Demyx walked home by himself. Practice had been cut short due to the weather, so now he was on his way home early. He ran his fingers through the now flattened mullhawk, cursing the rain as he tried to restore some life to the once upright spikes.
The Watera household was a little way out of town, not all that far, but not really a great distance to be walking. The journey was made all that more ironic by the fact that he did in fact have a car, his much loved Chevelle which his parents had bought him when he'd turned seventeen last summer. The slightly beat up vehicle was his most priced possession. (Well, his second most priced possession after his guitar, but not many people knew about that.) But alas, it too had been taken away from him when his grades started to drop below what his parents deemed expectable and now he was being forced to walk home in the rain. Demyx didn't even consider calling one of them for a lift, his Father was always at work and his Mother hadn't picked him up from school since third grade. They were living proof that having money didn't make for a happy family, but rather quite the opposite.
By the time the blonde reached the house, he was in a very poor mood. He trekked up the ridiculously long driveway, eyeing the majestic house with distain. No doubt neither of his parents were home. They fought a lot, not physical fighting, just hurling about money and verbal abuse.
Tossing his school bag further over his shoulder, Demyx rummaged through his pockets for his key and before shoving it impatiently into the lock. Everything about the house was expensive and over done, the entrance hall being no exception. White marble, sweeping staircase, crystal chandeliers... Demyx merely huffed at the sight of it, kicking of his trainers by the door with no one around to tell him not to.
Family portraits hung on the wall, and as he walked up the stairs he caught sight of one of him and Larxene; it was a fairly old picture, taken when they had visited Morocco. The two of them were stood in front of a large fountain, smiling for the camera. Seconds after the picture was taken, the taller blonde had pushed him into the fountain for saying something about her hair.
Demyx smiled slightly at the memory, his sister had left for college two years ago, she was kind of a bitch but he still missed her. With any luck, she'd be visiting them for Christmas this year, not spending it with her boyfriend like she had last time.
With slightly heavier steps, he walked to his room, dumping his school bag on the bed, and was about to go get a shower when his laptop made a loud 'ping'.
Having half a mind to ignore whoever it was, Demyx opened the offending MacBo and scrolled through his messages.
PyroKing08: Dem, u home?
Demyx sighed and quickly typed back a reply.
Mullhawk~9: Yep bout to have a shower, wats up?
PyroKing08: Have u seen Kairi?
Axel replied instantly and Demyx tapped impatiently at the keyboard.
Mullhawk~9: No she's probably with Riku.
PyroKing08: Guess so... guys a bastard.
Mullhawk~9: Good enough for you to buy weed off though.
PryoKing08: Doesn't mean he can date my cousin.
Mullhawk: Whatever I gotta go.
PyroKing08: You wanna hang out somewhere tonight?
Mullhawk~9: No.. finals remember?
PyroKing08: Oh yeah... haha you're fucked.
Mullhawk~9: Thanks for the support.
Demyx stood up and grabbed a towel. Axel could be an asshole at times. Well, most of the time, to be honest, but he was a nice guy at heart.
...And talking of finals, he still hadn't found those Spanish notes. 'Shit.' The blonde cursed, it would take hours to redo all that. Axel was right, he was seriously fucked.
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Zexion had been stood outside in the rain for almost an hour now. Fortunately, no one seemed to have noticed. The sky was slowly growing dark and anyone else might have might have given up by now, but not Zexion, he had all the time in the world. The short teenager held a large umbrella over his head as he watched the scene unfolding before him on the other side of the road with a composed expression.
A small coffee shop lit the dark street like a beacon. By the large window, a group of girls sat around a table, all smiling widely in silent laughter. The teen went unnoticed as he watched carefully their every movement. His eyes narrowed in concentration, any second now...
Something seemed to attract the attention of the girls and they all turned to one another, before one of them pulled a phone out of her bag and rolled her eyes as she answered. It was like watching a silent movie, the girl, a pretty brunette in a pink dress stood up and began talking animatedly on the phone. She looked to be arguing with someone.
Zexion shifted slightly, preparing himself to make a move. The girl talked into the mobile for another minute, and then hung up on whoever it was. She turned to her friends and said something, after which they all gave her sympathetic looks. A second later she was walking out the door of the coffee shop.
The slate hair teen crossed the road and began to follow her. His footsteps went unheard and after about a minute he jogged forward a few paces a called out.
'Hey!' The girl turned around irritation clear on her face.
'What?' She snapped turning to face him.
'Um, do you want to share my umbrella? You're going to catch a cold in the rain like that.' Zexion gave the brunette a sweet smile and watched as her expression changed from annoyance to something more inviting.
'Oh, o-okay.' Zexion held out the umbrella and she scooted towards him with a slightly sheepish smile.
Together they walked down the quiet road. It was late and the street lights did little to brighten the dark sidewalk, no one else was about, just the two of them and as ever, Zexion was having no doubts that everything would go according to plan. He turned to the brunette, a charming smile back on his face.
'So, what are you doing out at this time? It's getting kinda late you know and these streets aren't all that safe.'
'I'm okay.' She replied sweetly, 'I was just out with some friends,' Her expression briefly resorted to one of anger, 'then my stupid cousin told me to come home 'cos he thought I'd was hanging out with some guy he doesn't like.'
'Oh,' Zexion kept his tone interested, 'that doesn't sound very nice of him.'
'I know, right? Riku's not even my boyfriend!' she said in a huff, 'I mean, Riku has a boyfriend for god's sake!'
