First three chapters of My Life's A Soap Opera
My Life's a Soap Opera
Prologue
They say that everyone has their own amount of unhappiness in their life. They also say that how you handle it and what kind of person it turns you into depends on how much happiness you have. While I won’t say I like unhappiness by any means, I don’t think I would like the human race if there wasn’t at least some unhappiness in the world, because then we wouldn’t technically have happiness.
Am I making any sense?
I didn’t think so.
Sorry, I tend to ramble like that. It doesn’t take much to get me distracted and off topic.
What was I going to tell you? Oh yeah! This is another one of those “This is my story, so glad you have the time to sit an listen to me ramble about how much my life sucked before that one special person came into my life and fixed it for me” stories. Sort of, anyway. Wow, that was a mouthful. Well, if you’re still interested in listening, then by all means sit down and listen. If not, I’m not going to handcuff you to the chair. I learned my lesson about that with Larxene.
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Don’t ask. I won’t tell. I like my sanity (what’s left of it) quite well thank you, and recalling that particular incident-
I’m off topic again, aren’t I?
See, I told you, I am easily distracted!
Anyway! I probably don’t have the worst life in the world, just one of the most fucking dramatic. I mean, you watch the news all the time and there is much worse shit going on in other people’s lives. For example, everyone in my family could be dead. I could be a junkie on the streets selling himself for money to pay for the smack or whatever I’m hooked on, before one day tragically getting HIV or something else just as bad, or worse. Then I would end up slowly wasting away in a gutter by myself with no one to care for me because I’m a disease-ridden, homeless whore that no one would want to touch or help. Before you knew it, I would waist away and eventually die in my own private, filthy gutter. Now that would be a fucked up life, and I guarantee you that there is someone out there who is at least in a similar position right now.
Sucks to be them. Though, when you’re sixteen, you don’t tend to think like that. I mean, sure some people do, and some claim to. But not really all that many actually give a shit. That’s how I was when I was that age.
Hold your horses! I’m getting to the story! Just be patient! All of this has a point, I promise!
Besides, this is just the prologue. I mean, I could jump right into the story, but come on, I just told you that this has a point and -ARHG! I did it again!
Ok Demyx. Take a deep breath and get back on track.
As I was saying, when I was sixteen, I never really thought much about other people’s lives unless they directly effected me. For the majority of my life, (Pre-K through my junior year of high school) I attended Never Was Public Institute for Learning. Yeah, it sounds like some kind of prison to me too. And why they added the ‘learning’ on there will forever remain a mystery to me. Unless they meant learning how to become criminals and fuck up you life.
In that school, you were adopted by a gang the minute you hit the campus at age four until you left (hopefully alive) in your……well, until you left. This, for me (as I have mentioned,) was in my junior year. But we’ll get to that later, because it does play a significant part of my story. Hell, with out that fact I wouldn’t have a plot line! But more on that in a bit.
So in pre-K, I joined a gang, along with three other kids my age; Larxene, Marluxia, and Luxord. We were placed under the care of an older kid, along with another boy who had joined up the previous year. He was a first grader, and his name was Axel. His job was to keep us with him and out of the way. We were more like the messengers and drug runners of the group, rather than part of the gang, and the older kids watched out for us. I mean, who suspects a fucking five-year-old of carrying drugs around campus? (Certainly not security.) So when we reached the fifth grade, we got our official Initiation Beating by that year’s senior members, and became a part of the official gang.”
So yea, school sucked. But I could always find relief at home, right?
Wrong! (Of course.)
My father was never home, and my mother was always home.
You’re be thinking “Hooray for mom,” right?
However, that wasn’t necessarily a good thing- she was always drinking herself into a stupor, or drinking enough to get herself royally fucked up. Then, would always get good and pissed off at something only she could see or understand, and go completely ballistic. This is always about the time I came home from school, and she would rant and rave at me. Sometimes she would hit me, or throw bottles at me, then pass out on the nearest available surface. When my dad was home, they would fight about her drinking habits and his addiction to his work and the possibility that he was fucking his secretary.
So yeah, my life could have been worse.
No, I’m serious. I mean, I was so used to it, that I didn’t even really think about it. As long as I had my small group of friends from the gang (the four previously mentioned people. Well, three since Axel had been expelled/arrested in middle school for nearly setting one of the teacher‘s houses on fire) and my trusty sitar, I was good.
And then I moved away. Someone called social services. I’m not sure who, but I have the sneaking suspicion that it was one of my aunts who never called or came to visit except that one time and then they were scared off forever. Either way, I went to live with a cousin of mine and his two younger brothers, who were just starting the ninth grade that year. So I was to go to school with them.
It was…..different. I mean, I liked Cloud and Sora (Roxas kind of scared me) but it was so…..quiet. Well, unless Sora got a hold of something with sugar or caffeine (or both) in it. Or Cloud’s friend Yuffie came over for a visit. But even then, that was different. I….liked it. I liked it a lot. And really, for the first time I saw how really fucked my life had been up until that point. Not that I got depressed. I had always had a rather…unusual disposition for someone with my background. Besides, I had been rather lucky so far. I was still alive-and sane. (Which was a plus.)
I still didn’t know how much more shit I was in for before it was all over though. Especially when not only did my parents get divorced, but they started fighting to regain custody over me. Both of them. Separately. At the same time. And that was just the beginning! The rest I kind of caused myself though. That’s where our story begins.
Yeah, I know, my life’s a soap opera.
Some of you are shaking your heads in disbelief, I know it. Well, you are entitled to your own opinions, and I suppose that if I were hearing it from your point of view, I wouldn’t really believe it either. But keep in mind, all of this happened over a space of sixteen years. A lot of shit can happen in sixteen years.
Anyway, now that you know my rather sorry background, here is where all of that comes into play. Yes, now we are finally at the story. You may breath a sigh of relief.
I am, by nature, a very sound sleeper. It comes with parents who can’t hear each other unless they shout. So when someone is sneaking up on me in the mornings, I do not wake up. In fact, if someone were to prance around my room banging on a drum and blowing a French horn, I would probably not wake up then either.
However, if two fourteen year old twins decide to jump on me without warning and yell in my ear while hitting me with a pillow, I will most DEFINATLY wake up.
“DEMYXWAKEUPTIMEFORSCHOOLHEYTAREYOUAWAKYETCUZYOUSHOULDBEWEHAVETOLEAVEINTENMINUETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
That would be Sora, the youngest of the “terrible duo.” Now, normally, he’s the sweetest kid on the block, but I think this morning Cloud let him have coffee. When he has coffee, Sora turns pure EVIL!
Roxas, on the other hand, was already evil to begin with, and was therefore sitting on my torso whacking at my head with the pillow I mentioned earlier.
How can two kids so cute be oh so evil?
“Shut the fuck up and got away…..” I muttered, snatching the pillow away from my blond cousin and putting it under my head where it belonged. Sleeepppp……
“NOOOOOOOOOO! YOU CAN’T!!!!!!!!!!!!” Sora wailed, yanking the pillow away form me as Roxas tore away my covers, unwinding me and dumping my unceremoniously onto the cold, hard floor. “SCHOOL IN IN TWENTY MINUETS!!!!! YOU CAN’T BE LATE ON YOUR FIRST DAY!!!!!!!!!”
I yawned and glared at him, commandeering my pillow back and placing it once again under my head on the floor.
“Watch me.” I yawned. I used to skip first period all the time. No one gave a fuck. Why should I start losing sleep now, just because I was going to Destiny High now, instead of Never Was? Answer: I shouldn’t.
“Hehe, still as lazy as ever Dem?” A smooth voice that belonged to neither of my annoying cousins reached my ears. I sat up quickly, all sleepiness forgotten…for the moment at least. I knew that voice! I hadn’t heard it in years, but it leaves an impression.
“Holy fuck! Axel?!?!” I yelped. Sora immediately fell silent, both he and Roxas watching my long lost red-headed pal and me stare at each other, Axel with that damned amused look plastered all over his face, and me sitting on the floor in my boxers gaping at him like an idiot.
“That’s me! Got it memorized?” He said teasingly. I jumped up.
“Holy shit man! I haven’t seen you since, like, the seventh grade! Where the fuck have you been? We were worried they had kept you in the pen or something…” I exclaimed. Axel just smirked, the insensitive jerk. We had been worried about him! We hadn’t heard a thing from him since we saw him get hauled off by the police.
“Nope. It was attempted arson. I was in juvie for half a year.” He said with a shrug. “but more on that later. Blondie and his hyperactive mirror image here are right. We have to get going.” He eyed me in that way I had always hated. Like he was sizing me up and wasn’t very impressed. Damn Axel. Hadn’t changed a bit.
“You might want to get dressed. I mean, you can go around like that if you want, but you’ll probably end up getting fucked by the principal.” I gave him a confused look but he just grinned.
“Nice to see you still have your sense of humor…” I mutter, grudgingly standing and pulling a random shirt out form under my bed, sniffing it, and then pulling it over my head before going through the same process with a random pair of jeans. (well, except those went up my legs ands not over my head.) Axel simply snorted, walking over to Roxas and draping an arm over his shoulder while Sora bounced around me as I pulled on my socks and tennis shoes.
“HURRYHURRYWEREGONNABESOLATE! GOEATSOMETHINGANDLETSGO!!!!!!!!!!!” I rolled my eyes, glancing over at Roxas as he and a snickering Axel passed by, heading for the door.
“Is he always so hyper on the first day of school?” I asked. Roxas sighed and shrugged.
“Ever since he met that sophomore…what’s his name….Riku? He’s been hyper every time we go somewhere that will require them to be in a five mile radius of each other.” He said, causing Axel, a few steps ahead of us, to laugh louder.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Twenty Minuets Later At Destiny High~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“RIKU!!!!!” I was both surprised and slightly mortified when the first thing Sora did when he entered the auditorium was glomp a young man with long silver hair and…..I couldn’t really tell you the color of his eyes since his bangs were in the way.
Much to my surprise, however, the guy didn’t shove him away. Instead, he laughed and ruffled my cousin’s hair affectionately. (much to his little group of friend’s obvious chagrin.) I smiled. And here I had been worried that no one would be able to put up with the kid more than five minuets.
“Yo, Dem!” I looked up at the sound of Axel’s voice. He was beckoning me over to where he and Roxas were seated in on the third bleacher down. Hefting my pack a little higher on my shoulder, I headed upward and plunked down in fount of them on the bleacher below, and was joined by Cloud (who was a senior) a moment later.
Cloud had driven Sora and I to school that morning, while Axel had offered Roxas a ride. I did not envy him, as just watching the bright red car swerving around WAY ahead of us on the road made me sick to my stomach. Cloud was a much safer, much more calm driver, thank you very much, and I did value my life.
“Man, I hate the first day assembly. I mean, yea we get to skip first period, but we still have to sit and listen to Mr. Mansex preach all day. Fucken A.” Axel muttered, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and fiddling with it. Axel was an avid smoker and the habit as one he had had back when I had known him.
“Mansex?” I said, feeling a grin slip onto my face, even though I had no idea what they were talking about. Axel grinned that grin that he had given me this morning when he had mentioned my state of dress and getting….how did he put it?….“fucked by the principal?“ ….the one that just let you KNOW he was thinking something dirty.
“Yea, look.” He took a piece of paper. On it he wrote “Mr. Xemnas” as Roxas groaned, though it looked like he was trying to hide a laugh.
“Okkkkkkkk………” I said slowly, not really getting it. Axel just pointed to it.
“Now rearrange the letters and tell me what you get.”
I squinted at the paper. Lets see…Mexnas? Senmax? Xamnes? I was lost. I looked up at Axel with an “I-don’t-follow-you” look. Axel sighed in exasperation and began scribbling on the paper again.
“Honestly, Dem, that blond is really showing through.” He muttered, laughing. I glared at him, but ended up with the piece of paper getting shoved into my face for all of my troubles.
“Now look.”
I took the paper and held it at a reasonable distance (my eyes do have limits, thank you very fucking much.) and raised an eyebrow, trying not to, but feeling my face flush what I’m sure turned out to be, thanks to my light skin, a bright fuchsia.
The paper read “Mansex.”
“Oh.” was all I had to say. Well, now Axel’s comment about the principal fucking me made sense.
Speaking of Axel, the bastard was cracking up and making comments about my blush.
