Ten Ways To Move On - X

Possible Impossibilities

Warning: A lil saucey at the beginning of this chapter! (Tbh, it's not even anything to blink twice at)

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Disclaimer: If I owned Kindom Hearts, tuition would certainly be the very least of my problems. But I suppose since I'm thousands of dollars in debt, I don't own Kingdom Hearts or anything affiliated with it.

P.S. You have the right to beat me senseless for this very, very late update.

GO!

Roxas was shocked to define his current situation as an ongoing conversation, but it was and it was more or less the most awkward he'd ever been in. No matter how many times he complied to Axel's demand, the redhead would only repeat himself and stir up more exasperation within Roxas. He was beginning to think Axel just wanted to pick at him for ten minutes as he collected his clothes together, but just so Roxas's name would be clear of any peeping-tom appellations, the pellucid blonde uttered once more, "I won't go near the bathroom."

Axel snorted as he dug around for a clean pair of gym shorts. Minutes later, the redhead brought two fingers to his eyes then threw those two fingers at Roxas threateningly. "I swear, Roxas, if I catch your half-pint hide in that bathroom within the next fifteen minutes-"

"I won't go near the bathroom." Roxas claimed for, what was it now? The eighth time?

With disbelieving eyes, Axel grumbled his skepticism under his breath as he finally turned to enter the bathroom. Roxas sat there and listened as the showerhead came to life. The tv was currently off and Axel's movement in the bathroom was literally all Roxas had to listen to in the empty and silent apartment. If anything, this was worse than following Axel in the bathroom. As he sat there, images from the day before kept crawling through his head. Roxas found it very weird and somewhat worrying that another man's body was clearly displayed in his thoughts. Roxas squeezed his eyes shut from the vivid expanses of wetted, pale skin and attempted to think of something less indecent. However, with the ever spraying showerhead behind him, that pale skin proceeded to commandeer his train of thought.

The blonde slightly curled in on himself as he recreated the imagery of water droplets trailing earnestly down the dips and curves of taunt muscle only to be flicked across the shower by the redhead's frantic jerks. Roxas's mind then rose back to the redhead's face to see pinched, short red eyebrows and lips parted by uneven breaths. Long, wet strands of darkened red hair stuck to sharp shoulders in erratic yet dull spikes, the shorter hair sticking oddly to his face as his back leaned against the wall, overrun with more than pleasant sensations.

Roxas was lost in his unwanted memories when he suddenly realized his fondles against his tented pants. Everything was stopped as Roxas finally addressed what was actually happening to him. He... was aroused? Roxas's eyes widened slowly. He could get aroused? How was that possible? Roxas's mind reeled. What was his body even composed of if he was dead? Did he have lungs, a heart, or rushing blood through his veins? If he was getting excited (Roxas decided to ignore for the moment exactly why he was getting excited), did that mean he still had a functioning endocrine system still? Was his body still responsive to chemicals like dopamine or testosterone? Did he still have functioning osteocytes to repair his bones? Did he even have bones? To hear, or to see, did those systems still operate like normal? Or were they feigned copies of how his body use to function? Or was he just imagining the feelings he was so accustomed to while alive?

As he felt himself through his pants, Roxas was left in a pile of questions as his mind was finally taken off of the red-haired man in the shower. If he was no longer in a physical body to respond to the world through sensation, how was he in the state he was in now? How did he even relay this new breakthrough to Axel without explaining how he came upon it? Now guilt settled in Roxas as he considered his actions just now. What had gotten into him? Thinking about Axel like this and having impossible reactions in his body made Roxas uncomfortable, and horribly curious. Why would his mind want to sexualize Axel? Of course he couldn't quite control how his mind wondered when sexually aroused, he was a teenage boy afterall, but really? Axel?

