Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Just Another Moment ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Anything written is written solely on whim and improvisation. If anything happens to be true or based on real names or places, it is purely coincidental.

Characters used and beaten into submission and brainwashed are property of Square Enix and their creator(s) Tetsuya Nomura et cetera.

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A day in the life of Axel and his friend Demyx, picking on Zexion. A setup for chapter 2 X3 obviously

Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Shounen | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.16.2007 | Updated On: 08.16.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.7K | Visits: 408 | Status: Completed

“Dammit,” I yawned, trudged up the stone steps to Century Public High, and attempted to open the door that was locked fast. The sun seemed to just be coming up, and it was certainly early enough; in my haste I had woken up way too early, sleeping on my pre-calculus book, as usual, and remembered I had to rush to throw together an essay on the book The Yellow Star. Needless to say, I found myself leaning against the glass, criminal evidence of fingerprints and face print plastered to the clean surface, trying not to fall back asleep. Not only had I stayed up so late staring incomprehensibly at the jumble of….stuff in my math book, but I had read only half of the book before throwing together a half-assed essay, and it wasn't even due until tomorrow…. I think. What day is it again?

“Hello,” a timid voice greeted.

“Uh huh,” I managed, sliding part way down the glass and probably leaving a trail of drool, which I didn't care the least about.

“You look tired.” There were only a few people I knew in the entire school who made such obviously blatant statements such as what had been said, and this particular one happened to be the smartest one in this class—probably in the entire school!

“Zexion!” I turned around, still leaning against the locked door as I remembered his name. What a weird name. What a weird kid.

Zexion had skipped at least a couple grades, but was in some of my senior classes. Boy did that make me feel smart, especially since my brain wasn't turning nearly as fast as it did when I had to pay attention in classes like gym, and lunch. Nope, in fact, I think it was going backwards by now.

“Yeah,” I said, as though answering an unspoken question, sitting down on the concrete by the door. Zexion lived far away from the school, but since it was closer than some of the other county and district schools, he came here. As a result of his parent's also having to work early, he was dropped off early before they left somewhere farther away to the city to work.

“You're here early,” he said in his usually quiet voice. Zexion might seem a little odd, somewhat geeky, and shy, but he wasn't someone to get into a fight with either. He could hold his own pretty well, and yeah, a guy like me could probably beat his ass in anything athletic, but Zexion could still bite back pretty hard. So he was usually left to himself, and I think for an emo like him he was okay with that.

“I'm usually the only one here until they open the doors and buses arrive,” he commented again, still standing there, half his face veiled by a slightly shaggy deep blue curtain of hair. It was short in the back; just his bangs were long and brushed to the side. Talk about some weird hair.

“Yeah well, I woke up this morning at the wrong time and thought I was late `cause I was dis…..disory… confused.”

“Disoriented?”

“Whatever.” I paused inspecting my nails and not interested in looking at the emo kid still standing there, no matter how many times I wanted to copy off his paper in pre-cal. That seemed to be the end of the conversation, for at length as I sat there trying to catch a nap before school, Zexion stayed quiet, finally leaning against the side of the school and pulled out a small pocket sized book with print so miniscule I wondered how he could read it without a microscope.

Eventually I was awoken by an old man trying to knock me over with the do after unlocking it. He apologized, as I stood, grumbling and rubbing the back of my head, but I knew as soon as the janitor guy turned he'd be complaining about why kids sat in front of doors. Zexion seemed to find it amusing as we were let into the school, and I scowled at him as he wandered off to the library. Great, now it was still a whole thirty minutes before school actually started, what was I supposed to do? Surf the net, duh! The computer labs wouldn't let me in, but the library had quite a few, so I followed Zexion, helping him through the library door with a kick to his shoulder bag. Turning to glare with deep blue eyes, I looked as innocent as I could, giving him a shrug as he scowled. Out of the way, the emo nestled on the couch, curling up to keep reading while I scouted out a computer, laughing to myself.

