:yaawn: Ugh. I'm sore, I feel sick (but it seems I always feel sick) and it's 9:30 at night. I feel lame. XD

Okay, so here's the next chapter. We're finally getting into some stuff, like... new characters! Or character, with no 's'. O-o Whatever.

I'm all weird and paranoid about characterization now :lolz:. Oh well. I'll try, then when I'm done, I'll re-edit all my chapters. Hopefully by then I'll be a better writer.

Oh. My. God. I just caught myself in a rant that would've kept on going if I hadn't stopped. Eek. Stop spacing out, Zemmy. :hits self:

Oh, and I don't own KH and all that jazz. :D

Here's the next chapter!

Oblivious

Chapter 7:

"Making Friends"

"Dem, wake up."

I groaned and slowly twisted around to look blearily at the clock. It angrily burned '5:30 am' into my retinas. Grunting, I turned onto my stomach to cuddle under the covers, but found something was in my way. Something... warm. I snuggled up against it.

"It's 5:30, Dem, and I know you're not a morning person." More reason to leave me alone. "Get up, or you'll be late for school."

"Nuh-uh," I mumbled, "school after breakfast. Breakfast at eight. Leave me alone..."

There was silence, then something obviously clicked in Zexion's brain. "Oh yeah, school starts at nine for you. I'm sorry, Dem."

"Z'okay. Gota sleeeep..." My mind fogged, and I took my own advice.

At 6:30, my alarm rang. I felt like pushing it off the nightstand. Instead, I reached out and pushed the 'Alarm Off' button lightly. It had taken a beating on Saturday, and I didn't want to destroy my only clock. I'd die without it.

I was against something warm, and after a couple minutes of trying to clear my head, I remembered that the body warmer was Zexion. Snaking my arm around his waist, I realized that he was stark naked, and, after a couple minutes, saw that I was, too. Then memories from last night hit me upside the head. And suddenly, I felt sore all over.

"Zexyyy..." I groaned, mostly from pain. I heard a snort emanate from said person's general direction.

"Do that again, Dem."

"Nn... no. That was a stuffy groan, not a pleasure groan."

"'Stuffy groan?'"

"Sore."

"Haha. That's to be expected. You know that, Dem. We've been through this before." He pushed himself up over me and kissed me warmly on the lips.

"Hn..." I sighed, "I know. I'm tired. I need to get up." Zexion laughed softly at my inward argument. Kissing me again, Zexion got out of bed, allowing me to enjoy a full-body view. But it was temporary—he quickly put on a robe before he got goosebumps from the cold morning air.

After completing my ceremonial drop from the bed, again with no carpet to assist me, I looked for my robe so I could take a shower. But I couldn't find it.

"Looking for something?"

I looked over at Zexion, and it registered that he had my robe on. 'Of course,' I said to myself, 'he didn't bring any clothes over.'

"Give it to me, Zexy. I need to take a shower before the rush comes."

"But then I won't have any clothes to wear."

"You can't walk around in a robe. Wear some of my clothes."

Zexion obliged, and I walked out of the room with my robe on and showering supplies in hand. Looking around, I noticed that the usual cheeriness of the morning was gone. Myed must have spent the night at Lumaria's. A pang of guilt for leaving him hit me, but it went away as I remembered that Myed had gone away of his own accord. And he hadn't come back of his own accord. I hoped I was right. I wouldn't want Myed mad at me during the times Zexion was gone.

By the time I finished my shower, it was 7:15. I toweled and robed, then skipped out to do my hair. Since showers were warm and sleep-lifting, my mood had significantly improved. Another sight helped it as I entered the prep room: Zexion in my bigger-than-him clothes.

"Aw," I cooed, "Zexy, you look so cute!"

"The sleeves are too long," he whined, "and I had to use frickin' safety pins to keep the boxers up. And a belt for the pants."

"You. Are. Adorable."

"I should be saying that to you. Or maybe you're trying more for the 'sexy' look, if I'm judging the slipping of your robe right."

Squeaking, I tightened the fabric belt around my waist and wrapped the robe more securely around me. Zexion laughed, and I humphed, turning around to face the mirror and do my hair. I carelessly rubbed the styler through my wet locks, and in consequence, keeled over as my head throbbed with pain.

"Dem? Demyx!"

I looked up into Zexion's worried face, which contorted into surprise. I looked at the mirror and reflected his expression. My bruise from yesterday's dream was enormous, and insanely sensitive to touch. The light tickling of hair seemed like pins and needles.

