Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Just Another Moment ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

I don't always dream, but I had a fucking weird ass dream last night. I woke up all sprawled across the bed like I usually am because I don't sleep in one place, even though the bed was kinda small. Anyway, I dreamt I was being tickled by this big feather. It was erotic because this sexy naked chick was doing it, and she kept sighing and giggling a little bit and she said stuff, but I couldn't tell what she was saying, like she didn't want me to hear it or something; she spoke so soft. And that was my weird ass dream. Once I had woken up, I figured I was just still horny from last night, and it was a pretty good dream, after all. Waking up and looking around it was about ten, enough sleep for me, but I had fallen asleep pretty early anyway, maybe around one or so in the morning. The TV was off, and Demyx had spread out a blanket on the floor, for what little room he had, and then used another blanket for covers.

 

Demyx was probably in the bathroom or making breakfast or something, but Zexion was still curled up under the blankets. He was pretty small actually, and when he stood up, he was almost a full head shorter than me. It was cold in the room, probably from last night, and the sun hadn't had a chance to warm everything up yet, but I was too lazy to dress past putting a shirt on. I could get completely dressed later. Not sure if I should wake the emo up or not, I decided I would let Demyx wake him up if he wanted. I remembered Zexion had said we'd probably finish math up this morning, but if he slept in any later, that wasn't gonna happen: I was finished by noon time and refused to give a damn about school until Monday.

 

“Morning,” I yawned as I stepped into the kitchen and den area.

 

“Morning,” Demyx replied, bright and early. Sometimes he was just too damn peppy in the morning to talk to. “Is Zexion still sleeping?”

 

I poked in the fridge before picking up the carton of milk, Demyx hastily pushing a glass into my hand. He knew I liked to drink straight from the carton. I just rolled my eyes but used the glass anyway.

 

“Nah, he's still out like a light.” Sitting on the stool, I watched Demyx's back as he made pancakes.

 

“Mm k. I'll wake him up as soon as I finish breakfast then.” Yawning again and sipping my milk, I saw Demyx was frying eggs in another pan as well. No bacon or sausage, but I would live. After hearing the sizzle of the pans for awhile, I saw Demyx had scooped out a couple golden brown pancakes and had them on separate plates. They were pretty big, since it was a good amount of batter, but I got two, and Zexion and Demyx got one. Normally the blondie would shovel his portion over, if need be, but the emo hadn't eaten too much last night, so maybe he wouldn't eat two big pancakes and eggs. Altogether there were seven fried eggs sitting on their respective pancakes, and I was ready to eat before Demyx even passed me the plate. I would smother my pancakes in syrup, but I had to spare my fried eggs first.

 

Demyx left to rouse the sleepy head and I tried not to burn my tongue, thinking about the dream I had last night and wondering if it meant anything or not. I decided I'd tease Demyx some as soon as his ass got back in the kitchen. Zexion still looked kinda sleepy and all, his hair was a little messy, but he was also still waking up as he stumbled into the little kitchen unit. Demyx gave him a glass of milk which he started to sip, and I smirked.

 

“Hey Demyx, you weren't tickling me in my sleep, were you? You weren't sleep walking or anything?” The blondie looked confused.

 

“No, I'm pretty sure I stayed on the floor the whole night.” He frowned slightly, poking at my eggs. “Why?”

 

“`Cause I had a dream I was being tickled by a giant feather…..” Green eyes narrowed in concentration. “Only it wasn't like funny laughing kind of tickling. It was more like she was teasing me.”

 

“She?” Demyx inquired, giving Zexion his plate who stared quite fixatedly on his eggs.

 

“Yeah, there was this Asian chick, and she had a big long feather and she was saying stuff I didn't quite catch and she kept running the feather all over me.”

 

“Sure it's not something you got from the porn you were watching?” He rolled his eyes, and my smirk only grew.

 

“I don't remember any feathers. I don't exactly have a feather fetish either.” I chuckled softly before sighing and eating an egg nearly whole. “Well it was just a dream anyway. Those aren't supposed to make sense, right?” Demyx just shrugged.

 

“Dunno. I don't know much about dreams.” So we ate in silence for a little bit, and I ate my eggs, and Zexion was actually eating too, instead of like last night where he was afraid to touch his spaghetti, lest it jump up and attack him as soon as he stabbed it. What a nutcase. Well, I got the syrup and I drown my pancakes in it. I mean I fucking <i>smothered</i> them with syrup while Demyx's pansy ass put peanut butter on his first, then used syrup. Zexion was just nibbling on them plain, and I guess it was really interesting to watch me cut those suckers up and lick the knife clean `cause that's what the emo did: stared. I swear he didn't blink, but when I looked at him, he just looked kind of disinterested and made a point of eating his own damn pancakes again.

 

By the time I was mostly finished with mine, Zexion was halfway through his pancake and Demyx was finishing up, since he only had one pancake. And then Demyx crossed the line I didn't want to hear.

 

“Are we going to finish up the last chapter this morning, maybe before lunch?” That about ruined my damn mood, but I managed not to be too pissed.

 

“That seems to be the plan, yes,” Zexion replied, all calm and everything. He managed to hold onto his glass of milk and stare at it without drinking any. “I figured we can try to finish up the chapter around lunch. It may go a little over. It's 10:30 now, so maybe by 12:30, I guess? We need to review last night's too, to make sure we didn't forget everything I taught.” Sounded like a lotta fucking work to me. This emo kid sure was going way the hell outta his way to teach us some stupid math. I sighed heavily and finished my breakfast, cleaning up my plate and cup and silverware and then guess what happens.

 

“Axel, go you want my other pancake? I'm full.” Zexion watched me with those deep blue eyes, his expression always kinda offended and guarded but the rest of his face looked apathetic. He was pointing to his plate. I made a face; I don't eat my damn pancakes plain!

 

“Fine. Give me your fork and knife though.” Standing next to him, I ladled on the sweetness, cutting up all nice and made short work of it. I could tell and half way see the dark blue eyes watching me the whole time, but it wasn't like I bothered to sit down either. He had half his glass of milk left, so I didn't even bother to ask for it; he wouldn't have finished it anyway.

 

“Good breakfast, Demyx.” Zexion nodded, and I left the things for him to wash himself. Blondie only did it `cause he was the host and Zexion was new to his house and all. When you visited as much as I did, you were expected not to be given special treatment or manners or anything. Besides, Demyx was too damn nice, so half the time I didn't have to wash my own plate or anything. I let out a good burp and Demyx tried not to giggle.

 

“Excuse you,” he mockingly chastised.

 

“Yes ma'am!” I gave a mock salute and sat myself down on the couch. I wasn't going to bother getting fully dressed until after math. No use stressing myself over math in clean clothes. It'd just make me damn uncomfortable, and besides, I didn't need to wrinkle my clothes when I planned to head out with at least Demyx later in the afternoon. Maybe after lunch, then I could escape the pre-calculus.

