Warnings: Boylove, swearing, violence, mentions of anorexia, self harm, paedophilia, and of course, the horrible butchering of Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy characters.

Pairings: AkuRoku, Zemyx, XigDem, MeganxSeifer, some MarVex, possibly Cleon later on... what? I'm a fangirl, so sue me!

This is my first fanfic, so if you guys hate it... well, I don't blame you. Feel free to flame me, but just so you know, every time you flame a fanfiction, a chocobo dies...

Oh, and I don't own these characters, which is probably for the best, since I would do things to Axel that would... ANYWAY, on with the story!

Marluxia

I strode into the room on Sunday morning. I had decided to give Vexen the cold shoulder – he'd been blanking me, but two can play at that game – but everyone else got treated to a warm smile as I picked out my favourite chair in the staffroom. Xigbar was texting – of course, when has he ever taken anything seriously? – Vexen was rearranging his folder with a touch of OCD and Xaldin was drinking black coffee. Everyone else was either late or boring.

I looked over at Xigbar, who sat on my left. He had put his phone down for a moment and was looking at me really weirdly. "What's up with you?" I asked. Shouldn't he be wasting his time playing Snake on his phone?

"Marluxia," he said slowly, drawing the attention of both Vexen and Xaldin, "what on earth possessed you to wear that shirt?"

I looked down at my shirt. Was it really that bad? No, it wasn't. Xigbar was probably just jealous. "Shut up."

"It is kind of... extremely gay..." Vexen observed. Well, at least he fucking noticed me.

"Seriously, Marluxia, it looks like a gay pride parade ran you over. And I mean that in the nicest way possible," Xigbar continued, scooping up his phone again.

"If you don't shut the fuck up, when Xemnas arrives I'm going to tell him you've been sexting Demyx." That might have been a little low, but he insulted my shirt. It was one of my favourite shirts.

Xigbar smirked at me. "I can prove that I haven't. Got my cellphone right here with all the texts saved, and not one of 'em is the slightest bit inappropriate."

Well, of course not. Demyx wouldn't have understood anyway.

"All right, ladies, settle down, I'm here." Xemnas sauntered in and the room fell silent. "We need to discuss –"
"Sir, before we begin." Xigbar tilted his chair back. How in the fuck had he kept this job for so fucking long? "Do you like Marluxia's shirt?"

Oh, goodie.

Xemnas regarded me. "Well... it's very colourful... and it has flowers on it... lots of colourful flowers..."

"And? There's nothing wrong with it, right, sir?" I demanded, looking down at it. It was a lovely shirt; what the fuck were they on about?

"Erm... perhaps we should start the meeting now." He coughed loudly and sat down. I tried not to look too heartbroken. "So, first things first –"

"We need to talk about Megan, sir," said Miss Belle, the French teacher who was rumoured to have a fetish for chest hair. "I'm quite worried about her."

"I've got her under control, don't worry," I announced boredly, waving a bored hand and generally feeling bored. I was so sick of people bitching about Megan. Say what you will, she was one of my best friends and I couldn't help but get pissed when people complained about the consequences of their own stupidity when they were around her.

"Well, you say that, but you see, she seems a little... stressed at the moment. She's constantly irritable, even more violent than normal, and I think she's losing weight." Well, of course she's losing weight. Whenever she has any spare food it goes to Naminé.

Xemnas sighed heavily. "I don't care about that girl, is that understood? Either you learn to deal with her or she and her brothers will be removed from the school."

"NO!" All our heads swivelled to look at Xigbar, who shrank into his chair slightly. "Uh... Megan and Roxas are... are my best students... and Roxas is clearly a good influence on Axel..."

We pretty much let it slide because Xemnas did not exactly have a clean record when it came to being professional around attractive males either. "We've already spent far too much time talking about that messed-up little girl. There are more important matters at hand..."

We moved onto talking about boring stuff like salary and the new chairs in the staff room, and it soon became one of those meetings in which everybody is sneakily texting their friends.

Megan, how're you? I've got this really shitty staff meeting today, so I'm dying. How're the three of you? Love Marly xxxxxxxx

Awful. Really awful. Demyx is having his worst day in... ever. I had to call Naminé's Uncle Cid and ask him to keep my dad busy because Dem in a bad mood plus Dad in even a good one is a really fucking bad idea. Love Megan :P

Oh. I paused mid-text to nod attentively and take note of the fact that Xigbar was texting Demyx. Maybe things weren't too bad for the kid. How are you and Roxas holding up? You especially. Look after yourself, okay? Love Marly :) xxxxxxxxxx

"Psst, Marly." Xigbar leaned in a little closer to me, his one eye fixed on Xemnas. "Can you ask Megan how Demyx is?"

I replied by scrolling up to Megan's previous text about it being one of Demyx's very worst days and tilting my phone screen for him to read. He bit his lip and returned to his own texting, this time with a lot more urgency.

"All right, then, I suppose that's it for today's meeting. Use the bathroom if you need to; the school's being locked up again in twenty minutes, so hurry up."

