S!CK
By Candied
Author's notes: Emerald Twin Blade- Ok, ok, I'll let Roxas go. And here's the continuation of the fic, though there is much more to come. XD NOT ANOTHER RANDOM PERSON69- Don't worry, you find out all about the escapades of Demyx and Naminé in this chapter. echi- I think you're just reading all the ones with Roxas singing, and missing out on the rest. I rarely read any with Roxas singing. O.o Perhaps I am missing out on those... LadyTori- ::is tackled:: Glad you like it! I'll be sad when it's over too, I so enjoy writing it... animebuddy- Of course there are more problems! I can't just let it end after only sixteen chapters, what kind of writer would I be? Besides, the main issue still has not been resolved. kogalover38- Well, not every day, but I try! I like to update as often as I can, because I know what it's like to wait forever for a story to continue. I'm extremely impatient, so I try to practice what I preach. Aaia- Don't worry, I've released Roxas. Thanks for your review! Alystria- The story shall continue, and I'm glad to hear that you think Moonlight Shadow is an interesting idea. You make meh happy! chibi neko doll- Hooray for energy! And yay for make up smex! Mina The Forgotten Memory- ::Tries too look at the wet 'Good job!' sticker on her forehead:: Water? Suuuuuuuure... . ... XD LKD FEWLZ- I win at life? Hell yeah! I rule::Dances:: ASKInfinity- Vous êtes trop gentil! Ne pas mourir bien que. Akane-Luff- Don't worry, I've thrown away the straight shot and released Roxas. I won't stick you with it, either. XD x fuji x- I've restocked my tissues, and yeah, you totally do get to see Demyx and Naminé interaction in this chapter. Enjoy! Trowa- Indeed it is, I knew my reviewers would agree. HPDMlvr- One of the best AkuRoku fics::cries tears of joy and gives herself a tissue:: I feel so loved... Hitam- Thank you, thank you! I actually haven't written/read many smex scenes, so I kinda wasn't sure if it was well written and whatnot, but you guys seem happy with it, so I am too. evil-music-in-the-background- So it was a good smex scene? I'm happy your faith in love and ff is restored! Even happeir to be a factor in it. :D Ladyameena22- I agree a little, I find it hard for Zexion to show much emotion at all. As noted in this chapter. XD Child of Halloween- ::Backs away:: I let him go, I let him go! And thanks for the loyalty, I'll be waiting for more ChoH fanfiction too. Just read the third chapter by the way, LOVED IT. ::huggles:: PapouGirl- Yes, the happy is back! I can't write too much emo at one time anyway, I'm just not emo enough. o.o HopelesslyxXxLost- Sickly sweet! Here's more! XD kairiyumi- I made your day::more happy tears:: ;-; ... They love me, they really love me... ;-; frogfly- I let him go, seriously. But yeah, here's the requested update!
Ok, I would have posted this sooner, as I really had it written yesterday. However, you can only have insomnia for so long (in my case, three and a half days) until you pass out for a long time (in my case, 17 hours) so I'm sure you understand and will forgive me. Right? ; - ;
Chapter 17: Destiny's Path
When Roxas jumped off the stage I was appalled. Dumbstruck, even. But then, what could I expect? Of course he would go running after the red head of his every wet dream! Surely it was understandable.
However, when the crowd looked from him to me, all I could muster was a simple shrug and a nervous laugh.
I don't work well under pressure, so sue me!
Even with as many times that I found myself onstage, some would say that I have an uncurable case of stage fright. "Wet-your-pants-sissy-pansy-bullshit," as Axel so often put it.
But I'm getting off topic.
I bent down, and picked up the microphone that Roxas had so carelessly dropped to the floor in his hot pursuit of the previously mentioned pyro, and forced a smile.
"Look out, ladies and gentlemen! That guy is a hit-and-runner like a bat out of hell!"
Ok, so comedy was never an option for me as a line of work. However, I succeeded in stealing the spotlight from Roxas' fleeing frame.