 

I waited patiently for Zexion and Demyx to get their asses on over to the den area, stifling a yawn and getting another good stretch while I was at it. The blonde guy joined me after cleaning up, but Zexion took a minute to use the can and fix his hair and then join us. It was gonna be a <i>long</i> morning, especially if it started off with a good breakfast and then…math.

 

 

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I lay my head on the table. Thud! That's the sound my head made. It had been a couple hours already, and I was hungry as a motherfucker. We had finally decided to wrap things up, and it took damn long enough too. We had gotten through the chapter, even though it was kinda tough, but we had made it, and we'd do all our review after lunch. Zexion said he really wasn't hungry, but fuck him, <i>I</i> was, and I bet Demyx was too. So while I moped and complained and tried to let my poor overloaded brain rest, Zexion drew up a review for us and Demyx made hamburgers for lunch. I was sorta hoping we could have eaten out somewhere and gotten burgers and fries and all that shit some place and hung outside the house for the rest of the afternoon just shooting the breeze, but we were <i>almost</i> done. Sure I had complained and grumbled some, but I was a nice guy, and I was pretty diligent too. I wouldn't say it, but it was kinda fucking cool to actually know what the hell I was doing in math. I know Demyx was really happy too.

 

So we had some good burgers that the blonde guy did on a little inside grill, and of course they were good, and we had some fries he made in the oven and we drank sodas and it was good, then we got back to our damn math schedule, but it went by pretty fast, so it was still early afternoon by the time we finished. I was surprised I remembered as much as I did. Then again, I <i>was</i> a God, even if gods didn't need pre-calculus.

 

“Okay,” I said as I pulled on my pants and fixed my studded belt. “We gotta get outta this house, Demyx. Let's drive somewhere.” I could imagine Demyx making a face.

 

“I wouldn't mind. What about you, Zexion? Do you need to be home by any time?” I didn't hear an answer so I guess he was shaking his head or something. I fixed up my hair which was well conditioned and stuck out, bright red, like it usually did, and I put on my usual eye liner and the fucking awesome little marks under my eyes. Those were my <i>symbols</i> man. Well, I pulled on my shoes and I was all ready to go. Demyx was dressed and putting on shoes and I guess Zexion was just going in what he slept in.

 

“Is there anywhere in particular you wanna go, or am I gonna have to make the whole motherfucker up as I go?” I asked, looking between the blonde and the emo. Predictably, Demyx shrugged and Zexion didn't say anything.

 

“God, I guess so. Damn people, you need to talk more. Jesus Christ. Whatever, come on if you're ready, if you're not, too fucking bad.” So we jumped into my car, and while Demyx was still trying to figure out how to use the damn seat belt, we were speeding off. I pumped up the music and down the high way we went, taking us to wherever we'd end up going, which, suffice it to say, was the last place on earth I'd want to be seen with a faggot and a loser. Hard to guess who was who in that little combination there. Parking over a space and a half, I'd be damned if I cared, jerking open my door and looking to the warehouse-like building before us. The road took us to the last fucking place anyone would go to when they were bored, but here we all were: me, Zexion, Demyx, and half the population of Nowhere Town. We were at the damn Walmart.

 

“Fuck, if I thought there was anything to do in this damn town we wouldn't be here. A hell of a lotta help you guys are.” Though I was grumbling I wasn't really complaining or anything like that because I was bored as hell and as long as it was something to do, it didn't really matter too much. So I left the car, Demyx catching up and Zexion wandering somewhere behind like he was drifting away or didn't want to be seen associated with us. What a prick. The automatic doors pulled open and we entered near the food place in the super Walmart. That's right it wasn't just <i>Walmart</i>, it was a <i>super</i> Walmart, which meant more space to wander around in and see how much trouble we could get in, or stay out of. At least the electronic section should have some games set up to play, but the bastards probably didn't have anything really good up. But who the hell knew? Maybe they did have something worth playing. But it'd be a bitch to stare up at the damned screen. Who the fuck designed the section to be craning your neck back far enough to break the fucker huh? I'd like to meet the bastard to punch him in the face a few times and get things straight with him.

 

So we three walked into the cool store which was busy like it always was, like the whole damn town had nothing better to do than wander around Walmart, and I bet only half the bitches were here to actually buy something even if it was a pack of damn gum.

 

“I wonder if we'll see anyone we know,” Demyx commented, standing on his toes and looking around like he was at a damn party looking for someone he was waiting for.

 

“Shit, is there gonna be anyone we <i>don't</i> know?” I chuckled smarmily, glancing around just in case there was some prick watching us and waiting to pull a stunt or act like they're all buddy-buddy when they're not.

 

“I don't know them,” the blonde pointed at a group of older women. I laughed.

 

“If you did know them, I'd be worried.” As far as I knew Demyx didn't join Quilt Makers Anonymous, `cause those grannies certainly looked like they'd be a part of it. I smirked to think it would only be anonymous because no one could remember their name.

 

Walking farther in the store, Zexion trailed behind looking around kind of timidly, like he was in some place he had never been before or like he had some bad experience in Walmart and was trying to avoid it altogether. I wondered what the fuck was wrong with him, but then again this was Zexion we were talking about. Leading them around the registers and self check out, I grabbed a magazine as I passed with some half naked air brushed chick on the front. She looked pretty damn hot, but sometimes I had to wonder how much of it was really her and how much was digital. It was crazy but since that hot-headed Larxene pointed it out once at school I kinda took a notice to it. Whatever, she still had a nice body. Flipping through it as I walked, I wasn't interested in the girl's gossip or what accessories were in or anything like that—hell no, not when there were some hot babes serving as eye candy. Opening one page, a must have was supposed to be a mini-skirt but I'd be damned if the fashion industry called that thing a skirt. It looked like some lacey panties with fringe, like French underwear, as short as it was, but fuck that, you could tell the lady wasn't wearing anything underneath, whether it showed anything or not.

 

“Get a load of this one,” I said, pausing where I stood to show to Demyx, and he looked it over, blushing a little bit. He was a pretty modest guy but it was funny as hell sometimes to pick on the kid.

 

“She has nice eyes,” the blonde commented and I grinned, getting him in half a head lock.

 

“Knowing you, when you said eyes you don't mean breasts huh?” I laughed mirthfully as the blonde turned red. “Here ya go Zex, what do you think, is she your type?” I tossed the magazine over my shoulder before looking and thankfully the emo caught it. If he had wandered off and I threw the damn magazine for no reason, I'd have to hunt the bitch down and kick his ass for making me look like a dumbass. The twiggy short guy looked it over passively. Last night he'd gotten pretty horny over the women on TV, so I wondered if maybe he had a preference or not, not like I gave a fuck unless he was chasing down my women. Who the hell knew? Maybe he was a god in bed and could give a few pointers—not that I needed any, but we could start something at school and charge the poor bastards at school who can't laid worth jack.

