"You sure you want to do this?"
Demyx Edym looked out at Oblivion High before looking back at his mother. "Yeah," he smiled, opening the door. His mother gave a small smile back, Demyx reaching into the back. Slinging his blue backpack over his shoulder, he took his guitar case in his free hand and headed for the high school. Walking to his first class of the day after setting his bag in a locker, he sat next to a small group of kids, setting his guitar case on the ground next to him.
"Hey, you're the new kid, right?"
Demyx turned to see a teenager about his age with spiky red hair, a couple cards in his hand where he was playing poker with the tall blonde next to him. "Demyx," he said, running his hand along the side of his dirty blonde hair styled in a Mohawk/mullet hybrid in nervousness. "Demyx Edym."
"Axel," the redhead introduced. "Axel Lea. That's Luxord," the tall blonde, "Xion," the short girl with short black hair, "and Lexaeus." a tall, strong teenager with short orange hair sticking out in the back.
"Who teaches this class?" Demyx asked. As if on cue, a tall man with long blue hair spiked up at the top with an X-shaped scar on his face walked into the classroom, slamming his books on his desk.
"Saix," Axel muttered, setting his cards on his desk.
"Alright, you little shits," Saix said, moving to stand in front of his desk, "listen up. Welcome to another year at Oblivion High. I only have two rules. Don't ask questions and do what I say right the first time."
A knock on the door interrupted them. Xemnas, the headmaster, walked into the classroom. "Sorry to interrupt, Saix," he apologized, looking at the students, "I just wanted to make sure our new student is getting along fine." Demyx gave a small wave. "Looks like he is. Well, carry on. And Saix, I'll expect you to be in my office after school."
"Yes, superior," Saix replied as the door closed again.
"Saix is the headmaster's sex slave," Axel whispered to Demyx, the blonde giggling a little and gaining Saix's glare in the process.
"Axel," Saix growled. The redhead just flipped him off.
"You know it's true, Saix," Axel grinned, seeming to enjoy the way the older man was about to kill him. "And you like it."
It took all Saix's strength not to race over and strangle the pyro to death.
"So, Demyx, you play?" Xion asked as the four of them sat at a table for lunch, motioning to the guitar case at the blonde's feet.
"Since I was about 8," Demyx replied.
"Can we hear you play?" Xion asked, leaning forward with her chin in her hands.
Demyx smiled, bringing his guitar case to rest on his lap. "Does Lexaeus ever talk?" he asked, looking at the taller man sitting a little bit behind Luxord and Axel.
"Sometimes," Luxord replied, leaning back in his seat as he flipped through a deck of cards he'd had in his pocket. "If he likes someone enough as a friend he'll talk to you. He's kinda like a big brother."
"So, what're you gonna play?" Axel asked, leaning slightly on Luxord's shoulder.
"Something I started writing a couple days ago." Demyx pulled his royal blue electric guitar out and pulled the black strap over his shoulders, setting his case back on the ground. "It's not finished yet, but I have one verse and a chorus." He strummed a few chords, clearing his throat softly.
"When nothing's going right,
And everything is wrong,
He comes and cheers me up,
And makes me feel alright.
He is my shining star,
No matter where we are,
Shining through the dark of my night,
To take my breath away."
Demyx kept strumming for a few more seconds before coming to a stop, looking up at Xion, Axel, Luxord, and Lexaeus.
"Wow," Xion said. "That was good."
Demyx smiled. "Thanks," he said.
"Oh, great," Axel muttered as the door to the cafeteria opened. "They're here."
"Who?" the blonde asked, looking around at the doors.
"Cool kids," Luxord muttered.
"First there's Roxas," Axel explained, a short teenager with blonde hair spiked up at the right side with a baseball bat slung over his shoulders walking into the building, "captain of the baseball team."
"Then there's Marluxia," Xion continued. A taller teenager with shoulder-length pink hair flaring out at the sides followed Roxas, "head of the drama department. We're still trying to figure out if Marluxia really is a boy or a girl."
"Next there's Larxene," Luxord said. A tall blonde girl walked into the building, adjusting the charm bracelet on her wrist as she walked. "She's the popular girl in school."
"Finally, there's Zexion," Axel finished. A shorter teenager with slate-colored hair covering half of his face walked behind Larxene, an open book in his hands. "Kind of the scene kid around here. He always knows what's cool. Right now it's vampires; sparkles and stuff."