The band and I managed to get through the rest of the gig without many more outbursts, and Naminé met me backstage when it was all over.
"Demyx!" she practically squeeled as she smothered me with her joy.
I managed to put my arms loosely around my little sister, despite the fact she had shaken me up a little.
"You were amazing," she praised, "It was like you took me to another world!"
She released me again, and I could breathe. Zexion strolled up behind her, holding out a single rose to me, as he always did when he came to a show.
It was the sweetest thing ever, really, because Zexion was far too unwilling to admit that he did, in fact, have emotions for the whole bouquet. It didn't bother me though, I was always more than happy with the single blossom.
"You were great," he insisted, rather than praised. I was used to this, of course.
"You really think so?"
I hadn't even known that Zexion would show up, really.
My two biggest fans nodded their heads, and I couldn't help but clasp my hands together like the flamer I was and grin like a goof.
Then I regained composure, and looked from my sister to my boyfriend.
"Nami, you remember Zexy, right?"
"How could I forget?"
Zexion allowed the slightest of smirks in responce.
Really, he has emotions, I swear.
"Demyx," my sister began, taking my hand in hers, "I want you and Zex to come home with me. Dad has changed a lot, and I think he's be happy to see you!"
I stumbled backwards, releasing my hand from her grip, and made akward, nervous moves with my arms.
"W-what?! Are you crazy?!"
I couldn't go there, to that house. My fag head would be impaled on a stick, decorating the front lawn, and my body would be put on display in the living room for the whole family to watch rot.
In other words, Hell no!
"Really, Demyx! Mom even put a picture of you on the fireplace mantle again."
Yeah, probably in hopes it would catch fire!
I shook my head around wildly, eyes pleading, nay, begging the girl before me to regain sanity.
"In case you forgot, Naminé, our parents disowned me. Do you remember why? Because mom's X chromosone and dad's Y chromosone equals a great big flaming fruit!"
Naminé's big blue eyes peered up at me, and I remember thinking that they looked like giant blueberries. So big, round, and terrifyingly blue.
Needless to say, it wasn't long before I found myself standing outside the door of the house I had grown up in, preparing for my impending doom.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I heard Zexion ask through my violent shaking and the chattering of my teeth.
No, by the way, it wasn't cold outside.
"Y'know, Nami, that show really tired me out," I backed up, waving my hands defensively, "I think I'm going to go home and-"
But the girl grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, causing a slight yelp on my part. She knocked on the door, and grinned widely.
Was that my life flashing before my eyes?
No answer. She knocked again impatiently.
Sad, that was a short flashback. I'm too young to die!
The door seemed to crack open in slow motion.
Oh my God, I think I see the light to the other side. I repent, I repent!
"Demyx?" I heard my mother say.
Damn. False alarm. It was just a firefly that landed on my nose.
"I-I-I..."
The woman's lips were tight, and there was a look in her eyes than made me want to cower at her feet and beg for my life.
"We just wanted to see Naminé home safely," Zexion said, interrupting my stutters.
Oh God, Zexy. I truely, honestly love you.
My mother's eyes snapped to meet Zexion's, before she looked to Naminé.
"What happened to Roxas?"
"Something came up, and he had to leave but it's okay. Demyx and Zex took care of me."
My mother said nothing, simply stepping to the side to let us in.
Zexion had to pull my unwilling person through the doorway, as I was convinced my body would burst into flames as that first foot his that perfectly clean hardwood floor.
To my suprise, I was in the house, and had not exploded, lost my limbs, or been scorched upon contact.
That didn't mean I had stopped shaking, however.
The woman lead us to the sitting room, only stopping to call up the stairs for my father.
"Honey, I think you should come down here!"
I winced at her voice, immediately reminded of her violent sob when I had come out of the closet, screaming out things like, 'I've failed as a mother!' and 'How could you do this to me!?'