“Dude, you STILL blush like a fucking GIRL!” he shouted in delight, making several people look our way in curiosity. I felt my face go warmer. Roxas elbowed Axel sharply in the ribs, though I could tell he was having trouble not laughing at me himself.
“Axel, shut up before you make him bleed out his ears.” he scolded. Yup, I love my dear, sweet cousins. Note that some amount of sarcasm does apply here.
“Whatever.” I muttered, wadding the paper up and throwing it at the red-head, who just laughed harder. I turned away, scowling.
“Awww….Dem is POUTING!” Axel crowed. I growled. I do not POUT! I scowl. Pouting is for girls, and I may be gay (yes gay. Got a problem with it? Either don’t bother me with it, or I can introduce you to Mr. Switch Blade. I still carry him around in my pocket.) but POUTING is something only a girl or a feministic person would do. And I am neither, thank you very much.
…….Don’t look at me like that. I’m fucking serious.
Really!
Ok, do I need to pull my knife?…….I didn’t think so.
Luckily for me, before Axel could humiliate me and tease me any more, a man with long, sliver hair and a black suit stepped up on stage and took the mike from the podium that had been set up, apparently for his use.
“And there’s old Mansex himself.” Axel said, rather loudly as the room fell silent. “Settle in cuz this is gonna take a while.”
And take a while it did. Principal Xemnas talked and talked for an hour, maybe a little more. I will never know exactly because I fell asleep, my head drifting down to rest on Cloud’s shoulder. I was rather surprised when Cloud woke me later. I mean, One, CLOUD had let me use his shoulder as a pillow, and we all know I cling in my sleep, and two, at first every time Principal Xemnas’s eyes had drifted in our direction, I had the oddest urge to sit up straight and hang on his every word. But fall asleep I did, and it was one of the best naps I have ever gotten at school. Well fuck me, what do you know?
I yawned sleepily as I watched Roxas trying to wake Axel up (apparently I’m not the only one who cuddles in his sleep) holding up the piece of paper with my classes on it.
“Uhn, do we go to second period now?” I asked, still trying to shake off my grogginess. Cloud nodded as Roxas finally managed to rouse sleeping beauty, taking the paper form me to see what class I had.
“You have Science with Mr. Zexion.” He said, handing the paper back to me. “Just follow Roxas and Sora. They’re taking it as an AP class.” I nodded, not at all liking the thought of science class. It was one of my worst subjects (besides Math). I’m much better at the arts like Music and English. Hehe, who am I kidding? I rock at Music!
Yea, I know, modest guy, ain’t I?
“Hey, Dem, wait until you see this one teacher! He can’t be more that twenty! Most people can’t even tell him apart for the students most of the time!” Axel laughed, reattaching himself to Roxas. I’m beginning to wonder about those two….
“Really?” I said, not to interested. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if this teacher was hot though. Axel nodded and continued to chat, and when he walked up to the same door Roxas, Sora (who had managed to pry himself away form Riku and join us sometime during the conversation) and I were headed for, I assumed he had this “Mr.Zexion” as well. I wondered what kind of person he was. Knowing schools like Destiny, who wanted to keep up their images, he was probably wither some old fat guy, or just old. I winced as Axel twisted the knob to the door rather violently and flung it open with such force it bounced back off the wall. With a sigh, I followed him in.
Thinking back, had I know what would happen form then on , I might not have followed him. Had I known all of the trouble simply setting foot in that room would cause me, I would have turned tail and ran back to Never Was High. And then I think about it, and I’m fucking glad I can’t see into the future. After all, that was how I met HIM, and my fucking soap opera of a life started a new season.
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Me: wow, that ending line was so corny….
Have you ever heard of love at first sight? Do you believe in it?
Nah, me neither. I didn’t then, and I don’t now. It’s just something that the people who write those sappy romance novels coin to sell more books to love sick teenage boys and girls who probably have love lives that are close to the normal side of things.
Lust at first sight though? Now that I can do.
Hey Mr. Ze!” Axel shouted into the empty room. Well, empty except for the boy sitting behind the desk.
My first thought was “wow! Is he in our class?! He’s HOT! In an emo kind of way.” my second thought was “Why the fuck is he wearing a suit? Is he one of those pricks who try to become the teacher’s pet on the first day or something?” though for some reason that didn’t seem to match the kid. There was something about his Aura that said otherwise.
“Who’s that?” I asked Roxas as I followed them to the back of the room and took the seat next to Axel. Roxas looked at me oddly and Axel snickered.
“That’s Mr. Zexion, Dem!” Soar said, and while I was glad he wasn’t shouting like he had been that morning, it was still a little to loud for my tastes, and I blushed as the science teacher looked up and right at me.
Holy shit, he had violet eyes. Well, eye, since his hair was flipped over one of them, hiding it from view. But still, How did I know his eyes color? HE WAS LOOKING ME IN THE DAMN EYES! STARING RIGHT THE FUCK AT ME! I knew my face had resumed its fuchsia color, and maybe had even bypasses it for scarlet. I could hear Axel cracking up again beside me, but I ignored him for the time being. The sexy teacher-and I do mean sexy- and I were having a staring match.
Our little contest probably only lasted a minuet, but it seemed like an eternity to me before he simply looked away form me and back down at his papers. That kind of dismissal stung a little for some reason. Not that I was expecting anything, though. I mean, what was he going to do? Walk up to me and look lovingly into my eyes before kissing me senseless and fucking me on the desk?
Heheh, I decided to store that piece of imagery away for later…..
“Ah. Well, how that hell was I supposed to know that.” I muttered, suddenly feeling sullen. I turned to scowl at my desk as other students began filing in.
“You weren’t.” Roxas said firmly, and I just knew he was glaring at Axel. I glanced over at him. Yup, The Glare of Death was firmly in place. “Most people make that mistake. Mr.Zexion just looks really young, that’s all.”
I sighed, stealing one last glance up at the boy-no, man- behind the desk. He was staring rather intently at whatever was on the top of the rather large pile he had in front of him. I briefly wondered what it was before shaking my head at myself. Hot or not, the guy was my teacher, so I couldn’t make a move on him, which fucking sucked. I had heard of people getting arrested for things like that.
For good measure I poked at my cheek, which was (much to my chagrin) still covered in a good quantity of baby fat.
Pulling out some paper form my bag, along with a pen, I began to doodle absently, creating a stick-and-scribble picture of Godzilla and Optimus Prime duking it out in Manhattan. I was just sketching in a flying saucer in the corner when I became aware of someone standing at my shoulder. Turning my head quickly, I found lavender hair and a violet eye staring at me impassively from about two or three inches form my face. OH MY GOD! Mr. Zexion had been standing there staring over my shoulder as I drew! When the fuck did he get there?!?!?
As surprised as I was, I handled it in a completely mature and adult manner.
………….Alright fine! I screamed and fell out of my chair! Are you happy now?! I mean, he appeared out of thin air! What did you expect me to do?!? And anyway, I can’t help it if my scream is a bit girly…..
I wonder if Axel had ever laughed that much in his whole entire life. Really, before the day was out we were going to have to take him to the vets and get him sedated, no fucking joke. And wouldn’t you know, it was all at my expense. He’s just such a wonderful fucking friend.
As for Mr. Zexion? He just raised an eyebrow, apparently unfazed by my reaction.
And as for me? I was sitting on the floor for the second time that day, and (as Axel so graciously informed me later) my face was red enough to rival a tomato. Damn my pale skin. I always hated the fact that I blushed easily.
Well, anyway, Mr. Zexion looked form me back to the doodle I had been so absorbed in. Roxas was trying to smother Axel, who was having trouble breathing, but that was more of the fact that he was laughing so hard…..And. The. Whole. Fucking. CLASS. Was. Staring. RIGH. AT. ME!
“Interesting.” Mr. Zexion said, his voice soft and cold. I shivered despite myself. He glanced over at me again, and I felt a slight annoyance.
Sure, thanks for the hand up. You didn’t cause me to burse my ass TO much.
It didn’t help much that he was looking at me like I was a piece of dirt he had little to no interest in. Wow, that made me feel good. “Do you always draw during class? Because if so, you and I might have a problem.”
I blinked at him.
“Well, no teach, not usually, but class hasn’t started yet.”
Just as I said that the bell rang. Go figure. I scrambled up and back into my seat while trying to keep some distance between us. I had just decided that he scared the living shit out of me. In a sexy way……did I mention that he was really hot up close? With really smooth, pale skin that just looked really soft and touchable……
“I see….” He said and for a moment I thought I saw something resembling a smile ghost across his face, but then it was gone and I was sure I had imagined it. “you are Demyx, correct?” He asked. I nodded hesitantly. He turned and headed up the rows, beckoning me to follow, but not saying a word more.
Frowning at the back of his head, I stood and followed him to the front of the room, where he stopped and turned to look at me. Nothing else. Well, at least not for a few minuets. Just looked at me. And me? Well, hell, I looked back.
“Please introduce yourself to the class.” he said at length, going back around his desk and sitting down. That was when I noticed what it was that he had been staring so intently at: A cross word puzzle.
Turning back to look at the room, I shrugged. Screaming in front of the class and having people stare at me was one thing, but having all of their attention on me for any other less embarrassing reason, and I love it. I’m an attention eater…..
“Hmmm….well, lets see…..My name is Demyx, I like sweet things, I hate bitter things, I’m sixteen, nearly seventeen, I’m a Pieces, I love to swim and play musical instruments, especially the sitar….oh, I just transferred here from Never Was High….”
Ok, I may have forgotten to mention this earlier, but Never Was and Destiny are rival schools. And by rival, I mean if you picture the one person who you would stop at nothing to kill, and then picture yourself torturing them fro about eight years or so, that would be about how much these two schools hate each other. Actually, that would be an understatement.
So yea, if friends was what I was looking for at that school, I had just said about the worst possible thing I could have.
Ever.
Everyone in there (besides the three I came in with of course, though they didn‘t look to happy with me at the moment, though for different reasons than every one else) was looking at me with a three way mixture of hate, wariness and curiosity on their faces. Even Mr. Zexion had an odd look on his face, though it was so mild I couldn’t adequately tell what it was.
THAT was when I realized that I really need to start thinking before I speak. But of course, like all good lessons, I needed to be taught it more than once before it finally sunk in.
Though this time since the damage was already done, and I KNEW it, I shut up pretty quickly.
“…..And that’s about it, teach.” I said hastily, grinning uneasily at Mr. Zexion. He blinked slowly at me, and I could just TELL he was thinking about something by the way his eyes flickered briefly across my face. He was probably memorizing every detail to tell the police the next time something went missing.
Yes officer, he would say, He has dirty blond hair in a really cool mullet-like thing and he’s totally hot, with a body like a god!
Yea, and I’ll shave my head bald. But hey, a guy can daydream, can’t he?
Anyway, after a while, he simply cocked his head to one side slightly and told me to sit back down, which I did, this time fighting off my blush, and doing a pretty good job of it if I do say so myself.
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The rest of the day went pretty well, if I do say so myself. I had to introduce myself in all of the rest of my classes, though I managed to avoid mentioning where I was from, though by then it had already spread throughout the school, so mentioning it would have been rather unnecessary.
Anyway, it was still a relief when I finally reached my last class of the day. The one I had been waiting for; the one I had been wiling to not skip class for; Can you guess what it is?
MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I have Music as an elective.
Hey, it’s one of my strong points. A guy’s got to stick to his strengths, don’t you think?
And the thing that made the day really great was that, putting it lightly, the teacher liked me.
To put it adequately, she LOVED me.
Miss Ariel was really impressed. I could tell. She called on me constantly to answer her questions (can you believe they actually gave out tests about different types of music and instruments and famous names in musical history?!) and she was really….enthusiastic when I got them right. And I will say this: A better singing voice, I have not heard..
But what really synched it, was what she said after class as I was about to leave the band hall.
“Demyx, would you mind coming over here a moment?” She called as I was hefting my now doubled-in-weight bag onto my shoulder. I shrugged my free shoulder and walked over to where she was standing.
“Yes?” I asked, trying to ignore the fact that the circulation was already leaving my poor shoulder where my bag strap was digging into it.
