Don't own anything. Hope you enjoy.
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It was late in the afternoon and Zexion was setting up his house for the birthday party he was having tomorrow, mostly forced upon him by his friends. He was in the middle of gathering the ingredients that he would need for the cake when a loud knocking came from the door and a bouncy Axel and a flustered looking Roxas came in.
"Hey, Zex-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Axel gapes accusingly at Zexion, who is looking all calm and collected, but is actually pretty creeped out by the redheads sudden outburst.
"I was…getting ready for my birthday," he motions lazily toward the ingredients he had gathered, "What else?
Axel walks over to him, making a tut-tut noise as he does so, taking the flour from his hands and setting them back on the counter.
"We're gonna to stay over tonight you mind? 'Course you don't. The seven of us. The rest should be here within the hour You stay upstairs with Demyx and my darling Roxas, they will be your entertainment. You are not to come downstairs un-"
"Do-"
"Don't interrupt me. Got it memorized, Zex? As I was saying. Don't come downstairs until we tell you to. Don't touch Roxas. He's there until you and Demyx start screwing each other, kay? No touching my Roxas. We all have sleeping bags, 'cept I forgot to mention to Dem to bring one. Ah, well, that's the past. On to the present! Roxy, take him upstairs!"
Zexion simply stares, at a loss of what to say in this type of situation, that is being held hostage in his own room while his 'friends' did god knows what to his house. He had to admit though, it was pretty thoughtful.
"C'mon, Zexion. Let's go. I brought over a couple of snacks, movies and games for us to play. If you need anything from down here, tell me and I'll get it.
Roxas took Zexion's hand and lead him up the stairs and down the hallway, as if he didn't know the way, to his room.
"Heh. Your room is exactly the same." Roxas smiles at him warmly, perhaps remembering their early childhood that was spent mostly together. "Dem can't go downstairs because he sucks at keeping secrets, but I suppose you know that better than anyone, right? He would tell you all about it, then feel guilty for ruining it for you."
"That seems like something he would do. What did you bring over to, as Axel so discreetly put, entertain me?" Zexion scoffs, feeling as though it were an extremely insulting thing for Axel to have said, who was he that he needed be entertained like a small child?
"Wee-eell, I've got some horror movies and some games that I don't think you've played before, and enough junk food to make us all fat and pimply." Roxas rummages through the backpack he had brought with him, pulling out the goodies for the night.
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"Whaat? That's super mean of them!" Demyx has a forlorn expression of distress on his face as Axel explains that the two boys had already started their evening.
"Well, 'tis not our fault. We told you to be here promptly at eight o'clock, and guess what time it is? Almost nine. If you hurry you might, that is might, get a Skittle or two."
Demyx gapes at Axel, "They have Skittles?!"
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As Demyx bounds through Zexion's door, still hoping to get his hands on those fabled Skittles, he finds the treats untouched and the two teens playing a video game on the PS3 that, from the looks of it, Zexion is losing at.
"There isn't any logic in this game. The sequences of events are sporadic and don't make any sense. What, exactly, am I supposed to be doing here? This game is poorly made." Zexion throws the controller over to Roxas, who then does what Zexion was having so much difficulty with.
"See? You don't actually have to draw the whole bridge. You just kind've scribble over the darker part. We'll do something else. Dem, What do ya wanna do?" Roxas takes the game out of the PS3 and looks expectantly at Demyx, as does Zexion.
"Do you still have Skittles? Can we eat them? Please?" Roxas sighs and throws the bag over to the blonde, who sits on Zexions computer chair contentedly, spinning himself in lazy circles while eating the Skittles.
"Why are you eating the yellow and green ones first?" Roxas looks at Demyx with a bemused expression, Zexion looks through the movies Roxas brought, already knowing the answer.
"'Cause the taste gross, this way, I get all the yummy ones last!" The blonde sticks his tongue out in repulsion after popping a handful of said Skittles into his mouth, "Ewww…Ese ah gose."
"Let's watch this movie." Zexion holds up a case, "I fail to see why they are all of the horror genre; you know how much Demyx dislikes those. Though it seems to be the only one neither Demy nor I have seen." He places the move, 'Stay Alive', into his PS3 then flicks off the lights before returning to his seat, explaining that you can't watch a horror movie with the lights on, which was, in Roxas' opinion, 'just lame'.
