Academyx
Chapter Seven
The Truth about Zexion
Week Seven
Zexion stepped into Dr. Ansem's office on Tuesday afternoon, and sat on the couch. He twitched uncomfortably. Dr. Ansem would probably question him about his seizure, then his dreams. He didn't really feel like telling his therapist that he'd been having dreams about making out with his best friend who happened to also be male. He squirmed, his gut clenched. Dr. Ansem took a seat behind a large desk, and pulled out Zexion's file. "How are you doing today Zexion?" he asked, scanning over his file.
"I'm fine…"
"You don't look so ok Zexion. Would you like a glass of water or something before we begin?"
"No. I can handle myself."
"Good, good," Dr. Ansem said, closing the file. "I have been informed that you had a seizure two weeks ago. Have I been correctly informed?"
Zexion gulped. "Yes. You have been informed correctly.
Dr. Ansem stood, walked around the desk, and kneeled beside Zexion. "Zexion, your medicine needs to be taken. I know you don't want to take a pill every morning, but…"
"It's not the medication itself that bothers me!" Zexion yelled. "I just don't want to fucking take my medicine!" His face was burning, his cheeks flushed.
Dr. Ansem ran his fingers through his hair. "I think you're beyond help Zexion… I cannot force you into taking your medication. That's why I'm calling in some reinforcements…"
The door opened slowly, and in stepped a man. He wore his pink hair to his shoulders, in an almost Farrah Fawcet style. He wore a dress shirt, a tie, and nice pants with nice shoes. But he didn't look very nerdy to be honest. "Zexion, this is Marluxia, my junior assistant. Are you two by any chance acquainted?"
Zexion shook his head. "I've never met him."
"Hm… Well, since I can't really keep an eye on you, then I have asked Marluxia to."
"So now you're treating me like a prisoner?"
"I'm a therapist, Zexion. Not a prison guard."
"Ok, ok. So you're saying I take Farrah over here to my school so he can stalk me all day?"
"I do NOT look like Farrah!" Marluxia grumbled.
Dr. Ansem coughed. "I've also already briefed it with your mother, Marluxia is to stay with you at your home also."
"WHAT!" Zexion shouted, slamming his hands on the desk and sending coffee flying everywhere. "Dr. Ansem! I don't need a babysitter! Especially…" He pointed to Marluxia who was currently cleaning his nails. "That!"
"I trust you and Marluxia will get along just fine," Dr. Ansem said, giving Zexion a stern look. "He is your age and easy to get along with. Besides, with Marluxia with you, you won't have to come weekly anymore. You would only have to come once a month for a check."
Zexion brightened. In exchange for Farrah-boy coming to stay with him, he didn't have to look at Dr. Ansem's solemn face every week. "Alright then, let's get this show on the road."
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Marluxia came the next day. He looked very different than he did at Dr. Ansem's office. He wore a gray shirt, baggy jeans, and sandals… yes, sandals. He didn't carry much: a duffle bag over his shoulder, and a backpack in his hand. Zexion let him into his house, and immediately, his mother flung herself at Marluxia and said, "I'm so excited to have you here Marluxia! I'm thrilled to have you in the family! Come, come! You must be hungry! I made brownies!"
Marluxia smiled and said, "Thank you very much Mrs. Ishida."
"Please, call me Lena. You're part of the family, remember?"
"Very well. I'd be honored to call you so familiarly."
"Ass…" Zexion thought, grabbing a brownie from the plate.
"Zexion, dear, show Marluxia to his new room. I prepared the guest room for him, so he should be quite comfortable," Zexion's mother said, taking a brownie for herself.
"Sure mom…" Zexion said, grabbing the duffle bag from the steps where Marluxia had left it. "Come on Marluxia, I can't hold this all day."
Marluxia grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Once Marluxia was settled into his new room, he flopped onto the bed and said, "Man Zex, you're mom is nice. And compared to this bed, mine feels like shit!"
Zexion almost fell back. "Such profane language for such a nice guy," he mocked.
"Does it bother you?" Marluxia said. He got up off the bed and leaned so his lips were nearly touching Zexion's ear. "Do you not want me to say words like 'fuck' and 'shit'? Does it make you itch when I say 'damn'?"
