The buzzing chatter of students filled the cafeteria, groups sitting around circular tables blabbering idly away without a care in the world. A few teachers patrolled around, as per usual. Typical Monday; everyone was still waking up after the weekend, and were seemingly unable to bring themselves to stop reminiscing over what they had done over their two glorious days off.

"--xion?"

"Mm?"

"Zexion!" A sharp voice hissed across the table, startling the boy out of his thoughts.

"What?" The boy in question shot back, narrowing his dark blue eye at his 'friend'. The pale blond at the other end of the table rolled his eyes, gazing seriously at Zexion with his acidic green eyes, "If you're just trying to annoy me, Vexen, I suggest you knock it off."

Vexen raised his hands up innocently, "Not at all. I just wanted to remind you that you still haven't finished your science homework, and lunch ends in twenty minutes." He rasped, pointing at Zexion's navy blue binder, which laid untouched on the table.

Zexion made a small noise at the back of his throat, twisting the end of his slate-blue hair between his fingers, "It's fine, I only need to write down a few more basic things. I don't even need my textbook to write down qualitative properties of acid." He monotoned, inclining his head away from Vexen's gaze. Said boy scoffed.

"Fine, fine. Don't blame me if you just zone out again and don't even finish it. You're just a freshman, Zex. Best you don't make enemies out of your teachers right off the bat."

The slate haired teen cast his pale friend a questioning glance. What did Vexen take him for? Sure, he was only a first year student, it didn't mean that he was completely addle-brained. Then again, he supposed that Vexen wouldn't even bother with him if he was; Vexen was a senior, not to mention the top chemistry student in the entire school. The only real reason that Zexion hung around him was because their parents knew each other, and worked for the same company. Ironically enough, that company just had to involve genetic engineering. So, of course, Zexion was expected to be the perfect little scientist. Just like his parents.

"I'm not out to pit people against me. I don't see why you assume that I'm skipping out on homework." Zexion frowned, grabbing his binder and standing to leave the table. He suddenly didn't feel like hanging around there anymore.

Without even waiting for Vexen to put his two cents in, he left. He kicked his chair back into the table and strode out of the cafeteria, clutching his science book to his thin chest. He really didn't see why he was having to do any of the idiotic work in that class anyway. He already knew everything they were doing; his parents had taught it all to him. Force-fed him formulas and equations since before he could walk. He could name off the entire periodic table by the time he was ten, and now that he was fifteen, it was like he was at square one again. Otherwise known as Grade 9 Academic Sciences. It really sucked that you could only take general Science until Grade 11; especially considering that he was at least at that level. But noooo, his parents were much to busy in their lab to even consider speaking with the principal to get him into a higher class.

Frowning as those thoughts crossed his mind, Zexion tucked his head down until he was staring at the floor. Too bad he was still walking forward, and a quite a fest pace too. Of course, he didn't realize this until he felt himself collide into something hard.

"What the-- Oh! I'm sorry!" A voice came as another person spun around, adjusting the large instrument case that was slung over his shoulder. Hm, so that was what he had run into.

Zexion shook his head, not bothering to look up at the other person, "No, it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." He said without emotion as he bent down to pick up the binder he had dropped when he ran into the other person.

An amused chuckle came from the other person, "...Maybe. But seriously though, man. You okay?"

This time Zexion did look up at the other person. The boy was taller than him by nearly six inches, but then again, most people were. He had messy dishwater-blond hair that was styled into some sort of faux-hawk. He looked to be about the same age as Zexion, though. He wore a faded yellow shirt with a not-so-happy face on it, ripped black jeans with two chains hanging off them.

His eyes were definitely his most attractive feature, though. They were an indescribable shade of blue-green that seemed to shine. The only thing that Zexion could think of to compare them to was the colour you get when you mixed Copper II Sulphate with water. They were, for lack of a better word, captivating.

"...I'm fine." Zexion replied when he realized that he had been staring. Averting his gaze, he clutched his book to his chest again.

"Great! Oh, I'm Demyx by the way! Demyx Arashi, I'm a freshman here and I play the Sitar! That's the thing in the case you ran into..." The boy chimed. His voice was bubbly and childish, even though he was the same age as Zexion.

"Zexion Shinkirou. I'm a freshman too, but I don't play anything." He returned, just to be polite, "I'm sorry I bumped into you. I should've been watching where I was going rather than the floor." He said curtly.

"Why were you staring at the floor?" Demyx asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Um.... Just thinking." He replied, feeling a slight flush cross his face. Damn, now he felt like an idiot.

"Okay. Hey, Zexion?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I've seen you here before. But you're obviously not new. You don't come into the caf a lot?" He asked, once again shifting the weight of his instrument case.

"No...well, I mostly hang out in the Science labs at lunch, but I come here enough. I've never seen you when I come here, either." Zexion bounced the question back at the blond boy.

"That's 'cause I'm in the Music Room. I usually hang in there during lunch. Funny, huh? The one time we stop being social recluses and we end up crashing into each other. Well, isn't tha--"

"Hey, Demyx! Come on!" Another voice called from the end on the cafeteria. Both the boy in question and Zexion looked in the direction on the voice, to see a lanky redhead waving his arms around to catch Demyx's attention.

"Alright! Jeez, Ax. I'm coming!" Demyx called back, waving an arm at the redhead. He turned back to Zexion, giggling nervously, "Sorry, Zex. Gotta go."

"Bye." Zexion replied, his eyes following the blond as he took off running across the caf, toward the other teen.

Turning his eyes back to the floor, he continued on his was out of the room, looking back up again after a few seconds; he didn't want to bump into anyone else. As he left the busy room, he looked inside, catching a glimpse of the enigmatic Demyx as he talked excitedly with the tall redhead that has called him over, and a short blond boy. Zexion chuckled, and continued down the empty hallway toward his locker. Why was he intrigued by the boy with the chemical eyes? He'd never payed much attention to people before.

He spun the combination on his lock and sung open the metal door, 'Maybe I'm just tired. I shouldn't have stayed up playing with liquid nitrogen again.' He scolded himself as he grabbed his science textbook and put it with his binder, 'I'm certainly not going to let myself be distracted by some boy I don't even really KNOW.' He thought, closing his locker and latching the lock back on it. He needed to keep up his grades. He couldn't afford to lose focus. Zexion NEVER lost focus.

The warning bell buzzed through the school, accompanied by the assorted groans of the rest of the student body as they trudged to their lockers to grab their books. Zexion tightened his hold on his two books, making his way down the hall toward the Science Labs.

He never even realized he'd actually forgotten his homework. But then again, Zexion never lost focus.

Right?

-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-xo-

Wow! I don't even KNOW where this came from, but I think it's got some potential! I'm gonna try to update this pretty regularly, but I'll have to work around my ridiculous schedule. Hope to expect updated every week or two.

By the way, Dem and Zex's last names. I didn't come up with them randomly, I used my japanese vocabulary to try to find something that would fit them. I hope they work. But for those of you who don't know:

Arashi - Storm

Shinkirou - Mirage

Get it? 'cause they use water and illusion? No...? *crickets* Well, please review anyway! This is my first Kindom Hearts fanfic, so let me know if it's okay! Constructive criticism, please! toodles!

--CaCoPhOnY Of ScReAmS