Chapter Seven: He Marks What He Wants

By the time I arrive back at dorm number 6139, everybody is home. Demyx is already making something that looks absolutely revolting in the kitchen, Larxene's sitting in my seat, watching whatever crap is on, and of course, our dear Zexion is still stuck in that obese book. I pull the collar off my shirt over the love bite a little more, thankful that today I decided to wear some gay-ass college shirt.

All I need to do, is get to my room. Then I can see how big this fucking mark is on my neck. Maybe I can find some more shirts that will cover the sucker up.

But first – sneaking past idiots.

I close the door softly behind me, not interrupting Zexion from his reading. Larxene could care less if I'm back or not. I'm just worried about Demyx.

Two steps into the room and I'm plummeted to the ground with a body on top of me.

"Ow, fuck..." I whine, my eyes squeezed shut.

"Roxassssssssssss!" Did he really have to emphisize on the "ass" part? I glare up at Demyx, but he smiles sweetly.

"What?" I snap.

"Jeez, no need to be a meanie-bo-beanie." Oh how I'd like to roll my eyes right then and there, more or less let my head drop back, "Anyways, I know you hate parties and stuff, but my friend is throwing a party for Summer Break coming soon, and I get to be the DJ!" Damn he looks excited, "And I was wondering if you'd... y'know... go to the party... with me?"

Whoa whoa whoa, hold the fuck up.

I'm sorry, but did I hear him right?

I stare at him like he's stupid, and immediately regret it, seeing tears wound up in his eyes. "I'm sorry, forget it!" He cries, getting off me in seconds and running towards his room. I blink in confusion. What the fuck just happened?

Larxene glances at me and she has this cold smirk on his face. "Jeez, Roxas, don't need to be so mean to the poor kid."

"I didn't say anything," I snap at her.

"That's the point, dumbass,"

"Whatever." I sigh and pull myself up to my feet, my hand immediately going to the love bite. Okay, good, I'm still covered. Pulling my backpack... wait, huh? Where's my- I had my backpack! I swear I did! Did I- what? No, crap, my backpack... I did take it to my classes, right? Yeah, I remember reaching into it when Xigbar had asked me for an extra pencil for him to "borrow" … ahem, I meant steal. And then I remember swinging it over the chair when I sat down in detention... I swear to God I had it on my back while I was walking in the hallway, right? ...No... I don't remember...

"Damn it," I hiss to myself. The bitch in my chair glances at me before shrugging, as if probably thinking my problems weren't worth knowing and she went back to watching "1000 Ways to Die". Damn, I'm gonna watch that show one day, and I'm gonna plot everyone's deaths differently. It'll be perfect...

Okay, who are possible suspicious people that would steal my backpack? Larxene is, of course, one of them. Axel would definitely be another, though I'm not sure why he would want to steal my backpack. Those idiots with the British guy are more possible suspicions.

A sighs escapes my lips. No, I can't think about my backpack at this time. I have to go make amends with Demyx... even though I'm not sure if he even asked me out, now that I think of it. Did he? Or did I just freak out like the idiot I am? Meh, whatever. Let's see if Demy will talk to me!

I walk up to Demyx's door and knock a few times. All I get is a sniffle.

"Demyx-" I say quietly, but I'm cut off when the door locks itself. I scowl, but say nothing about it. "Demyx, come on, let me in. I didn't really say anything, so I never really, uh, turned you down..." I rub the back of my neck, and wait a few moments. All I can hear now is the TV talking about a baby's ass and how soft it is. God, I think some pedophiles got to together just to make those little wipes you use to clean off a baby's ass. Or at least make your skin feel like it.

I'm brought out of my thoughts as I hear the door hesitantly unlock. Taking a deep breath, I grip the doorknob and push it open, only for it to collide with Demyx's head.

"Oww!" He cries, "Why'd you do that!"

"I-I didn't mean to," I stammer, blushing in embarrassment. I can hear Larxene laughing her head off, obviously hearing everything. I step inside and slam the door behind me; a silent way to tell Larxene to shut the fuck up. Of course, her laughter still seeps through the door. Ugh, God, I think I'm getting even more of a headache with her little laughter. It sounds like a dying cow or something.

