Chapter 10.
We've officially passed the speedbump of—
OHMYGOD DID LARXENE JUST CUT MY ARM OFF!?
That little cocaine addicted witch.
My forehead hurts…
And…No Zexy's were hurt in the making of this fanfiction.
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You'll Rebel to Anything
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"Awww…Zex that just sucks, huh?" Sora asked. He and Zexion were sitting at the local park, and the brunette was weaving flowers into his hair. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm always going to be here for you…" The silverette grunted, not wanting to move his head.
"I know, Sora…It why I've been friends with you since forever." He looked down at his hands. "It's just that this is the first time I've ever taken the time to be in love, ya know? I know that you've done this a few times before you ended up with Riku, but…I was always too much of an IB kid to think that love mattered." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sora nod. Zexion sighed. This had been an incredibly awkward time in his life.
"Didn't you read 'The Princess Bride' for your ninth grade year, though?" the brunette pressed.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"All that book is about is love, and what lengths some people would go through to make sure it was proven." He told the silverette.
"Well, yeah...but where in that book was there any explanation of rejection? Buttercup got every man she wanted and all that. Also, they didn't even tell Westley's side of the story. I don't understand how that would help." Zexion pick a few pieces of grass and through them in the air. "Where had Riku been for the past few days, anyway? You usually bring him along when we hang out." Sora gave a small laugh.
"Riku decided to do something stupid. He has to do five hundred hours of community service for it, too. Whenever he has time to work on it, he's taken the opportunity. I'm guessing neither of us are going to see much of him for the next few months." The brunette pulled at Zexion's hair a little, making him wince slightly.
"Gentle, would you?" Sora eased up on his hair a bit. "That sucks…I mean, why should you have to suffer with him?"
"I'm sure the police weren't thinking much about how his boyfriend would feel when they gave him the punishment."
"What'd he do, anyway?"
"He set a vending machine in a stone parking lot on fire." Zexion jumped slightly.
"And they only gave him that low of a sentence? Dude…Riku is lucky he isn't behind bars for arson right now." Sora sighed.
"I know, I know. I'm just grateful it wasn't worse." He ruffled his friend's hair. "Besides, they can't really prove it was him, so that's why they gave him such a minimal sentence." The brunette put both his hands on Zexion's back. "Done. Now you do me." The silverette stared at him in wonder.
"How am I supposed to weave flowers into your hair if I don't have the slightest clue where you got these ones?" Sora shrugged.
"If you're really that against it, wanna go to my place and start on your homework? I could help you with your French, and you could help me with my Math." Zexion rolled his eyes.
"Oh yes, that's exactly what I want to do right after I'm feeling better. Go into your dark hovel of a room and do homework." Sora pouted.
"It's not my fault mom put me in the basement. Ever since those storms started getting worse, she won't even let me go to the higher levels of the house anymore." The silverette grinned.
"Oh yeah? Well maybe if you didn't stay up all night on your computer when it was storming, maybe I would want to traverse down to your mo basement."
"Come on, you're way emo-er than I am, and you know it. I mean seriously…Look at you. Hair over the eye, permanent scowl when you're unhappy, you wear black long sleeves all the time..." He poked Zexion's stomach. "Plus, you're uber skinny." He smirked. "Who, that doesn't know you already, doesn't think you're emo?" The silverette frowned.
"I don't know…" suddenly a grin broke out on his face, and he tackled his friend, "But then again, I don't know many people who don't know me!" He rubbed Sora's head back and forth, messing up his seemingly perfect spikes. The grass was like a comfortable mattress, just waiting for them to fall on it.
It was nice to have friends. Zexion and Sora continued playing like children for the next several hours, until the sun started to go down. The silverette had never had so much fun procrastinating in his life.
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That Night…
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Zexion's mother was downstairs again. This time she was attempting to cook eggs. The silverette thanked the Gods that she had only just started, because even as he was just getting there, smoke was filling the house.
