Next two chapters of My Life's a Soap Opera

[katintheroses]

Ok, I think I scared Cloud and the twins when I walked through the door that nigh, whistling and singing a tune that, to them, was complete and utter nonsense. They gave me some very weird looks, either way.

But what can I say? I was in a rather good mood.

The next morning I actually woke up early.

No, I’m serious! Though Sora’s cell phone (which was turned ALL THE WAY UP) actually had more to do with it than anything. Who the hell calls at 7:15 in the morning anyway?!?! They should be shot.

“RIKU!!! HI!!!!”

Oh, that’s who. Ok, that was it, Sora’s little boy toy was going down.

Rolling over, but still able to hear my cousin’s insistent chattering, I groaned and decided that getting up early (well, on time actually, but who’s paying that much attention?) just that once was not going to kill me.

At least I hoped it wouldn’t.

I shuffled out of bed, going through my morning ritual of finding the clothes that smelled the best and putting them on before bathing myself in Axe Body Spray (What can I say? I love the smell of that shit) and wandering downstairs where I could smell pancakes.

Sure enough, Roxas was at the stove, flipping flapjacks like there was no tomorrow. Cloud was sitting at the head of the table, reading the newspaper like he always did (or at least like I assumed he always did. My normal wake up time, if you will remember, is as late as possible.) and sitting right beside him was….

Axel. And he was staring at Roxas’s ass. I decided to ignore that.

Though I can’t say I was surprised.

Meh, whatever, as long as he didn’t hurt the kid and I got my pancakes, I was fine with it.

“Look who’s up on time for once! It‘s sleeping beauty! And here I was about to hand Sora a cup of coffee and ask him to go get you!”

Then again, maiming him wouldn’t be all that bad, would it?

“Hmmm….Sora is going to see Riku in an hour or so. What has he got to talk to him on the phone for anyway?” I grumbled, plopping down at the table across form Axel. Cloud was ignoring everyone behind his paper still. Roxas laughed as he put a plate of Pancakes down in front of Axel, who flashed one of his “I’m-so-charming-you-can’t-resist-me” grins. It was what he used to use to get out of trouble with Larxene. Not that it ever worked with her.

Roxas opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by pounding footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Morning!” Sora sang as he leaped, yeah, leaped , into the room from the middle landing the stairs where they turned form the wall and headed into the kitchen. Then he stopped and stared at me.

“Hey Dem. You’re up on time!” I rolled my eyes.

“Is it really that much of a surprise?” I asked as he came over to sit in the chair to my right.

“Yes.”

Well, gee, all four of them didn’t have to say it at the same time like it was some kind of fucking fact. Even Cloud joined in.

And I stick my tongue out at you, sir!

“It’s all you phone’s fault anyway, Sora.” I grumble not-quite-under-my-breath, stifling a yawn as Roxas finally forked over some pancakes for Sora and I before getting some for himself. Small the kid may be, but he could make a professional chef cry in amazement with his cooking before the poor idiot bowed down to kiss the kid’s feet.

Yea, he’s that good. It’s no wonder Axel was over for breakfast, though I have the feeling he would have showed up if Roxas cooked like Sora and Cloud. (Trust me, if Sora or Cloud cooked, the chef would be crying for a different reason.)

Roxas and I are the only ones in the house who can cook anything and keep it edible. He does breakfast since I am usually still asleep, and I cook dinner, since years of taking care of myself has helped me perfect my culinary skills.

Which reminded me….

“Hey, Roxas, I’m sorry for storming out and forgetting about dinner last night.” I said apologetically, poking at my food. I’m not normally a big breakfast kind of person, since I am usually in to much of a hurry to do more than stuff a piece pf toast in my mouth on my way out the door, but his smelled really damn good, and it was making my mouth water. After a second I decided “fuck it if I make myself sick, I’ll just get to come home” and took a huge bit of it. As per usual, it was delicious.

“It’s ok….” Roxas said slowly. I became aware that everyone in the room was staring at me. Even Cloud was peeking over the top of his paper. I swallowed my mouthful of pancake and stared right back at them.

“Look, I was just a little upset, that’s all.” I said, shrugging. “I’m fine now, everything is fine, and everything will continue to be fine.”

Yea, I didn’t believe the shit I was spewing anymore than they did, but I just wanted them to stop looking at me like I was about to have an emotional breakdown or something. In fact, Cloud looked like he was about to say something when Sora abruptly changed the subject, asking Axel if he had gotten any homework the day before and complaining about how some teachers couldn’t just wait a week or two before piling it on. Axle took his queue, and I shot both of them a grateful look. Sometimes Cloud could be to damn blunt for his own good, and it could sometimes cause more harm then good. That, AND he could be damn fucking persistent when he wanted to be.

Sora, just for that I will not kill your boy toy…..today.

