A/N: This will not be a very cheerful chapter… but it will be a long one.

Introducing…. The Problem.

Crimson Tears

1. Anticipation

I spent the whole week anticipating the weekend. I'd get to party and drink all my problems away for a night. And possibly stay over night, giving me a break from Demyx.

After apologizing to the two problems Demyx immediately forgave me and became a clingy, talkative, annoying monkey hanging around my neck. Seriously, he was hanging around my neck. That's not a good thing considering I was trying to make a reputation for myself at this place. Demyx was ruining my reputation. He was acting like he was my friend, and hugging me constantly. How can I look like a tough guy if blondie keeps treating me like I'm his teddy bear?

It was Thursday and I already wanted to kill Demyx again. We had just run a mile in gym and I was hyperventilating. No, I don't have asthma; I'm just dead from running. And what does Demyx do when he finishes the mile? He goes up to a hyperventilating me and leans against me. I don't care how wiped he is from running; he is not allowed to use me for support, especially if I'm dead from exhaustion and angry to the point of violence because of it.

As soon as Demyx leans against me I push him off and I hear a thump as he hits the locker room floor. A second later I collapse onto the bench. Ugh… I feel like I'm gonna throw up.

"What the hell was that for?!" Demyx shouts at me. I blink open my eyes, he sounds about as angry as me. Mullet boy is pushing himself up into a sitting position, and glaring at me with eyes that, up until now, used to be light and shallow. Now they were like the eyes of a tiger, deep and deadly. I didn't know he had the ability to strike fear into anybody. Yet here he was, slightly disturbing me with the way he was glaring.

"That was for leaning on me when I was about to collapse," I growled, "Next time you do that, I'll break your spine."

Demyx continued glaring as he tried to slow his quick pants. God, can't the guy handle a run without losing his breathe? I know. I'm one to talk considering how well I handled the run. But hey, I'm pissed at the guy, what did you expect?

I think Zexion spotted us then. Because about a minute after I growled at his friend, he was pulling Demyx off the floor and taking him to the showers.

"Lucky petite bastard…"

I turned around after hearing someone behind me. It was the kid again. He was glaring at Zexion from where he was seated. I should probably tell him someday that his glares aren't intimidating, just pathetic. But today is not that day.

"Hey kid. Got something against Zexy?" I said to him.

Roxas jumped. Apparently he didn't expect anyone to hear him. After he realized it was me his body un-tensed and responded in an annoyed voice. "It's unfair. Everyone else has to run, and the little bastard gets to just sit and watch from the bleachers. He even gets credit for the day! And he doesn't even have health issues! Fucking bastard! There's nothing wrong with the little fucker, why does he get excused!"

Roxas sure does cuss like there's no tomorrow. And I thought I was mad. Before the blonde had a chance to continue with his rant someone shut him up.

"Roxas, Roxas, Roxas. You know better than to bash people, especially where a teacher c-ould he-ar you," Sora said to his brother in a singsong voice. He was hugging his brother behind and covering Roxy's mouth with his hand.

The captive brother pulled his brother's hand away and jumped out of his embrace. "God Damn it Sora! Warn me when you're gonna go and do that! You scared me…."

The brunette just giggled. "I'm sorry for scaring you Rox… But it's no fun if I warn you."

"Hey Sora," I said, remembering about his party. "Uh, you are having a party this Friday right?" I asked; hoping pink popular boy hadn't been pulling my leg.

"Yeah I am… who told you?" Asked the brunette.

"Marluxia… um, I am allowed to come, right?"

Sora smiled, "Of course Axel! The more the merrier!" it sounded so strange to hear someone happy to know I was going to be where they were. But in a good way.

Roxas moaned. "Oh man… I forgot about that. Why, why Sora? Why did you have to throw a party? I hate parties. And now I have to go…" He looked mortified. Who doesn't like parties?

"Exactly," Sora said happily, hugging his brother again," Now you have to dance and socialize… and maybe fall deeply in luuuvvveee." I was beginning to see why Roxas was always complaining about his brother.

"GET OFF ME SORA! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" Roxas screamed, pushing at his brother, and then stopping when he realized that pretty much everyone in the locker room was staring at him.