Keys skittering against the metal of the lock outside the door alarmed Roxas slightly before he guessed it to be Demyx coming home from work. Even if he knew that he couldn't be seen, Roxas subconsciously sat in a way to hide his slightly bulged pants. When the dirty blonde strode through the threshold, his face looked incredibly contemplative, and as much as Roxas knew the man couldn't hear him, he questioned the dirty blonde's expression anyway. In response, it seemed, another man walked in behind Demyx and stood tentatively by the door. Roxas blinked twice as he recalled the man from the hospital, the one who had handed out his files to Axel. Now Roxas was surely blushing as he tried to will his little problem away.

The aspiring doctor glanced around the apartment with underwhelmed eyes as Demyx motioned him inside. The dirty blonde breezed through a list of the usual guest accommodations- something to drink? eat? some coffee?- before Zexion spoke up about coffee. As Demyx got to work on the coffee pot, he rolled his eyes half-heartedly at the smaller man before imploring him to make himself at home. Roxas watched, reflexively nervous as the silverette chose to seat himself at the bar. The two prattled back and forth about this and that before Roxas saw a shift in the silver-haired man's attention. The blonde would have been biting his nails if he was physically able as Zexion began sifting through the notes on the counter- Roxas's notes. Then his attention swayed curiously to the whiteboard on the edge of the counter. The last of Roxas's conversation with Demyx was still on there and Roxas's heart plummeted in anticipation to see if the counterfeit doctor would catch on to something so subliminal.

'Now that you mention it, you have been really helpful these last two days...'

'My friend Hayner found an ad for it on YouTube one day... is something wrong?'

If Zexion thought anything about the whiteboard's content, he never spoke on it. Instead he brought his gaze back to the dirty blonde who had placed a steaming mug before him. Demyx then leaned against the bar as Zexion blew into his drink, eyes sweeping the small living space. "Well," the younger man said conclusively, "I certainly don't see this ghost friend of yours."

Roxas's unbeating heart fell between his lungs and rolled against his dysfunctional diaphragm in pure aghast. What?

"With that statement, it makes me truly wonder if you're qualified for a career as high as Doctor." Demyx said with the ever cheeky tone.

Zexion let him have the insult as he simply raised an eyebrow, prompting Demyx to bring out his 'ghost friend'. Before Roxas could even properly respond to the situation, Demyx was calling his name, eyes directed at the whiteboard with expectations for it to move with Roxas's appearance. Said ghost couldn't believe his ears right now. Demyx actually went and told someone about him? And they believed him enough to come see him with their own eyes? What was Roxas now? An attraction? One of those side shows with an insultingly low admission fee?

"Okay Rox, I know you're looking at me crazy right now, or at least I think you are, but I'll explain everything in a second. Just help me give this kook doctor a reason to believe what I've told him so far." Demyx admitted, looking around the room for clues of Roxas's whereabouts.

Zexion looked beyond unamused as he watched from over his teeming coffee mug. Roxas however was panicked. He didn't know at all what he should do. In the movies, it was never smart to show something so unnatural to people with power. What the heck was Demyx thinking? That he would just follow his lead blindly and start playing Casper the Friendly Ghost for some rando from the hospital? Not happening! Despite Axel's many, many threats, Roxas fled into the walls of the bathroom in search of guidance. "Axel!" He immediately shouted.

The redhead turned so quickly in the shower that he almost slid and fell. "Roxas?!" He yelled indignantly, using his cloth to cover his groin (which, in an afterthought, was unusual of him to do in front of anybody else). "What the hell did I say about-"

"That kid doctor guy is here!" Roxas interjected hastily, minding his eyes to only Axel's upper body this time. "Demyx came back with him a few minutes ago and he's trying to, I dunno, prove to that other guy that Ghost Roxas is a thing!"

Axel's topped off anger about seeing Roxas in the bathroom again was silenced as he let the words soak in instead. "The hospital manager's son? That guy? He's here?" Roxas nodded frantically and Axel wiped his face down in contemplation. "What the hell was Dem thinking? Involving someone like that..."