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Several minuets and one small detour later (I had had to stop for a moment when I spotted Sora going for a cup of coffee) we were out the door and headed for out respective rides. I decided that since I had food in my stomach that morning I was not going to watch Axel drive ahead of us this time. I didn’t think that Cloud would appreciate it if I puked all over his car. Ion fact, I didn’t think Sora would appreciate it if I puked all over him(we both rode in the back. Cloud got jumpy if someone rode shotgun, and tended to keep his eyes on them more than the road).

And then of course, there was school. Thanks to Sora, we ended up arriving a bit earlier than we had the day before, so we all just kind of…..stood out in front of the building.

I was still getting hostile looks from the majority of the student body.

Heheh, lookit me mommy, I’m making friends! Yay!

Hn, not that she would care…..

Ok, I’m off tangent.

Again.

Anyway, Roxas and Sora wandered off to their little group of friends, Axel tagging along behind, and Cloud wandered over to where his friends, a group of two other boys who greeted him with vague head nods and two girls who promptly glomped him while another stood by and giggled.

And I was left standing uncomfortable and alone. I would have followed the twins and Axel, of course, had one of the blonds in the group to been giving me death glares.

Now I’m not a person to care to highly what other people think about me really, but I didn’t want to cause Roxas and Sora any trouble, so I decided to steer clear of them until I was either invited over or the blond left. And I was not about to go anywhere near Clouds group of friends because honestly….they all scared the crap outta me.

The two guys, Leon and Vincent, had been over once or twice over the summer, and all they really did was like, sit. I think they can communicate through mind reading or whatever, but I’m not going to test that theory out.

In fact, I made sure to wear a tin foil helmet when they were around, just in case. Maybe I should have made some for the twins as well?

Either way, it wasn’t like I cared. They were quiet and, as much as they creeped me the hell out, it wasn’t like they actually bothered me or anything.

Then there were the girls. Yuffie, who I have already mentioned, Aries, who I have no problem with, though I suspect hat there is more to her then meets the eye…..(you know, like a transformer or something. I mean, no one our age is THAT innocent), and Tiffa, who seems more like a mother or sister figure to Cloud, though I think she really wants to get into his pants, but is to nice for her own good….or something. But with the amount of glomping she and Yuffie do, and some of their squealing, I avoid all of them like the proverbial plague I see them as.

‘Nuff said. Looking back at the twins and their group of friends who I had no idea who they even were, I saw that I was forgotten. Not that I blamed them. They probably didn’t really get to see a lot of each other the day before since they actually spent a lot of time showing me around.

So I was just…..standing there. And feeling very out of place.

Like, have you ever just….walked into a room and everyone in it goes quiet and just LOOKS at you? It was sort of like that, only it was more of a lack of looking that was bothering me. People were now avoiding making eye contact with any part of my body….or were at least trying to look like they were.

Honestly, I knew our schools hated each other, but I didn’t know it was THAT fucking bad.

So I stood there and sighed, casting my eyes about the grounds for something to do to make myself feel like less of an idiot for just STANDING there.

Tree, Tree, more kids…hey, was that kid smoking a joint? (That’s what it looked like)…… Was that even allowed here….I’m sure THAT was illegal in some way…..eww gross…..dog, fire hydrant, I’m not looking that way again, statue, another tree, parking lot, car, car, car, car, car, …hmmm car, car, car, an obscene amount of cars…..

OH MY GOD! LOOK!!!!! It’s another car.

Car, car, car (man, everyone at that school probably owned their own car. How did the busses even keep in business?) car, car, tree (oh, scenery change) car car car….

Mr. Zexion getting out of a car with a shit load of books, another car, some more trees….oh, a bird……

Hang on.

My eyes slid back to where my favorite science teacher was half sliding, half slipping from the inside of his own (you guessed it) car. Heh, even on this tiny island, there were more cars then sand, I think.

Anyway, the books were HUGE. I was willing to bet Clouds sexuality that they were textbooks too, since we had used the old ones the day before.

I watched him struggling a bit to keep a hold on the ginormouse stack of new and laminated, therefore slippery books, expecting one or two of the nearby students to rush forward and give him a hand before he fell on his face.

No one did. In fact, I would be surprised if anyone even noticed him there at all. Or if they did, they did a pretty good job of pretending they didn’t.

Wow, that was cold. I mean, I knew that he was not exactly one of the most liked teachers in the school, since he tended to be much more strict then the other teachers, and he, as I have said, acted like he had something resembling a very long pole shoved up his ass, but that did not mean they should ignore him when he needed help.

Holy shit, listen to me. I sound all righteous and shit.

Really, I just wanted something to do, and he looked like he was about to drop something. Not that I cared about the books, but still….

SO I marched right up to him, and in my most cheerful morning voice, which, for a non morning person is pretty damn cheerful, I said, “Morning Zexy. Need some help?”

Now, I had expected him to hear me coming, but apparently he had been to absorbed in the books to hear me.

Not that he reacted the same way I usually did, (a.k.a. scream and fall off of whatever I happened to be perched on at the time) but he did jerk his head up to look at me fast enough to give any normal person whiplash.