As the previews started playing, Demyx was already becoming scared, which Roxas (who had noticed the expression on his face) considered to be quite sad, considering all the previews were rated PG13.
Zexion motions Demyx to come sit with them, "Hurry, before the movie starts." The blonde swiftly follows his friends advise, and rushes to join the two on the carpet at the foot of Zexion's bed in between Roxas and Zexion.
The half emptied bag of Skittles lay on the computer desk, forgotten, as the first five minutes passed, which already had Demyx shivering in fear while Roxas was only mildly unnerved, having not watched the movie himself, and Zexion finding the plot marginal and the suspense/eeriness of the whole thing somewhat well done.
A loud knocking is heard at the door, causing Demyx to jump and shriek, and Roxas to whirl his head around in surprise while Zexion a mere flick of the eyes to check who it was.
"Y'all decent? Better be. Don't want my beloved Roxas to get traumatized." None other than Axel comes through the door, bearing a large grin as well as refreshments such as pop, and a large supply of Tropical Skittles and chocolate.
"Ax-el! With all this candy we'll break out! And that's, like, really gross! But I don't think I've seen you or Zexion with them EVER! You lucky ducks."
"Thanks, Dem. Thanks a lot." Roxas glowers and joins Zexion in the continuation of watching the movie.
"That, my dear friend, is because WE don't gorge out on candy and chocolate! I'd bet my pay check you two will eat it all." Axel smirks and tosses four bags of the Skittles to Demyx and throws the chocolate bars at Roxas' back. "If you want anything, Zex, the rest is on your bed."
And with that the redhead was gone, most likely to wreak havoc on the lower portion of the house.
Demyx fiddles with the bag of Skittles for a minute, then sighs heavily and returns to his place between the other two, pushing the bag out of arms reach, pouting as he does so.
"You have a fine complexion. Don't worry about it besides, it perfectly normal at this age to break out once in a while. If you feel the need to, you may borrow some of my facial products." Zexion puts his arm around Demyx as the older boy snuggles closer to him.
The door is flung open, Zexion continues to watch the movie, figuring it must be Axel again or one of his other 'friends'.
"Who the fuck are all those people down there?! Didn't we discuss this JUST the other day?!" Zexion's father bellows into the now silent room. For some reason, the television screen is now black, with the suspenseful/eerie music still intact, seemingly perfect for the occasion. Roxas looks up with surprise at Mr. Fugasaki. The way he remembered him, when Mrs. Fugasaki was still alive, was kind and never rose his voice at his son.
Zexion froze with fear, not sure if he should answer or what he should do. People were around, surely his father wouldn't do anything that might make others even remotely aware of how he behaved with his son.
"And who is this fruit you're all cuddled up with? Answer me!" He advances toward them, a cruel snarl on his face, marring his natural good looks.
"He's my friend, you've m-met him before!"
Mr. Fugasaki (now known as Sephiroth) hits Demyx, causing him to fall and hit his head on the bedpost.
"Demyx!" Zexion cries out as Sephiroth punches his son in the face, blood spurts from his nose, the side of his face is now darkly tinted with pink, his eyes fill with tears. He wouldn't have cared if he knew that none of his friends would get hurt, but already Demyx had felt the wrath of his father. He was already used to his beatings.
"The fuck? You crying? Usually you're about unconscious before you start crying!" Sephiroth hits Zexion had, this time in the side, causing him to fall to his knees in pain. "Are ya going soft or something? Or is it just this Demyx kid you've gone queer for?!"
"I'm not…just…leave them alone…please…" Zexion whimpers as his father kicks him in the face with his boot.
"No. I don't think I will. It's fun to watch you like this. And maybe it'll teach you to listen to what I say. My house, MY RULES!"
Sephiroth rips a lamp from its cord and raises it above Demyx's unconscious form, laughing maniacally.
"Be sure to watch this, son. It's a good lesson."
The lamp crashed down on Demyx's seemingly sleeping form. Glass shatters from the force and various pieces are embedded into Demyx's skull, blood streaming down his once perfect place.
Zexion blacks out.
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Sephiroth was the only person I could think of, lol. I imagine him with shorter hair though, and kind of business-y looking…like a suit.