The evil behind two faces

Chapter 5

"The beginning" by Demyx Yamanouchi

Unlike Axel, I don't remember the start of elementary school that well. Sure, I have some memories of the first two years there, but not the exact first day. When he tells me about it, I believe him. What I said that day about my summer vacation sounds a lot like something I'd say. Apperently I told the class that I loved the sea, the color blue and pretty much anything that had to do with water. Still sounds like me.
One of the memories of the first two years in elementary school is that at some point another kid and I had the exact same sweater with two cows on it, and somehow always managed to wear it at the same time. Another memory is the swimming classes. I absolutely loved those, as I got to spend time in the water, something I loved from the beginning. I remember Axel having more trouble with it, as it appeared that he wasn't such a big fan of water.
One of the larger memories is the one where Axel came to our house one morning with a bright red handprint on his left cheek. I think it was somewhere in our first year. I asked him what happened, and he told me that some kids had beaten him up after school. Something that's impossible, as we always went home together. So if he had gotten beaten by some kids, I would've known and I would've tried to stop them. I decided to let it rest for the moment and we went inside to have breakfast.
That's another thing I can recall pretty clearly: the bullying. Axel has always been somewhat of an outcast, always the center of bullying, the one kid everyone beat or kicked somewhere in time, just because he wouldn't do anything about it. He wouldn't hit back, he wouldn't tell the teachers, he didn't do anything. That's why I would hit the kids, why I would tell the teachers. That they didn't do anything about it, was something out of my league. If I could, I was there beside him, facing the bullies. Sure, a four or five year old isn't capable of kicking some eight year old's ass, but I kept trying.

The thing I remember best of those two years is that one time that my mom decided that she would bake cookies with us. Why I remember it so clearly is because the whole kitchen was covered in flower. It was a pretty damn sticky mess afterwards, but it were the best cookies ever. It was just a random day, somewhere, I guess, in the second year. Axel had been quiet all day, something my mother noticed right away, as she knew him about as well as she knew me, her own son. So after school she had bought everything we'd need to cheer Axel up: the ingredients for a whole bunch of cookies.
At first it went pretty okay, my mom let us weigh the flower, sugar and butter and let us mix everything. As we couldn't read, and my mom was off to get something, we didn't know it had to be done at a certain speed... that's why the whole ordeal became so messy. Apperently, it was supposed to be mixed at the lowest speed the mixer has. We, as a little overenthousiastic kids, put the thing on the highest speed. The result was that the flower and sugar went flying everywhere, and that the butter got stuck in the mixer. When my mom got back, she couldn't do anything but laughing for about fifteen minutes.
After we cleaned a little, my mom mixed all the ingredients together for the second time, and let us make forms in the cookies. We spelled our names, as my mom told us how to make the letter. Axel made a lion and an elephant and I made some fishes and a dolphin. Back at the time, those were our favourite animals, something that –for me at least- is still correct these days.
Anyway, while waiting for the cookies to be baked in the oven, Axel and I discussed the biggest problem we had as a five year old: which toys we would play with the next day at school. It appeared that Axel wanted to play in the sand corner, and I wanted to play with the cars. This was a problematic thing, as Axel wouldn't go play without me. In the end we decided that we would play with the cars in the sand (something our teacher wasn't too thrilled about the day we did it... as we killed about four cars).
When the cookies were edible, my mom told us to sit in front of the tv and eat them, with some milk to drink. That day we watched Bambi, you know, the movie about the deer that loses his mom and becomes friends with the rabbit and all. This is something I recall quite v ivid, as Axel cried when the mother died. My mom comforted him and gave him some more cookies.

After that day, we never watched Bambi again, but the baking cookies became something we did more often.

AN:

Elementary school is based on the system we have in the Netherlands. The grades go from 1-8, where the american grades go from 1-6. First grade American is third grade Dutch. hope that explains that... I had this idea worked out all the way before I realized that the school systems are different. I can't change it anymore, because I'll get confused like hell and the timeline won't be accurate anymore.
Hope you understand.
The sweater thing is something that happened to me xD
Characters belong to Square Enix, story belongs to me.
Inspiration from "The other side isn't so green" and "Here at the other side" By Sammy-Dee.

Warning: there will be abuse and boylove in this story. Don't like don't read.

Hope you enjoyed.

~DSL