And then he fucking glared at me. Heh, Apparently he didn’t appreciate me using his new nickname at school. Or he was still insulted by the song that had accompanied it. Or both. Not that I blame him.

Had Axel heard it, he would NEVER live it down. The redhead would torture him with it until his graduation day and then some.

Either way, I ignored the glare and went to take some of the books anyway. He jerked away and nearly lost his balance. I reached out to catch him, but he regained his balance himself and upped the level on his glare.

I continued to ignore him, instead holding our my hand for the books. We stared at each other for a few moments before he got the message that I was not going to back off. With a sigh and what sounded suspiciously like a muttered curse, he relinquished a little under half of the books he was carrying.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT! WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE FUCKING THINGS MADE OF?!?”

Yea, the books were heavy. I nearly dropped them right then and there, and I was carrying less than half. How the hell had he managed to get out of the car?! No wonder he was able to pin me to the wall so easily the night before….

Heh, that sounded dirty. The smirk he was giving me wasn’t helping much either.

I hefted the books, getting used to their weight and not looking forward to owning one, and nodded to him.

“Where to teach?”

He turned and headed across the parking lot to the building.

“This way.”

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About five minuets and a few muffled and not-so-muffled curses later I dropped the books unceremoniously and with much disgust onto the floor by his desk.

“What the fuck were they doing making you carry these things all the way form your house?” I demanded as I collapsed into a nearby desk, letting my head loll backwards over the seat. I wasn’t really interested in the answer, but you remember those uncomfortable silences I said I hate? Well, we had a pretty nice one going as I think he waited for me to leave. (I wasn’t going anywhere until I got the feeling back in my arms, though, damnit!

“………..I asked that hey be shipped to my house instead of the school since two years ago we went through half they year with the wrong books.” I lifted my head long enough to give him a quizzical look. And they hadn’t sent them back and switched them why?

“We got them a week into the school year. The delivery to the school was slow since the company was delivering to all of the other schools on the mainland as well. We couldn’t change them since we needed the books. It would have taken to long. So now I just have them shipped to my house. It’s cheaper and it takes less time. Plus, I can make sure they are the right ones before I bring them here.”

Hmmm…..a longer explanation then I had expected, but at least it had gotten him talking, if only for a little while. And then the silence was back, though a little more comfortable.

Not much, mind you, but it was an improvement.

So we just sortta……sat there. Or stood, in his case. He was standing behind his desk staring at the wall. Why I do not know. Must be one fucking interesting wall, I figured.

It took me a second to realize that I had figured that out loud. I kinda realized it though when he turned his head sharply to look at me. I was expecting another damn glare or something. Instead, to my surprise, he actually smirked at me.

“You are not much of a morning person, are you, Mr. Demyx?” he asked. I laughed a bit.

“What was your first fucking clue.” I’m just a bit cranky when I don’t get my usual twelve or thirteen hours of sleep, and this guy seemed to personify uncomfortable silence, which made me a bit antsy.

“Language.” He admonished, though he didn’t really sound like he cared. He fingered a thermos that he had had stashed away in a bag that I didn’t realize was over his shoulder until he set it down to take the cup out. After a second he held it out to me.

“Coffee?” He asked. I smiled a bit at the sudden rather thoughtful offer, but waved it away.

“No thanks. That stuff makes me sick to my stomach. Besides, when I do drink it, I put more cream and sugar in it then coffee. I don’t want to get fat.” I half joked. Honestly, I really didn’t want to gain much weight. I’m a little vain about that, I’ll admit. He, on the other hand, seemed to find it funny as he raised an eyebrow at me, retracting the thermos before setting it on his desk and walking out of the room.

Left alone, I sighed and leaned back in the chair again. I closed my eyes and tried to figure that out. Had I offended him again, to make him leave so abruptly? Did he not like me knocking coffee or something? Not that I cared, but it’s not like I wanted extra homework or anything.

I didn’t even hear him coming back into the room until something clunked down into the desk. I jumped again, but this time I didn’t scream. Or fall out of the chair. Insert mental back pat.

Instead I sat up and stared in puzzlement at the Coke sitting on my desk.

“You like these, right?”

I looked up at him, surprised. They were actually my favorite. I nodded. He headed back for his desk and began shuffling papers around. I looked back at the Coke.

“I though we weren’t supposed to have theses in the building.” I said suspiciously. I’m pretty sure Mansex….er…Mr. Xemnas has said sometime before my nap that if we were caught with bottled drinks in the building, they were to be confiscated and thrown away, or something. He glanced up, and looked like he was debating something.

“I don’t want to see you drinking that in the back of my class.” He said slowly. I blinked at him. Ok, that was damn weired. First he gives this to me, and then he tells me not to drink it in his class. I mean, like he said, I sit at the back of his class. He couldn’t really see me…all….the way…up….oh.

I grinned at him as realization sunk in. Grabbing the caffeinated drink, I stood and walked over to the door (the clock behind him said the bell was going to ring any minuet), pausing when I stood next to him by his desk.

