whoa, what?"

"According to my schedule, this is my class," he responded with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah. Duh," I spluttered. I was just about to leave for my own class when he cleared his throat and lowered his eyes, his hair falling to hide one of them. I stood there for a moment, waiting for him to say something.

"Demyx," he muttered. "I'm very sorry about the way I acted earlier. I suppose...I reacted in a very sensitive manner." Is it just me, or did he flinch after uttering those words of humility? "I also apologize if I offended you last night, if I was out of line..." Cringe. "I never should have put you in those situations...and I would like it very much if..." Grimace. Scowl. Wow, the guy was nearly killing himself, just trying to apologize. I was very tempted to let this play out, but I am, in fact, a merciful soul. That, and the fact that the bell was going to go aaany second. So I spared him the rest of this apparently painful apology.

"It's cool Zexion. I'm sorry if I said anything wrong to you too. So..., let's just forget it and start fresh, kay?" His eyes moved up to meet mine and a small grin -no- smirk wove it's way into his features.

"Good then. You might want to start moving though. Class should be starting in-

BRIIING.

So as he turned quickly into his class, I began running blindly down the corridor, only to skid into the lab door as it slammed shut, just before I entered. Let me remind you folks, that sometimes friendship comes at a high price. Yeah, that and the fact that teachers can be a bitch.

Bwah! Don't you just hate it when teacher's close the door right in your face!? Never happened...? *cough*

*still yelling on the mountain* - Don't get it? Refer to note 1. *coughreveiwplzcough*