Chapter Lexaeus! Oops! I mean, Chapter 5!
"Why the long face, Demyx?" Sora asked, cocking his head to the side at the dirty blonde sulking at the end of their table.
"Aw, did the little water boy get hurt?" Axel asked teasingly.
"Shut up, Axel," Roxas hissed. "Or I'll have Ienzo talk to you again." That shut Axel up right away.
"Seriously, Demyx," Sora said. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," the blonde replied, standing up with his sandwich. "I'm gonna go practice outside." Demyx walked out of the lunchroom alone, heading out to the courtyard.
"Hey, Zex! Earth to Zexion!"
The slatenette turned to see his brother staring at him like he had just grown a second head. "What?" he asked, not really knowing what he'd done wrong.
"You were staring after that Demyx kid like he was a piece of candy," Ienzo whispered, slapping his brother's shoulder. "You can't do that! Remember why we're here."
Zexion nodded, standing up. "I'm gonna go check out something," he said, throwing away the rest of his lunch and heading outside. Ienzo stared after him, but shrugged and went back to finishing his own lunch.
Zexion walked out to the courtyard, leaning against a tree a little ways away from the blonde sitting at the edge of the fountain.
Demyx summoned his sitar, holding it between his legs as he bit his bottom lip nervously. "Dance water dance," he said, squeezing his eyes shut as soon as he said it. When he didn't feel water splash over him, he opened them again slowly and saw a ball of water floating over the fountain. The blonde smiled, using one hand to bring the water down in front of him. He lost his concentration for a split second and the water evaporated.
"That was good."
Demyx spun around and fell backwards in the fountain, water cascading down on him. Zexion held out a hand, helping him out of the fountain. "T-Thanks," Demyx said, then remembered he wasn't supposed to stutter anymore. "I mean, thank you."
"Yo, Zexion!"
The two teenagers turned to see Ienzo standing in the doorway to the cafeteria, waving at the slatenette. "Come on! We need to talk!"
"I'll be okay," Demyx said, wringing water out of the bottom of his shirt. "Go on."
"That was good, Demyx," Zexion said. He turned without another word and walked over to where his brother was waiting.
He remembered my name, Demyx thought happily, continuing to wring water out of his clothes.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ienzo hissed at Zexion, leading him into an empty classroom where Riku was waiting.
"What do you mean?" Zexion asked, raising an eyebrow. "I was just talking to him."
"It looked like you were getting close to him."
Zexion's eyes widened at the sight of the 21-year-old leaning against the teacher's desk. The pink-haired man beckoned at the slatenette with a single finger, the teenager walking up in front of him. "You are not to get close to anyone here," the man said, crossing his arms and legs. "You have a mission and you're expected to follow it."
"Yes, Marluxia," Zexion said, bowing his head slightly.
Marluxia looked at the nails on his hand, a vine creeping up to wrap loosely around his hand. "Get close to anyone and you know what will happen to them," he said, admiring the vine continuing to grow around his wrist.
"Yes, Marluxia," Zexion said, turning and walking out the door again.
"Watch him, Ienzo," Marluxia ordered, looking at the teenager. "Make sure he doesn't get into any trouble."
"Yes, Marluxia," Ienzo said.
"Dismissed."