“You know a lot about instruments. Did you take music or band at your other school?” She asked and I almost laughed. I skipped school with my gang most of the time at my old school. In fact, it was a wonder I had passed all of the grades that I had. And besides, I would have been teased constantly if I had done anything like that.
No, it was better for my health if I just stuck to the basics.
But of course, I didn’t say any of that. Either she didn’t know where I was from, which I found unlikely by now, or she just didn’t care. Or something else that I had yet to think of.
So I answered instead with a simple “Nope.” she cocked her head thoughtfully.
“Well, do you play any instruments?” she asked. I grinned. I had a sitar at home that was my most prized possessions. It had been a gift on my fourteenth birthday form my father, one of the few times he remembered I was alive.
“Hell yea!” I said happily. “I can play the sitar, and the guitar as well. And I can play the violin a bit.”
What can I say? Larxene taught me how. And I don’t just play a bit. But if you tell ANYONE, I WILL kill you.
Either way, she nodded and handed me a key.
“You can have access to the band hall and the instruments in here any time you want.” And then she turned and left.
And me? I just stood there, staring at the tiny, silver key in my hand, with nothing but “Where the fuck did that come from?!” going through my mind.
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“Wow, Miss Ariel must really like you.” Roxas noted as I showed the key to Axel and he as we were walking across the parking lot, looking for Cloud and Sora some minuets later. “She can be really protective of those instruments, and she really likes music.” He cocked his head to one side, regarding me with curiosity.
“Hey, do you still play the steer thingy?” Axel asked and I glared at him.
“Sitar.” I corrected. “And yes, I still play, just not as much as I used to.” Roxas raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t know you played an instrument?” He said curiously as I spotted Cloud a small distance away trying to subtly tell the silver haired kid-Riku, was it?- that it was time to let Sora go so that he could get into the car. I headed over as I answered him.
“I haven’t really felt like it since I moved in.” I said. Truthfully, part of the reason I had played so much before was to drowned out my parents yelling at each other or my mothers drunken rants about how my father and I had ruined her life. Now, with Cloud and the twins, it was so quiet in the house that I often felt like I couldn’t make even the slightest noise or I would upset the silence so badly it could never be obtained again, and as I have said before, I liked the fact that the house was quiet.
“Hey.” Axel said, poking me in the ribs. “Did Larxene ever follow through with that plan to teach you how to play the violin?”
“No.” I said quickly, but I could never lie very well, and the truth was probably plastered all over my face like usual, because Axel started laughing his ass off again.
“What’s so funny?” Cloud asked. We had reached him and the hyper-active-wonder and his squeeze toy-er-friend.
“Nothing.” I muttered, scowling at the red head, who, you guessed it, laughed harder, leaning heavily on Roxas for support.
“oh come on Dem, the violin? Could she have picked a more girly instrument for you to play?!” Axel gasped, wiping a tear from his eyes. A sudden though on how to shut him the fuck up occurred to me.
“Why don’t you tell her that to her face?” I suggested. “I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you.”
It worked like a charm. He choked before looking up at me with something like alarm on his face. Yup, Larx defiantly left a lasting impression, that was for sure.
“Can we go now?” I think we had stalled Cloud long enough and he was starting to get annoyed. Nodding at the irate blond, I climbed into the passenger seat, watching Sora and his “friend” promise to call each other that night about four or five times. Looks like now I knew who had been using up the phone batteries all summer long.
Any way to make the fifteen minuet trip compact enough to fit into about thirty seconds of reading time, (or less, I’m just that good) we all got into the cars that had brought us there that morning, I said a silent prayer for Roxas, and we took off, me successfully holding in my lunch as I once again was privy to witnessing Axels “mad driving skills” as he called them. Huh, mad was right. That poor little old lady.
No, I meant the one on the sidewalk, watering her yard.
Well, anyway, to get right to the point, we pulled up the driveway about two or three minuets after Axel and Roxas to find them standing in the front yard waiting for us, Roxas looking rather grim, Axel looking rather puzzled.
It wasn’t until we really looked closely at the two cars parked in Cloud’s drive way that we realized the reason. All eyes turned to me as we exited the car. For some reason that insulted me.
“I don’t know why they’re here!” I snapped. Axel cocked his head to one side, and I wondered how much he had been told of my situation here. Cloud simply blinked at me and turned towards the house and headed up the drive.
“Well,” He said over his shoulder “we won’t know until we go in and ask.”
Shooting me a worried look, Roxas agreed, as did Sora. With a sigh of defeat (because I REALLY did not want to go in there and meet our rather unexpected guests, but I knew Cloud was right) I started to follow them into the house reluctantly. Before I could get more than a few paces, however, a hand grabbed my arm.
It was one of the first times I could ever remember seeing Axel looking worried over someone other than himself.
“Hey, Dem, if things get rough, you know you can always crash at my place, right?” I blinked at him and he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I mean, Roxas kinda told me about….why you’re living with him….” well that answered my earlier question “and I have a really bad feeling about this….” He glanced towards my parent’s vehicles again. “…so…yea….well, I’m going to go home now.” He said, deciding it was time to make his grand escape. I didn’t blame him, and I almost decided to take him up on his offer. I hadn’t seen my parents since I had moved about a month before, and my mom had been…..incapacitated at the time, and my dad had been away on some business trip, so I ended up leaving with pretty much no one noticing. I was not looking forward to this. Not at all.
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Ok, so you remember everything I said in the Prologue, right?
Ok, good, I was just checking. I don’t want to have to re-explain myself.
“SWEETIE!”
To say that I was surprised when my mom, surprisingly sober and neat looking, leaped from the couch and HUGGED me as I entered the living room, would be as much of an understatement as saying the sky was high up, Sora liked coffee, Axel was annoying, and Cloud was stoic.
I was beyond shocked.
I glanced uneasily passed her to my father, watching us closely from the other couch on the other end of the room, seated next to man with long black hair and a navy suit. I wondered if there was some truth to the theory that aliens could take the forms of humans and dispose of the real things, just going on to live in that unfortunate human’s place.
It would explain what the fuck was going on.
I noticed a young blond woman seated on the same couch as my mother had been. It didn’t take me long to conclude who they were. I watch television too, you know!
The crisp, wrinkleless, starched suits, the brief cases. (if they had sunglasses and those cool little ear phone things, I would peg them for secret service, though why they would be following my PARENTS around was beyond me. So I settled for the next best (or worst, depending) thing: Lawyers. (I watch divorce court sometimes because Sora like it. Why I do not know, but the kid eats the drama up.) Not only that, But I recognized the insignia sewn on to both jackets: The Turks. The best of the best. Not surprising. My dad did make a nice living in his office, though why on earth they were HERE of all places with lawyers was anyone’s guess. Surly they weren’t planning on, like, suing Cloud or something, were they?
Cuz I mean, come on, that would just be stupid.
“Oh sweetie! I’ve missed you!” my mom squealed, giving me one final squeeze before letting me go and beaming at me.
Remember when I said that it took me a while to remember that thing about thinking before speaking? Well, this is one of those times that I just prove myself correct.
“You miss throwing beer bottles at me?” I asked incredulously, missing the point, if there even was one. She tensed up and a shadow passed over her face momentarily, but hen she was back to being the sweet, cheerful woman who was completely freaking me out. I did not, however, miss the look my father exchanged with his lawyer, and I’m sure she didn’t either, even as she started fussing over my hair of all things.
“May I ask why all of you are here, in my house, quite unexpectedly?” Cloud asked softly. He left the “and uninvited.“ off, but it kind of hung in the air. My mom looked at him as if just now noticing he was there, which was stupid since it was his house.
“Oh Cloud honey! I want to thank you fro taking care of Dem here. I hope he wasn’t to much trouble?” She said sweetly. Cloud simply stared at her.
So did I, for that matter. She made it sound like Cloud had been baby-sitting me while she was at Wal-Mart or something.
The twins were standing in a corner, quiet, for once, and for the most part forgotten as my father’s lawyer stood and moved forward.
“Mr. Strife, we apologizing for intruding on you, but we have something to discuss that concerns Mr. Demyx and you.” His voice was cold and clipped, with a strange, almost oriental-ish accent to it. His black gaze flickered to the kids in the corner, watching curiously, then back to Cloud. “if you would allow us some of your time? This is rather important.”
Cloud nodded and sat slowly in a chair that was positioned across form the TV and between the two couches around the coffee table. I opted to remain standing, even though my mom, suddenly so affectionate after thirteen or so years, tried to tug me over to the couch where she and the yet-to-speak blond were seated. Seeing that I was not coming, she pouted and headed back where she plunked herself down on the couch.
“Perhaps introduction are needed first?” The Asian man asked, though it was less of a question and more of a half hearted attempt to make the conversation more comfortable. Or maybe he was just stalling for time. Either way, I wished he would just hurry it up so that they could get around to telling me what the fuck was going on. The curiosity was seriously eating me the fuck up.
“My name is Tseng. I am one of the head lawyers” (ha, see, I TOLD you they were lawyers!) “form Shinra Inc.‘s western branch, the Turks. I was hired by Mr. Arquiate, just was my associate, Elena, was hired by Mrs. Arquiate, to represent each party in the upcoming divorce.” he paused and watched our reactions. None of us really had one. Cloud never really had much of a reaction to anything, and me? Well, I was more surprised to finds out my parents were actually MARRIED then upset about them getting a divorce.
“We have arranged all of the conditions already, the possessions are to be divided equally among the two clients, the house going to mine, the vehicles going to the other. There is simply one last matter to resolve.” His cool eyes landed on me, as did every other pair in the room. “Who is going to gain custody of the child?”
I blinked at him, first insulted that I had been referred to as a child like a five year old, and second because it took a while for the meaning of his words to sink in.
“Wait-what?” I asked, surprised.
“I have custody over him. There was a hearing and neither of them-” here he nodded at my parents “-showed up so the court handed him over to me.” I nodded, still slightly surprised. I have never been the fastest motorboat in the harbor, and right now my engine was stalling.
“Yes, but we are willing to fight you for it!” my mother said loudly. The blond-Elena, was it?- shushed her, but while she quieted down, she still set at the edge of the couch as if ready to attack Cloud unless he handed me over to her. My father, who had yet to speak, also tensed. I felt a little left out. I mean, It wasn’t like I had made an effort to really join the conversation, but no one was exactly asking my fucking opinion, anyway.
And besides, where did they get off coming and trying to drag me back with them NOW, when, as Cloud had said, they hadn’t even bothered to come to the hearing to TRY and keep me in the first place. It was only when they were dividing up their possessions for the divorce--
“I’m going through re-hab, so I can be a great mother! I‘ve been completely sober for twenty three days!” My mom exclaimed, giving me a smile that reminded me of the one Larxene had once given a cowering puppy on time when she was trying to coax it out from under her couch so she could throw it out into the rain for peeing on the floor. “And of course,” She added, with a bit more enthusiasm, “Harold would have to pay child support, so I could get him whatever he wanted…” My father tensed up even more than before as she gave me that enticing smile again.
Now, honestly, throughout my entire life, I have only been truly angry a few times. In fact, I could probably count the number on both hands. I’m just that kind of person.
Now however, for reasons I still can’t really explain, as soon as it hit me what was going on, I was royally fucking PISSED! I mean, I kind of had a right to be. They ignore me for pretty much my entire life, don’t even show up when I’m being handed over to a cousin I didn’t even know existed until he showed up and loaded my bags into the back of his car and drove me off to his house, and NOW THAT THEY ARE DIVIDING UP THINGS FOR THEIR DIVORCE they suddenly say “oh, and that son we haven’t seen or heard from in about a month or so. What should we do with him?”
And then my mom obviously gets the bright idea that she can still get some more money out of my dad by forcing him to pay child support, and dear old dad doesn’t want to pay up, so what happens? A fight.
Or maybe I’m being over dramatic, but that’s kind of what it looks like to me.
So yea, I had a right to be mad for once, and I’m pretty sure you would be too. Mad, I mean. At least in my own mind.
I could feel my fingers curling into fists, my nails cutting eight little crescents into my palms. What was even worse, was that I LIKED it here. And now they were trying to make me leave?!
Suddenly I found that I really didn’t want to be there anymore, with my mother flashing me coaxing smiles and my father not really looking at me at all, and Cloud just sitting there calmly as the lawyer outlined all of the legal things that I didn’t understand.