Zexion cringed slightly. "N-no…"
"I think it does. Just as much as it bothers you for me to be this close. It irks you, makes you want to scream. Yet, you don't push away." He ran his fingers along the cloth of Zexion's shirt. The little hairs on his neck and back pricked up at the tender touch. "Anyway, I'm no goody two shoes when I'm all alone or with someone my age. I'm sorta the everyman." He moved his fingers up Zexion's back and down Zexion's shoulder. Zexion tensed as the fingers moved down his chest, to his abdomen, then back up to his chest. "You seem tense when I touch you, as though you fear it, but not enough to pull away." He scoffed. "You must be a uke then."
"Uke?" Zexion asked, afraid of the answer.
"The bottom man. The guy who takes it."
Zexion shivered. He didn't want to think. No, he wouldn't. Marluxia no longer touched him. Now, Demyx ran his fingers up and down his chest, his breath upon his ear. Zexion began to enjoy the touches. Demyx whispered into his ear, "Are you a virgin Zex?" Zexion leaned back, eyes closed for a moment. Shyly, he said, "Yes…"
"Is there someone you want to break that with?" Demyx asked, still touching him, but never kissing him. It was almost too good to be true.
"Yes…"
Marluxia backed away. Zexion looked like he was in a trance. "Zexion! Snap out of it!" he said, giving him a soft shake.
"Demyx…"
Marluxia watched Zexion collapse to the ground. Had he gone into some sort of shock? Marluxia checked for breath, and found it, easy and not forced. It was as though he was merely asleep. He scooped the smaller man into his arms and carried him to his room. It was smaller than Marluxia's new room, maybe because there was more furniture in this room than his. He lay him on the dark sheeted bed. "Good luck with that catch."
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Zexion sat on his bed, his feet hovering a foot above the floor. In his hands he held a hand-made dream catcher. Before his grandfather died, he had given it to Zexion. "With this little tool, you will never have another bad dream." he had said. Zexion's grandfather took a hammer and nail to put the dream catcher over the wall. "The holes in the center symbolize the place where the good dreams enter, and the web symbolizes the bad dreams getting caught. It may sound a little silly, but my grandfather, the man you're named after, told me when I was little. I loved him as much as I love you." He put an arm around the young child, and kissed him on the forehead. The next day, he died peacefully in his sleep at 85 years.
The door to Zexion's room creaked open, and his father, the smell of alcohol on his breath, entered the room. He glared at the young child who held the dream catcher to his chest as though it was a safety blanket. "Mom's going away for the week again on business. I expect you to stay out of my way."
Zexion nodded, hugging the dream catcher a little tighter. His father noticed the object, and snatched it from his hands. "What's this thing?" He asked stupidly, looking at it as though it were a bad-smelling, dirty dog. "It's mine! Give it back!" Zexion yelled, trying to grab it.
Zexion's father took it his hands and snapped it in two. "Whatever it was, it's worthless now." He threw the pieces to the floor, and watching Zexion cry over the broken object, he began to unbuckle his belt. "I didn't raise you to be a cry-baby," he said, lashing the belt at Zexion, causing the child to scream in pain. "You need to learn! You terrible child! How dare I call you a son?"
Zexion screamed, louder, longer, higher. But he was alone. No mom to help him now. No one. His father lashed once again, before he stopped and sneered, "Worthless child. You have no reason to live. If I wanted a daughter, I would have had a daughter! You disgust me!" He delivered a kick to Zexion's side, and spit at his face, small hand curling in front of the now bloody face.
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Here ya goes!!! MUCH LONGER CHAPPY! And trying to figure out who was going to be Zexion's roommate took FOREVER! Ah well…
NO! This is not going to be a Marluxion. You'll find out soon enough.
Man! Zexion's dad is a bastard! I couldn't believe I wrote him so heartless! But for the purpose of the story, it had to be done. Have I cleared some things up for you? If not, the dream catcher is the reason Zexion has nightmares. Ok, it's a bit corny… And you also know why Zexion had a seizure! Whee! Know we're getting somewhere! Only a few more things to explain, neh?
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