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It was first period, pre-calculus, the most boring and useless bunch of crack the school forced you to try to learn, aside from every other stupid class the dumb school provided. The teacher, Mrs. Mustache, which obviously wasn't her actual name though it was more fitting, had just finished talking about circles and pie and radians and whatever else that meant. For the longest time I wondered why the math teacher was talking about pie with numbers, but Zexion, being smart and all, started laughing at me, telling me it was pi as in P-I some Greek symbol that did blah blah blah in math. Now that work sheets were being passed out, I turned to my friends behind me, having the last fifteen minutes that should have been used on homework, to talk instead.

Demyx was sitting across from me, a blonde headed guy who was kind of wimpy, but alright to hang around with, only because he did what I said. He was the timid type, who didn't like to get in trouble, but I had convinced him more than a few times to help with a few schemes of mine. Right now his crystal blue eyes were staring sadly, longingly at the worksheet as though hoping the paper might come up with the answers for him. I had to laugh at him. Two seats ahead of the blonde, Zexion was already carefully scrawling answers onto the paper like all the work and figuring out was in his head. That emo kid was some kid of walking computer or something.

“So I got here at the ass-crack of dawn today, right Dem? Turns out the damn power went out long enough to reset my clock so when I woke up I had no fucking idea what time it was.”

“Aww… yeah it went off at my house too, but my battery kicked in,” Demyx replied, forgetting about the woes of math to turn sideways in his seat to talk to me, head in one hand.

“Lucky bastard. Shit, I had an essay to do too dammit, and it's not even due until tomorrow! Fuck it, at least it's done and I don't plan on revising it or whatever. What kind of teacher wants to read the same shit over three times? God!”

“Yeah….”

There was a silent pause for a moment while other kids around us murmured and chattered, waiting for the bell. Zexion was the only one actually doing his homework. What a dork.

“But yeah, anyway,” I started again to get Demyx's attention, “I was at the school early and had that dweeb for company.” I jerked my thumb at Zexion, rolling my eyes as I spoke rather disdainfully. “So I had like, a ton of time to kill, and I have to show you a picture of this one bitch, man. She is a total babe!” Demyx smiled meekly. He didn't appreciate my choice of words all the time, but he had to like girls. What guy in this whole school didn't like girls? Unless maybe it was that emo, Zexion, who probably couldn't even get a hit off a dog, or maybe Marluxia who just had to be gay, no matter how many girls he dated.

“I sent it in an email to myself, so I can print it off at home and show you or something, unless you're coming over today?”

“Huh? Oh, I don't know. My mom wanted me to clean the house, so I don't think I'll have time to.”

“That's a bitch. Damn, couldn't you come over for a while and do it later?”

“I don't know…. She said she wanted it done before she got home, and you know she gets home around five, so it's gonna take me from the time I get home until then just to clean.” Demyx sighed sorrowfully. He was pretty good at cleaning though, with all the practice he had gotten.

“Yeah? You're mom's a whore. Whatever she's got stuck up her ass—”

“Axel?”

“What?” I looked to see who was talking to me as I leaned back nonchalantly in my desk, arms folded behind my head. It was Zexion, probably finished with his worksheet right now.

“Do you mind turning the volume down? I'd rather not hear such vulgar talk while I work, please.” I snorted, grinning.

“Yeah, you and Mrs. Mustache over there. You sound like my mother.” Demyx giggled, boosting my confidence a bit. “Seriously! Are you gonna tell me I need to change my underwear next or something?” Demyx tried to stifle his laughter, probably for Zexion's sake, but he still couldn't hide it. The emo flustered a little and glared before shaking his head and bending over his worksheet once more.

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Third period, and something I was good at! Gym class buddy and let me tell you, it was a nice early autumn day out, so running was a breeze. For some of us at least. Zexion was in my gym class too, and athletics isn't the forte of a geeky bookworm emo like him. I even finished half of my last lap running backwards and the kid still had another lap to do. Damn, Demyx was slow too, but he wasn't that slow. Of course I only made fun of Zexion because he was so easy to pick on, and he never fought back either, other than glaring and scowling. Unless I swung a fist, he didn't have a legitimate reason to fight back, so my antagonizing was completely risk free.