Roxas was happy to see that Axel's thought process on the matter was much like his own. Not that Roxas didn't trust Demyx, but more that he didn't understand the motives behind such a reckless action. Roxas, of course, was in no danger by exploiting himself to the doctor-in-training, but Axel and Demyx definitely were. That guy had the means to take Axel and Demyx into custody for dealing with something so supernatural. What made Demyx think it was smart to tell him the truth?

There was a sudden knock heard over Axel's running water that had the redhead's attention brought back from his thoughts. "Axe! Rox is still here right?" They heard Demyx question worriedly.

That sentiment had Roxas's accusing mindset simmer a bit, turning to Axel in question of what to do next. Axel left the water on as he hopped out the shower. "Hold on a second!" Axel stalled, wrapping a towel around his waist hurriedly. Roxas stood to the side as the redhead opened the bathroom door with more force than he meant to. "What's up?" He questioned casually, as if he wasn't still trying to figure out a solution to Demyx's atomic stupidity.

"Oh, hey!" Demyx said in surprise before moving in closer to whisper, "Rox is still around here somewhere, right?"

Axel struggled with a response. No way was he gonna be dragged into Demyx's one-way trip to the nuthouse. Axel scanned the hallway for any unwanted ears before yanking Demyx past him and shutting the door.

"Hey! Hey! Fucking, watch it! What the hell, Axel?" Demyx shouted as he was tossed like a rock into the small space of the bathroom. Nearly tripping on Axel's boxers on the ground during his tumble inside, Demyx turned to see a crazed looking redhead.

"Are you fucking insane?" Axel hissed under the loud echo of the showerhead. "Why did you bring that guy here?! What if he takes evidence of us talking to a ghost back to his father, huh? Do you know what kinda shit we'd be in?!"

Demyx lifted an eyebrow. "Dude, it's not even that serious. Plus, we owe him for the files."

Axel wanted to hit him. Right between those stupid, green eyes. "Demyx, think ahead for once!"

"Hey!" Demyx bit, insulted. "I've been thinking ahead this entire time! Zexion could really give us a hand with this! It's time you opened your eyes, Axe. We can't possibly do this on our own. We don't know the first thing about whatever the hell Roxas is! We agreed to all these risks the moment you first spoke to Roxas, so don't try to chew me out about it now!"

Axel clenched his jaw as the truth hit him unexpectedly. It was nearly his and Roxas's conversation all over again. Axel had never thought things as far as risks of being detained for his involvement with Roxas before now, whereas Demyx had and had already accepted it. But that didn't mean they couldn't execute precaution!

"How do you know we can trust him?" Axel asked with a cross of his arms.

Demyx looked exasperated. "We're having this conversation in a bathroom. If he wasn't suspicious before, he definitely is now. Also," Demyx reached inside his back pocket and pulled out an iPhone 4, "I have his phone."

Axel sighed as he came to terms with Demyx's premeditated plan. "Okay, okay. But you're taking the fall if he's a snitch."

"Oh I'm taking the fall now." Demyx muttered with a roll of his eyes as he left the bathroom and Axel's fraidy-cat prattles.

Zexion was even more over this 'ghost reveal' now that he had properly been sat down and given a more thorough backstory on 'Roxas's appearance'. He had half a mind to just leave, and he really regretted not taking the chance while the two were in the bathroom. Every part of this was a waste of time. And to think that Zexion was actually somewhat on edge about what Demyx had to show him tonight. Looking at these two, Zexion began to worry over his own safety here amongst these lunatics. Giving up his phone perhaps wasn't the smartest thing to overlook in his triumphant curiosity.

"Okay, you ready?" Axel asked the smaller man slowly, as if something was actually going to jump out at him. Zexion gave the man a look that should have made the red-haired man feel stupid for asking such a rhetorical question. Axel then glanced toward the counter by the kitchen and said out of nowhere, "I'm not sure, but if it will help you in the end, it's a risk we're going to take."

