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Alright, time for bed.

Vexen shut his desk lamp off and rolled back in his chair, took off his glasses and rubbed the heel of his palm into his eyes. Biology was done. English was done. Chemistry was done three weeks ago. Calculus… he'd call Xion tomorrow.

Wow. It was only ten-thirty and he was already falling over himself with weariness. With that, a strange feeling resonated from somewhere in the back of his mind, but he decided to ignore it, knowing he'd be completely out of it by the time his head hit the pillow.

He hit the mattress, messily throwing the blanket over his legs in his sleepy state. Normally he slept on his right side, an arm curling beneath his pillow and the other resting next to his chest; however, two seconds later, Nope. Doesn't work. He rolled onto his back, keeping his right hand up near his head. He briefly recalled one being prone to sleep paralysis this way; opening up your heart to the spirits and such. Not that he believed in such a thing.

He attempted to sink into his mattress, like a good yoga student.

No.

He put both his hands down, overtop his thigh, trying to warm his fingers up. Hmmm.

He adjusted his neck, left.

Then right.

He groaned.

Vexen took his exhausted body and turned to lie on his left side. What was wrong with him? Vexen was tired beyond belief, taking so much effort to make such adjustments in his position. Absently, he could feel the rapid beating of his heart in his chest, a clear indication of this abnormality, so the blond decided to further distract himself by reviewing his homework in his head until he could fall into unconsciousness.

Equations of math and physics, along with their corresponding graphs zoomed in his mind. 'Solve:' But he got stuck on one side of the equal sign, and before he could think of why it was wrong, he had forgotten his work and the problem was pulled into the darkness of oblivion. Vexen's head swirled in the darkness, making him feel nauseated. But he could feel nothing in his stomach.

His stereo had been playing, filling the silence with random bands on his iPod. Long songs went by like a train, and by the end of each, he found himself saying, 'wow, over already?'Short songs were different, he noticed, taking forever to get through. His usually collected head hurt. On the inside. This infuriated him further, since he could do nothing to ease such a pain. He flopped onto his back.

Today was Saturday. Tomorrow was Sunday. TheDay after was school. Day two. He had a biology quiz in second, a physics test in third. Fifth period lunch. Demyx sat across from him. Zexion to his left, Larxene sat on Demyx's right. That girl still had his calculator. Vexen would have to borrow Xion's. Xion has black hair. Her pale face almost pops out when she wears her entirely black uniform. She had a three on her collar. He had three classes each day this year. Eighteen percent of the year had gone by. Tomorrow, the moon would be 52% illuminated. Saix likes the moon. Maybe in the next full moon, the blue-haired teen would be seen howling at it. A large blue wolf-like figure seemed to emerge from the darkness of Vexen's mind and charge right at him.

Vexen frowned at his ceiling then closed his eyes again.

Blue. When the air hole of a Bunsen burner is open, the flame is purple on the outside and blue on the inside. With a snap of a finger and a dangerously familiar smirk, red-orange flames suddenly filled his vision and engulfed his frail body.

Vexen's eyes shot open. He looked around: his stereo was still playing, in his room, in his un-incinerated house. The teen rest his head back down. This had never happened before. And wonderful; he began to feel a headache coming on.

He let his eyes slip shut slowly. He was in a field. Grass. There was nothing but tall, green, wild grass as far as he could 'see.' Vexen paid no attention to what time of day it was, if it was day at all. The sky overhead wasn't bright, nor was it dim in the slightest, its moderate glow allowing him to see and not be particularly drawn to an excess amount of light. Everything seemed to be between light and dark, when a flash pricked the corner of his eye. It was only moments later that he found himself walking towards it, parting the stalk-like greenery at his waist to get closer. A large rosebud.

It suddenly looked as though it was larger than himself, which was odd, since it seemed as small as a regular flower just a second ago. It was tall and upright like a pod. As he realized this, its walls became more solid-looking and firm, as though it were made of metal and not soft like normal petals would. The pod began to glow; mostly at the top, where the lips gathered, a white light revealed the bud's true colour: a stained red that then became a softer blush. The light from within grew stronger and stronger until the blush was no more than a faint pink. And just before the flower turned completely white, it began to open.

The light spread everywhere, tainting the rest of the landscape with its purity. It nearly blinded him, but he felt no urge in his body to look or turn away. The landscape disappeared, and everything the light had touched, became part of a white room. He hadn't noticed when it had happened, being solely focused on the source of pure light, but a brief glance at his peripherals and it was true; he was in a white room, large enough to be part of a castle.

The large, pink petals dropped to waist-height, and inside the layers of real plant membrane, lay a huddled figure in the centre. The brightness of the light began to dissipate, as it spilled out into the room and Vexen could slowly make out that the figure… was a person.

The person lifted their arms above their head as if yawning, though no sound was emitted.Just like in space. As they began to get up and stand in their spot, they seemed to be clad in a floor-length coat made of the light. It suddenly felt very warm; something Vexen hadn't noticed back in the field.

He was very comfortable in that spot, standing there, and even when that person stepped onto the floor, the blond felt no such fear that would have beckoned him away from his spot. The person kept advancing towards him, not stopping even when they were less than a foot apart. The light proved too much at this range and Vexen found himself squinting, keeping the face of the person obscured.

Surprisingly, it didn't feel wrong to have his sight hindered, almost as if the person had made to close his eyes for him. Hands, softer and more smooth than any flower he'd ever known, were suddenly on him; fingers stroking the sides of his narrow face.