Demyx looked at the small group of teenagers as they sat at a table a few feet away. Zexion looked over at the blonde, wondering why he was staring at them. Demyx smiled at him and the shorter looked back at the book in his hands. "Who's the blonde?" Larxene asked, looking at Demyx for a second.
"That's Luxord, Larx," Marluxia replied, earning himself a small slap on the shoulder.
"I know him, you idiot," she hissed. "The other one. The one with the guitar."
"I think its Demyx," Roxas said. "He must have been the one we heard outside."
"He's good," Zexion mumbled.
"What did you just say?" Larxene asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing," Zexion replied, keeping his eyes glued to his book. "Absolutely nothing." He could still feel Demyx's eyes on his back every so often, but he tried to ignore that as much as he could.
"Demyx, look back here," Axel said, snapping his fingers in front of the blonde's face. "Stop staring at him."
Demyx blushed lightly as he turned back to his new friends. "I wasn't staring," he mumbled, plucking nervously at the strings of his guitar.
Axel rolled his eyes a little, leaning forward with his chin in one of his hands on the table. "Sure you weren't," he muttered.
"Uh-oh," Xion whispered as the four popular kids stood up and headed their way, "trouble."
"Listen," Larxene said, crossing her arms in a bored way as they stopped in front of the table, "we don't know who…you are…"
"Demyx," the blonde introduced, holding out a hand to her.
Larxene looked slightly disgusted, shifting her weight back and forth between her legs. "Whatever," she muttered. "Anyway, I don't like you and neither does Marluxia, so we're going to have a little contest."
"The stakes?" Luxord asked, finally putting his cards away and leaning forward in interest.
"If you win…" Larxene looked at Marluxia, Roxas, and Zexion for a second before thinking of some stakes. "Losers have to find out what Saix does when Xemnas calls him to his office."
Axel looked at his friends, a grin coming to his face. He stood up, sticking his hands in his pockets as he faced Larxene. "You got a deal," he said. "Shake on it?"
Larxene looked disgusted as she reached her hand out to the redhead. Before she could pull back, Axel spit on his own hand and grabbed hers in a firm shake. "Eew eew eew," she whined, wiping her hand on the table to try to get everything off.
"What contest will it be?" Xion asked.
"How 'bout baseball?" Roxas suggested.
"No, too easy," Axel replied.
"What about a spelling bee?"
The seven teenagers involved in the bet turned to see Demyx looking up at them. "It's fair enough, right?" he asked.
"Fine," Marluxia agreed, rolling his eyes. "We'll do the spelling bee."
"And then we'll get some r-e-v-e-n-7-g-w-e revenge," Demyx said, smiling as he snapped his fingers. Axel and Luxord shook their heads and groaned.
***
"Alright, settle down you little shits."
Saix stood in front of the whiteboard, a small list in his hands. Axel, Luxord, Demyx, and Xion stood at his left while Larxene, Zexion, Marluxia, and Roxas standing at his right, Lexaeus sitting at a desk in front of all of them, preferring to watch rather then participate.
"I don't know why I'm doing this," Saix continued, "but whatever. Headmaster is paying me for this. Now the rules are simple. Spell a word right. Now on the left we have the losers and on the right, the popular kids." Both Axel and Roxas stepped up to stand in front of the older blue-haired man. "Axel, your word is 'flammable'."
"F-l-a-m-m-a-b-l-e," the redhead spelled, shoving his hands in his pockets in almost a bored way.
"Correct," Saix said, looking over at the shorter blonde. "Roxas, your word is 'homosexual'."
"H-o-m-o-s-e-x-u-a-l," Roxas spelled, looking smugly over at redheaded pyro.
Axel sniggered. "You would know that one," he said, a small grin on his face.
"That's it," Roxas said, throwing his bat to the ground. "I'm not playing anymore." He stormed to sit behind Lexaeus, looking pissed.
"Alright, whatever," Saix said, shaking his head as Marluxia and Xion came up in front of him. "Xion, your word is 'difficulty'."
"Mrs. d, Mrs. i, Mrs. f-f-i, Mrs. c, Mrs. u, Mrs. l-t-y," Xion spelled.
Everyone just stared at her as she smiled in victory. "Correct," Saix said, shaking his head. "Marluxia, your word is 'perfection'."
"M-a-r-l-u-x-i-a," the pink-haired man spelled, smiling at his teacher.