Zexion stared on at the man with an uncomfortable expression, now a hundred percent sure these men were a threat to society. Come to think of it, Axel had been doing that at the hospital too. Maybe Zexion should have done more research on the two men before him. They claimed to not have any relation to the deceased Strife, but with delusions this extreme, there was no way they weren't affected by the young boy's death. Zexion couldn't help but to conclude that both were nowhere in their right state of mind. And it was interesting, because both carried themselves so normally in other aspects of their lives. Who knew mental health could be so undeterminable? But if Zexion was to indulge in their distorted reality, he would sit idle as Axel was supposedly the only one who could see or hear Roxas's spirit.

"Ask him a question." Axel prompted Zexion. "He says it's easier that way."

Zexion's frown only deepened as the skin at his forehead wrinkled in concern. This was entirely too much. It was almost frightening how serious these men were. They would certainly do well under Dr. Heidensmith's rehabilitation services. Zexion's mind wandered about the Dr.'s schedule for the next week. If this wasn't some elaborate prank or some sick joke, Zexion was serious about getting them psychiatric help. "At what time was Roxas Strife born?"

Demyx rolled his eyes again at the silverette. "What kind of question was that?"

"You didn't specify on the sort of question I was expected to ask." Zexion responded dryly.

Demyx had already began his barrage of offhanded comebacks and demeaning insults when Zexion's eyebrows drew above narrowed eyes. The whiteboard on the counter had shifted somewhat, and Zexion almost wanted to link such an ironic coincidence with the acclaimed "Spirit of Roxas". However, when a black marker crossed the air next, as if someone was poising to write with it, Zexion suddenly gasped into stillness. Blue eyes stared in complete disbelief as they took in the sight of the marker moving around in the empty space by the counter. When words were screeched out into existence on the board, Zexion's heart stopped and his limbs went into hyperaction. The silverette found himself springing out of the chair and to the door in mere seconds, utterly haunted by the thought of actual roaming spirits around him.

Demyx was behind the teen instantly, doing his best to prevent the smaller man's retreat. "Wait! Chill-ack! Shit that hurt! Wait a second, Zexion!" He called out in the struggle, his neck being the victim of an unjust jab form Zexion's elbow.

It was as if Zexion was possessed, a scary thought in and out of itself in the situation, as he tried desperately to leave the apartment. He had to leave! Before he even got the chance to think, he had get away from that apartment! He wasn't going to ponder all the impossibilities going on in that single moment of his life. He wasn't going to think! He couldn't! Because if he thought for too long, he might actually start believing what he had just seen.

"Let me go!" Zexion demanded forcefully, aiming mercilessly at Demyx. "RELEASE ME!"

"I promise it's real!" Demyx tried to convince him, locking the boy's body within his own. "And I swear that we didn't I didn't drug you! Roxas's spirit is really there!"

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Zexion thought repeatedly, not letting his mind get any farther than that single mantra. Now fear was sinking into his body, freezing his blood cold and shaking viciously at his lungs. Suddenly, the silverette couldn't get enough air. His eyes darted around sporadically as he tried to take in enough oxygen to fuel his deteriorating brain cells. He had to have been brain dead already! He too was surely crazy! Ghosts aren't real! They're just not! Spirits! Afterlives! Those things weren't- they couldn't really exist! It was- but that was absurd! Impossible right? Drugged! He had to have been drugged somehow! Asleep even! He could be- he could be! Zexion vision smogged over as his breathing became too quick to bring him any sufficient amount of air.

Before Demyx knew what was going on, Zexion had fallen completely limp in his arms. The dirty blonde glanced over to a surprised looking Axel, and then couldn't help but laugh at Roxas's response of 'How about a question I can actually answer?'.

"I took it waaay better than he did." Demyx gloated, hauling the smaller man to the couch and dropping him down so sloppily that Zexion continued to fall right to the floor.

Axel relaxed his unknowingly tense posture and toweled more at his hair. "Let's hope we didn't just scar this kid for life..."

"I didn't know he'd take it that bad," Demyx amended softly before chuckling again. "He was literally like a cat trying to jump out of a bath or something! Like, damn! I should have recorded that!"