 

“She's not really my type,” Zexion finally said, handing the magazine back. I cocked a disbelieving brow.

 

“Either you got high standards or you don't know a woman when you see one,” I scoffed incredulously. She was fuckingfine airbrushed or not, so it was crazy as a motherfucker if the emo didn't like her. “Don't like blondes?” The statement made Demyx smirk as though I were implying him. Walking again, headed in no particular direction, I walked half backwards to watch Zexion until he had enough sense to walk alongside us.

 

“That's not what I said.” I rolled my eyes, way to get technical you bastard. “I like red heads.”

 

“Red heads?” I mused aloud, brows scrunched up like I was thinking real hard when I was just trying to visualize a really good example.

 

“With green eyes, maybe blue,” Zexion provided the image and my smirk transformed into a wide grin. I liked the blue eyes if only because of Demyx's fine-assed sister, but I was somewhat picky about red heads. If they were getting the job done though, I didn't give a fuck what color their hair or eyes were.

 

“What about you Demyx?” I asked, knowing full well the boy wouldn't want to answer if he could help it, and when I looked he was still blushing like a fucking girl with a crush.

 

“I don't really care about hair color…” he began, but I cut him off.

 

“Come on, I know you have some kind of preference”

 

“Well…..maybe brunettes?”

 

“Are you asking me a question? Hell if I know, it's whatever turns you on,” I chuckled and the comment only made bright red cheeks redder. Demyx giggled, finally easing up and laughing at himself for how foolish he was acting.

 

“Yeah, brunettes, with longer hair,” grinning, still blushing, we laughed, though it didn't look like Zexion was sharing the fun. What a weird guy.

 

“What, don't tell me you're really a faggot?” I asked incredulously, thin eyebrows cocked before I burst out laughing. “We'll find ya something man, but this magazine doesn't have much in it.” Zexion looked skeptical, whether it was doubting the magazine or the fact that he couldn't take a fucking joke. Turning down an aisle I tossed the magazine onto a half empty shelf of fruit juice, not giving a damn where or how it landed, eliciting a disapproving frown from Demyx but it wasn't like he would do anything about it anyway.

 

Sighing heavily and jamming my hands in my pants pockets I led the little crew down the aisles in no particular direction. Demyx was better at entertaining himself, so maybe he could find something to amuse us all with. I don't know about emo-boy though…he'd probably be no fun no matter what; if he couldn't put his damn opinion on a hot chick then nothing would excite him. Without knowing it, we were headed to the pet aisle passing the animal food and going towards the fish tanks lining the wall. Demyx practically squealed like a pig when he saw the stupid fish, not like they were anything special or anything. Pressing his nose to the glass, the fish kept swimming like it was a common occurrence, not paying any mind to the blonde and why would they? Probably scared the shit outta the little buggers. Demyx watched the fish, blabbing about what kind they were and how pretty looked and whatever the fuck amused him. Watching him with a smirk, he was like a puppy dog.

 

Struck with a thought, I grinned devilishly as the blonde grabbed the emo and pointed out some kind of fish to him. Zexion didn't seem that interested but he didn't say anything about it either. Stepping back carefully as though the other two could hear me sneaking around, I slipped around the corner of an aisle and disappeared, trekking another aisle over until I found the dog supplies. Finding a good collar, I put it around my neck to see if it was big enough. Snapping a leash onto it, I laughed to myself, sneaking back over to see the blonde was still obliviously watching the fish, but at least the bastard wasn't trying to crawl into the tanks like he was a minute ago. Wearing that silly smile he got when there was something he really liked, the blonde was someone who liked fish, even water in general, like the beach, for example. But that was just what made the kid weird. Sneaking up behind Demyx, I put the collar on him, snapping it in place and he looked so confused! It really was fucking hilarious.

 

Laughing, holding onto the end of the leash, I gave it a little tug.

 

“Woof woof!” Practically dying, I had to catch my breath before tears leaked out and messed up my eyeliner.

 

“What's this for?” Demyx asked, a bit nervous, trying not to pout like he normally did about every fucking thing. I rolled my eyes, still grinning like a maniac.

 

“It's a dog collar, since you act so much like a puppy I thought you might need one.” Tugging the leash once more, I grinned, looking to see what Zexion though but he was just watching the fish. Didn't the bastard notice or were the fish too fucking interesting? Losing my interest, I tossed the leash to the emo who turned to regard us when it hit him, his dark blue eyes silent and observing. He got really weird and kinda creepy when he just watched you like that, so it was my turn to stare at the damn fish.

 

“What's the radian of a two hundred and seventy degree angle?” he asked calmly and out of the corner of my eyes I could see him taking the collar off Demyx, brows furrowed as though he had to concentrate really hard just to work the snap.

 

“Three pi over two,” Demyx replied before I could, my mouth closing as he promptly supplied the answer.

 

Watching the fish sullenly, my afternoon wasn't going so damn hot, but it would actually look up by Sunday, I just didn't know it yet. Sighing heavily, wanting to get away from this part of the store, if not the whole damn store itself, I saw Demyx looking quite pleased, Zexion smiling. Freeze! Yes, the fucker was <i>smiling</i>. It was creepy as hell, since I don't think I've ever seen him smile like that, especially over something as stupid as that, but it wasn't like I really hung around him or anything like that. He helped us in math, so fucking what? If I got all the answers right, he wouldn't give a shit, but maybe it was just that fucking puppy dog Demyx. What a prick.

 

“Well if we're done staring at the damn fish, let's get moving already, I'm tired of standing around, geez.” Pushing past Demyx and Zexion, I headed down the cat food aisle, I didn't wait for them to catch up or anything like that. Considering I was their wheels and was providing the transportation, they should be the ones catching up to me.

 

They followed me down the aisle, hanging behind and I swear I could hear the fuckers talking behind my back about something, and Demyx giggled like I couldn't hear him. Then he caught up to me, still smirking. Giving him a side long glance, I cocked a brow, pissed that I seemed to have my fun shot down and then left out of everyone else's fun.

 

“Sorry, Zexion just said something funny,” Demyx snickered, trying his best to hold back another laugh. Turning a piercing emerald gaze accusingly at the emo behind me, I scowled. What the fuck ever. He could teach us some math but when it came to jokes, he didn't want to share a damn thing with anyone else. Yeah, I saw how it was.

 

“Don't worry about it,” Demyx assured, waving it aside. “Hey, let's see if they still have that Halloween stuff still out!” Bolting on ahead past me, I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't be sour for too long. He was just too goofy and besides that, it took too much damn energy to keep up being angry.

 

Glancing over my shoulder to see if the emo-kid was gonna follow or not, I jogged after Demyx to catch up to him. Half buried in a rack of cheap clothing, I found him pulling a costume out and laughing. It was a dog costume in a row of animal costumes, some for little kids, other for adults, the menagerie in no particular order, a jumble of sundry Halloween accessories and props on the rack next to them.