After our stretching and running, our class went back inside to play the game of the day: dodge ball. Coach Lexaeus threw out a few dodge balls and left the gym to us. Of course I dominated all the sports. Half the other team was out at my own hands, even though we only had one of the three balls, I was still set to win. Part of my team was out, but if they were too slow or didn't care, then what could I do about? I wasn't the only good player, but I was the best. Amazingly enough, Zexion was still in, standing there calmly in a T-shirt and shorts, his gym clothes. I grinned ducking at a ball aimed for my head, dodged a few people to get better aim, threw it…..and missed! Blinking, he looked again. Zexion was watching him. The emo kid had moved, had dodged, if only enough for the ball not to hit him.

Scowling, he paid attention to the game, and as soon as he got the ball was in his hands again, he aimed for Zexion. Again the brunette had dodged, and the hit missed its mark. Growling in dismay, wanting to get the quick bastard out, not sure how the hell he could dodge so fast but run so slow, he was obsessed with getting him out, and finally, he had his opening! Letting a poorly aimed ball bounce past him, he noticed a distraction taking place in the corner, a pool of people gathering, some yelling and making a fuss. The game was momentarily forgotten, Zexion was looking away, there was no way he could dodge this! Chucking the ball as fast and as hard as he could, his aim was true, and with an audible smacking noise, Zexion stumbled back and landed on his ass, arms around his stomach where it had hit.

Clucking a cry of victory, the rest of the people—only a few still in the game—left whatever it was alone; later I found out that it was just a small mouse someone had killed by stepping on it. Watching Zexion with a wide triumphant smirk of victory, no other balls were in play at the moment. He stayed down for a few moments—what a pussy!—and finally managed to his feet, still holding the stomach and diaphragm section while he stumbled to the locker rooms, probably to go cry or something. My team lost, but that's only `cause I went easy on the other side and valiantly took a hit for a team member. Of course once I was out, the rest of my side couldn't possibly stand against the overwhelming forces and had to give in. Heading into the locker room early, before the other people, even though if Coach Lexaeus caught me he'd probably start yelling, I decided I'd use the excuse for really having to piss or something. And low and behold, who was still there when I walked in? That emo, Zexion, of course.

He was leaning against a locker, having already changed, still rubbing at his stomach. What a dork. Smirking, I unashamedly pulled off my shirt, fluffing out my bright red hair and wishing I had a hair band for it.

“Heya emo-boy! Are you still moping around?” I teased, tossing my shirt into my locker and pulling out my regular school clothes. “Look on the bright side though, at least something likes to hit on you!” I laughed at my own joke before a fist slammed into the locker next to my head, denting it. Deep blue eyes were scalding, only inches from my own, his breath was soft and smelled like… blood?

“I don't appreciate the names, Axel,” he hissed in warning, still glaring. “I was coughing up blood for a good twenty minutes thanks to you. I'll be glad if you didn't rupture my spleen or something.” He pulled away, mumbling about throwing balls too hard and how it didn't make any sense to try to pulverize something.

A bit alarmed by his tenacity, I turned, snickering, but staying quiet, changing out the rest of my clothes. Next was lunch, thank GOD! I couldn't help but look at Zexion. He'd probably never actually hit me, but it was amusing to think about. He was such a loser! But damn, he could be a prick sometimes too.

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It was the end of the day, or the school day at least, thank God, if there is one, and I was talking to Demyx before he got picked up by his sister. I teased him about not being able to drive, since I could, but he just shrugged it off and sighed, ready to go home and clean the house. Winking at his sister as she drove off, probably complaining to the poor blonde about something, I sighed, walking towards the student parking lot. Woe and behold what was awaiting my car when I tried to turn it on? The damn car wouldn't start.

“What the hell?” I kept trying to turn the key, but it wouldn't give. “Shit. Fucker what the hell is wrong with you, you bastard?” I had enough gas. Checking the oil and all that jazz, everything looked okay. The damn battery was dead.