Demyx seems to have recovered from the "attack" because he's sulking now, his back pressed against the door and his eyes locked onto his hands, which are dangling on his knees. He's acting like I'm not there anymore. I sigh and sit down in front of him.

"Demyx," I start, but he shakes his head.

"Forget I said anything," He mumbles. I frown.

"C'mon, Demyx..." I sigh, "you just caught me off guard." His eyes flicker to mine, and for a moment, I just feel blank. I'm not usually like this...

"So... will you um...?" He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Er..." Do I want to go with to some party? For God's sake, I hate parties. They're nothing but trouble, not to mention if it's a college party, it's going to have alcohol in it. Another thing I hate. Liquor; beer; vodka; anything with alcohol – I'm out. But, then again, I have never seen Demyx drink before, so we'll have each other, in the big crowd of drunken idiots. "Sure-" I can say no more because his arms wrap around me and he throws himself at me like one of those bear hugs little kids give you when they miss you a lot. But he isn't little – he's fucking huge compared to me. So imagine a midget my size (don't fucking say a word) being toppled over by a huge oaf like Demyx.

Yeah, let's just say a string of colorful words came out of my mouth.

"Calm down!" Demyx whines while I look up at him- okay, well, more like glare. He giggles at me scowl, but his smile suddenly disappears. Odd – he usually never lets his smile fade that quickly. Not unless something is seriously wrong.

"Demyx?" While I call out to him, I go to grab his shoulder, but he flinches back. What's gotten into him?

"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap," He keeps muttering that under his breath, jumping off of me. I give him a weird look.

"Demyx, what's wrong?" I ask, slowly pulling myself up.

"Y-You didn't tell me you were his property! I would've never asked you to go with me! I swear! Please don't tell Axel!" What? What is he going on about? Property? I-

Fuck.

I reach up and touch my neck.

Bare. Flesh.

Fuck...

Ugh, what now? He saw the love bite, and he's freaking out. Wait, why did he say I was Axel's property? I'm nobody's property.

"D-Demyx!" I shout over all his quiet muffled sobs. He's seriously taking it to heart, and I don't even know why. His eyes shoot up to mine, and he cocks his head to the side, as if confused on why I'm not angry or something. "Calm down. Now tell me: Why did you say 'property'?" You'd think I'd be more into asking why he wouldn't want me to tell Axel, but Jesus, I fucking hate being someone's property.

"R-Roxas," He stutters, looking absolutely terrified, "he marks what he wants."

"... Axel?"

Demyx nods rather vigorously. And I reply with giving him a rather stupid look.

"Um, not to be rude, Dem, but I'm not anyone's fucking property."

"B-But-"

"No buts – Axel doesn't own me just because he 'marked' me. Now, if anything, I'd like to get some chips, kick that bitch out of my chair, and go to sleep." Demyx smiles and he nods, hugging me once me. Ew, I hate hugs. But...

I sigh and return the hug.

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The date is in two weeks.

And everybody is going. Not to sound like an anti-social freak, but Jesus, that's just too many people for my liking. If anything, I'd just wish only my friends would attend. Can you blame me? Over 300 kids are gonna be going. I'm gonna end up being a wall-flower. And that also means-

Ew, that also means Axel is going. Fan-fucking-tastic.

By the time I woke up from my nap that I dearly love, I notice something different right off the bat.

Zexion isn't reading.

What the fuck is that bookworm up to? All he's doing is staring at the table like it's some kind of new, expensive book.

"Hey," I say to him, but it's like he doesn't hear me at all. My eyebrows come together and I slowly stand up, but before I can make a move, the apartment door bursts open. My head snaps to the person stupid enough to just break down the door (assuming it might be Larxene), and I connect eyes with the bastard of the day.

A/N: I am SO sorry, guys! I swear to God this chapter was possibly the hardest to get out. I don't know why. I won't give you an excuses, because there isn't any. I shouldn't have waited so long to post this up (I originally had this longer, but due to my depressed state, I decided to cut the last part and just put this up).

Please don't hate me! If anything, blame my damn depression. I've fallen deep into sadness because apparently everything is my fault, a quote from my "friend", and now I'm about a thread away from losing my only best friend in school. I've been crying for over three or four days now. I don't want to lose her as friend... I love her as a sister...

Andddddddddddddd I'm rambling! Anyway review, please? It'll make me feel a helluva lot better.