 

“It fits the collar. All you really need is the tail and the ears,” I joked. Looking over the stuff the store offered, I pulled out a devil set, but it was much too small.

 

“Hey!” Demyx waved a hand at me and held up a pair of devil horns, plastic but they looked rather sturdy. Grinning like a cat, I snatched up the pair and fit it onto my head the best I could, rearranging my hair to fit it better and make the horns look more natural.

 

Collecting a small plastic pitch fork I held it up and posed.

 

“It fits you well,” Zexion remarked looking me over with arms crossed. The faintest hint of a smirk played at the corner of his lips and it kinda put me uneasy. Man that guy was creepy. I considered it a moment and decided to take it as a compliment, chuckling darkly and tossing the pitch fork aside.

 

“All you need is the tail,” Zexion pointed out and when I glanced his way, I noticed him still looking—shit nah, he was <i>staring</i> at him, but then he blinked and cocked a brow as if to ask what I was doing in his fucking business.

 

“They have it as part of the costume,” Demyx said, looking over the devil costume that was much too small.

 

“Like you're gonna see my ass in red spandex or footies, hell no!” I spat, throwing the devil get-up back into the forest of gaudy clothing. “It might be okay for a Halloween party, but I'll be damned it I wear an outfit like <i>that</i>.” I pointed scathingly into the rack of clothes. “I have a red shirt and black pants, so maybe a good pair of horns and a tail, but not this cheap ass shit.”

 

Demyx just shrugged and turned around to do something before he turned around with a set of some ugly teeth in and a clown nose and fake point ears. I couldn't help but laugh, especially when the kid tried to look mean. It was pretty damn funny, the way he looked. Poor blondie couldn't be mean or even look mean without fucking it up.

 

“This is pretty damn sad if we've got nothing better to do than look at each other in the Halloween aisle,” I groused. “Pretty damn sad we came here at all, but whatever.” We finally moved away from the Halloween aisle towards the electronics. At least we could listen to some music for awhile and maybe play some games—if they had any good ones anyway. Skipping the music and heading straight to the locked up cases of games, they had a couple hand held consoles, one which was out of order and the TV screen all blank, and they had a couple controllers for various platforms sitting out. Looking at the television sets continuously playing the same images and animations over and over nothing looked very interesting, so I skipped the notion of playing a game completely. Loitering around the cases, I peered at the games sitting so neatly in their rows begging to be bought, except that nothing looked that good, unless it was something childishly amusing that Demyx might like.

 

Zexion stood off to the side and I guess he mumbled something, but it was so damn quiet I didn't hear it. He walked off and when I looked, he was searching through a rack of CD's, putting on a pair of headphones and scanning the CD he picked up. He looked up with his dark, dark blue eyes to find I was watching him, so I shrugged and turned back to Demyx.

 

“Looks like a good idea. No good games over here,” I commented, jerking my thumb over my shoulder at the emo listening to who the hell knew what.

 

“What?” Demyx asked, jolting up to see what I was talking about. “Oh. Yeah, there's one game I might get, but they're so expensive. Besides, I don't have any money, but I can wait. What new CD's do they have out by Paige Turner?”

 

“Hell if I know, I don't listen to her,” I grumbled, staring at a TV screen. Something was kinda bugging me, but I couldn't figure out what the hell it was. Deciding it wasn't bugging me enough to be really important I ignored the elusive bastard and looked away from the games towards the music. Passing through a row of DVD's I looped around to the other side, a few feet from Zexion where he listened passively to his music, staring intently at the damn CD cover, but when I peeked over there wasn't anything interesting to look at.

 

Finding my own CD to listen to, I put on the headphones over my bushy hair pressing the number I wanted to hear and turned it up as loud as it could go. Damn was this song the <i>bitch</i> or what? Singing the parts I knew and making up the parts I didn't, I was jamming. Then a finger tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around to see who it was. Demyx was grinning and laughing. Smirking, I kept dancing, getting half caught in the damn cord and not giving a shit if I was. Hey, I had to amuse myself somehow, right? There was another tap on my shoulder and I looked at Demyx again. He was saying something but hell if I knew what. Taking off my headphones, the blondie said something again.

 

“Xigbar's here. He's coming in a minute.” Xigbar? Damn, I hadn't seen that bastard in awhile. Wonder what he's been up to? Keeping the headphones around my neck, I looked over the low rows of CD's and DVD's, and I'll be damned, that bastard snuck around <i>behind</i> me and nearly scared the shit outta me!

 

He grabbed my shoulder and ruffled my hair the way he usually fucking did and I had to fight his hands away.

 

“Shit, knock it out!” I growled, but I was grinning. “Hey Xiggy, it's been awhile huh? Where ya been, grabbing all the ladies and forgetting to share them or something?” I joked, retreating far enough away to fix my hair. Zexion was looking with some interest at the large man in front of me. Xigbar was pretty tall and built like a brick house, but for a guy his size, he was pretty slender, albeit muscular all over. He had definitely been around too, for all the scars he had, and it looked like he hadn't seen a barber in who knows how fucking long, with his hair as long as it was.

 

“Hey Axel, hey little man,” Xigbar greeted with a punch to the shoulder that could have sent Demyx flying if he hadn't held back more. “Whatcha punks been up to?” I grinned.

 

“Same old, same old, you know how it is.”

 

“Yeah yeah, I do,” he chuckled. Xigbar was an older friend, out of college already, although half the time I didn't know what he actually did for a living. “Hey, I'm kinda glad I found ya.” He looked around to make sure no one else was listening in closely or staring at him or something.

 

“I'm having a party tonight, you guys wanna come?” I grinned at the implication. Hell yeah!

 

“Xig, you know you don't have to actually ask if I wanna go. Just tell me when and where and I'll be there!” I laughed, grinning widely. Zexion was looking back at his music.

 

“What about you little man?” Demyx was the source for the question.

 

“What? Oh me?” Blondie stuttered like he'd never been asked that kind of question before. He could be a dope sometimes, but it was kinda funny sometimes too. “Oh no, I couldn't tonight, I still have to take care of the house. Sorry.” I scoffed.

 

“You know he's not a party type, Xiggy.” Demyx didn't like to be around a lot of people he didn't know, and he wasn't really into the party scene like I was, not much drinking, if at all, that kinda stuff.

 

“Yeah, it's okay, I can understand man,” Xigbar nodded, looking sincere. He was a cool guy and all and even though he liked to have a good time like I did, he still had his morals, his honor and all, so it wasn't like he'd force somebody who didn't want to go into going.

 

“Yeah, so like, it'll probably start around ten okay? If you can find anyone else, go ahead and bring em.” I nodded. Xigbar and I were pretty damn good friends, and usually when he threw a party, it wasn't like the whole block was invited.