“Fuck!” Now I needed a jumpstart. What the hell was wrong with today? I woke up early as fuck, racing to get my shit together, so I didn't get enough sleep. I slept through anatomy so Professor Vexen gave me a fucking hour detention tomorrow, and now my fucking piece of shit car wasn't working.

After enough kicking and griping, a few people asked what was wrong.

“I need a damn jumpstart!” I shouted angrily at anyone that would listen, though the people across the parking lot could probably hear me just fine. So after enough inspection and mumbling about what to do, we found someone with starter cables, and the old fuck was running again. It wasn't the best car, but it wasn't a piece of junk either. Besides that, how could the battery just die? Oh…. My lights were left on because it was dark when I got to school. Oops.

So I was cruising down the road with my usual five to ten over the limit speed when I saw a figure walking down the side of the road. When I saw who it was, I stuck my arm out to wave and laugh, managing to honk as I yelled.

“Loooseeer!” It was Zexion, walking hope because he probably missed his bus. Yeah, he really was an idiot, for as smart as he was in class. Maybe all his teachers felt so sorry for him that they gave him his good grades. I wouldn't doubt it. If he had to walk, he had a damn long way to walk too. Sucked balls to be him.

I had just gotten home now, had barely threw my shit down when my bitch of a mom was in my door complaining. She had gotten a phone call from Professor Vexen.

“Third time this month already Axel! What am I going to do with you? Why can't you be good and keep up with your grades? What about your future?!” I never knew a woman could say so much in one breath. Scowling, I was ready to start yelling back; my dad had been bad enough already.

“And Mrs. Larkins called today to about you math. You're failing her class already! You did so well at the beginning of the semester! I don't know what's happened, Axel, but if you don't clean up your act I'm going to get you a tutor, and if you don't pass all of your classes by the end of the semester, you're going to be home schooled.”

“Mom!” I shot back, wrenching off my tie. “I'm not a baby and I'm not an idiot! I don't need a tutor! Mrs. Larkins is a crazy old coot anyway!” I had a few more names to add to that.

“Then pull yourself together young man and let's see some improvement! I can't believe you slipped four letter grades already! And then sleeping through anatomy?! If you're staying up too late, mister, I'll give you a curfew!”

“MOM! I was studying my pre-calculus and I stayed up so late I ended up falling asleep, damn! Then I woke up early and the power had gone off, so I didn't know what time it was, but it was really early!”

My mom looked flustered.

“That doesn't excuse your math scores! Bring your grade up, Axel, I mean it!” With that, she turned to leave while I slammed the door behind her, scowling bitterly. Stupid fat bitch…. Mrs. Larkins…thinks she can just call whenever she wants…. Not anyone's business what I make in math! It's the most useless thing next to anatomy anyway. Who cares if I can name muscles and bones, as long as I know where my legs, my hands, my head, and my cock are, I'm fine. Changing out of my school uniform, I pulled on a semi clean shirt as well as shorts, tempted to go to Demyx's house just to bug him, especially if his fine-assed sister was there, but decided I didn't want to get stuck cleaning. Getting online, the words my mom had said rang in my head. The last time I had a tutor, I hated it, and it was worse than cleaning the bathroom, which is hell in this house. I was okay in anatomy and English and gym, but math wasn't a strong point, especially because it was too confusing and I didn't give a damn about numbers that didn't even exist. Fuck, and now that Demyx was cleaning, I had nothing to do. Maybe I'd call him later.

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It was after dinner, after I had managed to stare at my math assignment and guess on every other one. I was asking the blonde for answers too, since he tended to get more of them right than I did, but the topic of homework didn't last long.

“Dude, and get this, what my mom said! She was such a bitchI swear!” I interrupted Demyx while he asked me if the right formula for finding the radian had something to do with pie and whatever else. “She wants me to be tutored in math. In math! Can you believe that? The last time I had a tutor—” I paused to snicker, “—the old bag went nearly insane! It was great!” I was laughing as I remember. My mom had some older hag come to the house while she worked in the evenings so the bitch could teach me math, except I never paid attention and I would wander off. She used a switch on me a couple of times until I took the damn stick away and threatened her. She quit real soon after that.