Would Cloud really let them just take me away like that? He did have two little brothers anyway. I supposed that having mew around was just making it harder for him.
And besides, no one was really paying much attention to me. The twins, either board or as lost as I was, had slunk back up the stairs to their rooms.
So I turned on my heal and walked out the door. And slammed it behind me, just for good measure.
And damn, but didn’t that feel fucking good.
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I hadn’t been walking for long, just staring at my feet and wander aimlessly. School had been out for about an hour, and it was that last thing on my mind, so I was rather surprised when I looked up and-
Yup, you guessed it, I was standing right outside the school.
You guys are good. Either you are a psychic audience, or my case is not very unique.
The first choice sounds more interesting…. You’re going to have to show me how to move things with my mind when this is all over and done with. Not right now though. Right now I am talking.
Anyhow, back on subject, I was outside school with no reason to be there, but nowhere else but home to go to.
Given the choices, I think that I would rather have been at school.
That day was forever marked on my calendar as “The-Day-I-Said-Something-That-You-Will-Never-Hear-From-My-Mouth-EVER-Again.”
I stuck my hands in my pockets and was about to turn and leave, when something cold brushed my fingers. Frowning, I pulled it out. It was the key to the music room Miss Ariel had given me.
Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to play some music.
I headed up the front walk to the doors, which, to my surprise, were unlocked. Entering, I didn’t look around, assuming that no one would be there that late after school. Besides, the place was as silent as a tomb, and it was kind of creepy, to see a place usually so full of life and noise completely empty save for probably the janitors, but I didn’t encounter any of them on my way down the hall.
Reaching the room, I fumbled with the key for a moment before it slipped into the lock and allowed me entrance to my favorite room in the school.
I flicked the lights on and felt infinitely better upon seeing the instruments lined up on the walls, and knowing that there were more in the storage room. There was even a huge piano in the corner.
Wandering around and brooding quietly to myself for a moment, I finally grabbed a guitar from the corner and plunked down on top of one of the desks, strumming the notes gently in hopes of calming my nerves. I briefly contemplated checking Axel’s locker to see if he had any cigarettes stashed away in there before disregarding the idea. I had been trying to quite since Cloud and Roxas didn’t like the smoke or the smell.
I strummed a few more notes in agitation before casting my mind out for something to play as my hands settled into a regular rhythm. Before I knew it, I found myself strumming the notes of a song I had made up a few years back when I had been marginally depressed. It was a relatively fast, but I had been told by Marluxia that there was something sad about it. Larxene had worked out how to play it on the violin as well, but it just wasn’t the same as on a larger string instrument.
As usual, I was soon lost in my own thoughts, strumming and even humming along with the tune I knew by heart by now, so I didn’t notice the person standing in the doorway watching me until I happened to glance up absentmindedly.
Mr. Zexion raised an eyebrow as I screamed and fell off the desk in fount of him for the second time that day.
“Stop DOINING that!” I snapped, sitting up and checking the instrument over for damage before glaring at him. He simply sighed and walked over, offering me a hand up. I just stared at it like a dummy for a few moments, surprised, before taking it and allowing him to pull me to my feet.
His hands were cool and smooth. Soft too. I wondered vaguely if he used lotion.
“It was nice.” he said after a moment, finally letting go of my hand, which he had held just a second to long, though if this meant something, I was not sure. I was to busy trying to figure out what he was talking about.
“Huh?”
Yea, I am the master of eloquence.
He simply gave me a flat look and pointed to the instrument in my hand.
Oh, that.
“Oh, that.” I said, rubbing the back of my head and grinning at him. I got the same flat look.
“uh, yea, Miss Ariel gave me the key to this room. I was hehe, you know.” I held up the instrument unnecessarily. His eyes flickered briefly to the guitar before returning to my face.
“Playing?” he supplied after a moment.
I half glared at him, but said “Yea, that word.” I was rather surprised when one side of his lips quirked slightly into what might have been a brief smile.
“It was very sad.” he regarded me curiously, his question implied, though I didn’t catch it at the time.
“Yea, it’s one I made up….” I said slowly. This was the longest conversation I had had with the man that day, though that wasn’t really saying much “I’m better at this kind of stuff then anything like math or…” I paused for a moment. “…Science.” I finished. His lips quirked briefly again.
“You mean anything that requires thinking?” he said, his face almost completely strait. I gave him a mock offended look.
“I will have you know that this takes a lot of brain power.” I said, waving the piece of wood and strings in his face. He snorted. I stuck out my tongue, a little surprised that I was bantering with one of my teachers like this. Especially the one that seemed to have about as much emotion as a rock. The bastard smirked at me, not answering.
“Fine,” I said, thrusting it at him again “you try it.” He shook his head and I grinned at him. Then he stepped around me, heading for the piano in the corner. I watched him curiously as he picked up a sheet of music and studied it for a second. Then he began to play.
And he was GOOD.
And I was SURPRISED.
He was playing a piece that I had heard before. Beethoven, or something.
A science teacher who could play the piano like THAT? Well color me fucking impressed.
“Ok, I give.” I said when he finished and turned a smirk on me. I held up my hands in defeat.
“You give up like that?” He asked, cocking his head to one side. “No fight? That’s no fun.” I couldn’t resist.
“Oh, you like ’um feisty?” I teased, and I reveled in the fact that he actually blushed. He turned away from me quickly to hide it, but it was there. Encouraged, I waltzed over and plunked my ass down on the bench next to him, leaning in against his chest as he turned to look at me in surprise. I plucked out a few random keys on the piano.
“Oh, teach, show me how to play like that. What you do with your fingers. I’ll make sure to sing really pretty for you. Nice and loud to!” I batted my eyelashes for emphasis.
Hey! I was a teenager and had a dirty mind. He seemed to have some kind of pole up his rather uptight ass. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to make him as uncomfortable as I could. And boy, did he looked uncomfortable. His pale face was taking on a bright pink tinge. It was funny, but it looked like he was taking me seriously.
“I’m kidding.” I laughed as I sat back up straight, and for a moment I believed that he looked almost disappointed. “You don’t have to look like your about to have a heart attack. You just…” I trialed off for a second. “…hmm…. Well, I can’t really say much since I only just met you today. But you don’t seem like a person who takes chances or has fun often. At least that was my first impression.” I shrugged. He coughed, still sounding uncomfortable. His cheeks were still tinged pink, and I could tell he was trying to re-collect his pride over getting flustered so easily.
“First impressions can be misleading.” he grumbled. I grinned at him. Then came a rather uncomfortable silence.
“Hey, I’m sorry if I offended you.” I said after a moment of the rather uncomfortable silence. That is one kind of silence I have never been able to stand. The uncomfortable kind. They make me antsy. So I strummed a few notes on the guitar I still held, settling back into a tune. This time it was “Wake Me Up” from Evanescence. (if I hear a tune more that once or twice, I can play it. It’s one of my many gifts, besides being unbelievably sexy.)
“You didn’t.” he answered in his usual calm, controlled , nearly emotionless voice. “I simply was not expecting you to start flirting with me.” he muttered this part more under his breath. I laughed and he glared at me. I ignored said glare. Cloud and Roxas glared a lot. I was immune.
“But why not? It’s not like I COULD have been serious. I mean, you are my teacher. I wouldn’t want you to get fired or anything, no matter how many kids say you’re a prick in the class room.” He snorted at that a little. “And anyway, your hot! Why wouldn’t someone flirt with you?” I was halfway teasing him again, but the other half was serious. The look on his face was once again fucking priceless. Oh the woes of not having a camera when I really needed one. He opened his mouth to say something, but I was having fun with my current devious streak. I strummed a few cords on the guitar, interrupting him before he cold even get a word out, and began singing at the top of my lungs, not really sure where I had gotten the idea for the new nickname with which he found himself stuck from that moment on, but having fun with the idea anyway.
“OH ZEXY, HE’S SO SEXY!!!!!!” I screamed for the whole empty building to hear, not even bothering to try and actually sing. I just wanted to be loud. And to embarrass him, which apparently I did a very good job of, because his face went scarlet and the next thing I knew he was trying to put his hand over my mouth, muttering something about the janitors and if I was going to make fun of him to at least do it quietly.
I simply squirmed away form him, and laughing all the while, proceeded to ’sing’ louder. Then he resorted to drastic measures, beating me with the nearest thing to hand (which was a rolled up magazine. I don’t know what I would have done if he had reached a little farther to the left and grabbed a microphone or one of the many recorder-flute-things lying scattered about the room.)
Laughing, I jumped up and danced away from him, still screeching at the top of my lungs “SEXY ZEXY!!!!” And a few other words I was just throwing in for effect. Needless to say, my poor embarrassed teacher and his Magazine Roll of DEATH followed me. He actually chased me around the fucking room. It made me wonder how old he really was. I mean, he looked seventeen, Roxas has said he was about twenty, and he was acting my age. Or younger. Not that I was complaining. Any anger I had been harboring up until that point had disappeared completely.
I swear he was having more fun than I was with this though, which is saying a lot, cuz I was having a fucking blast.
Well, until he realized what he was doing, but by that time he had pretty much pinned me to the wall.
No fucking joke.
I couldn’t play the guitar anymore because when he had caught me he had made sure I was immobile by pinning my wrists to the wall behind me.
For such a scrawny dude, he was fucking strong. I figured he must work out (and found out later that he in fact carried a crap load of very heavy books with him constantly). I toyed momentarily with the idea of continuing my impromptu song, just to see how he would shut me up with both of his hands out of commission.
Heheh, I was REALLY tempted to try it, especially since he was already breathing rather hard form chasing me. I could feel it on my cheeks.
You know what else? The bastard has a good inch or so on me.
Yea, yea, I know, he’s older, but still….
But back to the singing idea, I highly doubted he would shut me up the way I was kind of HOPEING he would, but I’m an optimist, so I decided to try it out any way. I didn’t shout this time. I simply offered him one of my cheekiest grins and proceeded to hum the tune a bit more before singing softly, though at the approximation we had found ourselves in, I knew he would hear me.
“Mr. Zexy is soooo sexy,
And all his students want to screw him.
But he’s kinda uptight,
And he puts up a fight,
And every ones mad cuz he won’t dooooo them!”
He growled at me. I laughed at him. Then he pulled away, and this time I kind of wilted a bit under his gaze. THIS TIME I had offended him.
Oh what am I saying? The look he gave me made me want to piss my fucking pant, tuck my tail firmly between my fucking legs and run back to the rock I had fucking crawled out from under.
No fair. And a moment ago, he had been acting kind of cool.
“I realize that that was all a joke, Mr. Demyx.” He said in the same voice he used when he had sent one of the kids in my science class to the principal after giving him detention that morning. “But I would like it if you would not imply I have or could have any sort of sexual relationship with a student. It would be both below me and unprofessional.”
Ouch…..
I rubbed he back of my head, feeling my smile slip a bit.
“Well, yea, I WAS just kidding after all.” I said slowly. For some reason I felt like I was lying. Probably because I had been having dirty thought about him most of science class. “And besides…” I continued indignantly “I was saying that you WOULDN’T do them.” I half glared back at him, but he ignored that. Grrr…fine be that way, see if I care.
Bitch.
He simply turned on his heel and headed for the door. Huffing to myself, my good mood ruined for the most part, I set the guitar back in it’s proper place and followed him out the door, locking it back up behind me as I did so. I was surprised to see that it had already grown dark.
“Do you know your way home?”
I jumped at the quiet voice. Mr. Zexion was standing beside me, where I had been staring up at the stars for the past few minuets.
I was surprising really, how many stars you could see here on this little island. Back on the main land, you couldn’t see jack shit. To many lights.
“uh….yea.” I answered awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot with nervous energy. He simply nodded to me, heading in the opposite direction with a “see you in class tomorrow.” Before he was swallowed up by the darkness. Sighing, I shoved my hands in my pockets and headed back home.
Home. Where I didn’t want to leave.
I was surprised to find that I had actually forgotten all about my current home problems. Heh, usually music just makes it better.
Zexy made me forget, at least for a little while.
I smiled. That was a nice change.
As I headed to the house, I found myself whistling the tune of my new favorite song, even singing snatches of it under my breath.
“Hey Zexy……you’re so sexy……”
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Me: ehh….I think I made Zexion really OOC in this chapter…..and Demyx too….sorry about that…..I didn’t mean to.