 

I remember one time when a hell of a lot of people that <i>no one</i> knew showed up and DAMN did Xigbar get mad. He could kick some ass too, and he was a fucking god at fighting. It was pretty funny when it happened. Fucking hilarious. Well, Xigbar looked around, turned to ask another time if the blonde wanted to go, then shrugged when Demyx said he didn't want to go.

 

“Okay well then, I'll see ya later man. I got some stuff to pick up for tonight and one room's a really wreck. I'll see ya later,” Xigbar said with another punch to the shoulder, flashing a grin before turning to walk off somewhere. I knew the bastard was picking up drinks and probably chips since that's what he lived off half the time anyway, but I had to wonder what happened to the room. That would make for a damn good story, drunk or sober.

 

After Xigbar's disappearance, the only thing I could continue to think about was the party he had mentioned. Demyx didn't want to go, the wimp, but he said I could invite whoever I wanted. The only thing was, I didn't exactly have a bitch to call my own and I liked it better that way; all they did was whine and complain anyway and talk about all the fucking money you had to blow on them. I'd much rather have a few chicks to bang instead of having to be steady with obligations towards one girl anyway. Walking through the store, I had grown bored, but what else was there to fucking do? We hung around the store for another hour just killing time, but after that we had to give up. Slamming my car door, hands on the wheel, I thought about it. Shit… there was nothing to do here, and we'd already hit the biggest place in the entire town.

 

“Hey, what else should we do? Demyx?” Zexion sat quiet as his emo self in the back, not contributing and I didn't expect him to either.

 

“Ummm…. Maybe the park?” the blondie answered after much thought. Don't hurt yourself kid. Scoffing and making a face at the idea, I ran a hand through my hair.

 

“Maybe…. I guess if there's nothing else to do, then we could. Long as we don't have any faggots trying to pull fights or deal drugs or something.”

 

“They usually do that at night….. Don't they?” Zexion spoke up from the back seat, adding the last part hastily, and I almost missed what he said. He talked too damn soft sometimes.

 

“What? Oh yeah, maybe, but the people you have around here or crazy. If they wanna get doped up, the time of day or night won't stop them.” Starting the engine, blaring music kicking up, thankfully it was a good song to distract me, so I pulled out of the parking lot, speeding down the high way and half hanging out the window while I sang. It didn't take all that long to get to the park and despite it being the weekend, like no one was there.

 

“Yes! We have the whole damn place to ourselves; the <i>whole damn place!</i>” The park wasn't all that outstanding: it had some beat up little kids stuff, a big swing set, a slide, and plenty of trails and woods to walk through. No one seemed to be around but fuck if I cared. I liked being free. Sometimes at home and at school I felt too… oppressed or something. Being out in the open was nice. And without saying a damn thing what the fuck do you think the emo kid does? He heads to the swings and sits down on one. One of them's broken but the other two and the little kid's swing are intact. They look like they wouldn't support a feather, but maybe Zexion's lighter than a feather; he's small and skinny enough to weigh as much.

 

Then what the hell does Demyx do? He follows. It's like he forgot all about me and whatever I would decide we'd do and he goes and sits in the swing next to Zexion, looking at him before starting to swing some. What pussies. Having no other choice unless I wanted to be alone and emo like a certain other faggot, I went and took the swing on the other side of Demyx.

 

“At least it's not raining. It's supposed to rain this weekend right?” Frowning I looked at the sky as I leaned back in the swing, still holding onto the rusty chains holding the board up.

 

“Yeah. Doesn't look like it will does it?”

 

“I think it will rain,” Zexion said. What an awkward moment, but Demyx was nice enough to try and break the silence.

 

“Hey, I'm not hungry now since we ate not that long ago, but what about frozen yogurt in a little bit? That would be good, wouldn't it?” he said eagerly, all excited like a little puppy as he swung. I couldn't help but smirk though.

 

“Yeah, sure we can, but I don't have a lotta cash on me. I have enough, but it's gotta last me until Monday.” For some reason this made the kid giggle. Not laugh, giggle. He was weird like that.

 

“What did you plan on doing tonight and tomorrow? I mean, before the party Xigbar invited you to?” I snorted. I had plenty of things I could spend my money on, especially over the weekend.

 

“Buy a stripper,” I smirked, and though it made Demyx blush, he still giggled.

 

Thinking about it, I wouldn't have minded a good lap dance and have a good weekend, but Xigbar's parties weren't as open and wild as most high school or frat parties. Sure he invited good friends and hot babes, and flirting went on, but the stories wouldn't be that impressive. There was no banging in the parent's bedroom, no dancing that involved the taking off of clothing. Compared to most other night parties, it was relatively mild, but it was still fun. You could still score a date or two, and even kisses. Thinking about it as I swung, my hair billowed by my face every time I came back, then pulled out of the way just as quickly as the overhanging tree rushed to meet me. Damn was I was bored.

 

 

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So the rest of the damn afternoon was pretty much wasted. Eventually we did go out and got some frozen treats. And the emo kid didn't seem to know what to do either! What the fuck are you supposed to do with a frozen yogurt other than eat it? So this is what happened. We were on the picnic table not far from my ride, right, and this was after Demyx convinced Zexion to get something to eat, especially because the emo kid wasn't paying for it. So then he had it and he was eating it all slow like he had no idea what it was or anything. Apparently he'd never had frozen yogurt before, but I see why that's a damn excuse for being all weird and shit like that, but this is Zexion we're talking about. Well, we made it back to Demyx's house and we chilled for awhile, talking, watching TV and all that. We brought up last night again and made did that pale fucker blush brighter than a sunburn! Poor guy. He was probably still a virgin or something. I wouldn't doubt it.

 

“When's your fine-assed sister getting home?” I asked with a sigh, turing off the television. We hadn't really watched whatever was on anyway.

 

“Umm…. Tomorrow afternoon, like late afternoon?” Demyx said uncertainly, looking around as if it helped him collect his thoughts.

 

“Tch.” What a waste. I was here, but there wasn't a hot chick in sight. Oh well, maybe tonight. This was gonna be a bitchin' night, but I still had to wait forever until then. I'd get something to eat somewhere or somehow and then get ready and go! But that didn't take very long either, dammit, so I had hours longer to kill. I could always go joy riding.

 

“Well hey, Demyx, you have stuff to finish before your mom gets home tomorrow right?” I said. To tell you the truth, I was just bored of being in the house and having nothing to do. That was the bad thing about anyone's house though: there was never anything to fucking do.

 

“Yeah. The house is pretty clean, but I haven't gotten to vacuum yet.” That meant that unless we sat on the table or counter—which I've done before while Demyx cleans—that we'd do better to get the hell out.

 

“Okay, I can take a hint,” I joked, grinning wide. “What about you, emo kid? Are you staying or what?” Zexion didn't really appreciate the nickname I'd chosen for him, but he seemed resigned to his fate too. He looked between me and blondie before responding.

 

“I can leave….” He trailed off like he was gonna say something but either didn't know how or didn't think he should, then looked at us like nothing had just happened.