“Sure thing! And thanks, Zexy!” I said. He kind of scowled at me.

“Don’t call me that. It’s not appropriate.” He protested. I raised an eyebrow. Time to play tease the teacher again, while he was still being cool.

“Not appropriate?” I asked. “Is that your only objection to it?” He opened his mouth to say something. Grinning, I reached up and laid a finger across his lips. I think it was surprise more than the actual meaning of the gesture that made him stop whatever he was about to say, though.

Deciding to push my luck, I winked at him, taking my finger away as his jaw tightened and turning for the door just as the bell rang.

“Don’t worry Zexy.” I said over my shoulder as I walked out of the room. “I’ll only call you that when we’re alone.”

And with that I headed to my first period class, History, in a much better mood then I had started with.

And I didn’t get caught with the Coke either.



So a week passed. Yea, I know, time skips can be annoying, but what can I say? If you want to know what happened that week, I could tell you but it would just be a whole bunch of junk. Nothing really pertaining to the story anyway. The most exciting thing that happened was I got introduced to Roxas and Sora’s little group. The blond that had been glaring at me was Hayner, but I was promptly told to ignore him. I think the conversation went something like this when I got home that day. (it was like, Wednesday, or something.

Sora: Why don’t you come hang out with us in the mornings?

Me: Uh, cuz that little blond dude always standing near Roxas kept giving me dirty looks.

Roxas: Hayner? Why would he do that?

Axel: Cuz he’s a prick. Ignore him.

Roxas: Axel! He’s not that bad! ~Insert mighty mini blond glare here~

Axel: ~cowers~

So yea, that was it. Oh, I also found out that Zexy ALWAYS got there really early. I’m not sure why, but apparently the reason he had arrived AFTER us that Tuesday was because it had taken him a while getting those books from hell into his car. I am of the opinion that he took some kind of sadistic pleasure handing those books out to us, anyway. Out of all of the books I got that week, that one was by far the heaviest. People need to stop making scientific discoveries, that’s what I think. Not only are they coming out with stuff that could potentially hurt the earth, but they make us carry it around and do homework on it. Now, I mean, come on, you can not tell me that that is fair!

Anyway, my week passed rather uneventfully. But I did start spending my mornings in Zexy’s class, instead of outside. While it was very very quiet when I did so, he actually made it a habit to buy me cokes, and I made it a habit to flirt with him at least once before I walked out the door.

Wait! No! There was that one incident! The one that I almost forgot just now, but is really really important for later, even if it doesn’t seem like it!

Ok, my fourth period class of the day is English with this big guy named Xaldin. You know, Big, football player looking dude with black shaggy hair and the weirdest cut facial hair you have ever seen. That dude. Anyway, he’s everyone’s favorite teacher. Nice guy, really. A little gruff and kinda strict, but a good guy.

What won me over about him was that that first day, when everyone was giving me these really dirty looks, when I walked in he said “Oh, you must be the student from Never Was, right? Nice to meet you! I‘m afraid you‘ll have to excuse us here at Destiny. We tend to be a little stuck up.”

In case the joke was lost on you, I might add that this was said with a pointed glare at all of the people in the room that were glaring at ME. It was lame, I know, but it was a mark of how respected he was that the temperature rose above freezing in that room after that.

I have to say that English was now my second favorite class (my first favorite being music, of course). Mr. Xaldin was cool. He was the type of teacher who was hands on and not stand-up-in-frount-of-the-room-and-bore-you-out-of-youre-mind-with-a-lectuse-before-giving-you-a-test kind of person. Like, for example, oh, say, Zexy.

So yea, I had designated him a cool guy. In fact, he held me after class and told me that if anyone was giving me a hard time, to let him know and he would deal with it. He said he was looking forward to seeing more of me in and out of school. It was the first time a teacher had ever said something like that to me.

Then the weekend came.

The first dark cloud was the fact that my parents decided to have another meeting in Cloud’s living room to discuss when the hearing for custody over me would be. I decided not to storm out this time.

And so we sat while Tseng outlined everything with the help of Elena. The technical chitchat that I couldn’t understand, I expected. The long, awkward silences, I expected. The unsure pauses and odd glances, I expected.

But I sure as hell didn’t expect Axel to follow Roxas into the living room, take one look at Tseng and yell

“HOLY FUCK! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!” before nearly collapsing in laughter and hastily retreating from the house.

THAT was about the time I decided to leave. Especially when Tseng looked up at Axel with something like recognition in his eyes.

“Axel!” I yelled as the twins(who were just as puzzled as I was) and I caught up with the still giggling redhead. He turned to look at me and immediately dissolved in peals of laughter again.

“You-you! Ah!” He gasped, trying to regain his breath enough to tell us what was so damn funny. I waited patently with Sora while Roxas’s patience grew thin.

“Well?!” He finally snapped. Axel took a deep breath of air and started in an amused tone of voice.

“That guy, his name is Tseng, right, leader of the Turks?” He asked. I nodded, not really seeing the point. He just snickered a bit more.

