Zexion watched carefully as his new roommate read over the list of rules he had printed for him, his mind racing for ideas of how to keep a certain redhead from learning he was living now with the object of his desire. It wasn't so much to protect the blonde, who was sitting on his stack of suitcases with a look of hard concentration, but rather himself because he would never hear the end of it if Axel found out in a way that left him with little time to prepare for the onslaught. I should just set them up on a date and tell Demyx not to breathe a word about me to Axel. He would hear enough about it when he went out with Axel, as would Luxord, just like everything else related to Demyx.

"So, like, I can do all these things on your list, Zexy." The older man wanted to rub his face at the nickname that Demyx crowned him with. "But I can't promise I won't have friends popping into the room to talk to me."

As long as it's not Marluxia, or I'm gone, that's fine.

The shorter of the two thought, attempting to brush some of his hair from in front of his face only to have the metallic locks fall back into place and obscure the right side of his face. "That rule is a bit too much for as for, I suppose. Luxord and Axel have a tendency of suddenly appearing to ask questions for their assignments, anyway."

A strange light appeared suddenly in Demyx's green eyes and Zexion couldn't help but raise an eyebrow though it was hidden from the teenager. Did he appear so happy from hearing only Axel's name? He vaguely wondered if perhaps Demyx wasn't as oblivious as he seemed, or if his friend had gone with his idea and asked the musician to go to one of Yuna's concerts. Or perhaps it just dawned on the blonde that he was roommates with a genius and was trying to think of ways to get him to do his homework. Demyx was cute, but not that cute, and he really wondered how he got into Radiant Academy though he'd never say anything about it. Even if Axel said something similar, if anyone but him said so Axel would jump to Demyx's defense before anyone could blink.

He was drawn from his musings by the sound of David Bowie floating through his room and Zexion raised his gaze from the ground to see that Demyx was already putting his things away, slowly but surely, as with the music playing from his iPod he was more interested in dancing than cleaning up his mess of suitcases and clothing that had, quite rapidly, covered the floor. Why did I have to get him? At least Marluxia had a sense of cleanliness.

"When is your first class today, Demyx?" Zexion asked after at least fifteen minutes of watching the teenager dance and put away one shirt in the dresser and a quick glance at his wrist watch. He had moved his things earlier so all his clothes fit in the bottom two drawers, and even though Demyx hadn't said anything, the amused look on his face when he said so made Zexion's eyes narrow. It wasn't his fault he was a bit on the shorter side. At least he was taller than Sora and Roxas, though it was a small comfort.

"10:30, why?"

"It's 10:15." The way Demyx suddenly paused was priceless, as was the way he shoved his iPod into his pocket after turning it off and grabbed his math book. The only reason for the sudden skip in his step was that Zexion needed to show Demyx to the building that he needed to go. They had both gone over the blonde's schedule and, as Luxord would say, Lady Luck had smiled down on Demyx. If Demyx didn't have class with Zexion, as he did in sociology, then he was in class with Axel, Luxord, or apparently Marluxia and Demyx had little chance of not getting lost on the large campus.

Zexion didn't leave classroom until noon, as he had to wait for Demyx to continue writing down the notes on the blackboard but he really didn't mind. It almost made him smile seeing him so dedicated, but Zexion was sure Demyx would revert to his usual ways by the middle of the semester and made a note to himself to make a bet with Luxord over it.

The two of them exchanged numbers, as it just entered Demyx's mind once they stepped out of the room because he got a new phone so the other number he had was obsolete, and Zexion nodded a goodbye when Demyx ran up the steps to go to his second class. He smirked imagining what Axel would do if he snooped around in his phone and saw a text from Demyx. It had always burned the redhead that he always had Demyx's number while he didn't, but he knew it had slipped Axel's mind. I wonder if they have any classes together? Axel never did tell me his exact schedule.

Seeing as his phone was still out, Zexion pressed one to speed dial Luxord's number and brought the small, silver device up to his ear and was glad when the ringing became the platinum blonde's smooth voice quite quickly. He didn't really like the constant noise while waiting for someone to pick up their phone, but there was nothing he could do about it. At least it wasn't obnoxious elevator music.

"It's rare to hear from you so soon in the day, Zexion."

"I didn't know if Axel was in class or not." Luxord's laugh filled his ears at the quick and near harsh reply, and it made Zexion smirk again, though just slightly. "And I'm hungry. I assume you're out of class?"

"Ah, yes, but I'm a little busy... I can meet you outside The Bare Necessities in ten minutes or so?"

Zexion did rub at his face a little at that, smirk falling, knowing exactly what would cause such a delay never mind the slight edge to Luxord's voice. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Only Luxord... He thought, wanting to be amused at the picture of his twin's face, for it was surely amusing, but found it hard to feel anything but complete exasperation. "That's fine, Luxord." And he hung up.

About fifteen minutes later Zexion was outside of The Bare Necessities, sipping on a strawberry banana smoothie, and not a moment later Luxord walked inside the colorful health food restaurant with his twin behind him with a sour look on his face. There was a fifty-fifty chance as to why the taller and older twin had dragged his other half out into the real world. It was either because they were fooling around in his sports car again and Luxord didn't have time to drop Vexen off, or he thought the long haired blonde could use some sun for his pale skin and hone his social skills a little more. Or it could be a mixture of the two and either way Zexion wasn't surprised.