 

“Oookay.” I turned to Demyx clapping his hand in our handshake. “Thanks man. Tell your sister to call me. She has my number.” Demyx looked half sheepish, half about to laugh.

 

“Well, she did, but I think she burned it,” he nearly giggled. Damn. What a firecracker.

 

“Oh, a fiery one huh? I think I like her even more now,” I grinned. Turning to Zexion, I looked his shorter stature over a minute before offering him a smirk.

 

“Hey, thanks for the math stuff too.” I offered a hand for him, but he only looked at the fist, confused. He had to be fucking kidding me. Letting it go, I just shrugged, passing Demyx and ruffling his hair like crazy because I knew he hated when I did that. Chuckling while the sounds of his damn complaining were lost on me, I headed back outside.

 

I was just about to get into my car—no, I was already half way in my car when Zexion comes running out. I thought maybe he'd say something, but he didn't, so I got in.

 

“Hey,” he finally said, holding open my door like he was about to personally close it or else get in my damn lap for a ride. What the hell?

 

“Uh, hey?”

 

“Can you… give me a lift?” I just looked, a little confused.

 

“Yeah I guess so. You don't have one?” Way to go, Captain Obvious. He just shook his head, wearing a pretty unreadable expression. “Well, get in.” The bastard was just standing there. Stuff already in the car, I headed out, hardly waiting for him to get settled before I pulled out, blaring my hair in my usual good bye to Demyx who waved from the side of the complex. Turning my music up once the commercials died, Zexion nearly had to shout to be heard before he finally turned <i>my</i> music down himself. That bitch had to be fucking crazy to think he could turn my damn music down.

 

“Turn here,” he said softly, and I completely missed it, too busy at my loss of music. Grumbling and growling, I nearly did a one eighty as I turned the wheel sharply, fish tailing the end and burning rubber.

 

Zexion was jostled; he looked scared and I smirked, unsure whether I should chuckle or feel kind of bad. But I went on and made the damn turn this time. It was actually pretty easy getting there, just a couple turns, plenty of music, and only a few stops. He live way the hell in the middle of nowhere.

 

“Here,” he said, somehow registering over the bass of my song.

 

“Huh? Oh.” Pulling the car sharply up the curb, I didn't actually know which house he was referring to, but the I saw there was only one and… it was a dump.

 

“You live <i>here?</i>” I inquired, squinting my eyes and staring through his window. The emo looked from the house back to me, leaning forward. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me or something, I don't know why. But the damn thought just struck me. He was fiddling with the buckle though, and didn't say anything about it. Shrugging, deciding it didn't matter and I couldn't care either way, the guy silently gathered his things and carefully closed the door. Turning around, half in the field on the other side of the road, I took off, Zexion still standing there. He looked kinda…. Forlorn, I guess? But I didn't look long; I had other things to do. When I checked the rear view though, he had long passed the dump of a house. Shit if he wanted to walk, why bother asking me for a drive? I hit the gas a little harder.

 

 

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I had just arrived at the party. It was pretty uneventful up until then, and even when I got there it was just getting started. So the first forty minutes or so was just waiting for people to arrive, do some light drinking and listen to the music Xigbar had. Xiggy's place was like a small world wrapped up in one little package, and even though it wasn't crazy wild, it was still a lot of fun. His buddy was there, Luxord, and once his cheap card tricks caught a few eyes, he was damn quick to try and impress. What a bastard, but not all the ladies were that interested. He was, “just a tease.” Goatee and all. I was actually sorta surprised to see so many ladies there. It wasn't like it was packed, but we men were <i>definitely</i> outnumbered, but I wasn't complaining, no sir! There were some other guys I didn't know but it didn't matter; I was plenty comfortable enough. Things were just starting to get good now too, and you knew it when Xiggy turned on the lights. He had these colored lights and black lights and stuff hanging on the walls, so it wasn't exactly dark, but it was the way a party should be; besides the main room was the only one like that.

 

I was talking to some guy, eyeing this woman the whole time, when she took notice and sauntered her pretty little ass over here giggling. She took a seat right between us, and hot damn I had to stop myself from getting a little too personal too fast. That was <i>not</i> the way to score points with a chick if you wanted to fuck her. At least most chicks were like that anyway. If they wanted to dance their asses into your lap, that was a different story, and shit if I'd stop them. But you had to play by their rules.

 

“Hello boys,” she greeted, as smooth as honey. Right before I could say anything, the guy I was talking to before greeted her and stole all the attention, putting it right on himself, the bastard. The girl looked at me and I offered a meek smile, but then she turned, obviously more enraptured by the bastard sharing the couch. Looking around for a couple more minutes and sipping my beer, I decided to at least try to strike up conversation or get in on it with the other two.

 

But I guess the lady wasn't interested in me, because she wound up interested in the other guy, considering they were eating each other's faces out. Trying to keep it cool like I didn't give a damn, I turned away to look around.

 

“Hey,” a sultry voice greeted me, and I turned to find a pair of attractive dark eyes watching me. A small smile graced the brunette's lips and she leaned forward, knowing my eyes would follow from her face down lower. She had a nicely shaped face, somewhat pout lips, and trailing down a slender neck-line….well she didn't have a lot to show, but she had a good handful by the looks of it.

 

“Looks like your friend's busy,” she said softly over the sound of the music, dark eyes flickering towards the two on the couch next to me. Smiling, I knew she was implying something, probably something lewd, so I stood and held out an arm to her, looking her up and down quite blatantly. Although she didn't join me at first, she kinda smirked and walked away, beckoning for me by looking over a narrow shoulder.

 

She had nice legs and a damn fine ass too, perfect for grabbing, and I'd be a fucking idiot to turn her down. The lady was small as I followed her to a more private corner, where she leaned against the wall, picking up a drink. Holding her arms around her, she smiled shyly, but I could see the fire in her eyes through the flashing lights. Standing comfortably close, I leaned against the wall too, arm propped up. The brunette had short hair too, never a bad thing, especially since long hair got in the way of fucking, but it looked damn nice, brushed back, pins in the hair, sorta looking elegant but still looking loose enough to have a good time. And I'd show her a damn good time.

 

“You looked lonely over there.” Slender fingers played over her beer, rubbing, practically fondling the glass, if I knew what fondling looked like. Offering a coy smile back, green eyes traveled up to meet her gaze. She was damn playful alright.

 

“You wouldn't mind my company would you?” she asked, tongue flicking out over plush lips.

 

She was seducing me and doing a damn good job of it. Taking a swig of my own beer, I chuckled, trying not to choke while playing it cool. The truth was, I was kinda nervous about her blowing me off. Was she gonna drag me down and then leave me ridiculed and feeling like a complete ass? Nah, she seemed too nice for that, even if she was just looking for a fling or something. Crossing her slender ankles, I would have been tempted to run a hand up a bare thigh to the short skirt she was wearing, a bit too modest to be a miniskirt, but it was damn close too. So I decided I'd wait until we knew each other a little better and were more comfortable instead.