"What did you do? I was with you all yesterday..." I shook my head.

"You know those dreams I have," I reminded him, "where it's all gray?" He nodded. "I had one the night before you came."

"Who was it?"

"Larxene."

"That bitch. Why did she do it? She hasn't seen you in forever!"

"It was a dream, Zexy. I'm fine."

"You know it wasn't just a dream. Those ones are special. Remember the time after we had that huge fight? We both had the same dream, only you woke up with bruises the next morning!" I lowered my head, recalling the fight we had after Zexion had caught Riku kissing me in the hall. Zexion had since apologized, because it was Riku doing the kissing, me doing the shoving away. It was only a few days after I 'confessed' my love to him...

"—never happens again. ... Demyx? You listening?"

"Huh? Oh, um... up to the bruises part."

Zexion sighed. "Larxene must have felt something, otherwise the dream wouldn't have happened. I think you should call her, and—"

"Call her?" I squeaked. "I-I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

I racked my brain for an excuse. "Because... it's almost 8 o'clock! I need to style my hair and get dressed!"

Zexion smacked his hand onto his head and groaned. "Fine, Dem, do your hair. I'll help with makeup for the bruise after."

"Oo, goody." Zexion was superb with makeup, having done his own and others' for several years now. When he went to my school (my old school, now), he was the makeup artist for the drama club.

Everything was done in a timely and quick-like manner... except for the timely-quick part. It was 8:10 by the time I ran into the cafeteria, whining under my breath about Zexion and his knack for perfection. The bruise was covered up perfectly, but that was the problem. Perfection took time, and it was a full fifteen minutes before he let me dash off to put my clothes on.

"Marluxia is going to kill me..." I groaned in despair, and I heard a laugh from next to me. Zexion was jogging along in attempt to keep up... but notice how I said 'attempt.' Despite being great at most everything, athletics wasn't a part of that category.

"Demyx!" I heard up ahead. I groaned again. Why me?

"You're late, Demyx. Again. And you left Myed all alone last night! How could you just ditch him like that? I mean, I know you love Zexion and everything, but Myed has—"

"—has been patiently waiting for him to get back." Myed smiled, and I mirrored him. I looked at Marluxia, who had his mouth open in stunned silence from being interrupted, and laughed.

"Myed left because he wanted to. I don't think anyone would enjoy being in the same room as Zex and I at night. With no parents."

"But still..."

"Just imagine our situation, Marluxia," Saix nodded, "and you'll know theirs."

Marluxia opened his mouth to speak, but cocked his head when an unidentified noise made its way to our ears. I looked around, as did most of the cafeteria, until I found the source of the sound.

To the side of the food line, before one got to the forest of tables, a small blonde was kneeling on the floor, keeled over, his hands clutching his head, and screaming for all it was worth. He didn't seem to know that the whole population of the hospital was staring at him.

There were a few moments of silence, then the chatter started up again. It was louder than before, as people couldn't hear each other over the screaming if they talked normally. I, however, continued to stare.

"Who's that?" I asked, nudging the nearest person.

"That's Roxas," came Lumar's voice. "He's a high-maintenance psychotic. He supposedly has voices in his head like Saix... only they're much worse. He also hallucinates, and on bad days, has seizures. But," he continued after seeing me open my mouth to respond, "he's here instead of a high-security hospital, because the bad stuff only happens once in a while, when provoked. They don't know exactly when. That's what they're trying to find out."

"Well you're just a bucketful of information, aren't you?"

Lumar smiled. "I try to be."

"Soooo..."

"What?"

"Aren't we going to help him?"

"Huh?!"

"What? He Saix's brethren! We can't just leave him alone!" I thought the idea was magnificent.

"He calms down on his own, after they confine him for a while. I mean, we could try, but... no one's been able to stop him."

"Oh, well, whatever. I can try too. Myed!" Said person flipped their head around to face me. "Let's go make a friend!"

Myed raised his eyebrows in amusement, and turned to follow me. This caught Zexion's attention, and he followed Myed, which triggered a huge chain reaction and all of the group ended up tromping over to where this 'Roxas' was screaming his lungs out.

I knelt down in front of the boy and lifted his head up. I was surprised by the fact that it was easy to move; Roxas met me with no resistance at all. However, when I tried to make eye contact, he always glanced away.