“A tutor?” Demyx was asking. “My mom couldn't afford a tutor for me. I don't think I would understand anyway.” There was a pause again as he sighed and I grumped.

“You and me both, pal.” There was another one of those awkward silences that I hated so much.

“Maybe we can do like a study party thing,” Demyx suggested. I scoffed.

“God that's the stupidest thing I've heard from your mouth all week! Damn Demyx….” I sounded offended, but I laughed too to let him know I wasn't too serious; the kid was funny like that, taking shit too personally and all.

“You realize that two math idiots trying to study pre-calculus together isn't going to accomplish anything?” I asked, picking at a snagged toe nail as I half reclined back on my bed.

“Well, what if we had it with Zexion or something? He's really smart; he's probably the smartest guy in the class. He could help us out.” I damn near choked trying not to laugh. But he did have a point.

“Hmm…. I guess so. You think the emo would want to though? I mean, if I went and asked him, he'd probably just glare and then laugh at me, the bastard.”

I thought for a minute. How could I get Zexion to have a study party with us so I could avoid getting a tutor, when I was probably one of the last people Zexion wanted to study with?

“Heeeey, Demyx!” I grinned, getting an idea and conveying it slyly, somewhat excitedly. “Why don't you talk to the emo like, tomorrow after class or after school or something, and see if the prick will do it? We can have it at your house or something. Only, don't tell him I'm coming, okay?” I grinned. I was a fucking genius!

“I don't know… I mean, what if Zexion asks about you? I can't just lie to him…..” I could practically see Demyx's frown through the phone. I rolled my eyes.

“Demyx,” I started slowly, so he could understand and all, “if you tell him you need help with math and ask him to come over for the night to study then, it's not like it's lying or anything, geez.”

“The whole night?!”

“Well yeah, I mean, I could probably get the shit learned in a couple hours, but you, my friend, would take all night to teach.” I snickered, grinning. Then again, I was failing math but that was only because the teacher hated me.

“So make it like, Friday or something. Tell your mom I'm spending the night.”

“My parents will be gone though, with my sister,” Demyx replied, grunting and then shuffling noises could be heard. He was probably looking for something he misplaced. He was always misplacing stuff. What a loser.

“Damn! Where are they going?” I really was disappointed. I liked Demyx's sister, and I liked to flirt with her fine ass too, but if she wasn't there, it wouldn't be that much fun.

“Something about college, I think?” I rolled my eyes again.

“Boooring!” Sighing, I laid back on the bed, rolling over on the telephone cord. “So ask your mom if I can spend the night this Friday.”

“What about the study party?”

“Fuck that. You know how she is around new people that she's never met before. Just invite him over, and hopefully the damn parentals won't want to chitchat or something. Sorry Demyx, but damn does your mom talk forever on the phone. You need a recording of her fucking autobiography just to save her breath or something.” Demyx giggled, but you could tell he sounded nervous.

“Well…..” he hesitated a moment, and I hated when he did that. He really was such a wuss. “My parents won't like it if they find out Zexion was here too, but they should let you stay. Let me ask anyway. Hold on.”

I heard the phone as it was put down, and the sound of feet. After a long moment of me playing with the telephone cord, he was back.

“Yeah, my mom didn't seem to like it too much `cause she's going away while I take care of the house, but she said it would be fine.” I grinned.

“Awesome!” We had done some wild stuff at Demyx's house before, but his parents still let me come over. I was a pretty good kid, I would say, even though I could be kinda reckless sometimes too, but the blonde kid had a way of making things alright, so everyone was on good terms.

“Well, tomorrow's Thursday, so that's a little heads up for Zexion, but ask him tomorrow, okay? I'm gonna take a shower. I'll talk to ya later. And don't forget to ask him!” Demyx was stuttering his okays and goodbyes and I didn't let him finish before I hung up. I didn't like listening to people stumble all over their words.