Saix just looked at him like he was crazy. "Incorrect," he said, Marluxia going to stand by Roxas in defeat. Now, Luxord and Larxene stepped up to spell their own words. "Luxord, your word is 'blackjack'."
"B-l-a-c-k-j-a-c," Luxord spelled.
"Incorrect," Saix said. "Larxene, your word is 'box'."
"Alright, hang on a minute," Larxene said, thinking for a few seconds. "It's always the hard ones. Okay, b-o-…k-k?"
"Incorrect," Saix said. "Next."
Zexion and Demyx stepped forward to spell, the blonde smiling at the slate-haired teenager. Zexion's cheeks grew slightly pink high on his cheekbones as he looked down at his own feet. "Zexion, your word is 'depression'," Saix said.
"D-e-p-r-e-s-s-i-o-n," Zexion spelled, slipping his hands in his pockets.
"Correct." Saix turned to Demyx, clearing his throat. "Demyx, your word is 'floccinaucinihilipilification'."
"We're done for," Axel muttered, shaking his head in his hands.
"F-l-o-c-c-i-n-a-u-c-i-n-i-," Demyx stopped for a second, thinking hard for a few seconds, "h-i-l-i-p-i-l-i-f-i-c-a-t-i-o-n!"
Saix just stared at him in a sort of amazement. "Correct," he said. "Losers win."
"Can't believe you actually spelled that right," Axel said, giving the blonde a high-five.
"We want a rematch," Larxene said, Marluxia, Roxas, and Zexion standing behind her in a sort of formation.
"We won fair and square," Luxord said, slinging his arm around Demyx's shoulders. "Fuck off."
"That was so unfair," Larxene said, ignoring Luxord. "Box isn't even a real word."
"What about a music contest?" Demyx suggested. "That's fair, isn't it?"
"Of course it is," Marluxia said, pushing his way in front of Larxene. "I'm an amazing singer. We'll win for sure."
"We'll start the contest after school," Axel said, crossing his arms. "Saix'll judge." Shaking on it (minus the spit), the teenagers split and went their separate ways. Demyx looked around, his guitar case now strapped to his back, until he spotted Zexion walking down the hall reading a book.
"Hey, wait up!" he called, running after the shorter student. Zexion turned around, stopping in his path and closing the book in his hands. Demyx skidded to a stop, getting his breath back as he smiled at the older. "You're Zexion, right?"
"Demyx, the new kid, right?" Zexion asked. Demyx nodded, still smiling. Zexion nodded once, then started walking again with the blonde following his every step. The shorter teenager stopped again, looking over at the taller. "Why are you following me?"
Demyx shrugged. "You seem interesting," he said, a smile still on his face. "I like interesting." Zexion blushed lightly again, looking down to hide his embarrassment from the blonde. "What, doesn't anyone think you're interesting?"
"Not anyone who comes right out and tells me," Zexion muttered.
Demyx smiled as they headed for the gym of their high school, giving the shorter's arm a small nudge. "Well, I'm not like other people," he said.
2 hours later, the singing contest was almost over. Both groups of students were tied and only Demyx remained. Larxene with 'With Legs', Marluxia with 'Sexy Boy', Zexion with 'Emo Kid', Roxas with 'Bet On It', Axel with 'Firestarter', Luxord with 'Poker Face', and Xion with 'Girlfriend'. Now it was Demyx's turn and he walked out on the stage in the gym, sitting down in a plastic folding chair to face Saix and the rest of the teenagers that had already gone.
"Alright, Demyx, what song will you be singing?" Saix asked, completely bored with the whole ordeal.
"Something I wrote a few weeks ago," Demyx said, bringing his guitar out to rest in his arms, his hands wrapping almost lovingly around the neck to rest on the strings.
"Darkness surrounds you,
Covering every corner,
Black is all you see,
When he comes to get you.
Black as night and cold as ice,
Nothing's right when he comes around,
His fingertips brush across your cheek,
And you freeze at his touch,
At the dark angel.
Ice cold is all you feel,
Coursing through your veins,
The slightest brush of skin to yours,
His skin as cold as ice.
Black as night and cold as ice,
Nothing's right when he comes around,
His fingertips brush across your cheek,
And you freeze at his touch,
At the dark angel.
He whispers softly in your ear,
There is nothing left to fear,
He reaches out to take your hand,
And lead you further in.
Black as night and cold as ice,
Nothing's right when he comes around,
His fingertips brush across your cheek,
And you freeze at his touch,
At the dark angel.