Vexen swallowed, chasing away the small flickers of nervousness. What did this mean? What was happening? Vexen was about to open his eyes, in hopes to better comprehend the situation, when… he was then very aware of that he was being kissed.

The lips on his forehead were completely gentle and because the person's face was so close to him, his eyes automatically unfocused; pitifully attempting to make out the person's identity through their chin and neck.

It was incomprehensible why he was just standing there, but his body turned to stone and Vexen didn't think to think why. And when the slight pressure above his eyes finally became non-existent, Vexen saw a brief flash of ice-blue orbs, before everything vanished.

Green eyes snapped open, but without shock or discomfort this time. This sort of feeling, as Vexen lay in bed, was nothing like he'd felt before his lapse from the world. He noted that his heartbeat was no longer racing, his temperature was somewhat moderate, his fingers weren't twitching or restless; he was back to normal.

'…Was that you?' he asked, half awake. Thanks. A brief glance at the time and he was mildly surprised that only an hour had gone by. He didn't bother to move out of his flat-pancake position on his back, for slight fear of disturbing his body after finally calming down. He mentally let the waves of tiredness flow back into him, filling himself with a physical lullaby. The unsettling feelings were gone, and what was left was the wonder of what had just happened in his subconscious. Wonder, indeed.

End of Saturday


Sunday

Vexen turned out of the main road and into the crescent. It was still kind of early; the sun had made its graceful appearance merely an hour ago, though the clouds sleepily droned on and chilled the city quite a bit. He readjusted the white collar of his blue sweater, when he felt a cool breeze swing by the houses he passed.

The neighbourhood was the common residential area, if not a little shoddy with a few unkempt front lawns and driveways here and there. Then in front of number 12, well trimmed boxes and planters adorning the front-facing windows, shone out like a purple thistle in the midst of a million dandelions.

Vexen walked across the driveway, into the alley the house made with the next one and stopped at the door labelled '2'. Marluxia lived in the basement of his parents' house, making the side door his own personal entrance. (It was a whole other address; separate mailboxes and everything!) Vexen pulled back the cuff of his sleeve and saw that it wasn't that early and the pink-haired teen should be awake by now. Marluxia could be a morning person when he wanted, and Vexen only hoped that he was conscious enough to have a semi-important conversation at this time.

The dream, in truth, wasn't very well-remembered. Details were grey, yet one of the main things that stuck out of his subconscious and poked into his main conscience was pink. Weird, indeed; Vexen thought the same when he woke up.

Unnecessarily tapping twice, he let himself in and walked down the wooden stairs. Three steps down, he was suddenly aware that during his whole trek to this house, his time would have been better spent thinking of what to say to the boy first than trying to remember more of the dream. And seven steps down, at the bottom of the steps, he …really didn't need to say anything.

The space was well lit by several lamps placed along the sides and corners. Something was cooking in the microwave of the pseudo-kitchen area, roughly having six minutes left to go. There was a medium-sized pile of laundry in one corner, mostly consisting of colourful t-shirts Marluixa tried to sneak under his uniform. The chunky (crappy), old TV was on, displaying a possibly week old episode of 'Glee'. He found that show to be mildly irritating. They all had okay songs (meaning not all were of that garbage passing of as mainstream and monopolizing the radio stations), but everything seemed to be about sex these days. And yes, while that's what's on teenagers' minds anyway, (the characters' problems coming off as realistic)… it just wasn't appealing to Vexen. 'Watch a damn soap opera if you need more drama in your life.'

But that wasn't the reason Vexen was speechless. What it was, was the floor show he was getting; Larxene, bottom half shielded (he thanked Lord Jashin for that) by a grey blanket, riding Marluxia, who was propped up against the arm of the couch. From where Vexen was standing, the back of the couch shielded (again, thank you) most of the action, but that didn't hide the fact that the blonde's bra was pushed up underneath her shirt, the underwire poking out in random places.

It was a while before Vexen found his voice, but when he did, it came out as: "It is 10:30 on a Sunday morning. Really, guys?" He wasn't half surprised that they didn't stop, knowing that he was in the room. They didn't even slow down.

"What do you want, ice-boy?" Larxene's sharp voice never lost its malice. Not even while fucking. Not even while fucking, did she refrain from bringing up the class trip, where Vexen made a high record of the number of face-plants in an ice rink. Yeah, she can suck a cock. Oh wait

Marluxia decided to translate. "She means either state your purpose, or join in."

"Thanks, I just ate." And with the decline of their offer, life went on, Vexen left without a single glance, and the pair on the couch finished before the microwave-d bacon was sizzling and done.

Vexen was no stranger to sexual intercourse. He'd even slept with Xion and Zexion once or twice. So it didn't bother him as much as he thought it'd would to see … what he'd just saw.

The walk home was uneventful. If Vexen believed in fate, being denied the chance to talk to Marluxia today, if for any weird reason, might have meant something. But he didn't believe. He'd see the boy tomorrow at school, see if anything was different in the way they'd interact, observe any repercussions it had on his sleep, and that was that. No biggie.


Hey guys, I'm actually going to college :D

I'm behind in more than half of my classes

My ex-girlfriend hates my guts

My mom finally came home

I performed a Gaara Monologue for my admission

My blood pressure finally took a dive yesterday

I have EKG residue on my abdomen

I totally put my sock on upside down this morning, and now there's a bump of a stretch on the top of my foot. Lawl.

So how've you been? :]

YHS
xDelfin