The older teen found that slightly amusing, but offered her a sympathetic 'hmm' none the less and they walked in silence for a few more minutes.
'I'm Kairi by the way.' The girl said suddenly.
'Zexion,' he replied, offering another smile, which she happily returned. He had her trust now, might as well make a move.
'You look cold,' Zexion said quietly, 'here, take this.' And removed his coat.
'Ah, a real gentlemen.' Kairi giggled, as the teen wrapped the coat about her shoulders, 'But won't you be-'
Her voice cut off as a cloth was pressed over her face. The umbrella dropped to the ground as Zexion wrapped both his arms around her, wrestling against her weak attempts to escape. Within seconds, the body went limp in his arms.
The slate haired teen smiled to himself. Easy as ever... He removed the cloth from her face and scooped up the girl. Zexion was only petite himself, but fortunately Kairi was very light and it took little effort for him to carry her. That was the difficult part over.
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The Yellow Box was a large warehouse on the outskirts of Twilight Town. It was once used as a storage facility for boat parts, but that was over 50 years ago and all that remained was a huge drafty building. Needless to say, it wasn't often visited.
In fact, the only person who ever came by the warehouse was Zexion. Well, other people did as well, but lets just say that Zexion was the only one who ever left.
The Yellow Box had been a present of sorts, and was now almost like a second home to him. He found comfort in the huge empty rooms with their high concrete ceilings. When he was there, it was almost like he really didn't exist. Of course, right now though, he was working.
Carefully, he manoeuvred the still unconscious girl onto a table in the middle of the room. She looked as though she would be out cold for a while yet, so he left her alone for moment as he began sorting through what he would need.
This would once have been where engineers worked on the engines of ships. Unused machinery rusted in the corners and there were several worktops covered with clutter that Zexion had never bothered to move. It all had an untouched feel to it, as though the workers would return at any minute.
There were a few things that he'd changed though. A medicine cabinet stood beside a broken furnace, filled with various medical instruments he'd salvaged from the first aid room, along with some other stuff he'd just collected from around the warehouse. Most of the tools were anything but sterile, not that it mattered very much.
The table had already been there for him though, which was a good job because he couldn't have moved a stone table on his own. So had the cameras.
Cameras everywhere... At first he'd found it a little unnerving, but by now he was very much used to it. They caught his every movement, the lens's subtly focusing in and out with quiet clicks.
The teen shuffled through the cabinet, selecting a scalpel and a syringe and setting them on the side. He then picked through the drawers until he found a bottle filled with a clear fluid. With practiced precision he half filled the syringe. She's small, he though, I won't be needing too much.
That is if he needed it at all, paralysis was a last resort. He didn't usually have much of a problem keeping them restrained but it never hurt to be too cautious.
The teen hummed softly as he turned back to the table where the girl lay. He briefly considered taking a larger knife as well, but then figured he would do just fine with the scalpel. Blood loss was always a good way to go and he wasn't feeling awfully creative today anyway.
The table had leather buckles in each corner designed exactly for this purpose. Zexion had just begun securing one of the girl's ankles when he heard a noise. He glanced up and was met with Kairi's sky blue eyes staring directly at him.
Fuck.
He lunged towards her and grabbed one of her wrists. Kairi let out a scream and began fighting to free her ankle, using her other foot to kick Zexion in the chest.
Momentarily winded, Zexion's grip on her wrist slackened and she managed to pull free. Kairi through herself off the table and tore her ankle from the binding with a sickening snap that sounded a lot like braking bone. She stumbled a few steps before the slate haired boy tackled her to the ground.
Zexion's mind was in a panic. This had never happened before. If she escaped... He would be condemned, she'd call the police before he could do anything about it.
He tried desperately to pin her, but having mobile victims wasn't something he was used to and she almost managed to slip from his grip a second time. Zexion pulled himself upright, and locked an arm around Kairi's chest. He dragged her back to the table, her feet scraping futilely against the floor as she continued to scream.
Just as he'd managed to wrestle her onto the pedestal, an elbow came up and collided with his shoulder, the force was enough to send him off balance and the teen lost his footing. He stumbled backwards and the last memory he had was of his head impacting with stone before he fell unconscious.
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Spanish was officially the stupidest language in the universe.
Demyx dropped his head onto to the table with an exasperated sigh.
How can 'soy' and 'estoy' both mean 'I am'? It was pointless! And he had to learn all this for tomorrow!
The blonde looked up at the digital clock on his desk. 10:30 pm. He'd been studying for over five hours now, this was getting lame. He wondered why he was even trying to please his parents, it wasn't like they were going to notice anyway. They only cared when his grades where bad. Even at this time, neither were home yet. He had to keep reminding himself that he was only doing this to get his beloved Chevelle back.
Shoving the pile of text books aside, Demyx opened his laptop and began scrolling disinterestedly through his Facebook. It was at that moment that his phone rang. Demyx fished the thing out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID.
'Axel.' He muttered.
He didn't really want to answer it, the redhead was probably only going to tell him that he was missing another great pot-filled party. Honestly, he had no sensitivity for his current 'no partying' status. Though why he was calling him, Demyx had no idea, they usually just texted.
Perhaps it was that curiosity which made the tired blonde answer his phone, instead of ignoring it like he'd wanted to. Perhaps he felt just the slightest hint of foreboding that told him it was going to be something important.
Either way, he did answer it, and within ten minutes he was in his car, speeding out of town, looking for a warehouse called the Yellow Box.
Okay, thanks for reading!
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