“Ah, well, see, that’s my brother’s boss.” He said offhandedly. I blinked.

“Reno’s a lawyer?”

I was honestly surprised by that. Not that Reno wasn’t a great guy, he really was. I remember how cool he was when the five of us used to go over to Axels house after school sometimes. He was just…..really laid back and pretty disorganized. The exact opposite of what a lawyer should be.

But Axel just nodded.

“Yup, but that’s not why I was laughing.” Here he paused for dramatic effect. Or he was just waiting for us to ask why. Roxas stepped on his foot impatiently.

“Ouch! Fuck! Ok,ok, fine! Well, that Tseng guy’s Reno’s boss right? Well, a couple of weeks ago I came home form work early (Axel worked at the Movies, and had worked almost all summer. It was why I hadn’t known he lived in the area until the first day of school) and caught the two of them fucking in Reno‘s room.” (a/n I love that pairing and I couldn’t resist putting them in here. There aren‘t nearly enough of them)

And that was the second thing of the day that I was not expecting.

“Sooooo…..“I said after a moment of near silence in which Axel had gone back to snickering into his hand. “Your brother is fucking my dad’s lawyer?”

Can you say “oh the irony of it all?” I sure can.

I can even say it five times fast.

Axel nodded before his face turned serious.

“Look, I love to annoy my brother, and all, but you can’t tell anyone about this. They could both lose their jobs if their boss found out about this. I promised not to tell, and you guys sure as hell can’t either. My brother loves his job, and from what he has told me, Tseng is all about work. Tseng’s been really good to Reno and I think my brother is head over heals for the prick, and I don’t want to come between them, ok?”

Well, shit man, who did you think we were going to tell?

“Don’t worry!” I said with a huge grin “your brother’s secret is safe with me!” Axel laughed. Roxas and Sora looked like they would rather not have known.

Anyway, that was my Saturday morning. The “adults” finally finished their little negotiation and the hearing was set for that Wdenesday.

Yay.

Now I am going to skip ahead in my narration a couple of hours. Nothing important enough happened until about four that afternoon. That’s when I got The Phone Call.

“Demyx! Where the hell have you been?!? You haven’t called since you got shipped away! Fuck, even a letter would have been nice, you fucking asshole! Get your sorry excuse of a ass down to the fucking mall in an hour. We’ll be at the food court. If you’re late, you’re dead, you little shit.”

And then there was a dial tone.

That’s Larxene for you. Short and sweet and to the fucking point.

Heh, guess I pissed her off, huh? I’m good at that.

So, as not to incur the wrath of the one nick named the Savage Nymph any further (cuz damn, could she be savage) I immediately headed for the mainland, paying the small fee for the ferry ride, and headed for the mall.

As promised they were in the food court.

“Demyx, as retribution for not making ANY kind of contact with us at all when you were hauled off to that little island, you are going to take me shopping.”

Trust me, that is a worse punishment then it sounds. If any of you guys out there have ever been shopping with a girl you know what I mean. And Larx in a Sadist to boot. Even Marluxia was giving me a look of pity, and he loves shopping as much as the next girl.

And so, for two hours I was dragged around the mall, often being asked (coughforcedcough) to pay for pretty shiny girly things (which in Larx’s case, ended up being a handful of those nifty looking little throwing knife thingies) and, of course, a very late lunch. Luckily McDonalds has the 99 cent menu. Yay for greasy cardiac arrest inducing cheap stuff!

Anyway, we stopped for lunch and I was just sitting there in the food court looking at the window across the aisle (Starbucks), not really seeing what I was looking at, more lost in my own thoughts then anything else. Well, until I actually realized what I was staring at through that window….well, actually, more like who…

Heh, bet you can guess…..

“I’ll be right back, guys.” I muttered, jumping out of my seat and rushing into the coffee shop. Well, Rushing across the aisle, anyway. I slowed down when I got to the door, only just then catching site of what I figured was the tests Zexy had given us the Friday before littered across the table.

I mean, A test on the first week of school? This guy has GOT to be a sadist.

And considering we weren’t in school at the moment, I was rather afraid that he would prove me correct if I interrupted him. He looked like he was really concentrating on those things.

So I decided to watch him for a moment. Going up to the counter I ordered some Chai Vanilla tea thingy that has no coffee in it and is actually pretty good.

While I waited by the counter for my order, I watched my science teacher. If I had thought him hot before, he was absolutely orgasm inducing now. He was sitting there with his usual frown on his face, but every once in a while he would wrinkle his nose or stick his tongue out slightly between his teeth if he was having trouble reading something. (how do I know this was the cause? He would lean forward to and screw his face up a little, and squint. One time he leaned so close his nose almost touched the paper. I decided right then and there that that was why he never graded any of our papers a t school.)

