The Boy in the Locked Room

Disclaimer: I do not own or take any credit for the creation, original storyline and original characters of the Kingdom Hearts games or manga.

AN: Hi faithful readers! Look a new update and not that long of a wait. Sadly though it's only one new chapter, I got a full-time job at Tim's Horton's and don't have as much free time. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I decided on Zexion's POV seeing as we've moved into an ARC where it's focussing on more Zexion and Demyx. Don't worry though I won't start messing with tons of POV change and I will never (unless it with Sora and Vanitas or Roxas and Ventus) change POV within one chapter, I know I dislike it and won't make you guys suffer with it.

WARNINGS: FEELS, lots of FEELS and a bit of violence.

~Chapter Twenty-Four~

Side Story

Zexion

"D-demyx…" I choked out backing away from the window of my room.

There was Demyx perched on the window sill, guitar strapped to his back, smile stretched across his face. "Hiya Zexy!" His clothes were spattered with blood.

I was trapped in a corner of my room, the door on the far wall. Why was he here? Didn't he get enough out of me last time?

I should scream. But I didn't…

Demyx slid off the window sill, settling himself on the bed, blocking me from the door. "You know Zexy it took me a while to find out where you were. I even went to that stupid institution I heard you were at. Did you like it there? I hated the place they had me. It was sooooo boring!"

"W-why… why are you here?" I whispered. I wrapped my arms around my middle. It was terrifying… my old best friend like this… this evil…

Demyx shrugged off his guitar stepping off the bed closer to me. "To see you of course, it's been a while huh Zexy?"

"Stop it! You're not him!"

"Of course I am! You just won't accept that this is me, this is me!"

I shook my head. I felt him get closer till he grabbed both of my hands.

"You're shaking," I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Do I scare you, Zexy?"

"S-stop calling me that..." I whispered.

His grip tightened on my hands. I felt powerless in his presence, no amount of sarcasm, wit or smarts could help me, he saw through everything. He knows everything about me.

He was my best friend.

~x~x~x~

My parents didn't want kids.

It was a fluke, an accidently pregnancy well they were in university, a bit too much to drink a night after their exams.

It anyone's guess on why they didn't abort me.

I grew up as an only child. I didn't have any cousins around and certainly my mother didn't plan play dates with the neighbourhood families.

She was a lawyer, married to my father but really it was her work. My father a marketing executive for a company, he was hardly home preferring to stay overnight at the company.

I was raised by an army of nannies and babysitters. My Mother occasionally would read to me. I treasured that time and could forget about the majority of time she spent with her work. She would praise me when I could read back to her.

The majority of my time I spent indoors or at the many libraries around the city. I easily avoided other children, they were alien to me. I had no idea on how I should act around them, what to even say. I liked to think I was superior to them when in reality I was terrified of them. What they would think of me, did they read?

I had no one to confide in.

By the time I was eight, I had a life plan.

Graduate high school in the normal four years or sooner.

Attend post-secondary school, a prestigious university probably in medicine.

Get a job, climb the ranks of said industry to the top.

I wanted to succeed. Relationships were not part of the plan, I didn't think I had a lot if any social skills required for them and I didn't want to have any kids and have them end of like me.

I also met Demyx when I was eight, in the third grade.

I always sat at the back by myself in school, the other kids didn't care for me, didn't even bully me. I was always alone and I preferred it that way.

Demyx was new to the school. A hyperactive goofy smiled kid, back then he was short. The teacher sat him next to me. Immediately he talked my ear, the rest of the day he followed me like a puppy.

Somehow he invited himself over to my house and it turned out he lived down the street.

He sucked at school, had special tutoring sessions during classes such as social studies and languages so he stayed at the right level. I ended up helping him a lot. He announced that I was his best friend. Inwardly I was almost giddy as I had never had a friend before.

The bulling soon started when his special tutoring sessions got out. His sister was three grades ahead of us and she was terrifying. She was tall and always seemed to be angry. Larxene was always beating up Demyx's bullies.

It didn't seem to hurt him. Demyx expanded his friendships with other kids in our class but always dragged me along.

It was in grade five when Demyx discovered his talent for music.

Grade six when I finally told him he was my best friend.

Grade seven, my parents started work overseas

Grade eight, I pretty much moved into Demyx's and Larxene's house.

When Demyx and I started high school is where things took a bad turn and Demyx started to change.

Grade nine, Demyx's snapped.

~x~x~x~

Sometimes I wonder if I could have stopped Demyx, if I could have helped him before he changed. Sometimes I wonder if my distant behavior contributed to his 'snap.'

"Are you walking down memory lane, Zexy?" Demyx asked, his face was inches away from mine.

"What do you want?" I managed to get out without stuttering.

"Why to hang out with my best friend! It's been so long! I missed you! Did you miss me?"

"I miss the old you."

Demyx shook his head. "I've always been this way."

"No! No you haven't! That thing, the 'anti' tainted you, twisted you, this isn't you!" I cried out. "I wish things had never changed! Why you let it change you? What was so bad that it was able to get it?" I slumped to my knees, tear threatened to spill over, I hated being weak.

I could see Demyx's feet; he knelt down and pulled me into a hug. I hated how I was able to (even after what he did to me) cling to him as I cried. I knew I was opening myself up for an attack. I didn't know how long Demyx would be able to play nice before the violent tendencies would show.

I couldn't hate him. But I hated what he became.

A knock interrupted Demyx and I. "Zex are you ok? We need to go out and get some food… Zex? I'm coming in ok?" Namine opened my bedroom door.

"Stay out!" I shouted.

"Zex?" The door opened fully. Namine stood in the doorway, wide-eyed and staring at me and Demyx.

Demyx stood up pulling me with him. "Why hello there!" Demyx greeted.

"Y-you're… you're…"

"Demyx," he answered.

It was a mess, Namine screamed. Demyx twisted and through me to the bed and lunged at Namine, grabbing her by the arm and twisting it behind her back. He held a knife, no a scalpel to her neck.

I scrambled from the bed. "Don't hurt her!"

Namine struggled until Demyx pressed the scalpel to her neck drawing a bit of blood. "Is she your friend?" he asked.

I nodded slowly. "Yes. But you're my best friend."

"I don't like it," Demyx said. "I don't…"

"Demy… Please don't, please!"

To be continued…

AN: I hope you enjoyed listening to Zexion. He's hard for me to write seeing as he has a toughish front but is really suffering inside. He loves (friendship guy's just friendship for now perhaps) Demyx yet can't really accept what he's become. Anyway, next chapter everyone meets Demyx. What do you guys think will happen? Or want to happen? Death? Violence? Perhaps Demyx joins them? I want to read your thoughts! Much love!