A/N: Hey everyone, it's lazy Felix back from hiatus! I honestly have no excuse for why I was gone so long other than being a lazy face. So uh, I've actually been gone for so long that I forgot what I was planning to happen in this chapter, so…yeah, uh-oh, time to wing it! Also I'm running off (literally) less than four hours of sleep, so if it's sub-par there is your list of excuses from me! Another shout out to Star-Shaped-X for being a freaking rad reviewer. Seriously. You're amazing, those give me motivation to do stuff. OverByMidnight, thanks for lurking, glad to know you didn't delete your account. Revel in your realm of solitude and dark magic, my friend. Peer into the void. Maybe eventually create an account and then get stalked. Anyways, have fun, sit back, stay up all night and read this running on pure caffeine so that you get the full experience, whateves.
Chapter 2
Demyx felt a tidal wave of feelings and emotions when he read the message. There was elation at the fact that Zexion would even consider gracing him with his presence. There was self-hatred at even the notion of enjoying that man's company. There was confusion as to the purpose of the meeting. However, superseding all of the previous, there was a strong feeling of dread. The sitar player knew that nothing good could ever come from a meeting with Zexion, yet some primal part of him wanted there to be drama.
It was a common reaction to such stimuli, Demyx knew. Some deep part of most peoples' urges would prompt them to poke at the situation and cause drama, even if logically they knew nothing good could ever come from such actions. It was for this reason that the musician was hesitating, and he mentally slapped himself for doing so. Was he really going to live his life worrying about drama that Zexion may or may not cause? No. No, in fact, he was thinking about marching right out there and giving a piece of his mind to that ungrateful little—
"EARTH TO DEMYX!" A palm hit the student hard on the side of his head, knocking him out of his thoughts in one particularly painful instant. Demyx let out a loud yelp and rubbed his head, giving Larxene a hurt look.
"Larxeeeyyyy! Sooo meeean!" He whined at her with a playful pout. She rolled her eyes at him, unamused,
"Oh knock it off. You were totally zoning out there! You're worse than Roxas…" Demyx simply smiled halfheartedly, still partially lost in his thoughts,
"Oh…hah…sorry Larx…I gotta go, catch you later…" The student wandered off towards an exit, leaving a very confused and, as a result, very pissed off Larxene behind.
There was a problem now, Demyx realized. The baseball field was between the school and the parking lot, a fatal design flaw as far as Demyx was concerned at the moment. No, it would be fine, Demyx told himself. So long as he didn't look, then maybe, shit shit shit he was looking. He was looking. There was Axel, awaiting judgment along with four other tryouts for the mascot. The musician couldn't help but smile as he saw the man standing there. He looked so excited, fiery hair lit up by the sun to match his bright and impulsive personality. Demyx just loved everything about him. He loved the cheesy smile Axel gave when he made a bad joke, he loved his useless facts, he loved skipping class to sit on the clock tower and watch the world go by in a moment where it just seemed like it was the two of them and—
"The winner is…AXEL HONO!" The redhead fist pumped into the air in excitement, letting out a string of excited swears. Xion ran from the bleachers and captured his waist in a congratulatory hug, which the male gladly accepted and returned. Demyx's heart fell as he saw this. That was right, he was Axel's friend, nothing more. It appeared he had dawdled too long, however, as Axel saw him in this downtrodden state and tilted his head, motioning him over.
Demyx shook his head and pointed to the parking lot, faking a smile which honestly he knew would never fool Axel or Larxene but he attempted anyways. With a deep breath, he turned and continued his trek towards the parking lot, catching a glimpse of the twins shamelessly hitting on…Thera? Whatever.
The cars sat silently like mechanical witnesses to some sinister plot, holding their position with baited breath until the moment they were to attack their prey. Demyx had to mentally hit himself again. Those thoughts were dark, like something Larx would come up with, he had no need to be thinking things like that, it was her job, not his.