So dark,
And so cold,
Nothing's right,
You're all alone,
He appears,
And takes your hand,
You are safe,
By his side.
Black as night and cold as ice,
Nothing's right when he comes around,
His fingertips brush across your cheek,
And you freeze at his touch,
At the dark angel.
Black as night and cold as ice,
Everything will be alright when he comes,
His fingertips brush across your cheek,
And you lean into his touch,
Into the dark angel.
He is your dark angel,
He is your dark angel,
Your dark angel,
Dark angel."
Demyx placed a hand over the strings after a few more chords, looking out at the small group of teenagers just staring up at him.
"He's amazing," Zexion mumbled, more to himself then anyone else.
"I think I'm in love," Luxord joked.
"Losers win," Saix said. "Demyx, thank you."
"Good luck with Xemnas and Saix," Axel said, laughing at the 4 teenagers who had lost their contest.
Demyx swung his guitar to rest on his back again and hopped off the stage, starting to head out of the gym after getting congratulated by his friends for winning. He walked down the hall when someone grabbed his arm, pulling him into a classroom. "Zexion!" he exclaimed, seeing the older teenager as the one who had pulled him into the room. "What's up?" Zexion didn't say anything, just pulled the blonde's guitar off his back and set it on the desk behind him. "Zexion?"
"Demyx, why did you write that song?" the shorter male asked.
"It was a mix between a dream and a friend," the blonde replied. "Why?"
Zexion didn't speak as he pushed on Demyx's chest, pushing the blonde back against the wall. He leaned against the blonde, his face inches from the younger's own. "Z-Zexion?" Demyx stuttered nervously, pink creeping from high up on his cheekbones down to a little below his chin.
"You're the first one to actually think I'm interesting past my clothes or knowing what's hot or not," Zexion said softly, leaning even closer until he could feel the blonde's breath on his face. He smiled slightly. "I like it."
"Zexion!!"
Zexion groaned softly when he heard Larxene call his name. The door to the classroom they were hiding in opened, the tall blonde walking in to see Zexion pressing Demyx against the wall with no intention of letting up anytime soon. "What are you doing, Zexion?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Let's just get our bet done and over with," the slate-haired teen muttered, pulling himself away from Demyx and pushing his way out of the room. Larxene looked back at Demyx for a second before following Zexion to Xemnas's office.
"Saix, that feels amazing." Xemnas's voice floated out the slightly open door.
"Thank you, superior." Saix's voice came next, followed by Xemnas's low moans.
"Oh god," Marluxia mumbled, watching Saix giving Xemnas a neck massage.
"Let's get out of here," Roxas whispered, the four teenagers running away from the headmaster's office.
"Are they gone?" Xemnas asked.
Saix turned his head slightly. "Yes, superior," he said. "Would you like me to get started?"
Xemnas grinned, leaning back in his chair. "What do you think?" he asked, a smug grin on his face.
"Demyx," Zexion said, catching up with the blonde outside the school, "will you go out with me?"
Demyx smiled. "Took ya long enough," he said.
Zexion grinned, giving Demyx the best kiss he could give.
Welcome to Oblivion High.
**BLOOPERS**
"Welcome to Oblivion High," Emilee said, grinning at the camera in Will's hands. "Starring me as the dashing Demyx, Alec as the zexy Zexion, Marlie as the luscious Larxene, Tabs as the xylophone Xion, Peter as the marvelous Marluxia, Jay as the ravishing Roxas, James as the amazing Axel, Drake as the looming Lexaeus, Luke as the xemntastic Xemnas, and Mark as the superior Saix."
"Why is my word xylophone?" Tabs asked.
"And my word xemntastic?" Luke added.
"And mine zexy?" Alec asked.
"'Cause there are no good adjectives starting with z and x," Emilee explained. "So sue me later and let's get started!!"
"She's had sugar, hasn't she?" James asked.
"Most definitely, yes," Peter muttered, shaking his head.
**
"Saix is the headmaster's sex slave," Axel whispered to Demyx.
"Damn right I am!" Saix exclaimed, moving his hands to his hips and popping the left one out.
The whole classroom erupted with laughter.
**
Demyx kept strumming for a few more seconds before coming to a stop, looking up at Xion, Axel, Luxord, and Lexaeus.
"Wow," Xion said. "That totally…sucked."
"I agree," Luxord and Axel said together.