Prologue
They say that everyone has their own amount of unhappiness in their life. They also say that how you handle it and what kind of person it turns you into depends on how much happiness you have. While I won’t say I like unhappiness by any means, I don’t think I would like the human race if there wasn’t at least some unhappiness in the world, because then we wouldn’t technically have happiness.
Am I making any sense?
I didn’t think so.
Sorry, I tend to ramble like that. It doesn’t take much to get me distracted and off topic.
What was I going to tell you? Oh yeah! This is another one of those “This is my story, so glad you have the time to sit an listen to me ramble about how much my life sucked before that one special person came into my life and fixed it for me” stories. Sort of, anyway. Wow, that was a mouthful. Well, if you’re still interested in listening, then by all means sit down and listen. If not, I’m not going to handcuff you to the chair. I learned my lesson about that with Larxene.
…
Don’t ask. I won’t tell. I like my sanity (what’s left of it) quite well thank you, and recalling that particular incident-
I’m off topic again, aren’t I?
See, I told you, I am easily distracted!
Anyway! I probably don’t have the worst life in the world, just one of the most fucking dramatic. I mean, you watch the news all the time and there is much worse shit going on in other people’s lives. For example, everyone in my family could be dead. I could be a junkie on the streets selling himself for money to pay for the smack or whatever I’m hooked on, before one day tragically getting HIV or something else just as bad, or worse. Then I would end up slowly wasting away in a gutter by myself with no one to care for me because I’m a disease-ridden, homeless whore that no one would want to touch or help. Before you knew it, I would waist away and eventually die in my own private, filthy gutter. Now that would be a fucked up life, and I guarantee you that there is someone out there who is at least in a similar position right now.
Sucks to be them. Though, when you’re sixteen, you don’t tend to think like that. I mean, sure some people do, and some claim to. But not really all that many actually give a shit. That’s how I was when I was that age.
Hold your horses! I’m getting to the story! Just be patient! All of this has a point, I promise!
Besides, this is just the prologue. I mean, I could jump right into the story, but come on, I just told you that this has a point and -ARHG! I did it again!
Ok Demyx. Take a deep breath and get back on track.
As I was saying, when I was sixteen, I never really thought much about other people’s lives unless they directly effected me. For the majority of my life, (Pre-K through my junior year of high school) I attended Never Was Public Institute for Learning. Yeah, it sounds like some kind of prison to me too. And why they added the ‘learning’ on there will forever remain a mystery to me. Unless they meant learning how to become criminals and fuck up you life.
In that school, you were adopted by a gang the minute you hit the campus at age four until you left (hopefully alive) in your……well, until you left. This, for me (as I have mentioned,) was in my junior year. But we’ll get to that later, because it does play a significant part of my story. Hell, with out that fact I wouldn’t have a plot line! But more on that in a bit.
So in pre-K, I joined a gang, along with three other kids my age; Larxene, Marluxia, and Luxord. We were placed under the care of an older kid, along with another boy who had joined up the previous year. He was a first grader, and his name was Axel. His job was to keep us with him and out of the way. We were more like the messengers and drug runners of the group, rather than part of the gang, and the older kids watched out for us. I mean, who suspects a fucking five-year-old of carrying drugs around campus? (Certainly not security.) So when we reached the fifth grade, we got our official Initiation Beating by that year’s senior members, and became a part of the official gang.”
So yea, school sucked. But I could always find relief at home, right?
Wrong! (Of course.)
My father was never home, and my mother was always home.
You’re be thinking “Hooray for mom,” right?
However, that wasn’t necessarily a good thing- she was always drinking herself into a stupor, or drinking enough to get herself royally fucked up. Then, would always get good and pissed off at something only she could see or understand, and go completely ballistic. This is always about the time I came home from school, and she would rant and rave at me. Sometimes she would hit me, or throw bottles at me, then pass out on the nearest available surface. When my dad was home, they would fight about her drinking habits and his addiction to his work and the possibility that he was fucking his secretary.
So yeah, my life could have been worse.
No, I’m serious. I mean, I was so used to it, that I didn’t even really think about it. As long as I had my small group of friends from the gang (the four previously mentioned people. Well, three since Axel had been expelled/arrested in middle school for nearly setting one of the teacher‘s houses on fire) and my trusty sitar, I was good.
And then I moved away. Someone called social services. I’m not sure who, but I have the sneaking suspicion that it was one of my aunts who never called or came to visit except that one time and then they were scared off forever. Either way, I went to live with a cousin of mine and his two younger brothers, who were just starting the ninth grade that year. So I was to go to school with them.
It was…..different. I mean, I liked Cloud and Sora (Roxas kind of scared me) but it was so…..quiet. Well, unless Sora got a hold of something with sugar or caffeine (or both) in it. Or Cloud’s friend Yuffie came over for a visit. But even then, that was different. I….liked it. I liked it a lot. And really, for the first time I saw how really fucked my life had been up until that point. Not that I got depressed. I had always had a rather…unusual disposition for someone with my background. Besides, I had been rather lucky so far. I was still alive-and sane. (Which was a plus.)
I still didn’t know how much more shit I was in for before it was all over though. Especially when not only did my parents get divorced, but they started fighting to regain custody over me. Both of them. Separately. At the same time. And that was just the beginning! The rest I kind of caused myself though. That’s where our story begins.
Yeah, I know, my life’s a soap opera.
Some of you are shaking your heads in disbelief, I know it. Well, you are entitled to your own opinions, and I suppose that if I were hearing it from your point of view, I wouldn’t really believe it either. But keep in mind, all of this happened over a space of sixteen years. A lot of shit can happen in sixteen years.
Anyway, now that you know my rather sorry background, here is where all of that comes into play. Yes, now we are finally at the story. You may breath a sigh of relief.
I am, by nature, a very sound sleeper. It comes with parents who can’t hear each other unless they shout. So when someone is sneaking up on me in the mornings, I do not wake up. In fact, if someone were to prance around my room banging on a drum and blowing a French horn, I would probably not wake up then either.
However, if two fourteen year old twins decide to jump on me without warning and yell in my ear while hitting me with a pillow, I will most DEFINATLY wake up.
“DEMYXWAKEUPTIMEFORSCHOOLHEYTAREYOUAWAKYETCUZYOUSHOULDBEWEHAVETOLEAVEINTENMINUETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
That would be Sora, the youngest of the “terrible duo.” Now, normally, he’s the sweetest kid on the block, but I think this morning Cloud let him have coffee. When he has coffee, Sora turns pure EVIL!
Roxas, on the other hand, was already evil to begin with, and was therefore sitting on my torso whacking at my head with the pillow I mentioned earlier.
How can two kids so cute be oh so evil?
“Shut the fuck up and got away…..” I muttered, snatching the pillow away from my blond cousin and putting it under my head where it belonged. Sleeepppp……
“NOOOOOOOOOO! YOU CAN’T!!!!!!!!!!!!” Sora wailed, yanking the pillow away form me as Roxas tore away my covers, unwinding me and dumping my unceremoniously onto the cold, hard floor. “SCHOOL IN IN TWENTY MINUETS!!!!! YOU CAN’T BE LATE ON YOUR FIRST DAY!!!!!!!!!”
I yawned and glared at him, commandeering my pillow back and placing it once again under my head on the floor.
“Watch me.” I yawned. I used to skip first period all the time. No one gave a fuck. Why should I start losing sleep now, just because I was going to Destiny High now, instead of Never Was? Answer: I shouldn’t.
“Hehe, still as lazy as ever Dem?” A smooth voice that belonged to neither of my annoying cousins reached my ears. I sat up quickly, all sleepiness forgotten…for the moment at least. I knew that voice! I hadn’t heard it in years, but it leaves an impression.
“Holy fuck! Axel?!?!” I yelped. Sora immediately fell silent, both he and Roxas watching my long lost red-headed pal and me stare at each other, Axel with that damned amused look plastered all over his face, and me sitting on the floor in my boxers gaping at him like an idiot.
“That’s me! Got it memorized?” He said teasingly. I jumped up.
“Holy shit man! I haven’t seen you since, like, the seventh grade! Where the fuck have you been? We were worried they had kept you in the pen or something…” I exclaimed. Axel just smirked, the insensitive jerk. We had been worried about him! We hadn’t heard a thing from him since we saw him get hauled off by the police.
“Nope. It was attempted arson. I was in juvie for half a year.” He said with a shrug. “but more on that later. Blondie and his hyperactive mirror image here are right. We have to get going.” He eyed me in that way I had always hated. Like he was sizing me up and wasn’t very impressed. Damn Axel. Hadn’t changed a bit.
“You might want to get dressed. I mean, you can go around like that if you want, but you’ll probably end up getting fucked by the principal.” I gave him a confused look but he just grinned.
“Nice to see you still have your sense of humor…” I mutter, grudgingly standing and pulling a random shirt out form under my bed, sniffing it, and then pulling it over my head before going through the same process with a random pair of jeans. (well, except those went up my legs ands not over my head.) Axel simply snorted, walking over to Roxas and draping an arm over his shoulder while Sora bounced around me as I pulled on my socks and tennis shoes.
“HURRYHURRYWEREGONNABESOLATE! GOEATSOMETHINGANDLETSGO!!!!!!!!!!!” I rolled my eyes, glancing over at Roxas as he and a snickering Axel passed by, heading for the door.
“Is he always so hyper on the first day of school?” I asked. Roxas sighed and shrugged.
“Ever since he met that sophomore…what’s his name….Riku? He’s been hyper every time we go somewhere that will require them to be in a five mile radius of each other.” He said, causing Axel, a few steps ahead of us, to laugh louder.
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“RIKU!!!!!” I was both surprised and slightly mortified when the first thing Sora did when he entered the auditorium was glomp a young man with long silver hair and…..I couldn’t really tell you the color of his eyes since his bangs were in the way.
Much to my surprise, however, the guy didn’t shove him away. Instead, he laughed and ruffled my cousin’s hair affectionately. (much to his little group of friend’s obvious chagrin.) I smiled. And here I had been worried that no one would be able to put up with the kid more than five minuets.
“Yo, Dem!” I looked up at the sound of Axel’s voice. He was beckoning me over to where he and Roxas were seated in on the third bleacher down. Hefting my pack a little higher on my shoulder, I headed upward and plunked down in fount of them on the bleacher below, and was joined by Cloud (who was a senior) a moment later.
Cloud had driven Sora and I to school that morning, while Axel had offered Roxas a ride. I did not envy him, as just watching the bright red car swerving around WAY ahead of us on the road made me sick to my stomach. Cloud was a much safer, much more calm driver, thank you very much, and I did value my life.
“Man, I hate the first day assembly. I mean, yea we get to skip first period, but we still have to sit and listen to Mr. Mansex preach all day. Fucken A.” Axel muttered, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and fiddling with it. Axel was an avid smoker and the habit as one he had had back when I had known him.
“Mansex?” I said, feeling a grin slip onto my face, even though I had no idea what they were talking about. Axel grinned that grin that he had given me this morning when he had mentioned my state of dress and getting….how did he put it?….“fucked by the principal?“ ….the one that just let you KNOW he was thinking something dirty.
“Yea, look.” He took a piece of paper. On it he wrote “Mr. Xemnas” as Roxas groaned, though it looked like he was trying to hide a laugh.
“Okkkkkkkk………” I said slowly, not really getting it. Axel just pointed to it.
“Now rearrange the letters and tell me what you get.”
I squinted at the paper. Lets see…Mexnas? Senmax? Xamnes? I was lost. I looked up at Axel with an “I-don’t-follow-you” look. Axel sighed in exasperation and began scribbling on the paper again.
“Honestly, Dem, that blond is really showing through.” He muttered, laughing. I glared at him, but ended up with the piece of paper getting shoved into my face for all of my troubles.
“Now look.”
I took the paper and held it at a reasonable distance (my eyes do have limits, thank you very fucking much.) and raised an eyebrow, trying not to, but feeling my face flush what I’m sure turned out to be, thanks to my light skin, a bright fuchsia.
The paper read “Mansex.”
“Oh.” was all I had to say. Well, now Axel’s comment about the principal fucking me made sense.
Speaking of Axel, the bastard was cracking up and making comments about my blush.