And to make it better, he wasn’t dressed like he usually did at school, in those sexy yet very stuffy suits. He was wearing a regular black t-shirt with a Slipknot emblem on the front and black jeans that fit him surprisingly well (I hadn’t really noticed before how slender he was) a silver chain connecting what I assumed to be his wallet to his belt loop, complete with black converse shoes and wrist bands. Plain, and yet he pulled it off so well.

He could have passed off as a student if he just came to school like that. The only way anyone would recognize him was his hair. After grabbing my order with a quick thanks, I headed over to where he was sitting, absorbed in his paper work and still making cute facial expressions., trying to think of some way to start a conversation with him. The only thing that came to mind (and I totally blame this on his clothes) was completely lame and over used. But since when has that stopped me before?

“Cheer up, Emo kid!” I chirped happily as I dragged the empty chair in front of him out and plopped down in it sideways. I swear I have the uncanny ability to sneak up on that guy. That, and that one of these days he really is going to get whiplash form looking up so fast. As it was, I could have sworn I heard his neck pop.

“Demyx!” He yelped, his eyes going wide.

“I hope so!” I said happily “otherwise, I just might have to worry.”

Heh, I am so lame.

He stared at me a moment more before his eye narrowed.

“Why do I always seem to run into you?” he asked, sounding kind of disgruntled. I just grinned at him and shrugged.

“Just lucky I guess!”

He groaned, rolling his eyes. I cast a critical eye over the stacks of papers he had in fount of him. Yup, those were defiantly those evil little test he had given us.

“Ya know, Sexy Zexy….” I said, going with that thought and ignoring his growl at the nick name. “That was fucking sadistic, giving us a test on Friday.” He glared at me.

“Well, I had to know how much everyone already knew so that I could plan out my lessons for the upcoming weeks. I’m actually a little disappointed……WHAT?”

I must have been looking at him weird. I know it FELT weird, sitting in a coffee shop, talking to my teacher who LOOKED like he could be in high school, and DRESSED like he could be in high school, having a conversation with him about a test he had given us. If that isn’t enough to throw you through a loop, you’re a better man/woman than I.

I could just feel a smirk settling on my face.

“Dude, did you look in the mirror this morning…You don‘t even look like a teacher…”

“I am your teacher.” He huffed. I felt my smirk widen as I leaned forward and rested my chin in my hands.

“But you don’t LOOK like it. How old are you anyway?” he continued glaring, though now it was directed more at the table top.

“Twenty-one. Not that it’s any of your business.” he snapped, sounding annoyed. I grinned up at him.

“But you don’t LOOK it.” I repeated (just in case he hadn’t gotten eh message) and the glare hit me once again. “You LOOK my age.”

“No I don’t!” he protested. I couldn’t help it. If it had been anyone else I would have said he was whining. I burst out laughing, placing my head on the table and clutching my sides for effect.

“Shut the fuck up.” He muttered and I laughed harder.

“You ARE human!!!! I knew it!!!” I practically shouted and he glared at me harder.

“You need to quite the caffeine.” he snapped, casting an unhappy eye towards the drink in my hand. “I though you didn’t like coffee anyway.” He accused. I took a deep breath to control my giggling before I could answer.

“S’not coffee. It’s tea. I can drink that without barfing up little chunks that look like baked beans.” I said, grinning as he wrinkled his nose.

“TMI.” He said and I burst out laughing again.

“Care to let us in on it, Demy?”

Looking up I found myself staring at Larxene, Marluxia and Luxord. Oh shit, I had completely forgotten about them.

“Who’s the cutie?” Marluxia asked, casting an appraising eye over Zexion. “Your new boyfriend? And if not, can I have him?”

I snorted as Zexy’s cheeks went red and he opened his mouth, looking caught between wanting to protest and being at a loss for words.

“Guys, meet my Science teacher, Mr. Zexion.”

All three of them gave me this “WTFBBQ?!” look.

“You’re shitting me.” Luxord said, raking an appraising gaze over my teacher, who closed his mouth with an audible click and tried to glare at all four of us at the same time. “He can’t possibly be more that sixteen, seventeen at the most.” I shrugged.

“Twenty-one.” I said. Larxene walked up to him and shoved her face right up into his. He met her stare, straight in the eye (which is something not many people can do) and she straitened after a moment, nodding approvingly.

“So you ditched us to go on a date with your science teacher?” She asked smirking. Zexy opened his mouth again to protest but I beat him to it.

“Yup, that’s pretty much the case.”

“Demyx! Don’t tell them THAT!!” he yelped, staring at me in horror, his cheeks turning a nice cherry color. I mock pouted at him.

“Awwww….Zexy? Are you ashamed of me?”

“Zexy?” Luxord snickered.

“So you guys aren’t going out?” Marluxia asked playfully.

“NO!!!” Zexy yelped.

“Yup.” I said calmly at the same time. Zexy looked at me, wide eyed for a moment, his cheeks not losing any of their blush. Larxene laughed.

“Well, which is it?”

With a huff, Zexy stood and began picking up the papers scattered across the table. I yelped and tried grabbing his sleeve to make him stay.