 

“I'd rather be in your company than anyone else's,” I replied, smooth as silk, and what did she do? She giggled. She laughed at me. But that's what girls did, and she didn't look like she was more than about five years older than me. I just smiled like I was embarrassed by it and took another drink.

 

“What are you doing all by yourself? I'm surprised a wolf hasn't come and stolen you,” I teased, grinning playfully now and she looked a little flustered. She wasn't offended by it, was she?

 

“I haven't let them get close enough to steal me,” she replied curtly, but in a tone that kinda led you on like she still wanted to tease you but you had to be careful about what you said. A pink tongue lapped at the top her bottle before drinking, dark eyes narrowed suggestively and I'd be damned if this chick strung me along just to laugh and leave me. Just imagining her doing the things she was unconsciously suggesting was starting to make me horny, but not enough to act like a completely idiot. I still had control.

 

“You like it here?” I commented off-handedly, looking around before my gaze fell back on her. She wore a blouse you could see through in the black lights, but she had to have chosen here for that single reason, and of course it was rather obvious I was looking.

 

“I didn't come for nothing,” she replied smoothly, still smiling coyly and shifting so she was closer to me. I could smell the perfume or body spray on her, not overpowering, but evidently worn to appeal to and seduce men.

 

“This is nice,” I commented again, moving the conversation right along. My gaze was on her chest again, by my fingers followed the thin chain around her lovely neck to the pendant she wore, purposely caressing warm skin.

 

I bet she wore it for that purpose too.

 

“I'm glad you like it,” she nearly sighed, still teasing, and took my hand in hers, gentle fingers rubbing over the palm. I couldn't drink my beer now that it was in the hand propping me against the wall, so I shifted so I was standing right in front of her. Chugging the rest of my beer, which wasn't much anyway, I tossed the bottle aside and pressed closer, free to slip an arm around her narrow waist. She blushed, still teasing up one hell of a storm, licking her lips like she was ready for me to bang her right there. I was feeling pretty frisky by now, so I set aside her beer and ran a hand up her back beneath her thin blouse. She was slender and lean and folded into my arms without any protest. Then I was kissing her like there was no tomorrow, and let me tell you she was a damn hot kisser you could get hard on just by doing that. It was like she knew exactly how to react too, moaning girlishly when I bit her lip, tangling her hands in my hair and squeezing when I pressed against her pelvis, trying not to be too much like a rutting animal when all I wanted to do was fuck her senseless. I bet she was fucking amazing in bed too, but I didn't quite get that far.

 

She was clinging to me while I made it to her neck and every time I bit or sucked hard enough it made her melt in my arms. I was just making my way up to feeling her when I felt a tapping on my shoulder. At first I wasn't paying enough attention to give a damn, and then when I was sure someone had enough balls to interrupt me while I getting my groove on, I didn't bother looking until I was sure I had left a nice dark mark on her. At first I panicked, thinking maybe this fiery chick had a fucking boyfriend she forgot to tell me about, but when I glanced over my shoulder, as annoyed as I could possibly be, I found it was just Xemnas.

 

“What the fuck do you?” I growled. “Can't you see I'm busy?” I turned back apologetically to the girl I was with but she seemed dazed enough that she hadn't noticed. Her eyes were closed, thick lashes brushing her cheeks delicately, and she was breathing hard, panting, and dammit she so fucking wanted me. Feeling cheated, I wrapped my arms around her and looked back at Xemnas, the fruitcake.

 

“I thought I should talk to you,” Xemnas replied smoothly, his voice rather deep for a faggot. Flipping his hair over his shoulder, he smile was coy, orange eyes narrowed like he was thinking really hard or staring too observantly or something. It was kinda freaky.

 

“Yeah? And you think now is the best time?” I snapped, eyeing the darker guy predatorily. He wouldn't go after my woman, but he could, and was, ruining the whole thing.

 

“I figured better now that never.” Xemnas smirked. “Now is precisely the time I think I should cut in.” I growled, angry enough to spit at him, even though I didn't.

 

“Fuck off,” I snarled, holding the brunette a little closer, and what did the bastard do? Stay longer, staring at us both, particularly at the chick I was with, then just shrugged and wandered off. The bitch had to know something, and didn't want to say it, but I wasn't bothered enough to analyze it. I was more interested in picking up where I left off anyway.

 

“U-um, I shouldn't really be starting anything,” the girl said, blushing as I turned back to her. Don't fucking tell me she lost her nerve `cause that bastard Xemnas interrupted us….

 

“Hey, what's wrong now?” I asked, trying not to sound so angry and take it out on this chick. “We can go somewhere else. There are other places more private where assholes,” I threw a glare over my shoulder, “won't bother us.”

 

The girl just blushed again and offered an apologetic smile.

 

“Sorry, but I really shouldn't. I'm afraid I may be in trouble enough as it is,” she said, managing to step away and slip under my arm. Maybe there was one good reason to being short…

 

“Hey, what's this about?” I followed behind her, her beer forgotten as she wandered toward the front door. Did she have some kind of curfew or something? How old was this chick anyway? She <i>looked</i> old enough….

 

“Sorry, I just have somewhere else to be,” she excused, slipping out the door and nearly smashing my fingers as I followed her. She wasn't chickening out was she? The bitch….

 

“Hey!” I half growled as I grabbed her wrist. Now I wouldn't be a jerk and press myself on her if she really wanted to run away, but I wanted to know why I was being dumped and run away from. Turning and looking at me, I saw she was scared, and I wasn't expecting anything like that. Maybe a slap, but certainly not something like fear. Her gaze softened, and she was about to say something, when of course the big oaf Xigbar had to ruin the whole damn thing by opening the door and practically running into us.

 

“I wondered where ya were going. Something wrong missy?” he asked, offering a charming smile. Despite the fact that he looked scary as well, especially under the blanket of night time, but managed to pull of acting reassuring, and the babe I was with visibly relaxed and shook her head, kinda not wanting to make eye contact. Looking her over, all curious, I smiled.

 

“Hey, come on now. You're a pretty girl, come back inside and have another drink, enjoy yourself more,” Xigbar said, waving us in. “Come on! Axel's an idiot, but he's generally harmless.” He chuckled and winked, and I let it slide, but I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Anything for the ladies. Following behind the brunette, he made ourselves comfortable on the couch again, empty since I guess that one bastard and his bitch left. Arms on the back of the couch, I pretended like I wasn't doing some cheap lame-ass move like when you stretch and yawn to put your arm around a girl's shoulder. Nah, I was comfortable and everything was fine again.

 

The music was nice, people were getting wasted, and the night was still young.

