Chapter three – What the hell is this feeling? Stupid blue eyes.

After about three weeks of our lessons I grew to know Marluxia well. He grew plants on his balcony, liked watching sunsets, and he had a brother Shon. His parents were rich and his dad worked in a modeling studio.

I, in my turn, told him that I am home alone because of my parents' long-term business trip absence. I told him that on the weekends I like to take works to the gas station only to smell the gasoline. I usually buy a coffee in the morning and go off on a walk, watching birds.

At school, though, nothing changed. We still ignored one another (even though he stared at me from time to time) and we sat at two different lunch tables. After school though, we walked on the same bus – sometimes with Larxene – and then walked to my house, already conversing. He was an interesting companion, too.

"Marluxia…" I once wondered, "Why did you smirk at me the first day of school like that?"

He froze, "I'll tell you sometime." He said.

His pen was scratching against the paper and I looked over his shoulder to see if what he was writing correct.

"You made a mistake right here…" I mumbled, reaching over his shoulder and pointing to it,

"Oh, yeah." He said. I felt his warm breath on my arm and pulled away quickly, "Yeah."

He glanced up at me, taken aback by my actions, "You ok, Vexen?" he asked.

I nodded quickly and pulled my chair by him, "Just fine." I took a sip of my coffee. He brought his cup to his lips and drank too.

"How much more work do I have to do?" he wondered.

"Well, we are half way through. It won't take too lo-" I was interrupted by my phone.

"One moment." I said, standing up and walking to the receiver. I picked it up, "Vexen Auburn speaking."

"Hey, loverboy! How ya doin' with your student, my liege?"

"What do you want, Xigbar?!" I blushed, "You know I am tutoring tonight!"

"Damn right! Did he make a move yet? Did he do it? Did he? He did, didn't he? Are you blushing? Wait, what are you wearing?"

"Xigbar, I am about to go to your house and shove the phone up your ass!"

"Kinky and all, Vex, but that's my job to shove things up people's asses. Now you work on flower boy. Maybe you'll get something up yours."

I hung up, fuming, and stalked back

Marluxia looked up at me with a smirk, "Xigbar?"

I nodded, rolling my eyes and plopping back beside of him, "Annoying as hell."

"At least he doesn't maim everything he sees." He rolled his eyes, leaning back.

I smiled, knowing he meant Larxene, "At least she doesn't rape you from behind."

"No," he agreed, "But she makes the strangest remarks."

"Like?"

"'Oh Marly, you're looking quite delicious in that outfit.' Mar, stop showing up your muscles, they corrupt my brain.' Or something like, 'Stop looking in that direction, I can see the bulge right there."

I choked on my coffee.

"Exactly." He shook his head.

"He hugged my hips when he was drunk." I said after coughing for a few minutes.

He blinked as some coldness seeped to his eyes, "I don't blame him."

My eyes widened as I stared at him. He laughed, shaking it off, "I'm just kidding, Vexen."

"Oh.." I laughed slightly, turning away for a moment, Yeah right, you fag….

"Well," I mumbled, "Looks like we both have.. Interesting friends."

"Yes…" he nodded slowly, looking at me with his piercing blue eyes. I gulped and glanced in his book. "Where did we leave off?" I asked, putting my finger on the page to skip through the text. He took me by the wrist, dragging it slowly, "Right here."

I glanced at the clock. It was three in three in the morning and his mother still hasn't called?

"Marluxia?"

"Hmm?" he glanced at me from his papers.

"Why aren't your parents bugging you?" I inquired.

He sighed and put down his pen, "They're spending some time with my brother.. Sorry I didn't tell you." He glanced at me and I tried not to get hypnotized as usual, "I was wondering…." He trailed off.

"Yes?" I blinked in concern.

"..Wondering if I could spend the night. They won't come back by at least tomorrow… Unless you'd like me to leave…" he trailed off again, playing with his pen.

I thought for a moment and raised my eyebrows, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I forgot to, honestly." He smiled sheepishly, "Sorry…"

"It's ok." I shook my head and rose, "I'll get some pillows and blankets. You can sleep on the couch."

"Alright." He grinned, "Thank you Vexie." He flashed me his sexy smirk.

I did not say sexy.

I got the blankets out of the closet and piled them on the couch in my room. He sat on my bed, watching me in curiosity as I grabbed one of my pillows and threw it on the white couch.

"Here you go." I pulled my hair into a braid. When I turned to him, I saw him gaping at me, "…Yes?"

"You look different with your hair back."

I rolled my eyes and shooed him off of my bed. He stood up obligingly and walked to the couch, pulling off his shirt. He was well built – not Lexaeus well built, but the dim light of my table lamp showed every curve of his physique. I stopped myself. I was not staring. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought, turning away and scowling. Quickly I unbuttoned my shirt. I almost felt like hiding my bony complexion. I was to pale and too thin which at times made people wonder whenever I was still alive or not.

Indeed I was ashamed. With a shake of my head, I climbed under my covers and pulled the blanket up just to cover my nose, closing my eyes.

I heard the lamp switch click off, "..Good night, Vexen…."

He sighed and softly mumbled, "Good night…"

I dreamt of blue eyes. Blue with a dark rim around the irises. The air smelled of roses.

"Vexen…." A deep voice, my senses tingling. I reached out. "Marluxia?"

He smiled at me and I blinked, "Why are you here?"

Hearing his deep chuckle made me shiver, "Because you want me here."

"Excuse me?" I gaped, frowning.

"You don't know it yet, do you, Vexen? You want me with you. And I want you…."

"Vexen. Vexen." I felt uncomfortable as I was shook and frowned, trying to push whoever it was speaking to me away. The someone turned out to be stronger than me and I was forced to open my eyes, "Come on. Your alarm went off already. Five in the morning? What are you, crazy?"

His hair looked funny. It was in a cowlick on one side, the strands he usually kept so neat sticking up slightly. I tried to hold back a giggle as I sat up. He twitched slightly, running his fingers through his locks. "It's sticking up again, isn't it? Son of a…"

He came up to my mirror and began fixing it.

With a smile I jumped off of my bed, stretching. I unbraided my hair and shook my head to let it spread over my shoulders. When I turned to him and opened my eyes, I tilted my head in question.

His mouth was open as he was looking at my half exposed body, his eyes slightly wide. A blush covered my cheeks as I got a new shirt out of my closet, pulling it on. I heard him clear his throat and he turned back to his toilet.

"One moment," I mumbled, running out to get the coffee pot on. He woke me up thirty minutes before school!

I huffed, getting to my backpack and stuffing everything in. I looked at his scattered work and quickly put it in his bag. The coffee pot was ready. That was fast. I thought as I poured two cups.

He gracefully walked down the stairs and took his offered cup of coffee.

"Ready for hell?"

I smiled at him, "I always am, Marluxia, I always am."

And he smiled back.