Myde
IMPORTANT. PLEASE READ: Before you read this next installment, I would like to educate you all on my character. It has come to my attention that some of you see Meaghan Ingram as a "Mary-Sue" character. I will take this offensively due to the fact that Meaghan is totally and completely based off of myself. I have braces, I live in Scarborough, and the boy's gym teacher in my school rocks (we all love him and give him nicknames), and he did once catch me late to class and only told me to get going after taking out my headphones. If Xigbar were real, and would take in a lost cat I found, I'd help him get set up as much as I could. I am NOT twisting this to have every character like me. Indeed, it will probably only be Xig, Myde and Roxy. The others will all be indifferent. Please keep this in mind as you read. Thank you.
How I Became The Gay Father Of Two
Chapter Two: Saturday Night Fate
It had been about a month. Every night, I heard Myde "sing" before scampering up the stairs to crawl into bed with me. I told myself I should ask Meaghan about it, but I soon forgot.
The little blond was getting bigger, and a little more responsible. He'd still try to follow me to school, but rarely did I let him, and he soon got the picture. Our days became routine. I'd get up, he'd play with my clothes as I dressed, I'd play with him on my stomach, get us breakfast, and I'd be off to work. I'd go through the day, and come home. I'd play with him more, he'd lick my face, pick at my eye-patch, I'd hug him, then put on my music, and grade tests. I go get ready for bed, he'd "sing", bound up the stairs, and he'd fall asleep in my arms.
I was just in the door from school that day, when the phone rang. Myde bounded over to it, and stared at it curiously. "Curiosity killed the cat you know." I said, picking the cordless phone up. He looked like he rolled his eyes. "Hello, Xigbar here, what's your trouble?" I announced monotonously.
"My problem is that you haven't had drinks with us since God knows when!" It was Luxord.
I sighed, and shifted my weight. "What do you want me to do about it? I've been..." I stopped to swat my foot at Myde, who was attacking my ankle, "I've been busy, Lux."
"Ahhh! You've got a lady in your company then, have you? Pardon me, Xig, I'll back off, you've got to have your go time."
I groaned. "For once, Luxord, it's not a woman. It's actually a boy. I've been loo--" I was cut off.
"It's a WHAT?!" I heard him choke, then start laughing. "You mean Xaldin's officially the only straight-man in our little hang?" He laughed obnoxiously. I would shoot him, if that were possible over the phone.
"Luxord, shut up. What I was going to say, was that I've been looking after a stray kitten one of my students found. He's gotten attached to me, and I can barely leave him alone for school. Plus, I've got interim reports coming up."
Luxord snorted. "Fine. But you're comin' with us on Saturday. We'll be at Fynn McKoule's. Finest Irish ale in the Greater Toronto Area."
"I'll be there." I hung up, and looked to my companion. "I can do those interims in no time, right Myde?" He mewled, and I scooped him up. "Let's get jammin', shall we?" He cringed at the word.
Friday afternoon came, as did my record sheet for the interims. Myde pawed on it, sat on it and yowled at me whenever I walk passed him. It was strange, surely not normal cat behavior. I told myself to ask Meaghan. And then I remembered. What was I going to do with Myde while I went downtown?
This gave me grief for a while. Larxene, Xaldin and Axel would all be coming with us, so they were out. Zexion? No... I always saw him as about as dog-like as Saïx, with his freakish sense of smell, he'd probably scare the poor boy. Lexaeus was so big he might step on him, and Vexen would most likely catnap him and use him as a test subject. No one else was available, or was close enough to me, except Meaghan.
I sighed, and picked up the phone. I found her number in the phone book, and dialed it. Someone picked up.
"Hello?" It was a man's voice.
"Hey, can I speak to Meaghan?" I said. This guy sounded big. A brother?
"What do you want to speak to her for, sir?" He said angrily. I gulped.
"DAAAAAAD!" The shrill voice was immediately recognizable. "Dad, give me the phone!" Meaghan whined incessantly.
"What on earth is a boy calling you for at this time?!" I heard faintly.
"It's probably Jesse, just leave it, and use the caller ID next time!" She shouted. "Helloooo?" Her voice was immediately laced with sweetness.
"Hey, Megz, It's Xigbar." I said awkwardly.
"Oh... Hey Xig. What's up?" She sounded to have relaxed.
"Do you think you could come catsit Myde for me on Saturday? I'm going out with the group then, and I don't know what to do with him."
There was silence. I was getting worried when a half-muffled squeal was heard. "Of course, Xiggy! I'd absolutely LOVE to! When should I come?"
I sighed again. Poor kitten. "Well, since I'll be headed downtown, I should leave around five, if I want to make it there for six thirty... so come at maybe, quarter to?" I said, working out the time management in my head.
I could hear the smile in her voice. "I'll totally be there at four thirty. I'll see you?"
"See who, young lady?" It was her father again. Oh joy.