"Well, he is still just a kid. Not to mention that ghosts are, to most people anyway, factually and purely a work of fiction. I wouldn't blame him if he nearly had a heart attack just then." Axel sympathized, walking up to the younger teen and squeezing water out of his towel and on to the silverette's face.

Zexion coughed immediately, water having gone down his nose, and shot up to his elbows. His eyes flicked around the room, alarmed and still mindful of what had previously haunted him. Roxas scribbled quickly 'Maybe this was a bad idea...' and then proceeded to put the board in Demyx's (and coincidentally Zexion's) face. The silverette fell backwards with a loud yell, his voice cracking from the intensity of it. Water was still lodged in the boy's trachea, so as he attempted to run off, he collasped back to his knees in a fit of coughs and wheezes.

Axel sat patiently on the couch with his hands clasped and his elbows perched upon his knees. This was definitely a first for him, so he was honestly at a bit of a loss at what to do. "I understand that it's a bit of a shock, but what we told you is the God honest truth. Roxas Strife lives in spirit, and as you now know, he's right here in this room."

Demyx was surprised at himself when his skin shuddered. When Axel put it like that with such a serious voice, there was no way Demyx could dismiss the severity of that statement. It was like a reminder of a terrible omen, despite how easy they've been taking it so far.

And if Demyx was surprised, regardless of knowing the truth already, Zexion looked scared for his life. It was strange to Demyx, though. He didn't quite expect Zexion to react so intensively. It seemed very out of character for someone who wanted to explore the medical field, a field surrounded by the unknown. Maybe Zexion still had a little growing up to do. Or maybe his facade as a calm and collected young doctor was more feigned than he let on.

"I can't... I don't believe you..." Zexion said lowly, his breathing still not even, but better than the hyperventilation from before. The words disappeared from the whiteboard and were replaced with 'Please'. Zexion, in another hysterical frenzy, smacked the whiteboard towards the hallway and ducked his head in his arms. "NO!"

"Think about it!" Demyx attempted to appease, sitting next to the distraught silverette. "Roxas died, but his body remained... alive almost. You wanted answers right? Well here it is, right in front of you. Roxas hasn't moved on yet. We don't know how, or if this has ever happened before, or why only Axel can interact with him, but that's what we're trying to find out. Roxas's spirit is real, yes, but the one thing that we do know is that he's harmless."

Zexion swayed in his spot as he mumbled no over and over again. Demyx peered up at Axel with concern in his saddened eyes. The kid looked broken. Demyx didn't know how to help Zexion cope with the thought of ghosts around him. Roxas sat by Axel with similarly saddened eyes.

"I had almost forgotten about this part..." Roxas admitted sullenly.

Axel could only answer with silence.

Zexion demanded to leave the house several times once he was in the right mind to employ his fight or flight reactions. Demyx was attempting to convince the younger man to stay, Axel was yelling at Demyx to just take the boy home, and Roxas ended all the future noise complaints with messages on the whiteboard close enough to Zexion's face to send the boy under again. With everything more or less settled for the night, Demyx and Axel set off to sleep in preparation for classes in the morning and Roxas watching over an unconscious Zexion. The frightened silverette was put in Demyx's room and the dirty blonde opted to sleep on the couch. If they were going to damn near kidnap the kid, they might as well be proper about it.

It wasn't until around four in the morning did Zexion slowly begin to stir. His recollections of the night previous were slow to return, but when they did, Zexion sat upward quick enough for his vision to spot over colofully. Taking a deep breath, Zexion finally began to process what had happened as best he could. Everything about his being was telling him that such a thing was impossible, everything except his eyes. He saw that board, he saw the writing... It was too real to deny. Zexion sat for nearly an hour trying to stay afloat in his drowning thoughts, a new question right after another. Blue eyes only happened by chance to drift down and catch the sight of his phone lighting up. There were no messages, and no calls appeared on the screen. As if bugged, the lock screen was slid unlocked and the notes app was pulled up. Letters were then tapped out to spell:

You have internet on your phone! :D

Zexion's breath quickened as he was thrown into the horrific reality once again.

