Chapter 2
(Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Kingdom Hearts. There will also be a little Zexion x Demyx to warn everybody. Another warning is that I am long winded so there will be loads of description. When Roxas drones on about his house, just skip down a couple of paragraphs to get back to the actual story if you are getting bored. That will probably happen a lot. You Have Been For Warned.)
It's strange, I made a friend by just brooding in a corner in a café. Now I've been going there every Saturday for half an hour for three years just for Tifa's company. I even wake up early, and now I can feel myself smiling a little. I wouldn't hear the end of it if one of the others were here, I'm known for my apathetic features.
Tifa is a strange one. When I first went in there I sat at the back and ordered one cup of tea. The waitress wouldn't stop flirting with me though. Right when I was about to reduce her to tears Tifa came over and finished my order. It's been the same ever since. She hasn't once asked for my name in three years, even though I'm there every week. I will be sad when I can't see her anymore. I just made myself sad, I don't have many friends, loosing her will be hard. I shook my head and concentrated on finding a deserted place.
After awhile of walking, I finally found a suitably deserted alleyway to make a portal. As soon as the familiar dark tendrils rose up, I walked through and was greeted with the smells and sounds of a forest and the sight of my two story house.
I don't splurge on a lot of things. I am probably one of the cheapest of the old ones, but when I spend money, I spend money. The house is made on the top of a waterfall and painted the greens and browns of the forest, where there can be paint. Nearly sixty percent of the walls are windows, even though they are covered by black out curtains. The house has a very Frank Lloyd Wright type of feel. I always regret that I could never get him to make a house for me, but back to the house.
The inside of the house is even better. Some of the water has actually been diverted to flow through the entire bottom floor. The best room of the house though, is my bedroom. The walls and ceilings is painted a azure blue with black accents and trim. One wall is completely sliding glass windows that lead out to a fenceless balcony. The wall directly to the right of the windows is a huge wall sized lava lamp, filled with bright blue oil and black and blue glitter.
The only thing that can top it off though is the bed. A huge bed that can fit four people with Egyptian cotton black sheets with azure blue silk and cotton pillows. Above all of that is a canopy with black and blue velvet and chiffon all over. The one thing that confuses me though, is that my completely black blackout curtains somehow have silver little hearts drawn on them. . . I never should have let Demyx know where I live.
The rest of the house . . . I got side tracked by my house again. I can't help it though, I really like my house. By now, I already wandered up to my bedroom while admiring my house (again not my fault it is the best house ever). I turned on the lava lamp and put some lights beneath the oil. I took off my clothes while rummaging for my silk pajama pants. When I finally put them on and made sure that the curtains where drawn tight, my eye twitched when I saw the hearts, the lava lamp was heated. I got under the sheets and stared at the lamp until I started drifting off. I hope that the dreams aren't as bad tonight . . .
"Come on ??, don't be a chicken."
"But Roxas, Father Brown said not to wander at night, and especially not to go to the abandoned house."
"Brother, Father Brown just says those things because he likes being able to control the town. He's only been here for two weeks and everybody already trusts him."
"That's because he is the only thing that can protect the town against the vanishing. Whatever town he is in at the time, doesn't get hurt."
"?? , doesn't that sound a bit suspicious to you? The only thing out in the woods are wolves, and if you don't bother them, they won't bother you. Besides, Seifer dared us, if we don't go, we would never hear the end of it. Don't you trust your older brother to keep you safe?"
"Hey! You're only older by four minutes."
"Stop trying to change the subject, are you coming or not?"
" . . . Kay Roxas, I'll come."
"Don't sound so down . Two nights from now we go in, get something from inside, and go out again. There won't be any time for anything to go wrong."
"If you say so brother."
I bolted up and found that the lights I placed in the lava lamp earlier were blazing with all my nervous energy. I got myself back under control again and watched the lights dim back to normal brightness. It seems like every night now I dream of my brother. It must be getting close to the anniversary. Now that I'm calm though, I can smell two other people, if you lose the word loosely, lounging down in my living room. One look over at my curtains and I had the sudden urge to pinch the bridge of my nose, even if I didn't have a headache.
As soon as I go down the stairs my eyes confirmed what my nose already knew. Kicking his feet in the little stream was Demyx and lounging in the only chair in the room reading a book was Zexion. They looked up when I entered the room.
"Heya Roxas! Aren't you up a little early? There's still a couple hours until sunset," Demyx said in a peppy happy voice.