"Zexion!!" Demyx whined, running off to the open arms of the slate-haired teen, moving his guitar around to his back. "They're being mean to me!!"
"Would you like me to kill them?" Zexion asked, pressing a soft kiss to the blonde's head. Demyx nodded and the shorter gave the other 3 an evil grin.
"Run away!!" Luxord and Axel yelled, Xion following close behind.
**
"Then there's Marluxia," Xion continued. A taller teenager with shoulder-length pink hair flaring out at the sides followed Roxas, "head of the drama department. We're still trying to figure out if Marluxia really is a boy or a girl."
"I'm a guy!" Marluxia defended, crossing his arms.
"Prove it," Axel smirked, leaning back in his chair.
Marluxia groaned, rolling his eyes. "Fine, then," he said, gripping the waistband of his pants.
"No no no no!!!" Demyx exclaimed, but it was too late.
Marluxia dropped his pants and pink flowered boxers, standing up straight again.
"Okay, we believe you're a guy now," Axel said. "Pull your pants up."
**
"Headmaster is paying me for this," Saix said, looking at the list in his hand.
"I'll bet he is," Axel said, thrusting his hips forward slightly a few times. "Bow chica wow wow."
**
"Demyx, why did you write that song?" Zexion asked.
"Why do you think?" Demyx asked back, a smug grin on his face. "'Cause I wanted to get busy with you."
"You got your wish," Zexion said, a small evil grin on his face. His hand snaked down over and past the waist of the blonde's jeans, his other hand moving up the front of Demyx's chest.
"Zexion, stop molesting your boyfriend so we can try this scene again," Larxene said, crossing her arms.
"Aw, but molesting my little Dem-Dem is fun," Zexion whined, keeping his hands where they were as he looked back at the taller blonde.
Larxene groaned. "Xemnas!" she yelled, walking back down the hallway. "Get Zexion off of Demyx so we can re-film!!!"
**
"Zexion, what are you wearing?" Luxord asked, looking down at Zexion's feet as the cast of Zemyx Time 7 walked down the path along the school.
"All the single ladies," Axel laughed, watching as Zexion pranced forward in Larxene's white high-heeled sandals. The shorter just flipped him off.
**
"He whispers softly in your ear," Demyx sang, strumming his guitar, "there is nothing left to fear, he reaches out to take your hand, and lead you further in. Black as night and cold as ice, nothing's right—" Just as he was in the middle of the chorus, his A string broke, snapping back against the head of his blue instrument. "Shit!" he cursed. "Axel! Get my extra strings, please!!"
"Losers…lose," Saix muttered, a small smile on his face.
**
"I don't like being short!" Emilee whined, stepping out of her shoes and standing next to Alec.
"You make a damn good armrest sometimes, thought," Alec said, smiling.
"For those of you who don't know," Peter said, his arm wrapped around Marlie's waist to pull her closer, "Em is shorter than Alec. She's 5'6" and he's 5'8"-ish."
"Not good when Em is Demyx and Alec is Zexion and Demyx is supposed to be taller than Zexion," Marlie added.
"So, Em wears platforms when she's in Demyx cosplay," Luke said. He held up Emilee's black combat boots with a 4-inch platform. "And when she's Riku, she doesn't wear platforms because Sora and Riku are pretty close in height."
"And I don't like being shorter than him!" Emilee whined again, hopping up and down slightly.
"Alec, please control her," James muttered, shaking his head.
**
"So, from all of us here at Zemyx Time," Demyx started, snuggling up close to Zexion, the shorter's arms around his chest from behind, "have an awesome day!"
"So, sex now, yes?" Zexion asked, nuzzling his face against the back of Demyx's neck.
"Xemnas!!" Demyx whined, shivering slightly.
"And welcome to Oblivion High!!!!!!" Xemnas, Saix, Demyx, Zexion, Axel, Roxas, Marluxia, Larxene, Xion, Lexaeus, and Luxord yelled together, jumping up and off the edge of the ledge they were all standing on.
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Well, that was extremely long. I've been in Spokane for the past 4 days, so I've had to write this between breaks in the basketball tournament. I own no songs that were mentioned in this story. BUT!!!!! But but but…I do own the songs Demyx sang. "Shining Star" and "Dark Angel" are songs that I wrote with the help of my amazing Zexion. If you want to hear them sung and played on my guitar or hear the end of "Shining Star", message me and I'll try to get them up on youtube. Anyway, see ya later!! *peace sign* Dem-Dem out!