"MOM! Turn the oven off, NOW!" he pushed her out of the way, quickly twisting the knob for the burner to the 'Off' position. He glared at her. "Mom…How could you catch eggs on fire?" She stared at him.
"I like eggs…" she announced airily. Zexion stared at her, she stared back. The teen sighed, frustrated, then turned away and walked up the stairs. Even homework had to be better than dealing with his mother right now.
He pulled out his walkman and put in a CD that Sora had given him for his birthday. The first song was kind of confusing, and Zexion could have sworn more than half of it was sung backwards. Then the second song started. The lyrics were the funniest thing he had ever thought imaginable. Making a mental note to thank the brunette next time he saw him, Zexion started in on an equal pile of homework as the night before.
For the first time in his high school life, Zexion didn't start with French. He started with Math.
He giggled again at the song he was listening to. Stabby rip, stab, stab.
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The Next Morning… (yes school)
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Demyx wasn't present, yet again. Zexion was starting to get worried about the blond. At the same time, he was grateful to have some time away from the boy. Sora was a good person to have as a friend when everything was going in strange directions.
French was lonely without the blond, however. Everything was. His happiness and outgoing nature made everything seem lack luster. Sora was almost like him…but Demyx wasn't Sora.
No one could ever be Demyx. Just being around him was like being high…
It sucked not being able to see him.
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GASP! Demyx POV (which is becoming a frequent)
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Demyx had stayed home again due to an ever present fever. 33 C and rising. The encounter with Zexion yesterday had actually made it better…until he decided to ask that question. Hadn't rape been enough?
No…he thought, He just didn't know I cared about religion. That was all. His friend didn't know about anything that had to do with Christianity, obviously. He probably thought it was all some incoherent gibberish written by some king a couple thousand years ago. And Demyx couldn't blame him.
Because, in his heart, he wanted Zexion, too. If he ever ended up with a boyfriend, though…His father would most definitely disown him. Nothing in his life had ever been so hard. The loss of his mother, the loss of his beloved, being lonely for so many years…Nothing compared to what Zexion did to him.
He sat in silence, waiting for his Ibuprofen to kick in. Demyx wished he could call someone, so he wouldn't be so alone, but everyone was at school. He decided to try and take a nap until his headache started to fade.
The blond didn't care anymore.
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3 Hours Later….. (Teh OMG!)
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"The world was white. Draco turned to Harry and said, 'I love you...'…" Demyx read aloud, slightly giggling. While surfing the internet, he had stumbled upon a fanfiction about the one thing he recognized. Everything in the stories he'd read so far were so romantic, and they were gentle and kind…He was having trouble understanding the plot of the story though. It was nice to read something that was out of the box for him, but he found it strange as hell that everyone paired Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, of all people. It was almost like if Roxas suddenly broke up with Axel, and dated Sora instead. Just the thought of it made him shiver.
He glanced at the clock on his computer. It was 4:37 P.M.
People would be home right now…but he didn't really know who to call. Seeing as he had sat there, either sleeping or thinking about Zexion, all day, who knows what he might end up telling the wrong person.
He debated whether he could call Sora. Sora seemed like the kind of person who would be really close friends with Zexion. Maybe the brunette would understand.
So he picked up the phone and called.
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An unheard of Zexion POV….
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"So-ra…" Currently, Zexion was on the phone with Sora. Again. He and the brunette were currently making plans to take over the world with half-man, half-cookie people. Sora was being difficult.
"I'm telling you, Zex… There's no way we will ever find anyone willing to participate in the project unless you and I start killing people. Zombies can make decent cookie warriors." Zexion could almost imagine Sora pouting. Suddenly there was a loud and strange beeping noise. There was a pause, then it happened again.
"What is that?"
"Zex, I think I have another call…Gimme a sec" There was a click, then a long silence, then another click. "It's Demyx…Do you want me to put him on our line, or should I let you go?" Zexion blinked a few times.
"I guess you could put him on the line with us. I'm just glad he's okay." There were several more clicks, a long beep, then he heard breathing.
