Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Behind the Smoke Screen ❯ Sanctuary ( Chapter 2 )

Note to Disclaimers: Well, I should think this is pretty standard, but hey, never hurts to be sure! I do not and never will own Kingdom Hearts I, II or CoM, so please don't sue me. You would so be able to tell if I owned it--cause there'd been more yaoi action (roxas/axel) and Larxene would NOT have died cause she's freakin awesome! So yeah, don't sure me. There will be no profit in this whatsoever...unles you count the wonderful reviews...NO MONETARY VALUE SHALL ACCOMPANY THE PRODUCTION OF THIS STORY ON Thank you!

A/N: It's still A/U. There's not much else to say, other than the fact that there will be Boy love, meaning boyxboy pairings, and things containing yaoi, cause it's great. However, regarding some of the things to come, sayings, expressions etc, just know that I have NOTHING against homosexuality. PRO-MARRIAGE, I SAY! The characters are just made this way cause it fits the template of the story. Besides...if I was homphobic, why in the seven levels of freakin purgatory would I be writing or reading Axel/Roxas, Sora/Riku fics? PRO-YAOI AND YURI! So read and review, read and flame, read and critisize, pick your poison and be my freakin guest. Thanks all! Enjoy! (and if you're still offended...then I'd be more than happy to squash you're ignorant ass...so yeah. IM/email me if it becomes a problem and you want to cuss me out.) .

Text coding: 'Thoughts', "Speaking", everything else, the occasional flashback/remembrance of some sort.

Do you know why you’re being kicked out, you insolent brat? Do you even acknowledge what it is that you just did? Heinous! Blasphemous, disgusting! Trouble, that’s all you ever were, are, and that’s all you’re ever going to be! Get out of this house before I call the cops. You’re never welcomed back here so don’t ever come back with your sorry self. You’re not our son. You’re dead to us now. You’re a disgrace. Don’t return.

NEVER.

Another sigh, a twist of his head. Long, brown hair shifted from side to side as he walked desolately to the town’s entrance. He’d gotten word that his friend lived someplace that was nice, quiet, away from the busy city and that wouldn’t know anything about where he came from. It sounded perfect, or at least good enough to house him for a bit while he regained control of his life, set things in order—all that good, necessary stuff that ensued after one was disowned. Sighing for what seemed to have been the 10th time in a 2 minute time span, he marched through the cozy, welcoming gates of Twilight Town, ignoring the sign to his right as people walked by him, smiling and waving politely. ‘They don’t even suspect?’ Demyx had said the town was relatively disconnected from everything the rest of the world had to offer, especially the city in general. He mentioned that the people were very adamant about staying as disconnected as possible, trying to maintain a certain type of lifestyle contrary to what the cities would want. Shaking his head, he continued the trek to where Demyx’s house was rumored to stand, somewhere on the outskirts of the city but close enough that Demyx was able to stay “in-touch” with the townspeople. It was just to good to be true, right?

The sky was a hazy, lazy mix of colors ranging from orange, light blue, red and yellow, highlighting the sky as the sun began to set, albeit slowly. The houses were mostly peach or tan colored, blending in well with each other but different enough from the actually scenery of grassy hills and knolls to the dark blue lakes and forest green trees. Most houses had fences, too, either light brown in shade or stark white, like a hospital room. He shivered at the thought; he hated hospitals with a passion. ‘So, I’m looking for a small, two bedroom house the color of my hair?’ He glanced back and forth between the streets, trying to find the house of his friend. And then he saw it, sitting neatly between a tanned house and a peach colored house. The dark brown of its exterior was rather noticeable compared to the other two with their wrap around porches and neat front lawns. Demyx’s porch was square and plain, and his lawn was lacking in décor as well as life. ‘Hm…some thing’s never change.’ For a person who was so obsessed with the element of water, he figured the younger man could have at least spared some for his dying front lawn; but apparently, Demyx was just too selfish to spare even a few drops.

Pinching the bridge of his noise, the brown haired young man stepped up to the porch and pressed the rusted looking doorbell that sat to the side. He could hear the chime spread through the house, echoing off the walls and making sure the occupants living inside heard it too. A minute or two passed as he stood there, waiting patiently for the dirty blonde to open the door. But when another couple minutes passed and no one came, he grew impatient and began pounding on the door’s wooden surface, which shook like it would break with another pounding. Seconds after his brutal assault he could hear footsteps—erratic and quick—making their way around the interior of the house before the door swung open to reveal his friend looking completely disheveled. Demyx’s towel was barely hanging from his hips, courtesy of his fingers, as he gave a small smile. “You’re here!”

Rolling his eyes, he pushed Demyx aside as he set his bags down and went in search of a restroom. He needed to take a piss like hell. He was opening the door, happy that he would be able to relieve himself, and stopped dead, clapping a hand over his mouth before he could scream a string of obscenities like no other. A pair of dark indigo eyes stared back at him, seemingly emotionless as the young man secured the towel he’d been tying around his thin waist. Locks of lavender-silver hued hair fell in strange angles about his pale complexioned face as the young man continued on as if nothing was wrong, as if he hadn’t been barged in on while changing after a shower. “Can I help you? Or did you need to use the bathroom?” The young man simply stared at the brown haired youth, curious. “I can leave so that you may go. I am finished.” He disappeared.

Gaping, the chestnut haired man slammed the door. Outside he could hear Demyx talking to the stranger. “Hey, Zex, didja scare him?”

“He barged in on me. I didn’t do anything,” came the stolid, quiet reply.

Demyx was heard again, the annoying whine of his vocals piercing the air. “Yeah, I figured. But still…did you at least introduce yourself?”