Trying to find his car was like some sort of aptitude test for a greater society. The parking lot was a vast ocean of colorful metal which was gleaming in the midday sunlight. In fact, Demyx was about to call it quits when he saw a flash of a familiar slate grey hair color. Mentally preparing himself, he approached the man. Zexion looked up from the tome he was reading. He would have said an atlas, but Zexion had already read all of the ones in the library twice over.
"…Demyx…" Came the greeting. Said student let out an awkward laugh and rubbed his neck,
"Eheh…er…hey there, Zex. You wanted to talk…?" Demyx's voice was nervous. Zexion was always planning something, and Demyx knew he was way too susceptible to falling into the clever guy's traps,
"Correct. I came to remedy our relationship." The voice was so calm, so cool, and yet it made Demyx feel as though he had been knocked back by hundreds of pounds of force.
"Y-you did!?" Demyx hated to sound eager, but he did not want to be alone. It was shameful, he knew, but they were his emotions nonetheless.
"Yes, I believe I made an incorrect judgment when terminating my ties to you. Would you accept my proposition to recombine?" The way Zexion spoke made Demyx's head spin, and a fortunate late spring breeze blew, cooling him off.
"Ah…w-well…" Demyx struggled to form words, luckily, because his immediate reaction was to jump into a relationship to numb the pain he was feeling. However, he wasn't that impulsive, not like Axel tended to be, so he shook his head, "I…think we shouldn't, actually. You were right, we're just not…ah…" The student rubbed his neck again. Zexion glowered at him,
"I see. It appears that even now, you continue to make incorrect decisions. How dare you spurn me? You are aware I am the best you will do, aren't you?" Zexion stepped forward threateningly, cool eyes holding a hidden fire, "I will make you regret all of the foolishness you drug me into during our time together."
"Who's going to be doing what, now?" A familiar voice sounded from behind Demyx, and he started, spinning around to see…none other than Axel and Larxene, there to rescue him as always. The voice had belonged to Axel, who nonchalantly walked towards the comparatively tiny Zexion while Larxene delivered him one of her signature steel melting glares,
"You have no right to do any such thing to our Demy, that's our job! In fact, I think I can assure you…" Alex leaned down, voice becoming a low growl, "I can guarantee you will regret it if you do." Zexion stared back defiantly for a few moments before, surprisingly, he simply chose to turn and leave without a word. Larxene scoffed,
"Narcissistic little prick. You okay Demy? Little ass trying to mess with you? God he thinks he's so tough but really he's just a wimpy little—"
"Oh-kaay, Larx! Tell me how you really feel!" Axel's tone was joking and light, and Demyx…just wasn't feeling the same way. The two noticed, and Axel gave him a worried look, "Hey, you sure you're okay? You've been a little off. If you want we can always cut class and go the clock tower…?" Demyx shook his head, smiling faintly at his attempt to cheer him up,
"I'll be fine, guys, thanks. I'm just a bit bummed at the moment. Don't worry, tomorrow we'll be back to pelting people with wads of paper and hanging, I think I just need to sleep. I'll see you guys later, all right?" He turned to leave, about to walk off when he felt a pair of long arms wrap around him and a face nestle into his hair,
"…get better soon, okay Dem?" Axel's voice was raw and genuine, and Demyx's heart raced. His heart raced and it broke at the same time, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. The grip tightened for a few moments before Axel let him go, and Demyx left without looking back. He couldn't look back, no matter what.
He didn't want them to see him crying.
A/N: So that. Ugh. I hate it. Crap. Oh well, KH soundtracks helped. Do I feel bad for making Zexion a dick? Nope. I actually started writing this yesterday but didn't finish because it was my birthday. *blows confetti* Okay, hope you kinda liked a little? The next chapter is gonna be flashbacks, unless I forget again what I'm doing. Review if you wanna. Love you all for being awesome, thank~!
-Feli