“No, no! I’m kidding! I’m just playing! C’ummon Zexy, don’t act like a stick-up-the-ass, laugh a little!” He just gave me a withering gaze as he gathered the rest of his papers together and walked calmly out the door.

“Zex! Hey Zexy!!!” I called, jumping up and following him, my friend’s laughs and cat calls ringing in my ears.

“Zexy!” He was walking briskly and didn’t even acknowledge that he had heard me. “Hey! Wait! I’m sorry! It was just a joke! Did you really think anyone was going to take that seriously?”

He stopped and turned around so fast I ran right into him, getting a face full of chest.

Wow, that sounds SO wrong…..more like something that would happen to Larxene…..

………

Ok, moving on….

I don’t know what kind of cologne he wears, but it sure smelled nice…..I still haven’t figured out what scent it is, actually….hmmm. It smelled musky, but spicy at the same time. It was an odd combination, but a good one, and I really didn’t want to move since he was warm and his chest under his clothes was surprisingly firm. I took the time to admire it and wonder again if he worked out before he pushed me back a few paces so that we both had reasonable personal space.

Damn. I hate his personal space.

“Besides,” I continued as if I hadn‘t just been burying my nose in his pecs “You’re the first person from Destiny I have ever seen here, and I have been coming here since…well, I always used to spend hours here.” I shrugged.

Destiny has it’s own little mall, and besides, Never Was kids took this place over when it was built. There is no way a Destiny kid would survive in here if they were recognized. Most stayed away out of fear.

Which brought up the interesting question of what Zexy himself was doing here.

The question must have been written on my face because he snorted softly and shrugged.

“Why should I stay away from somewhere just because some snot nosed brats decide they don’t want people form a certain school there.” He asked aloofly as he moved to a nearby bench and sat down, glancing over the papers in his lap again. I plopped down beside him.

“Well, probably the fact that most of those ‘snot nosed brats’ carry knifes and guns with them. Mall security doesn’t get everything you know.” He snorted again and I shrugged, exasperated.

“Fine. It will be your funeral. Don’t ever say I didn’t warn you.”

By this point I think he was making a show of ignoring me.

“……Fine, be that way.” With a huff, I lifted my until then forgotten cup to my lips and began gulping the now Luke-warm liquid down. Glancing at him from the corner of my eye, I nearly choked when I realized he was watching me- or rather, watching my throat- intently, like there was something very interesting about the way I swallowed. I smirked, wondering if he was thinking about me swallowing something else.

At that thought I really did choke, some of the liquid running form the corners of my mouth as I gasped and coughed, trying not to look like I was suppressing my giggles again.

“Are you ok?” He asked, hitting me gently a couple of times on the back. I nodded, finally getting my coughing under control.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said, waving my hand airily. “Some of it just didn’t go down right.” I reached up to wipe away the milky liquid running down the corners of my mouth , but stopped when I saw that he was watching me again. I smirked to myself, deciding to do a little experiment of my own.

Lowering my hand, I used my tongue to clean my chin and lips instead. Sure enough, Zexy’s eyes were following my tongue’s every move intently.

I think he realized that I was still watching him from my peripheral vision when I started smirking. His eyes shot to mine and he turned away quickly, another blush slipping over his pale cheeks.

“What’cha thinking about, Zexy? Wondering what else my tongue can do?” I teased. He gave me a deadly glare, but the effect was kind of lost because his face was a healthy shade of neon by now.

“Demyx! That was uncalled-” He started but I cut him off, not in the mood to have my fun ruined by his “that was uncalled for and unacceptable” rant, which I had heard a lot of over the past week, usually because of the comments I would toss at him during and out of class.

“Yeah yeah, and you’ll give me detention and extra homework until I die.” I said sarcastically. “But you seem to forget that we’re not in school.” I smirked at him. He shook his head.

“I’m not going to argue with you on this.” He muttered, turning his attention back to the papers on his lap, staring a hole in them. I smirked.

“So does that mean I win?” I asked, and, feeling bold, leaned over and planting a kiss on the side of his neck. He yelped, turning to glare at me again.

“NO!”

I laughed at him for another minuet or so as he continued trying to burn a hole through the paper with his eyes. Then I leaned over his shoulder (making sure to get as close as possible to him) and looked at the papers he was furiously scribbling on.

“Which on is mine?” I asked. He glanced quickly back at me.

“I graded yours last night.”

“And?”

His lips twitched briefly into s small smile and I felt my insides twist in something that resembled dread very very closely.

“It’s the lowest grade I’ve had so far.”

Well crap.

“Whaaaaaaaaaat?! Lemme see!”

“No!”

“Please?” I tried me best puppy eyes on him.

“No!”

“I’ll sing ‘The Song!’”

“….No…”

“Loudly!”

“…..”

“So the whole mall can hear!!”

“….”

“OH ZEX-”

“OK OK FINE! HERE!”

“Thank you.”

I took the paper he thrust at me with a great feeling of satisfaction. Satisfaction which faded at the site of the grade.