I could tell that Roxas would thank god later that the bell had rung only a minute after his 'little' outburst. I could hear Roxas mumbling as he nearly ran out of the locker room. "I am so staying in my dorm on Friday…"

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When I got back to my dorm Demyx was nowhere to be found. I sighed in relief and collapsed on the couch, drifting off into a badly needed nap. My dreams were filled with tiger eyes and trashy streets and pink pandas, they made no sense at all. I was glad when I woke up to the good old sanity filled world.

So far, this school hadn't been too bad. Sure I hadn't even been here a week, and the whole time I'd been complaining about Demyx, but really, this place was so much better then home. No one was out to get me here; no one was abusing/ ruining my life. I was finally far enough away from my so called 'father'. Maybe I won't mess this chance up. That would make my mom happy.

I sat up and looked around. The clock read 8:30. I got up, expecting to smell Demyx's cooking. But, I didn't. Where the hell was he?

I thought about the list of dorm rules. One if them was 'be in your dorm by 7:30 on week nights'. It was an hour past that. I was slightly worried.

I ended up falling asleep around ten; Demyx still hadn't come back by then.

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I don't know when exactly, but at some point during the night I was rudely awakened by someone violently shaking me awake. I actually thought someone was trying to murder me at first. "Ahhh! Who the h-e lllll?!" I half screamed, half yawned, falling off my bed.

"You finally woke." I heard a toneless voice say. I untangled myself from all my blankets and looked up, wishing my eyes would adjust to the darkness quicker. I wanted to see the face of my attacker.

A small hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me onto my feet. "C'mon," the voice said. Then the attacker started to drag me to the door, and then down the hall.

"Who? What're-"

"Shhh," the person stepped on my foot.

The person finally let go of me when he had succeeded in getting me outside. That's when I was at last able to see the bastard who attacked my sleeping body and lead me out here. It was Zexion. What the hell.

"Why the hell did you drag me out here? And… how did you get into my dorm?"

Zexion sighed and kicked me in the knee. "I wanted to talk to you where the walls aren't paper thin."

"ow," I rubbed my leg," you can do that without hurting me… you didn't answer my second question."

Zex sighed again, "Demyx's key." What a vague answer. I would've pressed the matter, but I was tired, and it was cold outside. Time to figure out what he wanted.

"Okay… so what do you want to say?"

Zexion kicked me again. "You need a reality check," was all he said.

I grabbed him by the shoulders, "Will you stop with the fucking kicking?!"

"If you stop causing others pain, I'll stop causing you pain." That little bitch was still mad about me shoving Demyx.

"Demyx was hurting me, he deserved-"

Zexion covered my mouth. "You don't get it, do you red-head?"

I was utterly clueless. Aren't you mad about me hurting your blonde buddy? My mouth was still covered.

"You can't continue on the way you're approaching things. You need to consider the way others feel. And if someone is hurting you, you tell them. You don't hurt them back. They can't hear you're thoughts."

Was he lecturing me on how I act? Oh come on. That's what a fucking principal does, not a little boy I have classes with.

"I have nothing against you Axel. You are an ignorant person, you don't realize what your actions do to others," oh I know exactly how they affect others, the effect is purposely caused. "So I have tolerated you. But stop, because after my warning, I won't disregard your actions." He finally uncovered my mouth.

"Didn't know you had so much to say," I stated sincerely. "But seriously Zexy, I don't really give a damn about what you think," that last part is said in a regular tone. Zexion twitched. "Sorry shorty, but everything you said went through one ear and out the other. Maybe next time you feel like giving advice you can shove it up your ass. Or better yet, go lecture your buddy Demy."

Zexion tried to pull himself free from the grip I'd had on his shoulders since he kicked me. "What's wrong? Want me to tell you why you're 'hurting' me, instead of disregarding how you feel?" I said sarcastically. I think I saw a tear or two betray Zexion about then.

"Aww, poor Zexy. First his friend gets hurt, and then he goes and hurts himself. Go ahead and cry, you're the one that needs to give it up." All of a sudden my body went rigid. "Fuck!!!" Ow, ow, ow, ow, owwwww, I'm gonna kill that little mother fucker… OWW!!

Zexion kicked me where he kicked Xemnas and ran inside.

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A/N: The party is Friday… what horrors will it bring!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!