As Roxas stood there stupidly, Axel waddled off, followed by the prancing Demyx. How overwhelming…Roxas trotted to the kitchen, plopping onto the table. How could such a prestigious academy allow such…vermin—vermin referring to those "unique" characters Axel and Demyx. They had to be smart, meaning polar opposites of what they were right now.
But Roxas's parents always told him that genius came in the oddest packages…
Roxas was so engrossed in his thoughts; he didn't notice the sluggish Axel joining him at the table. Thankfully, he had a crusty, grey sweatshirt and jogging pants slapped on his delicate figure. "Yo."
Roxas gave him a tired stare. "Hey."
"You seem to be in a crummy mood…Did'ja know the school had its own spa? Yeah; Demyx and his homo posse practically LIVE there…" He lazily twirled a strand of his fire-colored hair, puckering his lips; a Demyx imitation. Roxas raised an eyebrow—attempt failed.
The redhead went on. "Anyway, they give messages and stuff. From what Lux tells me, it's better than sex; the messages, I mean." Axel playfully jabbed the blonde in the arm. "But wouldn't wanna spoil the surprise for you, eh?"
Roxas scoffed at Axel's other attempt to crack a joke. He dug a hand into one of his slack pockets, prying out a crumpled pamphlet of the school's campus. "Hmpf…I'm guessing Lux is Marluxia." He cracked the pamphlet open. "I sure hope you're not hiding another roommate from me."
Axel seemed fixated at the flyer Roxas was currently scanning through. "N-no…Of course not." He raised a thin eyebrow.
"Good then." Roxas flipped another page.
"…What are you doing?"
"Seeing where I can find this spa you speak of…I don't see it here on the map, actually. Mind pointing it out for me?"
When Axel didn't reply, Roxas looked up at him over his speaks. The redhead looked flabbergasted, mouth agape.
"Is something wrong?" Roxas hiffed.
"Why the fuck are you reading a map for Ohtori Academy?" Axel snorted. "That place is like, fifty miles away!"
Roxas lowered the flyer. "What are you blabbering about?" He was getting irritated now.
"HELLO?" Axel raised his arms to add emphasis. "You're in Ohtori UNIVERSITY, you fucking moron. Jesus Christ—those freaking PLATES you've got on your NOSE aren't really accomplishing what they're supposed to be fucking accomplishing."
Roxas ripped his messenger bag from his shoulder, forcefully dropping it onto the table. His arm was elbow-deep inside when he pulled out his college acceptance letter. Shivering, he read; "Dear Roxas…dadada…you've just been accepted into the FAMOUS OHTORI UNIVERSITY; PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY." He looked at the now amused Axel with twisted eyes, spitting; "So what does this MEAN? I'm not in the oh-so famous, genius-creating OHTORI ACADEMY?"
Axel snorted back a laugh. "That's exactly what it means."
Roxas calmed down a little, regaining his breath. "B-but…what's this college like…? Is it…smart? Have any famous scientists ever stayed here? What's it like here?"
"Well…uh…" Axel scratched the back of his head. His arms rested firmly on the table as he gazed squarely at Roxas. "Have you ever heard of Harry Potter?"
Roxas felt a little insulted. "Well, yeah, who hasn't?"
"Metaphorically speaking," Axel continued (Roxas twitched, trying to comprehend how Axel managed to sputter such a word without his brain collapsing onto itself), "this school is their school's Hufflepuff."
The blonde let his forehead collide with the apple-shaped placemat. "Fuck."
Axel bit his lip. "Urm…but that doesn't mean you're going to learn any less at this school than at that academy. I mean, like…ugh…"
"No wonder," Roxas's muffled voice growled. "No rightful academy would permit such disgusting muck into it." Roxas looked up, chin now resting on the table; his sky blue eyes morphed into a red-hot glare.
"Hey, hey now!" Axel blurted out, wincing. "Personal attacks won't really like, 'teleport'"— he made quotation marks with his fingers— "you fifty miles away."
"…I am SO suing."
"What?"
"Hey, what're you guys talkin' about?"
Both Roxas and Axel's eyes landed on Demyx, who stood before them. A mink bath towel was wrapped around his bony shoulder; a five-minute shower. But then again, Demyx must've been accustomed to "quick and easy jobs."
"Poindexter here applied for the wrong college," Axel huffed, stabbing a thumb in Roxas's direction. Demyx only chuckled.
"And what's so funny about THAT?" Roxas grumbled.
"Nah; it's just déjà vu—this viper sittin' with ya went through the same thing."
"Shut up," muttered Axel, crossing his arms.
"Well, it's true! You didn't even wanna go here!" Demyx turned to Roxas. "Hey, did you know he wanted to be a doctor?"
Roxas nearly swallowed his tongue. "A…doctor?"
"Uh-huh! He wanted to get inside of people and what not." Demyx wiggled his fingers, grossed out. "It's still pretty disgusting, which is why I stuck with the good old-fashioned hair-stylist…But, you know…" Roxas looked up, blinking. "This place grew on Axel; maybe it can grow on you, too."
"…Well, maybe."
"Good." Demyx took his towel and laid it on the counter. "Come with me, Roxas."
"What? To where?"
"Just get on your shoes." The brunette kneeled down, fishing a shoebox from a cupboard. "You'll see." He got to his feet, turning to Axel. "Hey, you might want to come along, too."
Demyx was quite…submissive. But given the current situation, being "submissive" was quite disturbing. Roxas and Axel did what they were told, following Demyx (and the shoebox) to the front of the dorm. It was vacant and the most blinding green imaginable.
Demyx got to his knees, his perfectly manicured nails morphing into shovels—he was digging. When the hole reached his liking, he dropped the shoebox in without the lid.
"Okay, men," he said, standing up. "Observe the box."
And so, they observed.
"And what's THIS shit all about?" Axel blurted out.
"We must BURY all the negative vibes and everything you THINK you want…because from now on, they're dead; so put 'em in—ALL of 'em."
Axel sighed hesitantly, but Roxas…Roxas actually though about it. He wanted to work for NASA before, but now? He didn't seem up for it. Well, maybe later, but DEFINITELY not now. He just wanted to get out of there in one piece.
He wrote himself a mental sticky note: My new dream is to get out of college as peacefully as possible.
"You both ready?" Demyx asked; Axel and Roxas nodded. "Okay then…And so…since all of our hopes and dreams and desires of the past have passed on…that gives room for more—a lot more. So may they rest in peace…Amen."
"Amen," the pair muttered.
Demyx popped the top back on the shoebox, and proceeded filling the hole with excess dirt. As strange as it was, Roxas couldn't help but feel a tug on his little heart as the box disappeared under the soil. Demyx was so Goddamn simple-minded; it was like he actually thought something other than air was in that shoebox.
Ack—another tug…
When the box was fully one with Earth, and Demyx was brushing himself off, Roxas bit his lip to refrain the sudden downpour coming on. He couldn't put the feeling into words, but it was like…
…it was a funeral for my sanity.
A/N: Demyx seems like the spiritual type. Well, in my opinion, anyway. He's probably the sanest, most real Organization member. He just wants to live life to its fullest, without getting his ass pounded by some bi-curious weirdo with some bigass key thing. And I hope to find more inspiration for this fic soon—I bought the High School Musical soundtrack a few days ago (...am I the only person over twelve who HAS?), and ideas have basically been spilling outta my gut. SO THANK YOU, HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SOUNDTRACK.
Anyway, feedback is fun. :D