“Dude, you STILL blush like a fucking GIRL!” he shouted in delight, making several people look our way in curiosity. I felt my face go warmer. Roxas elbowed Axel sharply in the ribs, though I could tell he was having trouble not laughing at me himself.
“Axel, shut up before you make him bleed out his ears.” he scolded. Yup, I love my dear, sweet cousins. Note that some amount of sarcasm does apply here.
“Whatever.” I muttered, wadding the paper up and throwing it at the red-head, who just laughed harder. I turned away, scowling.
“Awww….Dem is POUTING!” Axel crowed. I growled. I do not POUT! I scowl. Pouting is for girls, and I may be gay (yes gay. Got a problem with it? Either don’t bother me with it, or I can introduce you to Mr. Switch Blade. I still carry him around in my pocket.) but POUTING is something only a girl or a feministic person would do. And I am neither, thank you very much.
…….Don’t look at me like that. I’m fucking serious.
Really!
Ok, do I need to pull my knife?…….I didn’t think so.
Luckily for me, before Axel could humiliate me and tease me any more, a man with long, sliver hair and a black suit stepped up on stage and took the mike from the podium that had been set up, apparently for his use.
“And there’s old Mansex himself.” Axel said, rather loudly as the room fell silent. “Settle in cuz this is gonna take a while.”
And take a while it did. Principal Xemnas talked and talked for an hour, maybe a little more. I will never know exactly because I fell asleep, my head drifting down to rest on Cloud’s shoulder. I was rather surprised when Cloud woke me later. I mean, One, CLOUD had let me use his shoulder as a pillow, and we all know I cling in my sleep, and two, at first every time Principal Xemnas’s eyes had drifted in our direction, I had the oddest urge to sit up straight and hang on his every word. But fall asleep I did, and it was one of the best naps I have ever gotten at school. Well fuck me, what do you know?
I yawned sleepily as I watched Roxas trying to wake Axel up (apparently I’m not the only one who cuddles in his sleep) holding up the piece of paper with my classes on it.
“Uhn, do we go to second period now?” I asked, still trying to shake off my grogginess. Cloud nodded as Roxas finally managed to rouse sleeping beauty, taking the paper form me to see what class I had.
“You have Science with Mr. Zexion.” He said, handing the paper back to me. “Just follow Roxas and Sora. They’re taking it as an AP class.” I nodded, not at all liking the thought of science class. It was one of my worst subjects (besides Math). I’m much better at the arts like Music and English. Hehe, who am I kidding? I rock at Music!
Yea, I know, modest guy, ain’t I?
“Hey, Dem, wait until you see this one teacher! He can’t be more that twenty! Most people can’t even tell him apart for the students most of the time!” Axel laughed, reattaching himself to Roxas. I’m beginning to wonder about those two….
“Really?” I said, not to interested. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if this teacher was hot though. Axel nodded and continued to chat, and when he walked up to the same door Roxas, Sora (who had managed to pry himself away form Riku and join us sometime during the conversation) and I were headed for, I assumed he had this “Mr.Zexion” as well. I wondered what kind of person he was. Knowing schools like Destiny, who wanted to keep up their images, he was probably wither some old fat guy, or just old. I winced as Axel twisted the knob to the door rather violently and flung it open with such force it bounced back off the wall. With a sigh, I followed him in.
Thinking back, had I know what would happen form then on , I might not have followed him. Had I known all of the trouble simply setting foot in that room would cause me, I would have turned tail and ran back to Never Was High. And then I think about it, and I’m fucking glad I can’t see into the future. After all, that was how I met HIM, and my fucking soap opera of a life started a new season.
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Me: wow, that ending line was so corny….
Have you ever heard of love at first sight? Do you believe in it?
Nah, me neither. I didn’t then, and I don’t now. It’s just something that the people who write those sappy romance novels coin to sell more books to love sick teenage boys and girls who probably have love lives that are close to the normal side of things.
Lust at first sight though? Now that I can do.
Hey Mr. Ze!” Axel shouted into the empty room. Well, empty except for the boy sitting behind the desk.
My first thought was “wow! Is he in our class?! He’s HOT! In an emo kind of way.” my second thought was “Why the fuck is he wearing a suit? Is he one of those pricks who try to become the teacher’s pet on the first day or something?” though for some reason that didn’t seem to match the kid. There was something about his Aura that said otherwise.
“Who’s that?” I asked Roxas as I followed them to the back of the room and took the seat next to Axel. Roxas looked at me oddly and Axel snickered.
“That’s Mr. Zexion, Dem!” Soar said, and while I was glad he wasn’t shouting like he had been that morning, it was still a little to loud for my tastes, and I blushed as the science teacher looked up and right at me.
Holy shit, he had violet eyes. Well, eye, since his hair was flipped over one of them, hiding it from view. But still, How did I know his eyes color? HE WAS LOOKING ME IN THE DAMN EYES! STARING RIGHT THE FUCK AT ME! I knew my face had resumed its fuchsia color, and maybe had even bypasses it for scarlet. I could hear Axel cracking up again beside me, but I ignored him for the time being. The sexy teacher-and I do mean sexy- and I were having a staring match.
Our little contest probably only lasted a minuet, but it seemed like an eternity to me before he simply looked away form me and back down at his papers. That kind of dismissal stung a little for some reason. Not that I was expecting anything, though. I mean, what was he going to do? Walk up to me and look lovingly into my eyes before kissing me senseless and fucking me on the desk?
Heheh, I decided to store that piece of imagery away for later…..
“Ah. Well, how that hell was I supposed to know that.” I muttered, suddenly feeling sullen. I turned to scowl at my desk as other students began filing in.
“You weren’t.” Roxas said firmly, and I just knew he was glaring at Axel. I glanced over at him. Yup, The Glare of Death was firmly in place. “Most people make that mistake. Mr.Zexion just looks really young, that’s all.”
I sighed, stealing one last glance up at the boy-no, man- behind the desk. He was staring rather intently at whatever was on the top of the rather large pile he had in front of him. I briefly wondered what it was before shaking my head at myself. Hot or not, the guy was my teacher, so I couldn’t make a move on him, which fucking sucked. I had heard of people getting arrested for things like that.
For good measure I poked at my cheek, which was (much to my chagrin) still covered in a good quantity of baby fat.
Pulling out some paper form my bag, along with a pen, I began to doodle absently, creating a stick-and-scribble picture of Godzilla and Optimus Prime duking it out in Manhattan. I was just sketching in a flying saucer in the corner when I became aware of someone standing at my shoulder. Turning my head quickly, I found lavender hair and a violet eye staring at me impassively from about two or three inches form my face. OH MY GOD! Mr. Zexion had been standing there staring over my shoulder as I drew! When the fuck did he get there?!?!?
As surprised as I was, I handled it in a completely mature and adult manner.
………….Alright fine! I screamed and fell out of my chair! Are you happy now?! I mean, he appeared out of thin air! What did you expect me to do?!? And anyway, I can’t help it if my scream is a bit girly…..
I wonder if Axel had ever laughed that much in his whole entire life. Really, before the day was out we were going to have to take him to the vets and get him sedated, no fucking joke. And wouldn’t you know, it was all at my expense. He’s just such a wonderful fucking friend.
As for Mr. Zexion? He just raised an eyebrow, apparently unfazed by my reaction.
And as for me? I was sitting on the floor for the second time that day, and (as Axel so graciously informed me later) my face was red enough to rival a tomato. Damn my pale skin. I always hated the fact that I blushed easily.
Well, anyway, Mr. Zexion looked form me back to the doodle I had been so absorbed in. Roxas was trying to smother Axel, who was having trouble breathing, but that was more of the fact that he was laughing so hard…..And. The. Whole. Fucking. CLASS. Was. Staring. RIGH. AT. ME!
“Interesting.” Mr. Zexion said, his voice soft and cold. I shivered despite myself. He glanced over at me again, and I felt a slight annoyance.
Sure, thanks for the hand up. You didn’t cause me to burse my ass TO much.
It didn’t help much that he was looking at me like I was a piece of dirt he had little to no interest in. Wow, that made me feel good. “Do you always draw during class? Because if so, you and I might have a problem.”
I blinked at him.
“Well, no teach, not usually, but class hasn’t started yet.”
Just as I said that the bell rang. Go figure. I scrambled up and back into my seat while trying to keep some distance between us. I had just decided that he scared the living shit out of me. In a sexy way……did I mention that he was really hot up close? With really smooth, pale skin that just looked really soft and touchable……
“I see….” He said and for a moment I thought I saw something resembling a smile ghost across his face, but then it was gone and I was sure I had imagined it. “you are Demyx, correct?” He asked. I nodded hesitantly. He turned and headed up the rows, beckoning me to follow, but not saying a word more.
Frowning at the back of his head, I stood and followed him to the front of the room, where he stopped and turned to look at me. Nothing else. Well, at least not for a few minuets. Just looked at me. And me? Well, hell, I looked back.
“Please introduce yourself to the class.” he said at length, going back around his desk and sitting down. That was when I noticed what it was that he had been staring so intently at: A cross word puzzle.
Turning back to look at the room, I shrugged. Screaming in front of the class and having people stare at me was one thing, but having all of their attention on me for any other less embarrassing reason, and I love it. I’m an attention eater…..
“Hmmm….well, lets see…..My name is Demyx, I like sweet things, I hate bitter things, I’m sixteen, nearly seventeen, I’m a Pieces, I love to swim and play musical instruments, especially the sitar….oh, I just transferred here from Never Was High….”
Ok, I may have forgotten to mention this earlier, but Never Was and Destiny are rival schools. And by rival, I mean if you picture the one person who you would stop at nothing to kill, and then picture yourself torturing them fro about eight years or so, that would be about how much these two schools hate each other. Actually, that would be an understatement.
So yea, if friends was what I was looking for at that school, I had just said about the worst possible thing I could have.
Ever.
Everyone in there (besides the three I came in with of course, though they didn‘t look to happy with me at the moment, though for different reasons than every one else) was looking at me with a three way mixture of hate, wariness and curiosity on their faces. Even Mr. Zexion had an odd look on his face, though it was so mild I couldn’t adequately tell what it was.
THAT was when I realized that I really need to start thinking before I speak. But of course, like all good lessons, I needed to be taught it more than once before it finally sunk in.
Though this time since the damage was already done, and I KNEW it, I shut up pretty quickly.
“…..And that’s about it, teach.” I said hastily, grinning uneasily at Mr. Zexion. He blinked slowly at me, and I could just TELL he was thinking about something by the way his eyes flickered briefly across my face. He was probably memorizing every detail to tell the police the next time something went missing.
Yes officer, he would say, He has dirty blond hair in a really cool mullet-like thing and he’s totally hot, with a body like a god!
Yea, and I’ll shave my head bald. But hey, a guy can daydream, can’t he?
Anyway, after a while, he simply cocked his head to one side slightly and told me to sit back down, which I did, this time fighting off my blush, and doing a pretty good job of it if I do say so myself.
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The rest of the day went pretty well, if I do say so myself. I had to introduce myself in all of the rest of my classes, though I managed to avoid mentioning where I was from, though by then it had already spread throughout the school, so mentioning it would have been rather unnecessary.
Anyway, it was still a relief when I finally reached my last class of the day. The one I had been waiting for; the one I had been wiling to not skip class for; Can you guess what it is?
MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I have Music as an elective.
Hey, it’s one of my strong points. A guy’s got to stick to his strengths, don’t you think?
And the thing that made the day really great was that, putting it lightly, the teacher liked me.
To put it adequately, she LOVED me.
Miss Ariel was really impressed. I could tell. She called on me constantly to answer her questions (can you believe they actually gave out tests about different types of music and instruments and famous names in musical history?!) and she was really….enthusiastic when I got them right. And I will say this: A better singing voice, I have not heard..
But what really synched it, was what she said after class as I was about to leave the band hall.
“Demyx, would you mind coming over here a moment?” She called as I was hefting my now doubled-in-weight bag onto my shoulder. I shrugged my free shoulder and walked over to where she was standing.
“Yes?” I asked, trying to ignore the fact that the circulation was already leaving my poor shoulder where my bag strap was digging into it.
“You know a lot about instruments. Did you take music or band at your other school?” She asked and I almost laughed. I skipped school with my gang most of the time at my old school. In fact, it was a wonder I had passed all of the grades that I had. And besides, I would have been teased constantly if I had done anything like that.