"He knows you're there," I heard Myed's voice next to me say, "he just refuses to think so, or doesn't want you interfering..."

"Who is this?" asked a seriously confused Zexion. "Do you know him, Dem?"

"His name's Roxas, and has some... problems."

Zexion's face contorted into one of supreme amusement. "Roxas? That's the name of Axel's boyfriend."

The screaming stopped, and I looked down at the blonde in front of me. He was staring at us. Around us, the cafeteria was mostly quiet, everyone looking to see what was going to happen next. I suddenly felt claustrophobic, and to get rid of the tension, stood up and laughed.

"Roxas! Finally you shut up, you rascal! You had us worried for a sec, there. C'mon, we need to get some food into you!" With that, I hoisted him up and walked to our table. As I sat him down next to me (he seemed a little dazed, still) the chatter-level was normal within the eating area. Except for our group. They were all staring at Roxas.

"Hey, Roxxy, so I don't know what's up with this Axel guy," Roxas' head snapped up in attention at the name, "but just hearing his name stopped you from screaming."

There was a pause, and Roxas opened and closed his mouth a couple times before saying anything. "I-I was... screaming?"

Marluxia and Myed giggled, Saix and Lumar looked neutral and Zexion hid his face behind his hand. And Roxas just looked plain confused.

"How... do you... you guys... know about Axel?"

I 'tsk'ed at him. "I don't know Axel, but he does." I pointed at Zexion. "And we—hello? You there?" I waved my hand in front of a completely spaced out blonde kid, who's eyes de-glazed as I did so. "Holy shit, you're spacey. You okay?"

"I'm tired."

"We'll go get you some breakfast," Marluxia spoke up from behind me.

"We all need breakfast," pointed out Saix, and everyone froze upon realization.

"Hm. Well, that would be why I'm still hungry," Myed concluded. He made his way to the line. Everyone followed suit, including myself once I took care of Roxas. He seemed to like clinging to me for dear life.

"He looks like a puppy," Marluxia said with a giggle.

Saix nodded. "You know, if you find a scared puppy somewhere and save it, it supposedly remembers that and loves you best forever. You're the first person Roxas saw when he was upset, so he likes you the most."

The blonde seemed oblivious to this conversation. I grinned down at him.

"He's so cute!" I exclaimed as I got two plates for the both of us. "I hope he's like this for a while."

"We have to go to school, Demmy, and I don't think Roxas has enough mental stability to go."

Myed had a point.

"I need to get my schedule at the front desk, anyways. I'll ask for Roxas' room number while I'm at it."

"My room number?"

I looked down at Roxas, who obviously realized we were talking about him.

"Yeah, is that okay?" I checked.

Roxas' eyes glazed over, and I thought he had spaced out again when he nodded. "I guess it's fine. If they give it to you. They don't really like people being near me."

It was strange, because Roxas was speaking clearly, and had much more tone in his voice than before. He sounded rather bitter.

I guess he recovered from his little tantrum.

"Well, I'll beg. I'm good at begging. Do you feel better now?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you go to school?"

"Sometimes."

"How strict are they with you?"

"I can go places myself until eight o'clock... then I have to be monitored."

"That sucks. After school, to you want to come over to my room?"

Roxas looked surprised. "But... I only met you a few minutes ago."

"So?"

He looked down at the floor. "I guess... come over to my room when you're ready or something..."

"Okay then! Eat up, we only have ten minutes 'til school starts!"

There was a harmonious squeak that emanated from Myed and Marluxia, and the three of us shoved food into our mouths until security forced us out.

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AnthemRO. SpiritusRO. Maple Story. Angels Online. Deviant Art. Drawing. Knott's Berry Farm. Pokemonlolz. Stuff in general.

Everything that doesn't have something to do with Oblivious. That's what I've been doing. xD

Oops?

Well, you guys are used to it by now, I'd hope. :x

So... Roxas. Like Zexion, he has a few fan-made personalities: pissy outside but nice inside, emo and depressed, and happy-go-lucky. This one's kinda a cross of all three because of his situation. He acts like a kid sometimes, like when he gets a treat; after his tantrums or something he gets quiet and depressed; and when he's normal he gets a bit pissy. xD I lolz at him.

I didn't get as far into the day as I wanted to. :twitch: I rant too much. FORGIVE MY BAD WRITING-NESS! DDDD:

On to chapter 8... lucky number 8! :3