The Anti-Zemyx Day Eleven

Title: Auto Repair-turned-Base Fort

Genre: Humour

Rating: T

Summary: Because why not hide in there? No chick would look there.

A/N: Blah. Last chapter was a disappointment, so sorry guys. And I won't rewrite it, since it just was too awkward for me to dish out in the first place. Oh well, please enjoy this newest installment of the Anti-Zemyx! We're getting soooo close!

Zexion sighed as he opened the door and entered the large, spacious, and yet cluttered garage, and dropped his bag down gently onto his own, personal, oil-stained chair by the workbench. His classes had finished for the day, and he had decided to come early to his part-time job.

Quite soon after, the slate-haired youth's boss, Cid Highwind walked into the auto-repair shop, wiping his slightly gnarled hands on an oily, gray rag. He had a toothpick in his mouth, and was muttering to himself thoughtfully about customers and appointments, when he looked up and noticed the student standing a little ways in front of him.

"Hnh. You're here early," he said gruffly, but with a friendly shine to his blue eyes. Zexion shrugged, and picked at the old, torn, once-white t-shirt he was wearing glumly.

"School let out early, and I have nothing else to do." Cid, who had began rummaging around on the cluttered workbench, looked up at him again as he searched for a wrench.

"Heard Axel burned that room down. How's it now?" Zexion shrugged again.

"We fixed it. Reno took Axel's lighter collection and taped the lid shut." He smirked slightly at the memory. "Demyx tried to impale himself with scissors the other night as well, but by accident. We decided to separate them. So now Demyx sleeps with Sora, and Axel sleeps with Roxas."

Cid flicked an amused expression Zexion's way. The junior went white and covered his face with his hands and shook his head.

"That sounds so wrong. My mistake. I had not meant that; I simply meant that Sora and Demyx were sharing a room, and Roxas and Axel were sharing a room as well. Though now that I think on it, it may have been wiser to pair Roxas with Demyx..." Cid's grin didn't falter, and Zexion sighed and looked away and to the side in slight embarrassment.

"That aside, what clients will be coming in today, and which cars are we fixing?" Cid laughed at the change of subject, a short bark of amusement, and went to the wall next to the door and removed a clipboard with many papers from its hook.

"Auron's stopping by to pick up his pick up––" he snickered for a moment; "––and Rai's comin' by to get Fuu's limo for that one concert downtown... Seagulls or something? That one chick group that your friend's sister likes."

"Gullwings," Zexion said with a curl of his lip, smirking. "Kairi would have loved to see that. Too bad," he said, with no sense of regret whatsoever. If Kairi even got so much as a whisper of a rumour that Yuna's chauffeur had stopped by Zexion's job... He shuddered. It was not worth ruining a perfectly good day by thinking about it.

"...and also, Setzer's going to drop by this afternoon with his limo. That makes eight clients... The engine's died, and won't start back up, so he wants us to take a look."

"Has he considered refilling his gas tank?" Zexion asked dryly, examining the papers Cid handed him. The blond man laughed.

"I wouldn't know. He does seem the type to overlook that. Enough chit-chat. Come on over to the back, kiddo, we need to start working."

Zexion wrinkled his nose at 'kiddo', but nodded and walked over through the open door and into the actual car repair garage. Several vehicles were parked here and there, with some on platforms and others with parts missing. One truck, a sea-foam green one, had a large dent in the side, as though it was used as a prop for a movie and was crashed into once. The slate-haired youth followed his boss through the maze of metal, his rolled up second-hand jeans dragging slightly (they were so big, he had to tighten the belt so that they wouldn't fall off, but even so, he had to hitch them up every now and then when they felt like they were slipping down), as they approached a flame-red monster truck, with the engine gone and a wheel missing.

"Oy! Zack! Howzit going?" called out Cid as they stood before the enormous vehicle.

Zexion saw a family of mice skitter about between the wheels.

A teen with a shock of midnight blue hair, almost black, popped up from the driver's seat, and waved at the two of them.

"She'll be done in maybe a week, Boss. I need more parts!" He grinned at the young man.

"Hey, Zex! Heard what Axel did." He gave a cheeky smile.

"You and the rest of the world," muttered Zexion under his breath. As Cid talked to Zack about the supplies and orders, as well as Auron's truck, the slatehead walked over to the large wheels of the truck and crouched down, holding out his hand to the scuttling mice.

"Shh, hey, it's okay," he whispered, as he held out his hand to the small creatures. All skittered away, save one, which tentatively drew closer, then climbed into his hand. Zexion smiled as he gently stroked its fur with two fingers. Though mice were usually looked down upon, they kept him company at the ancient Library he often visited.