No, it was better for my health if I just stuck to the basics.
But of course, I didn’t say any of that. Either she didn’t know where I was from, which I found unlikely by now, or she just didn’t care. Or something else that I had yet to think of.
So I answered instead with a simple “Nope.” she cocked her head thoughtfully.
“Well, do you play any instruments?” she asked. I grinned. I had a sitar at home that was my most prized possessions. It had been a gift on my fourteenth birthday form my father, one of the few times he remembered I was alive.
“Hell yea!” I said happily. “I can play the sitar, and the guitar as well. And I can play the violin a bit.”
What can I say? Larxene taught me how. And I don’t just play a bit. But if you tell ANYONE, I WILL kill you.
Either way, she nodded and handed me a key.
“You can have access to the band hall and the instruments in here any time you want.” And then she turned and left.
And me? I just stood there, staring at the tiny, silver key in my hand, with nothing but “Where the fuck did that come from?!” going through my mind.
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“Wow, Miss Ariel must really like you.” Roxas noted as I showed the key to Axel and he as we were walking across the parking lot, looking for Cloud and Sora some minuets later. “She can be really protective of those instruments, and she really likes music.” He cocked his head to one side, regarding me with curiosity.
“Hey, do you still play the steer thingy?” Axel asked and I glared at him.
“Sitar.” I corrected. “And yes, I still play, just not as much as I used to.” Roxas raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t know you played an instrument?” He said curiously as I spotted Cloud a small distance away trying to subtly tell the silver haired kid-Riku, was it?- that it was time to let Sora go so that he could get into the car. I headed over as I answered him.
“I haven’t really felt like it since I moved in.” I said. Truthfully, part of the reason I had played so much before was to drowned out my parents yelling at each other or my mothers drunken rants about how my father and I had ruined her life. Now, with Cloud and the twins, it was so quiet in the house that I often felt like I couldn’t make even the slightest noise or I would upset the silence so badly it could never be obtained again, and as I have said before, I liked the fact that the house was quiet.
“Hey.” Axel said, poking me in the ribs. “Did Larxene ever follow through with that plan to teach you how to play the violin?”
“No.” I said quickly, but I could never lie very well, and the truth was probably plastered all over my face like usual, because Axel started laughing his ass off again.
“What’s so funny?” Cloud asked. We had reached him and the hyper-active-wonder and his squeeze toy-er-friend.
“Nothing.” I muttered, scowling at the red head, who, you guessed it, laughed harder, leaning heavily on Roxas for support.
“oh come on Dem, the violin? Could she have picked a more girly instrument for you to play?!” Axel gasped, wiping a tear from his eyes. A sudden though on how to shut him the fuck up occurred to me.
“Why don’t you tell her that to her face?” I suggested. “I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you.”
It worked like a charm. He choked before looking up at me with something like alarm on his face. Yup, Larx defiantly left a lasting impression, that was for sure.
“Can we go now?” I think we had stalled Cloud long enough and he was starting to get annoyed. Nodding at the irate blond, I climbed into the passenger seat, watching Sora and his “friend” promise to call each other that night about four or five times. Looks like now I knew who had been using up the phone batteries all summer long.
Any way to make the fifteen minuet trip compact enough to fit into about thirty seconds of reading time, (or less, I’m just that good) we all got into the cars that had brought us there that morning, I said a silent prayer for Roxas, and we took off, me successfully holding in my lunch as I once again was privy to witnessing Axels “mad driving skills” as he called them. Huh, mad was right. That poor little old lady.
No, I meant the one on the sidewalk, watering her yard.
Well, anyway, to get right to the point, we pulled up the driveway about two or three minuets after Axel and Roxas to find them standing in the front yard waiting for us, Roxas looking rather grim, Axel looking rather puzzled.
It wasn’t until we really looked closely at the two cars parked in Cloud’s drive way that we realized the reason. All eyes turned to me as we exited the car. For some reason that insulted me.
“I don’t know why they’re here!” I snapped. Axel cocked his head to one side, and I wondered how much he had been told of my situation here. Cloud simply blinked at me and turned towards the house and headed up the drive.
“Well,” He said over his shoulder “we won’t know until we go in and ask.”
Shooting me a worried look, Roxas agreed, as did Sora. With a sigh of defeat (because I REALLY did not want to go in there and meet our rather unexpected guests, but I knew Cloud was right) I started to follow them into the house reluctantly. Before I could get more than a few paces, however, a hand grabbed my arm.
It was one of the first times I could ever remember seeing Axel looking worried over someone other than himself.
“Hey, Dem, if things get rough, you know you can always crash at my place, right?” I blinked at him and he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I mean, Roxas kinda told me about….why you’re living with him….” well that answered my earlier question “and I have a really bad feeling about this….” He glanced towards my parent’s vehicles again. “…so…yea….well, I’m going to go home now.” He said, deciding it was time to make his grand escape. I didn’t blame him, and I almost decided to take him up on his offer. I hadn’t seen my parents since I had moved about a month before, and my mom had been…..incapacitated at the time, and my dad had been away on some business trip, so I ended up leaving with pretty much no one noticing. I was not looking forward to this. Not at all.
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Ok, so you remember everything I said in the Prologue, right?
Ok, good, I was just checking. I don’t want to have to re-explain myself.
“SWEETIE!”
To say that I was surprised when my mom, surprisingly sober and neat looking, leaped from the couch and HUGGED me as I entered the living room, would be as much of an understatement as saying the sky was high up, Sora liked coffee, Axel was annoying, and Cloud was stoic.
I was beyond shocked.
I glanced uneasily passed her to my father, watching us closely from the other couch on the other end of the room, seated next to man with long black hair and a navy suit. I wondered if there was some truth to the theory that aliens could take the forms of humans and dispose of the real things, just going on to live in that unfortunate human’s place.
It would explain what the fuck was going on.
I noticed a young blond woman seated on the same couch as my mother had been. It didn’t take me long to conclude who they were. I watch television too, you know!
The crisp, wrinkleless, starched suits, the brief cases. (if they had sunglasses and those cool little ear phone things, I would peg them for secret service, though why they would be following my PARENTS around was beyond me. So I settled for the next best (or worst, depending) thing: Lawyers. (I watch divorce court sometimes because Sora like it. Why I do not know, but the kid eats the drama up.) Not only that, But I recognized the insignia sewn on to both jackets: The Turks. The best of the best. Not surprising. My dad did make a nice living in his office, though why on earth they were HERE of all places with lawyers was anyone’s guess. Surly they weren’t planning on, like, suing Cloud or something, were they?
Cuz I mean, come on, that would just be stupid.
“Oh sweetie! I’ve missed you!” my mom squealed, giving me one final squeeze before letting me go and beaming at me.
Remember when I said that it took me a while to remember that thing about thinking before speaking? Well, this is one of those times that I just prove myself correct.
“You miss throwing beer bottles at me?” I asked incredulously, missing the point, if there even was one. She tensed up and a shadow passed over her face momentarily, but hen she was back to being the sweet, cheerful woman who was completely freaking me out. I did not, however, miss the look my father exchanged with his lawyer, and I’m sure she didn’t either, even as she started fussing over my hair of all things.
“May I ask why all of you are here, in my house, quite unexpectedly?” Cloud asked softly. He left the “and uninvited.“ off, but it kind of hung in the air. My mom looked at him as if just now noticing he was there, which was stupid since it was his house.
“Oh Cloud honey! I want to thank you fro taking care of Dem here. I hope he wasn’t to much trouble?” She said sweetly. Cloud simply stared at her.
So did I, for that matter. She made it sound like Cloud had been baby-sitting me while she was at Wal-Mart or something.
The twins were standing in a corner, quiet, for once, and for the most part forgotten as my father’s lawyer stood and moved forward.
“Mr. Strife, we apologizing for intruding on you, but we have something to discuss that concerns Mr. Demyx and you.” His voice was cold and clipped, with a strange, almost oriental-ish accent to it. His black gaze flickered to the kids in the corner, watching curiously, then back to Cloud. “if you would allow us some of your time? This is rather important.”
Cloud nodded and sat slowly in a chair that was positioned across form the TV and between the two couches around the coffee table. I opted to remain standing, even though my mom, suddenly so affectionate after thirteen or so years, tried to tug me over to the couch where she and the yet-to-speak blond were seated. Seeing that I was not coming, she pouted and headed back where she plunked herself down on the couch.
“Perhaps introduction are needed first?” The Asian man asked, though it was less of a question and more of a half hearted attempt to make the conversation more comfortable. Or maybe he was just stalling for time. Either way, I wished he would just hurry it up so that they could get around to telling me what the fuck was going on. The curiosity was seriously eating me the fuck up.
“My name is Tseng. I am one of the head lawyers” (ha, see, I TOLD you they were lawyers!) “form Shinra Inc.‘s western branch, the Turks. I was hired by Mr. Arquiate, just was my associate, Elena, was hired by Mrs. Arquiate, to represent each party in the upcoming divorce.” he paused and watched our reactions. None of us really had one. Cloud never really had much of a reaction to anything, and me? Well, I was more surprised to finds out my parents were actually MARRIED then upset about them getting a divorce.
“We have arranged all of the conditions already, the possessions are to be divided equally among the two clients, the house going to mine, the vehicles going to the other. There is simply one last matter to resolve.” His cool eyes landed on me, as did every other pair in the room. “Who is going to gain custody of the child?”
I blinked at him, first insulted that I had been referred to as a child like a five year old, and second because it took a while for the meaning of his words to sink in.
“Wait-what?” I asked, surprised.
“I have custody over him. There was a hearing and neither of them-” here he nodded at my parents “-showed up so the court handed him over to me.” I nodded, still slightly surprised. I have never been the fastest motorboat in the harbor, and right now my engine was stalling.
“Yes, but we are willing to fight you for it!” my mother said loudly. The blond-Elena, was it?- shushed her, but while she quieted down, she still set at the edge of the couch as if ready to attack Cloud unless he handed me over to her. My father, who had yet to speak, also tensed. I felt a little left out. I mean, It wasn’t like I had made an effort to really join the conversation, but no one was exactly asking my fucking opinion, anyway.
And besides, where did they get off coming and trying to drag me back with them NOW, when, as Cloud had said, they hadn’t even bothered to come to the hearing to TRY and keep me in the first place. It was only when they were dividing up their possessions for the divorce--
“I’m going through re-hab, so I can be a great mother! I‘ve been completely sober for twenty three days!” My mom exclaimed, giving me a smile that reminded me of the one Larxene had once given a cowering puppy on time when she was trying to coax it out from under her couch so she could throw it out into the rain for peeing on the floor. “And of course,” She added, with a bit more enthusiasm, “Harold would have to pay child support, so I could get him whatever he wanted…” My father tensed up even more than before as she gave me that enticing smile again.
Now, honestly, throughout my entire life, I have only been truly angry a few times. In fact, I could probably count the number on both hands. I’m just that kind of person.
Now however, for reasons I still can’t really explain, as soon as it hit me what was going on, I was royally fucking PISSED! I mean, I kind of had a right to be. They ignore me for pretty much my entire life, don’t even show up when I’m being handed over to a cousin I didn’t even know existed until he showed up and loaded my bags into the back of his car and drove me off to his house, and NOW THAT THEY ARE DIVIDING UP THINGS FOR THEIR DIVORCE they suddenly say “oh, and that son we haven’t seen or heard from in about a month or so. What should we do with him?”
And then my mom obviously gets the bright idea that she can still get some more money out of my dad by forcing him to pay child support, and dear old dad doesn’t want to pay up, so what happens? A fight.
Or maybe I’m being over dramatic, but that’s kind of what it looks like to me.
So yea, I had a right to be mad for once, and I’m pretty sure you would be too. Mad, I mean. At least in my own mind.
I could feel my fingers curling into fists, my nails cutting eight little crescents into my palms. What was even worse, was that I LIKED it here. And now they were trying to make me leave?!
Suddenly I found that I really didn’t want to be there anymore, with my mother flashing me coaxing smiles and my father not really looking at me at all, and Cloud just sitting there calmly as the lawyer outlined all of the legal things that I didn’t understand.
Would Cloud really let them just take me away like that? He did have two little brothers anyway. I supposed that having mew around was just making it harder for him.
