Swear to
shake it up, you swear to listen,
Swear to shake it up, you swear
to listen,
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen,
Swear to
shake it up, swear to shake it up.
There was something
wrong with Zexion. Really wrong. After walking in last night, Demyx
found Zexion shuddering in his bed, covered in dirt. Zexion avoided
the question when Demyx asked him what was wrong. He still knew it
had something to do with Marluxia and his gang (though Axel had been
when Roxas too much lately to care about them). But the scariest
thing was that he didn't seem hurt. He seemed...confused. Like he was
lost in a wave of people he didn't know. And that was what worried
Demyx the most. So before he headed off to work that morning, he had
sternly turned to Zexion.
"If you ever need anything...Come
to me. I'm not saying you should, or you can. I'm saying you will.
Because if there is anything wrong with you that you don't tell me,
I'll find out. And you'll get my opinion, whether you want one or
not." And with that, he had strode out the door, leaving Zexion
to wonder if he had figured out the whole story with him and
Marluxia.
After Demyx left, Zexion pulled up his sleeve to his
blue hoodie. Puffed and pink scars stood out against his cream skin,
though some scars were so old they were nearly faded to invisibility.
Some scars crisscrossed and others went at random angles. And all of
them...every single one, was caused by a small chopping blade he kept
under his bed, even still as of today. Zexion wasn't all that sad of
a guy. A little bit alone, yes. But not "sad". It was
actually just his way of relieving stress. After a small intervention
with Demyx, he had pushed away the habit. But he was so confused
right now. He didn't know what to do. He was slowly getting used to
the fact that he might actually be in love with Demyx...but then
Marluxia. Marluxia came along and...
That was it. Zexion pulled up
his mattress to grab the knife and run along to his bathroom. His
eyes glistened with unshed tears.
"First, you beat me up
because I get more attention then you, then you kiss me!?" He
screamed at his mirror, swiftly dragging the blade across his small,
bony wrist. "What do you want with me Marluxia?!" He
growled, slicing haphazardly across and down and in patterns and
spontaneous, rhythmic cuts. Then, after he watched the red lines fill
up and pour out, beginning to pulse at the opening of the wounds, he
turned the sink on and got out the gel disinfectant to treat his
wounds. Damn it, Marluxia had turned him to THIS? He was going
insane. He quickly pressured the hoodie's sleeve to stick to his
wrist and stop up the blood. He left back off to his room to lay
down. Maybe a little cat nap would do him good.
---
Marluxia
stared at his ceiling from his leather couch. What had possessed him
to do that today? To take advantage of his position like that. And
with Zexion, nonetheless! Scariest of all, he didn't mind it. He
enjoyed it! And he was almost positive Zexion did too. It bothered
and disturbed him. The biggest question was...what should he do now?
Talk to Zexion? Avoid him? Tell Axel? Tell Xigbar or Xaldin? Marluxia
drug himself off the sofa to pick up his car keys and jumped into his
car. He came to a cold and strict conclusion as of what to do
first.
He had to talk to Larxene.
---
Demyx had gotten off
work that day to come home to Zexion, slumped on the couch, fast
asleep. That was odd. Zexion usually never slept on the couch. He
looked paler then usual. Like he lost lots of blood or something. The
blonde reminded himself to give Zexion plenty of liquids and food
when he woke up to stop from making him sick. When he looked in the
mini-fridge, there was barely any food. Demyx sighed and closed the
fridge's door, decided to do what was best for Zexion, though he
wouldn't mind eating cereal for dinner. So he got ready to go out
shopping to get Zexion something to eat. Do something good for him.
And so, grabbing his keys and petting Zexion gingerly, he strode out
the door to his car.
---
"What?! Marluxia, you ARE NOT
serious." Larxene hissed, dangerously low. "What do you
mean 'See other people'?" She asked, venom dripping from every
tone in her voice possible.
"Exactly what it means, Larxene.
I don't think we should be together anymore." Marluxia said
emotionlessly. He backed up a little and walked out the door.
"Ugh!
MARLUXIA! You'll miss me! I loved you!" She threw one of her
expensive oriental vases at the door. It missed Marluxia and hit the
side.
"Larxene...learn to control your temper." He
called over his shoulder before hopping back into his car and
realizing how hungry he was. He changed his course of direction from
his house, to the store. Time to buy something to eat.
---
Walking around the aisles, Demyx's mind kept wandering to Zexion.
He really cared about him...maybe more then he should. And now, he
was worried. He had even forgot to spike and gel his hair before he
went out, leaving his bangs a little stray in his vision. Maybe he
should talk to Marluxia or one of his closer friends about Zexion and
asked what happened. Looking around for some Mac and Cheese, he
spotted vibrant pink hair. Ahah. Just the person he wanted to talk
to. He stepped into the aisle beside him and noticed that Axel was
talking to him. He decided they might be talking about Zexion. He had
to listen in.
"Axel...I just broke up with Larxene..."
Clearly Marluxia's voice.
"Hah! I bet she didn't take that
too well." Axel laughed.
"Not at all. But hey, she's
Larxene. What does she take good?" They both laughed mutually.
Then Axel popped in again.
"So, dude. Why did you break up
with Larxene? If I wasn't with Roxas, I'd say she's pretty hot."
Axel blurted. Marluxia let out a heavy sigh.
"Nothing big.
Just a little...thing that happened with me and the emo kid."
There it was. Zexion made them break up? How? Demyx sighed and
stepped away to go buy his groceries. He needed to get home and ask
Zexion about this. What was going on with Marluxia and Larxene?
But
much more importantly to Demyx...what was going on with Zexion and
Marluxia?
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen.
Oh,
we're still so young, desperate for attention.
I aim to be your
eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives.
Swear to shake it up, if you
swear to listen.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for
attention.
I aim to be your eyes...
End to Book 1.