A/N: Wooohooo~! First—or technically second chapter in this…drama…thing…yea. I wanna give a shoutout to Star-Shaped-X for the amazing review, thank you so much for the motivation! *gives hot chocolate* Seriously though, guys, check out their profile, there are some really great fics (as in all of them, yes)! Also, OverByMidnight, thanks for the follow (even though you may have deleted your profile?) So…yeah, enough awkward introduction, I should stop stalling and actually write this thing… .
Chapter 1
"So you're telling me that panties are basically briefs for girls?" This was the first sentence to greet Demyx when he entered the music room. The student tried to place the voice that had asked the question, but there were too many people to pinpoint the sound. Knowing the people he went to school with, it had probably been Pence, one of Hayner's friends. He was a drum major for the marching band, or…something like that…was that even the correct terminology? Demyx had little time to ponder the subject, seeing as two identical blondes had just popped up in front of him.
"Hello, DemDem, you look quiet, what's wrong?" The one on the left asked him curiously. That one was…Ventus, right? Or…no, was that one Roxas? All he knew was one of them was right handed, and the other left, but neither was holding anything at the moment. Demyx smiled uncomfortably,
"Er…yeah, I'm fine, thanks." The blonde on the right frowned in disapproval,
"It isn't good to bottle up emotions, Demyx." That one seemed more like Ventus, now that Demyx thought about it. The other twin took advantage of this silence,
"Yeah, c'mon, DemDem, you can tell us what's bugging you!"
"It really does help to let things out."
"You can vent to us—"
"Or at least talk—"
"To us about—"
"What's—"
"Going on!" Demyx laughed awkwardly, inching away from the two,
"You two are really creepy when you do that…heh…" The one who he thought was Roxas just grinned and shrugged off the statement,
"Yeah, we get that a lot. Well, if you don't wanna tell us, I guess that's fine. We know you've never liked us that much." The blonde sniffed pathetically…earning him a hard whack on the back of the head by none other than Larxene.
"Gross. Go creep around the halls of a hotel or something." The two gave her a look of mock hurt, sighing and crossing their arms in unison,
"You're so mean, Larxy~!" That was definitely creepy. Their voices blended together eerily, like a demon in a bad horror movie or something. The name earned both of them another hit,
"It's Queen of the Damned to you, mortals." Demyx snickered softly, and the blondes simply stuck out their tongues, finally giving up and leaving to pester somebody else, probably that one football player Tayra or something like that. Larxene walked up to the spot the twins had been standing in,
"Thought I might find you here, Demy. Kairi didn't show up today…preppy bitch…" The girl huffed and folded her arms, visibly annoyed at the girl's behavior.
"Oh my, Larx, is that a pout I see? I thought you were Queen of the Damned, you can't pout! Who will take you seriously?" Larxene narrowed her eyes at Demyx, flipping him off,
"Screw you, sitar playing twat." Demyx simply laughed and flicked her forehead, receiving an annoyed swat from the girl's hand. In the background, a loud crash was heard, eliciting a jump from Demyx as he searched for the source of the noise. A scared looking freshman stood at the top of a large pile of spilled instruments, horrified eyes staring at the contents of the fallen shelf. There was a moment of sickly silence, with tension so tangible it could be cut with a knife.
Time seemed to stop…and then…horrified shrieks emanated from the collected band students running in a mob towards the fallen instruments to retrieve their own hopefully undamaged one as they shouted profanities and threats at the guilty student. Demyx coughed awkwardly as Larxene regarded the dramatic scene with interest,
"We should go. There are around fifty angry band kids, a lot of whom are upperclassmen. We don't want to be here when it gets bloody." Part of Demyx was joking, but this was serious, raw fury if there had ever been any. Larxene shrugged nonchalantly,
"I don't mind a little blood." She let Demyx steer her out of the band room, however, not protesting further. When the door was closed firmly behind the two of them, and they were returned to the swamp of noise which was the school halls, he released Larxene's shoulders.
"Awesome, now where am I supposed to eat lu—"
"Um…Demyx…?" A quiet voice was heard off to his side, and he looked over, seeing a small, raven haired girl standing nervously beside him,
"Oh, hey, Xion." Demyx greeted. The pair weren't really friends with this girl, as she rarely spent time with Axel when they were around. Larxene said it was because she was a prudish bitch who was too full of herself. Leave it to the blonde to hold such contempt for, essentially, a stranger.
"Hello, puppet." Larxene greeted coldly. Xion laughed tensely, trying to maintain a smile,
"My last name is Poppet, and I told you that you could just call me Xion or Shi!" Larxene just glared steadily at her,
"I know, I'm not dumb." An awkward silence ensued, and Demyx ended up being the one to break it,
"So, Xion, why did you need us?" The girl smiled once more,
"I was looking for Axel! He's usually with you two, and I have something to give him!" Demyx felt a slight twinge as he remembered she was Axel's girlfriend. What made it worse was that he really didn't mind her. She was really sweet, and although she could get a bit whiny and dramatic it was no reason to dislike her. Nevertheless, she was a constant reminder of his place within Axel's heart. A friend. A friend. Demyx forced a smile,
"Oh…yeah. He's at the mascot contest. He's determined to be the new Twilight Cat. Weirdo…" The student couldn't help but smile genuinely at the thought of his friend's impulsive behavior. Xion gave him a grateful look, glancing nervously at the still glaring Larxene,
"Really? Okay, thank you Demyx! I'll see you around!" The small girl took her leave, and Larxene made a face, doing an unflattering impression of the girl's voice,
"See you around~! God…I hate that obnoxious prep." Demyx chuckled softly,
"You hate everyone, Larxene, I've never figured out why."
"Don't question me, the real question is why don't you hate anyone? Almost everyone at this school is—Hey! Demy! Are you even listening?" Demyx snapped out of his trance-like state, him having been lost in his thoughts about his dilemma once again,
"Er…yeah, sorry, got distracted is all." Larxene rolled her eyes,
"You okay? You look like a lovesick puppy or something." That tripped Demyx up a bit, and he flushed slightly,
"Heh, heh, what? Nah, just thinking about stuff. You're funny, heh." Larxene was less than unconvinced, and she gave Demyx a look, deciding not to press the issue. The sitar player felt his phone vibrate twice in his pocket, and he quickly fished it out, displacing a few old candy wrappers which had made their homes there. He opened the message…it was from Zexion,
Hey, Demyx…can you meet me out by your car? We need to talk…
A/N: Ooo, message, what could it mean~? Heh…was that suspenseful? I don't even know because I know what's going to happen… . Yeah, uh, thanks for sticking around to the update, or if you're a new reader, welcome! Lots of love to all of you!
-Feli