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Chapter 7-Confrontation

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"How does it go again?"

Axel sighed, slapping a palm to his forehead. The biggest drama performance of the school year was only two weeks away, and, as the lead, Roxas couldn't remember his lines. This was going to be rough... "Gaaaah...C'mon, Roxy, it's easy. Let's just work on it tonight or tomorrow." He sighed in relief at the agreeable blond. "Great, now--"

"Roxas!" Sora came running up, looking particularly upset. "He's so mean! He called me a whore, and said the only reason Riku loved me was because he pitied me, and-,and-, and-"

"Who?" Roxas asked, his sapphire orbs flashing dangerously.

"Zexion Zeypher," Sora replied, sniffling. "And he also said he was going to hurt us, and-, and-, and-"

"He wouldn't dare..."Axel growled, cracking his knuckles angrily. "Just leave him to me, Sora. I'll take care of this..." With that, he began to cross the courtyard where he saw the silver tressed teen standing against a soda machine.

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"What have they done to you? Why can't you leave then alone, huh, punk?"

Zexion turned, noticing the approaching red-head out of the corner of his eye. "Hm? Meaning what, Hi?"

"You know what the fuck I'm talking about–Don't play dumb," Axel growled. "The Hikari's. What the hell have they done to you? Nothing. So, as far as I can see, there's no reason for you to screw around with them." He dropped his bag, cracking his knuckles. "Let's do this now. I win, you leave them alone, and break up with Dem. You win, your choice."

Zexion looked mildly shocked for a moment–Axel actually thought he'd back out for a minute there–but then an odd smirk plastered itself on his face. "You want to fight me?" He then dropped his messenger bag. "Alright, fine. Come at me."

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"Do you understand now, Umi?"

"Mm! Yeah," Demyx smiled appreciatively at Xemnas, who was helping him understand that evenings physics homework. "I think so. So then I do this, right?"

"Correct."

"Score!" The towhead went to retrieve his bag when Riku burst in, looking ecstatic. There were fellow students running passed him, shouting and screaming excitedly. "Dem! Fight! Senior Square! Let's go!"

Demyx's ocean colored orbs lit up excitedly. He may have hated fighting, but no one said he didn't enjoy watching them. "KAY!" He slammed the bag onto his back and ran after Riku. There was a huge crowd in the court, many taking bets on the winner. Demyx would have too–if he hadn't seen the contenders. "...Wha-?! Zexii!" The straw tressed young man bolted in front of his boyfriend, guarding Zexion just as Axel's foot came flying in a round-house kick. The young blond caught his best friend's foot, allowing the other two to calm down enough to register who had just interrupted. "What the hell is wrong with you two?!"

Axel blinked stupidly for a moment before setting his foot down slowly. He then shook his head furiously. "He deserves it Dem," he hissed. "He threatened to do harm to Sora and Roxas! I'm not going to stand by and watch!"

Zexion snorted, sporting a bloody nose behind Demyx's back. "Wouldn't be the first time..." he muttered almost incoherently.

"What'd you say, faggot?!"

"Both of you shut up!" Demyx gave both of them an optic death ray. "Just look at yourselves! You're acting like a couple of retards!"

Axel looked at himself and nearly blushed at this idiocy. He had a bleeding lip, and he had a feeling he'd have a black eye later. Any bit of skin showing was peppered with cuts. Zexion not only had his bloody nose, but a nice slash from his temple to chin, courtesy of Axel's switchblade. He, too, would have a black eye.

Demyx sighed before moving to take care of Zexion's bloody nose. "This is stupid. You two always fought. I just don't understand it; why do you two insist on hating each other so much?"

"For God's sake, Dem!" Axel glared at his best friend. "He's going to hurt them! I refuse to--"

"NO! Before that!" Cerulean locked with emerald. "I mean a long time ago! In Elementary school, before Roxas and Sora were an issue! You guys have always fought!"

Axel blinked, thinking back to third grade...

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(Third Grade)

"Butthead!"

"Sleeze ball!"

"Stupid poophead!"

By the hopscotch course on the black top, there was a crowd of kids around a short red-head, and an even shorter silver tressed boy. The two third graders were throwing innocent sounding insults at each other, though fellow students would gasp and coo, "Ooooo! He said a bad word!"

The silver haired boy giggled at the horrible insult thrown at him. "That was weak!"

The red head scowled before pointing at his chest. "Whatever! But I saw him first! Demii-kun is mine, not yours!"

"Says who?"

"Says me!"

"Axii-kun!" A small blond came straggling through the crowd. He had brightly colored blue eyes and messy hair. He pulled on the red-head's shirt sleeve, the zipper on his jacket jingling in urgency. "Axel! Why are you fighting? Please stop! It's not nice to fight people! Nu-uh, not at all!" He gave a pleading look, his lip sticking out in a cute little pout.

Axel was immediately all smiles. "I'm not fighting, Demii-kun! C'mon! Let's go play kick ball!" He grabbed Demyx's hand, dragging him off, ignoring Demyx's shouts of, "I wanna jump rope!"

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"Well? Why, Axel? I want an answer!"

Axel blinked, crashing back to reality only to discover Demyx was giving him the same pout. "...you..."

Now it was Demyx's turn to blink. "Hu?"

"We've always fought because of you!"

"All about me..." Demyx sighed, glancing between the two. "Look, we need to have a group discussion. All of us. Axel, tell the others to meet us at my mom's house. This is important."