"Demyx," I said slowly, "Why are there silver hearts on my curtains?" I said as I stalked towards him.
Demyx started looking more and more nervous. Zexion looked over the rim of his(my) book and said in a voice that sounded far to amused for the situation, "I told you should have used the light blue and not the silver."
"Yeah, but the blue wouldn't have shown up as good," Demyx said forgetting about me and springing out of the water and blurred across the room to lay down on my couch. Demyx didn't notice my eye twitch and continued, "I was going to do stripes but I didn't have enough paint and I couldn't just leave the curtains the way they were, and then I thought of hearts. They look so much better now. The hearts really break up all that black, don't you think?" Demyx asked me. It seems he really did forget that I was mad at him.
"Demyx," I said in my most pleasant voice. Zexion, who had been watching the whole time, knew what was going to happen, and put his book in front of his eyes, and most likely shut them. I put my thumb and middle finger together, in front of his face. He crossed his eyes so he could still see my fingers. I snapped them and a huge bust of light radiated from my fingers. "Don't ever go in my room, don't track water in my house, and don't get my furniture wet," I said in my regular voice. Demyx was still kind of disoriented, so I pushed him off the couch and sat down.
"Are you okay Demyx?" Zexion asked without looking up from his book. A 'uhh' was heard from the floor. That was enough for Zexion, so he found a book mark and placed it in the book. "Do you think I could borrow this? It's one I haven't read before," he said while he gestured to it.
I nodded my head and watched him put it on his lap. "Why are you two here?"
"Something happened," Zexion said, his features instantly hardening. Demyx finally shook himself from the floor and sat on the armrest next to Zexion, all trace of previous humor gone.
"A couple of hours ago Larxene ported into 'El Baile Muerto' unconscious and with barely any blood," Demyx said in a sober voice.
"What?" I said truly astounded. Larxene wasn't one that got beat up easily. She once beat up a whole pack of werewolves and only came out of it with three scratches and a chipped fang. To imagine anyone being able to do that to her is unimaginable.
Zexion nodded, with a hard glint in his eye. "The superior called a meeting in the usual place. Everyone is to be there."
"How is Marluxia taking it?" I asked. The only thing more scary than an angry Larxene is an angry Larxene's husband.
"He hasn't left her side. Vexen and Xaldin already treated her. The superior exempted him from the meeting."
"Just as well. The only thing keeping Marluxia from finding who ever did that to her is the superior's specific order to not leave her side," Demyx commented. Me and Zexion nodded, knowing it was true and almost feeling sorry for the people that did this to her.
"'sigh', you to go ahead. I'll get my meal for the night and then head over to the meeting," I said while getting up.
Zexion nodded and grabbed Demyx's hand and pulled him up. Demyx was just about to open his mouth before Zexion interrupted him, "Demyx, unless you want Roxas to make you permanently blind, I suggest you keep your mouth shut." Demyx's face fell at this and Zexion sighed. He grabbed a handful of Demyx's shirt and pulled him down into a kiss, it's kind of funny when Zexion is the older one and is nearly 2 feet shorter than him. After a couple of seconds, Zexion pulled away looking embarrassed, only missing the blush, while Demyx came away looking exceedingly happy. I only shook my head and chuckled quietly.
"Shouldn't you guys be going back to the castle?" I asked, still slightly snickering. Zexion still didn't say anything, especially since he just seemed to realize he hadn't let go of Demyx's hand throughout the whole thing. It's funny to think that the only thing that can crack the schemer's facade is a little PDA.
"Yeah, come on Zexy," Demyx said as he opened a portal and tugged on Zexion's hand. He turned to me and waved, "See you in a couple of hours Roxas!"
I just waved back as I watched them walk through the portal. They make a really cute couple. It's kind of sad, how I can never have any normal friends. I guess though, I lost my ability to have normal friends way back in 1587. These are thoughts for another time though. It only just occurred to me that I haven't been wearing a shirt.
As soon as they left, I went and found a pair of black, unstained, slacks and a blue button up shirt, the only one that didn't smell funny, and put them on. I made a portal and combed my fingers through my hair, making sure all the spikes were in their place. Since it's still won't be nightfall for another two and a half hours, I'll have to have a cross continental breakfast, literally.
Author Notes: Like I said in the story, Roxas really likes his house. If you haven't picked up on what they are yet, you will after you read the beginning of the next chapter. To people that don't know Spanish, 'El Baile Muerto' is a direct translation to 'the dancing dead'. It'll be a little slow, just wait for it.