"DAAD! Really! Get off the other line! I'm gonna cat sit for that stray I found last month."
"Didn't you give that to a teacher?" The faint sound of a concerned woman's voice was barely intelligible. Her mother? "Wouldn't that be a little... strange, darling?"
"MAHM!" Meaghan whined. "It's only Xig."
"Oh... Then I guess it's alright." A click signaled that her parents were both off the other line. Meaghan let out a breath of relief. "I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?"
"See ya," I said, hanging up. Myde has padded into the kitchen while I was talking, and was looking at me with a bemused expression. "Shut up, you. It's not my fault she's so out of her mind."
The tawny cat mewled happily. It kind of sounded like he was laughing... Or maybe I was going out of my mind too.
Saturday rolled around, and so did 4.30. Meaghan came by, assured me that Myde would be safe in her capable hands, and I tried to ignore the nagging sense of worry in the back of my mind as I left with the image of Meaghan's Neon in my drive way, Myde and Megz both sitting on the front step to see me off. By 6.15, I parked my deep purple Mercedes a block away from Fyyn McKoule's, beside Larx's lightning emblazoned SUV, and Luxord's silver corvette. He always car pooled with Axel and Xaldin, because Axel didn't have his own car, and Xaldin was saving the environment. I made my way into the bar, and passed all the usuals. Cloud and Leon drunk and already getting their masochistic freak on, Marluxia begging the bouncer to let him go on stage and dance, and Sephiroth looking like he shat his pants in a shrouded corner.
I found my company in our usual spot. A bench table that curved in on itself, creating a secluded little circle, to keep our drunk ramblings to ourselves. Though keeping the other gay ramblings out was hard.
And I don't mean that figuratively.
Yes, Fyyn McKoule's was a gay bar. What were you gonna do with a name like that anyway? Of course, Xal and I were fine with it, since there were always a couple of bisexual girls in there for me to shag, and Xal was too intimidating for any of the gay boys to even talk to him. I sat in our spot, and went through the greetings.
I got my beer, and drank. "So, Xig... who's this man Luxie's telling us about?" Axel cooed, his voice laced with so much sweetness it made me gag. I spit out what was in my mouth, and coughed.
"What the fucking hell, Luxord!" I said, turning to the man, and glaring something fierce. "I told you that wasn't what it sounded like!" I swear, if I'd had my gun there, the man would cease to have been.
He smiled belatedly, as if he was just coming in on a joke he missed. "Sor' ma'e. I jus'... le' i' slip."
It should be against some law to allow Luxord near any sort of alcoholic beverage, or poker table. The man was a fiend with both. And when he had both, he was mad. He'd gamble till he had all the goods from the other players, and if he had an off day (which was rare), he'd drink at least five bottles of rum, adding bottles of beer and vodka here and there, and then instantly win everything back. No one ever crossed Luxord in a poker match, even if he was sober, unless they were drunk, stupid, or the new guy in town.
I brought my head against the table with such ferocity, that Laxene's beer nearly toppled over. She squealed, one of the most girly sounds you would ever hear her make. "Luxord, I swear. There's going to be a day when I'm gonna have a gun when you say shit like that. And I will not be responsible for the agony you suffer."
Xaldin sighed. "So, then what was it really?" He took a swig of his seventh bottle of beer, his face not even the slightest bit pink. The man was a tank.
"My student found a stray kitten, and couldn't take care of it. So I did." Attention was diverted from me as Larxene stood and walked over to one of the waitresses. The girl looked like she was only barely legal, and the maid dress probably didn't help to curb the blond's wants. The girl had platinum, almost silver locks, and piercing red eyes, having her resemble some sort of sadistic albino. Which probably only served to further entrance Larx.
We all shook our heads. This happened every time we went out for drinks. Larxene found some poor, unsuspecting girl to prey upon, and half-raped them. And by half, I only mean that they usually ended up enjoying it in the end. Axel sighed, and rested his head in his hand. "Such a free spirit. I almost wish I wasn't already tied down to one man."
We stared at him. "What?" was the first coherent word Luxord had gotten out within the span of the last half hour.
"Roxas." Axel said in a contented sigh.
We all rolled our eyes in exasperation. Axel had been chasing after Roxas, the lead singer of the high school band Radiant Garden, since the red-head was in grade twelve. Roxas was five years younger than my friend, and was in his final high school year. "Axel, really. The boy isn't even legal yet, so what do you plan to do? Molest him in University next year?"
Axel's eyes widened. "I can't do him right now? Like... tear him off the stage in the middle of his vocals and just... rape him?" His face went downcast, and we all laughed.
I checked the time and sighed, standing up. "I should catch a cab... or the train. Megz is at home watching Myde, and I wanna make sure she's okay." My friends sent out their parting words, and I caught a cab.
