I am a horrible peson please don't mind me
'...' means that this is a thought
"..." words said outloud
'This is illogical' a little voice in the back of Zexions mind stated. 'It doesn't matter," he fiercely shoot back. 'He hurt Demyx'
"Zexy, I do plan on taking a shower this morning, so please get to the point." The flower-boy said through a very exaggerated yawn.
Zexion's body acted on it's own, he lunged at Marluxia and threw him against the floor, nearly landing on bodies occupying the room's tiled floor. There was the glimpse of red hair sticking out from the comforter that was cascading from the bed. Zexion eyes grew wide with shock, had he really thrown, of all people Marlixia, on the floor. He almost felt a swell of pride for his action. Still, from shock, the slate haired boy gaped as Marluxia let out a sickening laugh. The laugh rolled from the walls and seemed to echo and fill the room with the assaulting noise.
"Really Zexy if you wanted to play, all you had to do was ask."
Zexion shuddered at the thought of what Marluxia called playing. From there the flower boy stood, knocking the stunned scholar of him. He went over to the bed and stop. Then glanced at his surrounding, as if just realizing there were other people snoozing on the ground in the most uncomfortable positions imaginable. He kicked whatever body was under the blanket, which had turned out to be Axel, he glided around his room roughly waking other members in the room; Luxord, Larxine, and Vexen.
"My head is splitting, hells teeth I have a hangover." Luxord groaned slowly sitting up.
Larxine swiftly walked by and knocked him to the ground, "You idiot, that wonderful feeling like a blowling ball had been shoved up your ass, isn't part of a hang over. Get up!" She scrunched her nose and preceded to leave the room, "Oh and mar mar, never again with Vexen." She made her stage exit out of the door.
Axel for once in his life was silent as he left the room meekly, he keep his gaze down and seem to avoid the four feet near Marluxia. Just as he was making his exit, he stopped short.
"You won't hurt him?" he asked, voice hesitant, eyes still cast downward.
Marluxia looked down at the paralyzed Zexion, "No, I have no need for Roxas anymore. I have my plaything for the day."
A monstrous bang was heard from the corner of the room. Axel slipped out of the room, at the sight of Vexen. It appeared he had thrown a book at the wall. Zexion would have winced at the poor treatment of the book, if not for the fact that he was still in utter shock at the predicament he was in, was he not here to show the flower boy a lesson about fooling around with Demyx.
"You've never cared!" Vexen screamed. "You just play these games with my head…with my body." The scientist began to loose momentum in his augment. "You play it with everybody. I feel like an experiment with no control subject to refer to. Somehow calculations went wrong and now I'm here...every night." Vexen left the room with heavey words muttering from under his breath.
Mar Mar, walked thoughtfully to the door and closed it, lockingbehind him. He turned to Zexion, whom had backed himself against the bed. He knew what was coming. His body knew. A dew of sweat became to blossom, the tempo of his heart sped up, and he glared at Marluxia.
"You know I do care." The pink haired nobody said. "I don't know why. I shouldn't, we haven't hearts to feel emotions such as love…even lust. Am I just remembering what it felt like to care? I do agree with Vexen, there is something wrong with the calculations. I just can't put my finger on it."
bad mar mar. Poor Zexy. How will he handle this happening...agian. Will Demyx find out...and what is ascrew in the 'calculations'?
Find out next time!