"Sorry about being a few minutes late." Luxord said as he approached the short man. Vexen stayed close to his side, though he hardly hesitated to slide into the free side of the booth Zexion chose and tell his brother that he wanted a pineapple smoothie. As usual the green eyed twin was dressed in all white, and Zexion couldn't help a small part of him that hoped something would dirty his clothes. He had never seen Vexen in anything but white, and Luxord had told him he even wore it to all his science classes, even chemistry.

Somehow or another Zexion actually got the thin man to talk to him about nothing other than science, they even exchanged grins and smiles now and then, and Zexion knew that Vexen had to be happy to some degree and it wasn't just the psychologist in him deducing such. He had met the other enough times to know that he was about as animated as Luxord, which justified his surprise whenever Luxord was enthusiastic about anything but gambling. Maybe it was just because Luxord always tried to make Vexen talk about normal things when he was invited into their little circle that he had never seen him the way he did now. It was obvious by the arm motions, the same his brother used, that Vexen loved science as much as Luxord loved playing cards and Zexion doubted he knew many that could keep up with him on such a topic.

The tannest of the three returned after a few more minutes with Vexen's drink and a pomegranate and blueberry smoothie of his own. With Luxord back at the table the conversation took a completely different turn and Vexen recoiled a bit into his shell again but he didn't have a face as if he had taken a bite of a lemon.

"So, tell me something, Zexion." Luxord started around his straw, talking again once he swallowed. "Have you run into him yet or is it too early?"

"It's too early and hopefully it'll stay that way, though I don't have much hope with who my roommate is."

"Who is your roommate?" Vexen asked at the very same time Luxord laughed and said, "You're too negative, you know."

"Demyx." The steel-blue haired man sighed, and laid his head in his hand, glancing at Vexen, who had paled slightly in his thoughts. Now that he thought about, Vexen was close with Marluxia and Demyx, wasn't he? He had nearly forgotten and the longer Vexen stayed quiet, the tenser Zexion could feel himself becoming. Just because he had stayed quiet for so long didn't mean Vexen would stay so.

Vexen finally sighed heavily after a moment and looked at Zexion. "If you're still... avoiding Marluxia, I can give you his schedule for this semester so you're chances of running into him are cut in half, or further if you don't spend much time in the dorms."

Zexion let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding and let his eyes close for a moment. "That would be delightful, Vexen, thank you."

"Well, aren't you two just the best of buddies. I can't believe that you used to tease him so much back in high school watching you two now, Zexion." Luxord teased, making Vexen's cheeks flush ever so slightly as he continued typing something into his phone, which Zexion could only assume was Marluxia's schedule, and once again he found himself smirking.

"Please, Luxord. We're not children anymore." He said and flipped his phone open when he got the text, thanking Vexen again as the banter between him and Luxord continued, leaving Vexen to sit there a bit awkwardly though he did laugh once or twice when Zexion shot a comment at Luxord that actually left the gambler dumb stuck for a moment.

At some point the conversation turned to books and by the time they left The Bare Necessities, and only because they all had a class at 1:30, with the clock being 1PM, Zexion had promised to stop by their house later that night for dinner and to loan Vexen some of his books in exchange for some of Vexen's.

"You know you'll just be stuck making dinner." Luxord grinned with his hand on his car door. Vexen was already inside and Zexion could see the smile that tugged at his features.

"I'll bring over one of my cook books for Vexen to study as well." He grinned as well and waved briefly to the two, leaving Luxord to explain why he was laughing to Vexen and returned to his own car.

It was 4PM by the time Zexion left Saix's, his psychology professor, office and Zexion could think of little else than how much he wanted a white chocolate mocha. He had taken one of Saix's classes before, a sex psychology class which had been very interesting, so he decided to take it upon himself to discuss project ideas with the blue-maned man even though it was the first day of the semester. And though Zexion knew that he'd be at least an hour with his teacher, he hadn't expected to be as tired as he was after discussing so much that wasn't even relevant to his projects.

As Zexion made his way down the halls to his room to drop his books off and maybe shower and change before going to Luxord and Vexen's place, he pulled out his phone to call Luxord just to tell him about his plans, and that he'd be at their house around 5PM or so. He was still talking to his friend when someone walked into him again and nearly made him drop his phone. Zexion looked up this time to see who he had bumped into this time and felt his heart skip a beat. In front of him, towering over him, was his old fling, the ex, the one he tried to forget, Marluxia.

Zexion hated how mortified he felt, how shocked he surely looked, but at least Marluxia looked as surprised as he did. He could see all the questions appear in the young man's eyes, all over his face, and Zexion didn't want to hear a single one of them.

"Hey, Zexion, are you okay?" He heard Luxord's muffled voice say and it was enough to snap both men from their trace.

"I'm here." The aqua eyed schemer said as he turned on his heel, nearly running down the hallway though he didn't hear footsteps following him. "There's been a change of plans. I'll be there in a few minutes."