“Does he need to know me?”

“He’s my friend, our new roommate and you’re my boyfriend. I think it’s pretty standard…”

Shuffle, thump, slip, squeak. “Well, if this is so, then I shall introduce myself when the time presents itself. Until then...”

Demyx whined again. “Zex, I hate when you use this against me!” A sudden moaning. “No! He’s in the bathroom! Wait till he goes out for a bit, geez!”

If anything, the youth in the bathroom wanted to melt into a puddle and disappear—that or slit his throat with a razor-sharp scalpel. His head was spinning with images he didn’t want in it as Demyx—he assumed it was him—let out another moan, this one in pleasure. Sighing, the brown haired man shoved his fingers in his ears as he tried to block the oncoming sexual preview into Demyx’s love life. He cringed when he heard a loud yelp, then a curse, then silence. Sighing again, this time in relief, he managed to take his piss and remain calm as he exited the bathroom, feeling his face flush slightly at Zexion was hadn’t quite closed the door but was changing, his towel half off his nude form. ‘Ugh…’ he thought as he noticed the front door was open and there was singing coming from outside. He followed the trail of noise until he found its source; Demyx was outside strumming on his famous sitar and humming happily as the sun started to really set. Rolling his eyes, the older of the two took a seat next to him, annoyed but content at the same time. The blonde looked over at him, his trademark mohawk flat as he’d gotten out of the shower and hadn’t fixed it just yet.

“Hey, so…what’s up?”

“Are you two going to uh…um…have sex wherever and whenever?”

Though the question was totally unexpected Demyx still gave a small smile; his friend had always been a little uncomfortable with homosexuality as a concept. When it had materialized in the form of Demyx, his friend had gone straight paranoid. But Demyx’s friendship was of high value so they remained friends. Nevertheless, he still had to laugh at the hesitant, slightly homophobic youth. “Um…no...that’d just be gross, wouldn’t it?”

“Well, I know it’s your house and all…”

Demyx cut him off again, this time with a laugh. “No, we’re not going to. I’ll tell Zex we gotta cool it while you’re livin here. And um…you know, since you’re gonna be our new roommate, I gotta listen to you too, right?”

“Since when have you ever listened to me?” The brown haired one raised a curious brow, sarcasm dripping from every word as he stared at the setting sun. “Anyways…it’s your house; do what you want. Everyone else does, so why should it matter or be any different here?”

“Look, I’m not like your family. We’ve been friends since high school. I’m not blaming you for anything, so lighten up. Have some fun, live life!” Demyx replied with another laugh as he clapped his friend on the back. “In the meantime, I’ll let you sit out here and brood until you feel like stopping. I want you to meet some of my friends tomorrow though, some cool guys. You’ll like them. So…just…settle in, all right?”

“Are they gay?”

Laughing again, Demyx shook his head at the irony of the situation. “No, not everyone I associate myself with is gay, you know.” When his friend opened his mouth to retort Demyx quieted him. “You’re not gay, are you?” Silence. “Well then, see you tomorrow. Try to get some sleep, ok?” A hesitant nod. “Good night!” And Demyx was gone.

Now by himself outside on the porch, he contemplated exactly what is was that he was going to do tomorrow, aside from meet these friends of Demyx’s. However, one thought popped into his head and he cursed loudly. “Shit…I didn’t find out where I’m gonna sleep…” Cursing again, he stood up and went after his hyperactive friend, hoping that Demyx was tired and not in the mood for talking. Or Zexion a la carte. Luck should have it that Demyx was indeed not in the mood for either as he sat at the dining room table, stuffing his face with twinkies and drinking water. ‘That is the most bizarre combination I’ve ever seen.’ The thought was short-lived when he felt someone’s presence behind him. He slowly turned to see Zexion staring at him, impassively. “Hi…you must be—”

“I’m Zexion, Demyx’s boyfriend,” the lavender haired man replied, extending his hand though his voice and facial expression seemed anything but welcoming or friendly. “Demyx tells me that you’ve been friends since High School.” They had both sat down with their friend at the table, though Demyx was still to busy drinking glass after glass of water to notice. “I am glad to finally meet his old friend that he talks so much about. I’ve only been with him for 2 years now. But his other friends are…” He looked the mahogany haired man up and down before nodding, appreciatively. “Well, let’s just say they are nothing like you.”

“Uh…” Demyx cut in suddenly, forgetting his twinkies. “Man, Zexion, you are NOT checking out my best friend, are you?” The high pitched whine came back. “Cause man…that would suck ass!”

“No,” his boyfriend answered airily. “I am not checking out your friend. Unless he can move the way you move in bed, or feel the way you do when I’m inside you, then no, I have no interest in him like that, whatsoever.”

Demyx gaped. “Zex…uh…I’ve been meaning to inform you that…well he’s…”

“I’m a little homophobic…” Silence. “Or I used to be. I don’t care anymore. But incase Demyx needs reassurance,” he glared at the blonde. “I’m straight, so I have no interest in you Zexion.”

“Glad to have that established.”

Nothing more was said as Zexion, eventually, scooted his play toy, AKA Demyx, to the bedroom for the night. There had been protests and annoyed shouts but all fell silent within minutes after the door had been slammed. How that had occurred, the young man on the couch had no inclination to know. Instead, he simply set his head on the pillow as the moonlight filtered into the open window, a cool breeze ruffling his unruly hair. The TV screen blared in the background even though the sound was off; within mere seconds he had fallen asleep, neither his mind nor his body protesting the welcome healing gesture. Like he’d always say: It was all just bad memories, nothing more.

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