I got up and dashed to the bathroom. Xigbar, I noticed, was now on the phone, not to Demyx but to Megan. Who'd have thought it?

"Really, Marluxia, that shirt..." Vexen told me, shaking his head as he followed me to the staff toilets. Right. I'd had enough now.

"You know what, Vexen? Fuck it. If you hate this goddamn shirt so much..." I started undoing the buttons, "I'll fucking well take it off."

As my shirt fell to the floor, I noticed the change in Vexen's face. Oh. Oh. I could totally use this to my advantage. He made no move to stop me as my hands reached for my belt.

"You probably hate my fucking belt too, so I'll take that off..." I dropped it onto the floor along with my shirt. "And why not my jeans, while I'm at it? They probably make me look fat or something, right?" I kicked off my shoes and let my jeans fall to my ankles. Vexen was practically eye-raping me. This was definite progress, considering he wouldn't even look at me when I first arrived.

"Marluxia," he said in a strangled voice, "I really dislike your underwear as well, you know."

For a moment, I really did contemplate taking that off. But then I remembered the whole "always leave them wanting more" rule, so I just huffed contemptuously.

"You really think I'm that stupid, you know-it-all fake blonde madman?"

Vexen opened his mouth as if to bitch me out, but then closed it again. A smirk curved his lips. "Here," he said, handing me a leaflet. It was for the grand opening of the new restaurant in Tram Common. "Maybe afterwards we can go back to my place and I'll prove I'm a natural blonde."

Then he turned and left, leaving me with only my underwear on, a leaflet for a restaurant and burning red cheeks.

I pulled my clothes back on and scurried out into the car park. Vexen was already gone. Typical. Xigbar, however, remained standing outside his car, bickering with someone on the other end of his cellphone. I inched closer. A little eavesdropping never hurt anyone, right?

"Let me talk to him. No, I don't think I can do a better job than you, but I still want – I know he doesn't want me to, but if I can just get a word – Megan, what was that? What was the enormous fucking crash? Megan, don't lie to me, it was your end of the – Megan – if you kids aren't safe then I can – listen to me! You can't stay there if he –"

Then he sighed and, shoulders curved, he snapped his phone shut. Clearly Megan had hung up on him.

"Don't worry," I said quietly, making him not so much jump as just twitch feebly. "I can make sure the three of them are all okay."

If Xigbar wasn't so bloody defeated right now, he probably would have demanded how I was meant to do that. As it was, he just stared at my left ear and nodded like a small child who wanted desperately to know where their lost blankie was. Only in this case, the child was a grown man, and the lost blankie was Demyx.

I was going to have to check up on the trio now... after my date with a certain blonde teacher...

Fuck yes.

Megan

It was a long and difficult bus ride to school on Monday morning, I tell you what. Roxas and I sat next to each other in the seats behind Zexion and Demyx. I noticed that Demyx managed a weak half-smile at Zexion before returning to staring out of the window. Poor kid.

I swallowed, trying not to let the pain show. My throat was absolute murder. I had on a high-necked sweater to hide the slight bruising I'd acquired. Hopefully nobody would notice the foundation I'd had to put onto Roxas's cheek to hide a patch of purple there, and as for Demyx, as long as he remembered to keep the jacket on he should be fine.

We just had to keep going and put yesterday behind us. We all knew how sorry he was for hurting us. I caught sight of it in his face when I handed him his clean laundry. But we couldn't talk about it just yet, it was too painful, so I doubt he even knew that he was forgiven. But he was always forgiven, no matter what happened.

He was family.

"All right, kids, everyone off!" Our normal bus driver had caught something nasty, so we were being driven to school by Bob, who is a douchebag. Seriously, it's like, if he went to a party and everyone else brought, like, casserole or something, he would bring fire. And destruction. That is the essence of Bob.

"Come on, guys," I murmured. Yes, that's right, the unconquerable Megan murmured. Not hissed venomously, not growled and certainly not screamed. I murmured, because every syllable I formed hurt my throat far more than was fair.

Demyx and Roxas got slowly to their feet. Of the three of us, I'd say I was the most beat-up, followed by Dem and then Roxas. Zexion seemed completely oblivious to it all, which was... reassuring? I didn't want to be reassured by that EMO cunt. Even the back of his head annoyed me, forced to look at it as we all shuffled down the centre of the bus to walk past Bob the douchebag and make the perilous leap from the bus down onto solid ground. Stupid Zexion, fucking with my brother's head when he and Xigbar were clearly made for each other.

As soon as we stepped off the bus, and I do mean the very same second, Roxas got glomped by Axel. He actually returned the hug, muttering something into Axel's ear about how horrible yesterday had been, and could he please mind the bruises. Since the bruises extended all the way up the left side of Roxas's waist, this would be a pretty big task for Axel.

But I was amazed to see that Axel pulled away, kissed my little brother lightly on the nose and took his hand instead. There was so much tenderness and care in that gesture that the petty dislike I'd been storing up for Axel was squashed down by something much bigger, much more important – the need to protect my brothers and make sure they were as happy as they could be. And Roxas was certainly happy now, smiling up at Axel like he had found... well... what he needed.