I still had a Razor, lol. i didnt want to trouble my mom with the new 'smart phones', but i've gotta say, this touch screen's pretty awesome! kinda wish i had bothered to get one.

Zexion was mesmerized by the steady clicking of letters, forming sentences as if by an actual person. This was Roxas...? How could such a thing be? The words on the phone suddenly were completely backspaced, and Zexion became alarmed all over again.

Youre 16 like me right? Do you by chance go to West Gardens High? lol, no, you probably attend somewhere fancy like Sunset Terrance High or Rivers Crossing High School.

When the tapping stopped, Zexion's heart raced in the silence. Without a word, he shook his head.

No to all?

Zexion's skin crawled up and down without end. It responded to him... but Zexion was a haunted sort of fascinated and did not dare move. What would happen if he angered it? If he complied to it?"I'm... homeschooled..."

Homeschooled really? Thats so cool! ive never met someone who was homeschooled. whats it like? do you still have to get up at seven? ugghh, i hated that about school ;p

Zexion couldn't get over the fact that there was something that couldn't be seen with the naked eye responding to him via his cell phone. To say Zexion mind was shot was an understatement. Zexion was flatlining right now. He had no words, and his skin wouldn't stop crawling and twisting with every clack and tap of letters.

... I'm afraid too, you know? it scares me to think that i'm basically a horror film come to life. that i can only scare people. that i technically no longer exist. to think that if im stuck like this, ill have to watch every person that i know and love age and die...

Then all was backspaced to instead say:

But for now, i have Axel and Demyx... and you too, i suppose. You all know that im still here, and for now, i still live on within your hearts. (That was supposed to be sentimental, i didn't mean anything weird like possession or anything. I can't even touch you let alone possess you. and did you know ghosts CANT FLY. I was cheated!)

Zexion could admit that the message had his chest sinking, but as he watched the sentences complete themselves, he began to analyze. He attempted to put logic in a situation that, at face value, knew no logic. Roxas was dead. Yes. However, his spirit remained. Who's to say that this isn't the norm? An unknown unknown. What if this particular sort of happening was the root of otherworldly fictions? What if those fictions weren't so fiction, but too incomprehensible to be actually digested as reality? The human brain, the human race, only knew so much. Miraculous happenings like this was already a common happenstance amongst media, however generally perceived as exaggerated. But to communicate so... casually, as if it sat right in front of him, that was inexcusable. It was borderline schitzophrenic, and Zexion did not yet know how to go about his response to this 'spirit'. That only left one thing that still could not be explained...

"How was your body not affected by death?" The cursor on the screen blinked for a while, and Zexion immediately regretted trying to communicate with the lost soul.

I don't think I'll ever know for sure... But... knowing this kind of gives me hope that... maybe one day i can return to that body...

That's impossible, Zexion wanted to say. His body would have surely started to be decomposed by maggots and the like, even if somehow preserved, or that he would only die again trapped six feet underground. But something about saying that out loud seemed insensitive, so Zexion held his tongue. "Why is it that Axel is the only one who can see you?"

Your guess is as good as mine! Maybe fate decided not to be so much of an asshole and gave me a slight escape from my insanity.

Before Zexion could speak again, questions bubbling at his mouth like word-vomit, a series of taps began again.

I was alone from the time I was rushed to the hospital until the day I met Axel at the funeral. I thought i was gonna go crazy. i had so many questions, and i was so terrified to learn that i was dead...

Zexion felt a deep tug at his heart-strings and he couldn't help but slouch in sympathy. Suddenly, he felt drained and his body ached from being strained into tense positions for so long. He wasn't totally unguarded, but damnit, his curiosity was peaked yet again and he simply had to know everything he could. "Start from the beginning."