Not a happy memory.
So the four of us, quickly joined by my father, sat in the sitting room. The eeries, most akward of silences ensuing.
Ok, immagine this: Say you walked up to your parents, and told them you wet the bed while having homosexual sex in their bedroom with a dead prostitute while a monkey smoking crack watched.
Yeah, it was that akward.
Then finally, my father was the first to speak.
"So, Demyx, what have you been up to lately?"
Screwing my boyfriend, dad.
"Well, uh, I've been... pursuing my musical career."
"Really? What an unstable lifestyle. How do you manage to get by between performances?"
You could just tell he was forcing out every word like they scratched his throat all the way up.
"I'm a phsychiatrist," Zexion stated, "I keep the ship afloat."
"I see."
Monkey-raping-in-your-kitchen-sink akwardsilence.
"I saw Demyx perform today," Naminé said with glee, "He was amazing!"
"Are you still playing that Indian sitar your father and I gave you?" the Mrs. asked.
I nodded. "Yeah."
Daddy-I-ate-your-power-tools-and-rammed-your-paper-weight-up-kittie's-ass akward silence.
I stood up abruptly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come..."
"Demyx!" Naminé pleaded.
"No, Nami, I know when I'm not welcome."
It was my mother's turn to stand.
"Wait, honey."
I stopped, turning to the woman. Those were the first kind words I had heard from her in a long time.
She moved slightly closer to me. "Look, I know this is awkward, but your father and I... well, we're just not used to it." She sighed, "What I'm trying to say is; you're our son, and you will never be unwelcome here."
I smiled ever-so-softly. "Thanks, mom, but I think I should go anyway."
My father got to his feet, and extended his hand towards me. "Some other time then, okay?"
For once, my parents weren't making me feel like a dirty, poor excuse for a son.
"Okay."
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Beep! Beep! Beep!
A slightly unconcious Axel reached over me, grabbing his gun off the nightstand.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A couple more weeks of this, and surely I would go deaf from Axel's morning explosion of rage towards his alarm clock.
He grumbled and sat up, forcing a hand through his frighteningly tangled locks.
I rolled over and looked at him.
"Good morning."
"Mrngphf."
I planted a kiss on his forehead, put on some jeans, and left for Demyx's apartment. When I walked in, he was practically having convulsions on his chair.
"What's wrong?"
He looked up at me and smiled as best he could. "Oh! You're here! So you and Axel made up?"
"Yeah, now what's wrong?"
He picked up his coffee off the table in an attempt to drink it, but all he succeeded in was spilling the hot liquid all over himself.
"Fuck!" He grabbed a napkin and started to clean himself off. "I, uh, saw my parents last night."
Oh. No wonder he was so shaken up.
"Aaaaand?"
"They uh, kind of made amens."
I grinned widely. "Good for you!"
"Yeah."
"He's still kind of in shock," Zexion commented as he strode into the room.
"I can see that. Mind if I use your shower?"
Demyx grinned. "Please, do. You know where it is."
I laughed and made my way there, grabbing a towel and some of Demyx's clothes along the way.
I took off the pants I had worn the previous day, and turned on the shower, stepping into the warm water.
As the liquid rolled through my hair and down my back, I heard Sora's voice from the other side of the curtain.
"Can you feel him?"
I stopped in my grab for the shampoo, and looked at the curtain where Sora's shadow was.
"What?"
"Hayner. Can you feel him?"
I again reached for the shampoo, and poured some into my hand.
"What are you talking about?"
I lathered the stuff into my hair.
"Those who pass live in our hearts and our memories. Can you feel him there?"
I shrugged, begginning to rinse. "No, I guess not."
He sighed. "Do you forgive him?"
"Roxas," Hayner began, his voice soft now, soothing, "I wanted to share this moment with you. The happiest moment of my life, with the best friend I could ever ask for."
"I..."