And besides, no one was really paying much attention to me. The twins, either board or as lost as I was, had slunk back up the stairs to their rooms.
So I turned on my heal and walked out the door. And slammed it behind me, just for good measure.
And damn, but didn’t that feel fucking good.
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I hadn’t been walking for long, just staring at my feet and wander aimlessly. School had been out for about an hour, and it was that last thing on my mind, so I was rather surprised when I looked up and-
Yup, you guessed it, I was standing right outside the school.
You guys are good. Either you are a psychic audience, or my case is not very unique.
The first choice sounds more interesting…. You’re going to have to show me how to move things with my mind when this is all over and done with. Not right now though. Right now I am talking.
Anyhow, back on subject, I was outside school with no reason to be there, but nowhere else but home to go to.
Given the choices, I think that I would rather have been at school.
That day was forever marked on my calendar as “The-Day-I-Said-Something-That-You-Will-Never-Hear-From-My-Mouth-EVER-Again.”
I stuck my hands in my pockets and was about to turn and leave, when something cold brushed my fingers. Frowning, I pulled it out. It was the key to the music room Miss Ariel had given me.
Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to play some music.
I headed up the front walk to the doors, which, to my surprise, were unlocked. Entering, I didn’t look around, assuming that no one would be there that late after school. Besides, the place was as silent as a tomb, and it was kind of creepy, to see a place usually so full of life and noise completely empty save for probably the janitors, but I didn’t encounter any of them on my way down the hall.
Reaching the room, I fumbled with the key for a moment before it slipped into the lock and allowed me entrance to my favorite room in the school.
I flicked the lights on and felt infinitely better upon seeing the instruments lined up on the walls, and knowing that there were more in the storage room. There was even a huge piano in the corner.
Wandering around and brooding quietly to myself for a moment, I finally grabbed a guitar from the corner and plunked down on top of one of the desks, strumming the notes gently in hopes of calming my nerves. I briefly contemplated checking Axel’s locker to see if he had any cigarettes stashed away in there before disregarding the idea. I had been trying to quite since Cloud and Roxas didn’t like the smoke or the smell.
I strummed a few more notes in agitation before casting my mind out for something to play as my hands settled into a regular rhythm. Before I knew it, I found myself strumming the notes of a song I had made up a few years back when I had been marginally depressed. It was a relatively fast, but I had been told by Marluxia that there was something sad about it. Larxene had worked out how to play it on the violin as well, but it just wasn’t the same as on a larger string instrument.
As usual, I was soon lost in my own thoughts, strumming and even humming along with the tune I knew by heart by now, so I didn’t notice the person standing in the doorway watching me until I happened to glance up absentmindedly.
Mr. Zexion raised an eyebrow as I screamed and fell off the desk in fount of him for the second time that day.
“Stop DOINING that!” I snapped, sitting up and checking the instrument over for damage before glaring at him. He simply sighed and walked over, offering me a hand up. I just stared at it like a dummy for a few moments, surprised, before taking it and allowing him to pull me to my feet.
His hands were cool and smooth. Soft too. I wondered vaguely if he used lotion.
“It was nice.” he said after a moment, finally letting go of my hand, which he had held just a second to long, though if this meant something, I was not sure. I was to busy trying to figure out what he was talking about.
“Huh?”
Yea, I am the master of eloquence.
He simply gave me a flat look and pointed to the instrument in my hand.
Oh, that.
“Oh, that.” I said, rubbing the back of my head and grinning at him. I got the same flat look.
“uh, yea, Miss Ariel gave me the key to this room. I was hehe, you know.” I held up the instrument unnecessarily. His eyes flickered briefly to the guitar before returning to my face.
“Playing?” he supplied after a moment.
I half glared at him, but said “Yea, that word.” I was rather surprised when one side of his lips quirked slightly into what might have been a brief smile.
“It was very sad.” he regarded me curiously, his question implied, though I didn’t catch it at the time.
“Yea, it’s one I made up….” I said slowly. This was the longest conversation I had had with the man that day, though that wasn’t really saying much “I’m better at this kind of stuff then anything like math or…” I paused for a moment. “…Science.” I finished. His lips quirked briefly again.
“You mean anything that requires thinking?” he said, his face almost completely strait. I gave him a mock offended look.
“I will have you know that this takes a lot of brain power.” I said, waving the piece of wood and strings in his face. He snorted. I stuck out my tongue, a little surprised that I was bantering with one of my teachers like this. Especially the one that seemed to have about as much emotion as a rock. The bastard smirked at me, not answering.
“Fine,” I said, thrusting it at him again “you try it.” He shook his head and I grinned at him. Then he stepped around me, heading for the piano in the corner. I watched him curiously as he picked up a sheet of music and studied it for a second. Then he began to play.
And he was GOOD.
And I was SURPRISED.
He was playing a piece that I had heard before. Beethoven, or something.
A science teacher who could play the piano like THAT? Well color me fucking impressed.
“Ok, I give.” I said when he finished and turned a smirk on me. I held up my hands in defeat.
“You give up like that?” He asked, cocking his head to one side. “No fight? That’s no fun.” I couldn’t resist.
“Oh, you like ’um feisty?” I teased, and I reveled in the fact that he actually blushed. He turned away from me quickly to hide it, but it was there. Encouraged, I waltzed over and plunked my ass down on the bench next to him, leaning in against his chest as he turned to look at me in surprise. I plucked out a few random keys on the piano.
“Oh, teach, show me how to play like that. What you do with your fingers. I’ll make sure to sing really pretty for you. Nice and loud to!” I batted my eyelashes for emphasis.
Hey! I was a teenager and had a dirty mind. He seemed to have some kind of pole up his rather uptight ass. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to make him as uncomfortable as I could. And boy, did he looked uncomfortable. His pale face was taking on a bright pink tinge. It was funny, but it looked like he was taking me seriously.
“I’m kidding.” I laughed as I sat back up straight, and for a moment I believed that he looked almost disappointed. “You don’t have to look like your about to have a heart attack. You just…” I trialed off for a second. “…hmm…. Well, I can’t really say much since I only just met you today. But you don’t seem like a person who takes chances or has fun often. At least that was my first impression.” I shrugged. He coughed, still sounding uncomfortable. His cheeks were still tinged pink, and I could tell he was trying to re-collect his pride over getting flustered so easily.
“First impressions can be misleading.” he grumbled. I grinned at him. Then came a rather uncomfortable silence.
“Hey, I’m sorry if I offended you.” I said after a moment of the rather uncomfortable silence. That is one kind of silence I have never been able to stand. The uncomfortable kind. They make me antsy. So I strummed a few notes on the guitar I still held, settling back into a tune. This time it was “Wake Me Up” from Evanescence. (if I hear a tune more that once or twice, I can play it. It’s one of my many gifts, besides being unbelievably sexy.)
“You didn’t.” he answered in his usual calm, controlled , nearly emotionless voice. “I simply was not expecting you to start flirting with me.” he muttered this part more under his breath. I laughed and he glared at me. I ignored said glare. Cloud and Roxas glared a lot. I was immune.
“But why not? It’s not like I COULD have been serious. I mean, you are my teacher. I wouldn’t want you to get fired or anything, no matter how many kids say you’re a prick in the class room.” He snorted at that a little. “And anyway, your hot! Why wouldn’t someone flirt with you?” I was halfway teasing him again, but the other half was serious. The look on his face was once again fucking priceless. Oh the woes of not having a camera when I really needed one. He opened his mouth to say something, but I was having fun with my current devious streak. I strummed a few cords on the guitar, interrupting him before he cold even get a word out, and began singing at the top of my lungs, not really sure where I had gotten the idea for the new nickname with which he found himself stuck from that moment on, but having fun with the idea anyway.
“OH ZEXY, HE’S SO SEXY!!!!!!” I screamed for the whole empty building to hear, not even bothering to try and actually sing. I just wanted to be loud. And to embarrass him, which apparently I did a very good job of, because his face went scarlet and the next thing I knew he was trying to put his hand over my mouth, muttering something about the janitors and if I was going to make fun of him to at least do it quietly.
I simply squirmed away form him, and laughing all the while, proceeded to ’sing’ louder. Then he resorted to drastic measures, beating me with the nearest thing to hand (which was a rolled up magazine. I don’t know what I would have done if he had reached a little farther to the left and grabbed a microphone or one of the many recorder-flute-things lying scattered about the room.)
Laughing, I jumped up and danced away from him, still screeching at the top of my lungs “SEXY ZEXY!!!!” And a few other words I was just throwing in for effect. Needless to say, my poor embarrassed teacher and his Magazine Roll of DEATH followed me. He actually chased me around the fucking room. It made me wonder how old he really was. I mean, he looked seventeen, Roxas has said he was about twenty, and he was acting my age. Or younger. Not that I was complaining. Any anger I had been harboring up until that point had disappeared completely.
I swear he was having more fun than I was with this though, which is saying a lot, cuz I was having a fucking blast.
Well, until he realized what he was doing, but by that time he had pretty much pinned me to the wall.
No fucking joke.
I couldn’t play the guitar anymore because when he had caught me he had made sure I was immobile by pinning my wrists to the wall behind me.
For such a scrawny dude, he was fucking strong. I figured he must work out (and found out later that he in fact carried a crap load of very heavy books with him constantly). I toyed momentarily with the idea of continuing my impromptu song, just to see how he would shut me up with both of his hands out of commission.
Heheh, I was REALLY tempted to try it, especially since he was already breathing rather hard form chasing me. I could feel it on my cheeks.
You know what else? The bastard has a good inch or so on me.
Yea, yea, I know, he’s older, but still….
But back to the singing idea, I highly doubted he would shut me up the way I was kind of HOPEING he would, but I’m an optimist, so I decided to try it out any way. I didn’t shout this time. I simply offered him one of my cheekiest grins and proceeded to hum the tune a bit more before singing softly, though at the approximation we had found ourselves in, I knew he would hear me.
“Mr. Zexy is soooo sexy,
And all his students want to screw him.
But he’s kinda uptight,
And he puts up a fight,
And every ones mad cuz he won’t dooooo them!”
He growled at me. I laughed at him. Then he pulled away, and this time I kind of wilted a bit under his gaze. THIS TIME I had offended him.
Oh what am I saying? The look he gave me made me want to piss my fucking pant, tuck my tail firmly between my fucking legs and run back to the rock I had fucking crawled out from under.
No fair. And a moment ago, he had been acting kind of cool.
“I realize that that was all a joke, Mr. Demyx.” He said in the same voice he used when he had sent one of the kids in my science class to the principal after giving him detention that morning. “But I would like it if you would not imply I have or could have any sort of sexual relationship with a student. It would be both below me and unprofessional.”
Ouch…..
I rubbed he back of my head, feeling my smile slip a bit.
“Well, yea, I WAS just kidding after all.” I said slowly. For some reason I felt like I was lying. Probably because I had been having dirty thought about him most of science class. “And besides…” I continued indignantly “I was saying that you WOULDN’T do them.” I half glared back at him, but he ignored that. Grrr…fine be that way, see if I care.
Bitch.
He simply turned on his heel and headed for the door. Huffing to myself, my good mood ruined for the most part, I set the guitar back in it’s proper place and followed him out the door, locking it back up behind me as I did so. I was surprised to see that it had already grown dark.
“Do you know your way home?”
I jumped at the quiet voice. Mr. Zexion was standing beside me, where I had been staring up at the stars for the past few minuets.
I was surprising really, how many stars you could see here on this little island. Back on the main land, you couldn’t see jack shit. To many lights.
“uh….yea.” I answered awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot with nervous energy. He simply nodded to me, heading in the opposite direction with a “see you in class tomorrow.” Before he was swallowed up by the darkness. Sighing, I shoved my hands in my pockets and headed back home.
Home. Where I didn’t want to leave.
I was surprised to find that I had actually forgotten all about my current home problems. Heh, usually music just makes it better.
Zexy made me forget, at least for a little while.
I smiled. That was a nice change.
As I headed to the house, I found myself whistling the tune of my new favorite song, even singing snatches of it under my breath.
“Hey Zexy……you’re so sexy……”
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Me: ehh….I think I made Zexion really OOC in this chapter…..and Demyx too….sorry about that…..I didn’t mean to.