"Was it just me…Or is your phone going to turn mine into a bomb and kill someone?" It was the blond's voice. Zexion couldn't speak. He heard Sora laugh.
"Last time my phone went 'splody was when Axel tied a firecracker to it." Zexion still couldn't speak.
"Didn't you say we were talking with Zexion, too?" Demyx asked. Sora sighed.
"I wonder if Zex hung up, though. He's been acting really weird about you lately." The brunette explained. Zexion gently pressed speakerphone on his receiver and set the phone on his bed. This conversation might be interesting if they thought he had hung up.
"What do you mean he's been acting weird?"
"Well…he talks about you a helluva lot more, and all that shit."
"That's it?"
"No…I spent the night at his house a few weekends ago and he talked in his sleep for the first time."
"And?"
"All he talked about was how awesome you were. Me and Zex have always been pretty tight, so I thought that was the most messed up thing."
"How is talking in your sleep messed up? I don't get it."
"Zexion's never done it before is the weird thing." Demyx grunted in response. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"Do you like Zex? Like, at all? Or is he just wasting his life and his money on you?" There was a pause.
"You know, don't you?"
"About what?"
"About everything."
"Yes, actually, I do. Believe it or not, me and Zexion are like sisters, if nothing else. We talk about everything, and never spill secrets. So just tell me so I can make sure I know the answer. If you can talk to me about him, you can eventually tell him, too." There was another long silence.
"It was nice talking with you Sora." There was another click.
"Zexion? You're still on the line, aren't you?"
Zexion hung up his phone. Well, THAT was an interesting conversation…
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The Next Morning at School…..
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"Why did you tell him?" Demyx asked Zexion as they sat in the halls waiting for the bell to ring.
"Tell who?" The silverette acted as if he'd heard nothing the night before.
"Sora."
"Tell him what?"
"About us." Zexion turned and stared at Demyx in astonishment.
"There's an 'us'? Really?" The blond glared at him.
"Just tell me why."
"Because Sora is like my little sister. I can tell him anything, and he keeps himself shut like he was welded together with hot iron." Demyx continued to glare at him.
"If you're that much of a woman, why don't you take it instead of give it?"
"Because I never experienced a Lolita Complex, like Sora did." He told his friend cheerfully. The blond turned away from him.
"Don't you realize this means war?" he asked coldly. Zexion chuckled.
"Of course…But love is so much better than war."
"Says you."
"Says everybody."
"HI ZEXION!!" The pair was greeted by a flying glomp from Sora. The brunette glanced over. "Oh yeah…Hi Dem." He gave a small wave to the blond, then turned back to the silverette. "Guess what!"
"What?" Zexion asked, earning a pleased expression from his friend.
"They're cutting Riku's hours in half since he's been being a good student and citizen! It's so exciting!" The silverette smiled at his friend.
"Yeah, it is. How is he anyway?"
"He's GREAT! I missed him…" Sora blushed. "It feels weird to think about how sexual innuendo jokes could be inserted at this point…." Demyx giggled.
"I just realized something…" The two other teens glanced at him. "We're just like a bunch of girls." Zexion laughed and Sora blushed.
"You're right, Dem…We are, aren't we?" The silverette agreed.
Just then, the bell rang, and they all shuffled into their assorted classrooms.
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0-0
Gasp.
33 C is around the equivalent of 100.6 F in degrees.
The first song on Zexion's CD was Whipstickagostop…the second is I Must Be Emo…Then The Panda Song…
Rar…
Continue reviews….or chapters will get all short and lazy…
I won't discontinue…but I will get lazy….
I can do that.
Zexion is a doctore who will replace your liver with a fircracker and your brain with an oreo.
"I'm a little bomb in your kidney.
Here is my trigger, here is my fuse.
If you don't go fight, I'll kill you.
Don't piss me off if you want to live."-The Ansem Retort #115
Sung to the tune of "I'm a Little Teapot."