Sure, Axel was a prick, but hey, he was Roxas's prick.

I glanced over at Zexion and Demyx, who were both walking silently to the Languages corridor, where Zexion had French and Demyx had Spanish. Okay, I can form an incredibly long list of Zexion's flaws, but he was there for Demyx. And of course, yesterday there was Xigbar's desperate attempt to ensure not only Demyx's safety, but mine and Roxas's as well. I decided then and there that I wasn't going to put any pressure on Demyx to choose. He had two people who cared about him, and for now he was allowed to keep both of them. Xigbar wanted to keep him safe and Zexion wanted to keep him happy. He couldn't have asked for more.

Well, maybe a stable home life and to be able to do his own laundry, but we could work on that.

"Megan?" I looked up at the source of the voice. It was Marluxia, and for some reason he was fairly subdued. "Did he..."

"Yeah," I whispered, starting to move towards Physics, "he did."

Marly sighed heavily. "If you can't cope with –"

"I can cope," I told him, as loudly as I could muster. He'd really done a number on my throat, hadn't he? "I'm fine. We're fine. Thanks, Marly, but... we're coping."

"All right. Call me tonight. I need to talk to you anyway. The best thing happened to me yesterday."

So not everyone had painful, heartbreaking Sundays then. That was nice to know.

"That's great, Marly." I stopped short. Was I already here? Oh. Okay. "I've got Physics now. I'll see you around."

"You need anything, you let me know, okay?" I was already halfway through the door to the classroom. Oh, good, Seifer was in this class. As was Naminé. You try telling barefaced lies to Naminé. It doesn't work.

"What's with the sweater?" Nami asked by way of greeting, moving the bag she'd used to save my seat. "And what's going on with Axel and Roxas?"

I grinned. Of course, I hadn't had a chance to tell her anything yesterday. "They're... you know... a couple and stuff..."

"YOU FUCKING WHAT?" I chuckled at her enthusiasm. It was lucky that Ansem wasn't here yet. We were getting plenty of weird looks as it was.

"Yeah... well, we were playing Strip Truth Or Dare, and Axel was a bit tipsy..." It was easier than explaining that actually he was pretending to be absolutely fucked-up smashed, and that a mere hour or so later he was one hundred percent sober. "And Demyx's fangirls dared him to tell Roxas what he really thought of him, and it was something perverted and romantic at the same time, you know..." Naminé nodded, urging me on. I got the feeling Seifer was eavesdropping as well. Eh, I don't mind an audience. "And Roxas tried to do the whole "I'm straight" thing that he's so bad at, so Axel just scooped him up and took him into one of the spare rooms."

Naminé gasped and her eyes widened. The way she clasped her hands in front of her, you'd think I was telling her a goddamn fairytale. Oh, for the sake of all that is pure, don't let her use the phrase "make love". I hate it. I hate it so damn much and I have no justification. I just do. "That's so beautiful!"

"Hello! A fucking Fire Whisperer fucked my little brother in my not-quite-ex's spare room and you think it's beautiful?" I still couldn't raise my voice, but I had to keep talking. Wouldn't want her knowing what was wrong with my throat... hence why I batted away the question about my sweater.

"You have no proof that he's a Fire Whisperer, Megan," came an oh-fuck-off-it's-too-familiar voice from my left. Yes, Seifer was indeed listening to my conversation. "Nice to hear you refer to me as your not-quite-ex, I must say. Almost implies that we're still together."

"We weren't together in the first place, you fuck-up!" I hissed, regretting it because, yes, hissing does require the use of your throat. Seifer just smirked at me. I looked to Naminé for support... and she smirked too.

"For fuck's sake, I don't need this today." I didn't really need it any day, but today was a pretty inopportune one. "If you guys don't fuck off, I'm moving to the nerd seat at the front."

Seifer pouted at me. FUCKING STOP IT NOW. "I'm sorry, Megan. Do you want a cuddle or something? You do look a little... well, not yourself today."

Thankfully Ansem strode in before I could explain what had happened on Sunday. Or kill Seifer. Or both.

xxx

Yeah, it's kinda short. But it's got you all wondering what happened on Sunday, hasn't it? Mwahaha :D

I'm really sorry about not updating in any particular pattern. I just do it whenever the fuck I can. See, I've got about another four chapters lined up and saved, but I don't want to upload everything I've written and then find myself stuck story-wise. So I have to write more before I can upload more. Make sense?

Oh, and the whole Marluxia's flowery shirt thing was dedicated with all my love to Death By Nutella (Vexen), her totally-not-boyfriend-GOSH (Marluxia), our best friend (Xigbar) and our French teacher (Xemnas). You people make school almost worth going to, with your shenanigans and so on.

The more reviews I get, the more likely I am to include MarVex lemon soon. After all, I think we ALL want to know whether Vexen is a natural blonde...

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