Demyx was startled into consciousness by keys landing harshly against his nose. Zexion waited unblinkingly for the dirty blonde to stop writhing and swearing before rolling his eyes skyward. Demyx looked up to glare at the shorter teen. "What the hell is your problem? Does nobody here know how to give a decent wake up call?!"

"Take me home. I have school in two hours." Zexion explained flatly.

Demyx studied Zexion's normal behavior as he rubbed the thrumming pain from his nose. "Someone must have woken up from their insanity on the wrong side of the bed."

Zexion cut his eyes at the dirty blonde. "I'm serious; take me home."

"Don't people with excessive money have drivers? Tell them to take you home." Demyx yawned, laying down again.

Zexion scowled at being dismissed and started to dial numbers on his phone when he stopped himself with a sudden idea. He disappeared in the kitchen for a moment before returning to the couch with their pitcher of filtered water. Zexion nodded victoriously at his luck of the pitcher being nearly full. However, that accursed whiteboard was shoved in his face just as he was about to tip the pitcher over Demyx's bedridden head.

Wait!

Zexion startled slightly with a sudden inhale as he watched Demyx's phone and the remote for the tv rise from the couch cushions. The silverette couldn't take his eyes off of the floating devices even after they were set down, and in his absentmindedness, his slackened hold on the pitcher began the flow of icy cold water onto Demyx's face. With a girlish yelp, Demyx was up and attem's in a matter of seconds, scaring Zexion right out of his trance on the remote and cell phone.

"Shit, Zexion, really?!" He roared, ignoring the alarmed look in the boy's stare. When green eyes fell to the pitcher, he grabbed it in a fit of rage and began pouring the water on Zexion.

The silverette tried to dodge Demyx's immaturity in the form of perfectly clean drinking water (hypocrite), but the dirty blonde had tackled him down and was in the mindset to drown the damn kid.

"Dem- Demyx! Get off-"

"Take what you serve, bitch!"

"GET OFF OF ME!"

"You wanna play games and shit! Ass crack of dawn and shit!"

"Demyx stop! Fucking, quit it!"

A seemingly out of nowhere pillow was roughly thrown at both boys, quickly shocking them out of their wrestle on the ground. "And here I thought we were getting robbed at six in the fucking morning. Turns out, it's just you two on the floor!"

Both men, now covered in various spots with freezing water, peered upwards to see a drowsy and disgruntled mess of red spikes. Demyx lifted for Axel to see the pitcher of what was once a valuable resource to human survival.

"I was ambushed, by this fake, doctor wannabe motherfucke-."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, poser!"

"May I remind you two that is six in the fucking morning." Axel cut in with a false tone of patience. "People are trying to sleep, and when I say people I fucking mean me, so take that exhibitionist shit down a notch or seven before I show the both of you how the cow jumped over the moon. Freaking, trying to get something reminiscent of sleep before having to go to Nooj's Comp class today..." Axel muttered on his way out, leaving a horrified Zexion and Demyx to quickly separated themselves.

Demyx sucked in his lips as he stood, not at all helping Zexion rise to his feet. There was a quickly written 'Awkward...' on the whiteboard before the marker was hastily raced out of the room, seemingly alongside a fleeing Roxas. The dirty blonde cleared his throat. "So, did- did you wanna leave now, or-"

"Now." Zexion instantly answered, hurrying to collect his things and leave out of the front door.

El fin

A/N: EXCUSE ALERT. So the thing about this chapter is that it's totally different than the chapter I had wrote down weeks ago. In my rush to pack up and move out of my dorm room, I packed away what was this chapter, and now I can't seem to find it. So! I started over with this chapter, whose feels seem to be all over the place, right? Jesus Christ Zexion was so hard to picture. I kinda hate everyone's character in this chapter, except Roxy's of course.

Also, "before I show the both of you how the cow jumped over the moon" just means a threat to kick someone's ass so hard that they fly over the moon like the cow's did in Hey, Diddle Diddle. I'm from the south, hun...

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