Did I forgive Hayner for taking his life? I really don't know. The sadness that ached in my chest told me that I didn't forgive myself, though, for sure.
"I'm not sure who should really be doing the forgiving," I concluded.
"You can't possibly blame yourself."
"I didn't even try to stop him, Sora."
"He would have found another way."
"You don't know that!"
"He was intent on doing it, one way or another."
"I could have at least tried."
I turned of the water and stepped out, towel-drying msyelf.
"Roxas?"
"Mmm?"
"The road to acceptence is forgiveness."
I nodded as the brunette was probably right. I would accept it eventually. Somehow.
I dressed, and was soon met by a blissfully tast breakfast of Demyx's creation, and a much more awake boyfriend.
"Hey, Axel."
"Hey, shrimp."
Yeah, things were finally back to normal. Well, if you could call a gay relationship between a pyrokinetic asshole and a narotic, confused teen normal. Doesn't matter, this was my normal, and I was happy to have it.
I broght my lips to Axel's and actually enjoyed the taste of cigarettes on his breath.
It was a taste purely Axel, and every time I smelled smoke I thought of him. That or cinnamon. For some strange reason, he always smelled like cinnamon.
I snuggled my face into his neck and laughed at the thought.
"Look, Roxie, there's only so much mush I can take before I explode, and I used it all yesterday." He petted my head, and I understood entirely.
After yesterday, even I needed to remember what dangled between my legs. So, I pulled myself away and grabbed my helmet.
"You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
When we got to the school, I gave him a quick kiss before Pence and Olette ran up.
"You're back together!" Olette said happily as Axel drove off.
I couldn't help but show a beaming smile.
Then, the worst of all things that could have happened walked up behind me with a grand smirk.
"Hey there, fag."
I turned about, and who should I be facing other than a scar-face blonde and his two lackeys.
"Fuck you, Seifer!"
"You'd like that wouldn't you, ya sick freak?"
Olette shook a fist. "He's twice the man you'll ever be!"
The bully laughed, turning to look at each of his friends. "That sounds like a challenge, doesn't it guys?"
Fuu nodded.
"We oughta take 'em down, y'know?" Rai added.
I growled, and then decided to let it go. "I'm not fighting you, Seifer. You're not worth it."
"Chicken wuss!"
I turned, starting to walk away.
"Scar-faced retard!"
"At least I don't take a tube-steak up my ass!"
"Whatever, asshole."
"You probably took it from Hayner, too, fucking flamer."
I think I blacked out then, because the next thing I remember was that I was sitting on Seifer's chest, beating away at his face, his blood covering my knuckles.
It wasn't long before a teacher pulled me off of him, despite the effort I made to kick at his unconcious body, and practically threw me into the principle's office.
It wasn't until I read the words 'Principal Xemnas' on the little nameplate on his desk that I came to realize what I had done.
"Roxas, what were you thinking?"
I don't really know why, but I wasn't paying attention.
Hmmm... Principal Xemnas.
X-e-m-n-a-s.
Alternately, that spells m-a-n-s-e-x.
I laughed. Ridiculously.
"Just what is so funny about seriously injuring a fellow classmate?" he asked, snapping me out of it.
It may have been my disbelief that I had really done such a thing on school property, or my need to think of something other than Seifer that made me say what I did, but I'm not sure.
"Oh, no, it's not that. It's your name."
"What about it?"
I really, really, REALLY don't know why I said this.
"If you jumble the letters, it spells mansex."
The man stood up, towering over me from the other side of the desk, and hollered.
"Roxas Hikari, you are suspended for two weeks!"
Well, that brought me back to reality.
"What!?"
"You may be one of our best students, and you may have been through a lot of stress, but your behavior is unacceptable!"
I made to protest, by he silenced me with a flick of his hand.
"Give me a number to call to get you a ride home."
Admitting defeat, I dictated Axel's number as he dialed it on his phone.
Author's note: I have released Roxas at your request, but I now have a new hostage!
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