I was cruising nicely down the 401, and making good time for a Friday night. The taxi had just pulled onto Port Union road, when I saw a person start to cross the street. The way we were going, we would've missed him. But he fell face first in the street, right in our path, and the driver wasn't stopping. "Stop! STOP!" I shouted. He pulled over, and I jumped out, and ran towards the man. He looked to be around my age, Asian, his blond mowhawk reminding me of Demyx. His breathing was shallow, and there was blood streaming from his head most noticeably, but I couldn't tell for sure. I went to pick him up, and noticed the blaring music in his headphones. I wrapped my arms under his, and heaved him into the car beside me, resting his head on my shoulder.
When I got home, I burst through the door, hearing Meaghan's scream but not registering it. She was saying something, but I couldn't hear. Myde was pattering behind me, mewling worriedly. I dodged around Meaghan and rested the injured boy on the couch. "Meaghan, get me a cloth, my first-aid kit from the bathroom and a pillow or two from my room." I said, not caring if I sounded demanding.
"XIGBAR." She shrieked, and I finally heard it. I turned to look at her. "What the fuck is this? Why did you just bring in a bleeding boy from the bar? Details, s'il vous plait."
I sighed. "I'll explain later. Just get me all that stuff so I can fix it." She walked out in a huff, bringing it all back to me, and curling up in one of the armchairs. After I had finished, she sighed and relaxed. "So, did you have any problems with the kit?" I asked. My head was killing me. The after affects of alcohol finally sinking in.
She shook her head. "He was a joy as usual. But he did this weird thing with his voice, just before you arrived."
"He sang, am I right?" I said, knowingly.
She nodded. "Though it's no tune I've heard before. I wonder how he does it. Cats aren't supposed to be very musically inclined."
She checked the clock, and stood up. "I should be getting back. Mum and Dad will be waiting." She shrugged on her coat, and tugged on her hat. Then she picked up her keys and opened the door. "Bye, Xig." She said, turning halfway around.
"Bye, Megz, see you Monday." I said, and sat down beside the boy. The tawny fur-ball hopped up on my lap, and began sniffing the boy curiously. I laughed softly, and leaned back, getting comfy.
It was a short while after that, when I was just drifting off, that a violent gasp for air, and an annoyed yowl awoke me. I groggily thought for a moment what a nuisance it was to be woken, but then I remembered. The boy!
I jumped off the couch, and looked at the boy. He stared at me, fear blazing in his eyes. "No... Don't hurt me." He whispered, almost incoherently.
"I won't, I promise." I said, as reassuringly as I could.
"No... It's not my fault! Please! Listen to me." He said, getting louder. "I didn't mean too! It wasn't me! Try to understand. Just hear me out!" I realized he wasn't talking to me. But... who was he talking to? He was obviously dreaming.
"Please! He did! He... DAD!!" He shrieked, loud enough to scare Myde into puffing up. The blond boy covered his head, right where it was cut. He burst into rib-racking sobs, screaming incoherently. I figured I should wake him from this nightmare.
"Hey!" I shouted, shaking his shoulders gently. "Your dad isn't here. You didn't do it. Now wake up." I said, mentally kicking myself for sounding so commanding. But surprisingly, he slumped over, going completely limp. Then he slowly lifted his head, looking at me groggily.
"Uhhhg... Where am I?" He said, and now that he wasn't screaming, I could hear how wonderful his voice actually was.
"Heh, sorry kid. You passed out in the middle of my cab, bleeding everywhere. Couldn't just leave you there, could I? So, how're you feeling?" I said, sitting on the edge of the couch.
"Other than the pounding in my head, and the ache in my body, I'd say I'm relatively okay." He smiled brightly, making a complete 180 from his nightmare state. I laughed.
"Can you walk?" I asked, watching as he wobbled on two feet. He nodded, then nearly fell over. I caught him under the arms, watching as his face reddened noticeably. I laughed again, and half-carried him up the stairs and to the guest room. Myde was biting at my heels, so when I had put the boy down, I picked him up.
"I really can't bother you like this. I should get... uh... home." He said, and I knew why his eyes flickered with fear for a moment.
"No." I said, too firmly. The boy stared at me. I looked away. "You're in no shape to be going anywhere, and you should rest before you do anything else. Get some sleep, okay?" I looked at him, and smiled.
He smiled back, and my heart did that thing when it gets excited. It melted. "I'm Xigbar. What's your name, kid?"
"Demyx." He said, through a half stifled yawn. "Niikamura Demyx." I smiled, and closed the door behind me, but not before Myde jumped out, and dashed into the room, climbing in beside him. I shook my head, and closed the door, making my way to my own room.
End Chapter Two
A/N: I'm soooooo sorry guys. I've had a million different things happening all at once for the past two months. I've had my NaNoWriMo thing to do, and my high school musical to finish up, plus a billion other personal issues to deal with. On top of that, I went through a whole story revision just recently, deciding that my original idea was maybe not that realistic. So here it is guys. Horrendously late, but here.
Cheers!
megz;gomenasai
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