"Oy! Zex, let's get to work!" boomed out Cid's voice, startling Zexion, who whirled around. The mouse jumped off his hand and scurried away to its family; Zexion gave it a sad, fond half-smile before turning to the blond and wiping all emotion from his face, leaving nothing but a faint smirk.

"Of course... boss."

Cid led his assistant to a bright purple car and pulled out a skateboard with his foot.

"Here. Some vandal knifed it, so you'll need to replace whatever's cut." Zexion nodded and lowered himself down onto the skateboard and slid underneath the raised car, to look at the damage done.

It wasn't too extensive: it could take him maybe a day to fix it all.

He slid out and took out a wrench from the tool box to the side, and began working on the car when the door opened.

A tall man, wearing a dark jacket and black slacks, paired with a lilac shirt and boots, strode in with confident steps, the heels of his boots clicking on the floor like beetles. His purple sash, tied about his waist, and long jacket, resting on his shoulders, fluttered slightly with his quick steps.

Even without looking at the man, Zexion could tell that it was none other than Setzer Gabbiani by the scent of his perfume. It was almost nauseating. Girls seemed to like it.

With a hair-flip of silver tresses, the man smiled and greeted Cid, who had stopped working on a large, oddly modified motorcycle with a combination of polished black metal over brushed gold mechanics, in order to greet him back.

Zexion ignored their conversation and resumed working, determined to fix the car so he could work on the limo. He got halfway done when Cid rolled him out and smiled roughly at him.

"The engine's got somethin' stuck in it. He did think about the gas, though." Zexion smirked, and got up, brushing his grease-stained, holey shirt and grimy jeans off, as well as wiping his hands on the gray rag Cid had earlier, and walked away for a drink from the water bottle in his bag.

He took a quick swig and was just spinning the cap back on when suddenly, the door burst open and a very familiar blond man with a blue sitar in hand stumbled through, slamming the door behind him.

Zexion and Cid stared at the intruding Demyx, silent with stunned surprise at the sudden entrance, when Demyx noticed Zexion standing off to the side and waved frantically at him, smiling nervously.

"Hey! Zexion! Look, I really need this favour..."

"What on Earth do you think you're doing, making such a racket?"

Green eyes met aqua ones as Zexion folded his arms across his oil-stained shirt and glared at the musician. Demyx's eyes darted to the door.

"I need help!" he whispered urgently. "I was at a rave and the punch was spiked and now all these girls––"

As if on cue, several girls, no less than ten, walked into the shop, giggling coyly behind their hands and fluttering their eyelashes. Demyx dropped down behind the workbench and curled his lithe body up, hiding any and all traces of him, but he forgot the sitar.

One of the girls walked up to Zexion, who stood stiffly with a hostile light in his eyes, and smiled at him.

"Hey, handsome," she said with a drunken smile. "You got any plans for tonight?" Zexion glared at her.

"Regrettably, yes. Do you have a car you'd like us to repair for you?"

Her grin widened.

Like a redcap, thought the junior. She shook her head.

"Nope!" Dissolving into a fit of giggles along with her friends, she glanced up at him through thick mascara. "We were looking for a guy named Demyx, but you're much cuter... Your place or mine?" She winked and trailed a manicured hand down his chest. Cid began trying to usher the twittering girls out while Zexion prepared to get rid of the pest.

"Both. You'll go to yours, and I'll go back to mine once I'm sure no-one's stalking me. My girlfriend would get pretty upset if she found out I was being harassed." His eyes narrowed, and a dark vibe began pulsating off of him.

Drunk and high though she was, the girl knew not to trespass in another chick's territory, and immediately (though regretfully) backed off.

"Oh." Her glossy lips pursed. "Too bad. So sad. Well, there are others cute than you anyways." She gave him a flirty smile and flicked his nose before sashaying out of the shop with her friends.

Cid shut the door and leaned against the wood, sighing, before giving Demyx an explain-yourself-or-else type of look. Demyx sighed, hugged Zexion briefly in thanks, and thanked God that the highs could not recognize his sitar. He took a deep breath.

"Well, I was at this rave, singing and playing, ya know? And then the girls start screaming and the punch was spiked, so they all got drunk on top of being high as a kite, and then they chased after me." Zexion smirked, though feeling sorry for his... friend.

"Hot item?" he asked. Demyx rolled his head back and shook his head tiredly.

"Exhausted item. Girls like those are the reason I'm bi."

A/N: Blah. I'm tired and stressed. This chapter wasn't planned: it was just a spur of the moment. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Didja see the Strife reference? xD Reviews are the chocolates to my chips!