“Oh shit, Cloud is going to kill me.”

Zexion gave me a curious look, still grinning with smug satisfaction over the bright red 30 staring me in the face. I told you he was sadistic.

“Cloud? Cloud Strife? Why would he care about your grades?” His smirk widened. “I didn’t think he was your type, Demyx.”

I blinked at him as my mind processed the meaning behind those words.

“OH YUCK! GROSS! NO! EWWW! Zexy, that’s just sick! Sorry dude, but incest is just not my thing!” he cocked his head to one side.

“Incest?” he asked. Amusement was still bright in his voice. Thank you. I will be here ‘till Thursday. Glad you find the idea of me fucking my own flesh and blood so fucking funny.

“He’s my cousin.” I elaborated. “I’m living with him….for the time being.” I added as an after thought, the hearing Wednesday coming back to mind. I took a moment to scowl unhappily before turning my attention back to my science teacher to find him giving me another odd look.

He looked….concerned?

What surprised me the most though was when he reached over and placed his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up gently. Even when we were sitting down, he still had a few inches on me.

That bastard.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you look mad about something.” He said softly. Well damn! He made it sound like he had just discovered a new species of something cute and cuddly.

“Yeah…..so?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. This was…weird.

He frowned, his eyes flickering over my face. “It doesn’t suit you.”

And then he let me go and turned away.

Hehe, awkward….or at least for me. He seemed to have no problem with it.

“You’re class work is terrible, and this test is just…..” he sighed and shook his head. “You obviously learned nothing last year, and you are too far behind my class for me to allow you to continue on like this. Your math teacher says she is having the same problem with you.”

“The way I see it” and here he tuned back around to face me, looking once again like the teacher I saw every weekday. “you have two choices.” He held up two fingers for emphasis. “One: I can send you back a grade in science and Math. You‘ll have to take all of last year over again in those courses, and you‘ll graduate a year behind. OR…” he added, interrupting me before I could tell him that was bull shit. “or, you can come and see me every afternoon after school for tutoring. I know it’s very early in the year for tutoring, but if you are allowed to continue as you are, you’ll never catch up. It’s your choice.”

I frowned at him.

“So do I have to stay after school with Miss Aries too?” I asked. Man, two extra classes a day? No thank you, I would rather fail. Zexy just kind of smirked.

“No, just me. I’m qualified to teach both subjects. I just don’t. Too much work.” I laughed and he even grinned a little.

“So…” I said, leaning over and laying my head on his shoulder. His expression turned wary, but he didn’t push me away.

Yay, score one for me.

“you’re volunteering to stay after school, in a classroom, in an empty building, for hours, with me.” His expression tightened, but,(to my surprise) he didn’t push me away, even then. He simply sighed and rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Yes, Demyx, I am indeed. That is the point of after school tutoring.” I grinned.

“I thought the point was learning, not being locked in a building after hours with a student.” I teased. He just rolled his eyes, though the redness creeping across his cheeks kind of gave away the fact that the remark bothered him.

“Forget it.” He sighed, standing again.

“No, wait!” I grabbed his sleeve. “Ok, but you have to do something for me please?”

He gave me an I-trust-you-not look.

“I’m not having sex with you.” he said bluntly.

Wow, bummer.

“Well, as disappointing as that is, that wasn’t what I was going to ask.” I said. He raised a skeptical eyebrow, but stayed put.

“Teach me to play the piano?”

The second eyebrow joined the first one.

“I’m sorry. Repeat that?” I sighed, rolling my own eyes.

“Music is fun for me. Math and science is not…..unless, of course, you want to study anatomy…” He glared at me as I playfully (well, ok, maybe not completely in play) ran my eyes up and down his body. “Bu you’ve made it clear that that won’t happen. So, I might not show up…” He glared down at me.

“I don’t see anything in it for me.” He said smoothly. “It would mean dealing with you for longer than I have to.”

Ouch. That hurt. Ok, that meant war.

“Oh come on, I can’t be that bad.”

“You don’t have to put up with you.”

“I’ll give you a blow job.”

“Demyx-!”

“It was just a suggestion!”

“I really don’t know what I’m going to do with you…”

“A hand job then?”

“What?!”

“A hand job it is!”

“Demyx-!! Fine, I’ll give you two lessons a week. Just please, if I do this, no more sexual jokes! It that clear?!” I flinched at the pure frustration in his voice. I didn’t know it was bothering him that much.

“I’m just kidding! Geez! Don’t pop a vein.”

He yanked his arm free from my grasp suddenly, not looking at me as he spoke.

“Good. Staring Monday then. I’ll see you in class.” He looked at his watch.” I have to go. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

And then he left.

“Yeah. Sure.” I said, watching him walk off quickly into the crowds thronging among the various shops to be swallowed whole in seconds.

That was weird and abrupt.

Maybe he had a date?

“Hope he’s late.” I muttered under my breath as I got up and threw my cup away. The maliciousness in my voice probably should have bothered me, but for some reason, it really didn’t.

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