 

“Hey, I don't mean to be like, rude or mean or anything, but I like your company. I mean, I can't make you stay and if you really want to go—”

 

“It's fine,” she interrupted softly, carefully crossing her legs. She didn't want to look at me, and it started to bug me, so I turned her face gently after a minute. She looked up so shyly with her big dark eyes, kinda blushing and looking so…. I don't know, vulnerable, and fragile, like she needed to be taken care of. Leaning back in, I slipped my arm around her and she snuggled closer, and then hot damn I was kissing her again. She ws such a good kisser that I couldn't help but groan, something like a whimper—maybe that was her. I wanted nothing more than to press her against the couch until I was fucking her because he was making me horny as hell the way she nibbled on my lips and clutched my shirt. But alas, my night was not to go smoothly. Fate fucking hated me tonight for some damn reason.

 

“Oh my, doesn't that look like fun,” Xemnas said as he sat down beside my girl. I gave a withering glare. There was no way he'd go for a chick, but even so I was feeling kinda possessive. She was interested in <i>me</i> not that prick.

 

“Tch, only if you're straight,” I sneered, looking for some kind of response from the brunette, but she just blushed and looked confused. “What the hell do you want, Xemnas?” I groaned, playing with the nape of the chick's neck. They liked that. Xemnas just smirked and laughed a little.

 

“Nothing. I don't really want anything, but I would like to…. Talk.” I rolled my eyes.

 

“If it's about the birds and the bees again I think I can live without it. I'm not two, geez.” The lady shifted like she was uncomfortable. Around Xemnas, I wouldn't blame her.

 

“Oh no, it's about the bees and the bees,” Xemnas said all casual-like, the bastard.

 

“You really know how to ruin the moment, don't you?!” I was this close to exploding. “Jesus Christ, Xemnas, good for you for being gay but don't spread it! You're the only one in the room that cares, okay?!” I sighed, exasperated. I wanted to be alone with this girl and it was just getting ruined and getting ruined, all the fucking time. Xemnas was such a turn off; I didn't think I wanted to even be with the poor bitch any longer. I didn't think she'd want to be with me anyway. Fucking asshole has to scare away every lady.

 

I shuddered to think that maybe the faggot was interested in me and that was why, but he had reassured me plenty of times that he wasn't all that keen on me or anything like that. About the only thing he was good for was getting beer.

 

“Are you so sure?” he grinned smarmily, drinking from his cup before standing and offering a hand to the chick I was with. What was he going to do, steal her? She cautiously took his hand, still confused. “A pleasure to meet you… my dear.” He only held her hand a brief moment, but it was really weird and awkward. Then he finally let go and winked at her and left us alone. I was kinda apprehensive; why would a faggot like Xemnas do something like that, unless he was just being a prick? Maybe something was suspicious… but no, I figured it was only like I said before, that he was hitting on me and wanted me to break up with anything and everything that wasn't his sorry ass.

 

“Sorry,” I apologized, feeling the need. “He's a jerk sometimes, but mostly harmless.” The chick beside me just smiled shyly.

 

“No, it's okay.” I cocked a brow, half astonished. Maybe I didn't want to get mixed in with this lady. Was she transsexual or something? She was petite but those knockers <i>had</i> to be real, even if they were just a handful.

 

After a minute of deciding the best way to start things up again, she laid a hand on my knee and gave a squeeze. Damn, just that act alone could drive a man wild, and I was about to comment when she stood up. Questioning her with a quizzical look, I wondered what was wrong, but she smiled reassuringly and bent over. I just wished her blouse was opened a little more so I could her tits peeking out, but I stared back into dark eyes instead.

 

“I'm just going to go now. I'm tired and these heels are hurting my feet,” she said, her voice so soft but you could somehow hear it over the music.

 

“I could rub them for you,” I offered. I wasn't really one to get that cuddly, but I could make a sacrifice for the better cause. Besides that, I liked feet and she happened to have damn nice feet—from what I could tell when my eyes strayed that far down. She blushed a little bit, a cute blush and I wanted to growl and steal her for a kiss and toss her on the couch and get back to it, but I didn't; she pulled away and I lost my chance. Dammit! Looking down at her feet like she was considering it, she just shook her head a bit.

 

“Thank you, but I'll be fine. I have a way to walk anyway, so it would just be better to soak them after that.” She flustered again, hand pausing at her mouth as though she was trying to hide what she said. Hello opportunity!

 

“Walk? You walked here?!” I asked incredulously. It kinda pissed me off to think a woman would have to walk very far to get anywhere, especially if she was a total babe, but generally I was pretty nice to any gal. Larxene was an exception though, but any idiot would avoid her if they wanted to keep their limbs. She had it out for the school's pretty boy, Marluxia…. But I digress.

 

“Yes,” she said shyly, hugging herself. She looked like she didn't belong.

 

“How far?” I inquired, half demanded because I figured I could ride her home, though I wanted to do it in the bedroom instead of the car, if you get my drift. I wouldn't tell her that though, or I'd be damned.

 

“Ummm…..” she thought, looking up and exposing that pretty, slender neck of hers, marked nice and neat from yours truly. Grinning wolfishly, I wanted to give her another, maybe a matching one. I certainly hoped I had the chance, but smacked the foolish grin off my face before she could give me a weird look. The girl half shrugged.

 

“Maybe five miles?” Her voice trailed then she nodded. “That sounds right.” I gaped. Five fucking miles of walking to get to a damn party? Holy shit… but for that much walking she still looked damn good… and in heels too?!

 

“Damn,” I commented, both impressed and even more pissed off. “I'll spare your tootsies if you ride with me.” My brows rose in question, eyes gleaming and just waiting for her to ask what was the catch? If she didn't ask now, then I'd be damned and willing to request my payment closer to her house. I wouldn't be a total dick and dump her in the middle of nowhere. She searched me with those doe eyes and finally nodded slightly.

 

“Okay.” I almost laughed.

 

“It's okay, I won't rape you or nothing.” Offering her a good natured grin I stood up, wrapping an arm around her thin waist. I'd never noticed how slender she was before. Giving her a peck on the cheek because chicks just love that sort of thing, I escorted her to the door.

 

In the car she gave me directions, and for her sake I kept the music down low. I couldn't help but glance at her and smile now and then. I wanted to say something, compliment her, but it sounded too fucking cheesy or some shit like that it just wasn't working, so I kept my mouth shut and drove on. It seemed like we were actually going a pretty good while, and I thought once or twice I knew the area, but it was dark and hard to tell.

 

“Here, you can let me out,” she said and put her hand on my arm to stop me. I eased on the brakes and came to a stop… in the middle of nowhere? God damn what kind of place was this? Shit, if she had been walking home this late at night she'd get stolen. Looking around to make sure I wasn't being kidded, I saw a faint gravel driveway, clouded with bushes and overhung with trees. Maybe she had a big lake house. There was a lake around here somewhere, I think.

 

“Sure it's okay going in there by yourself?” I asked, eying the woods. Forget rapists and chainsaw murderers, the woods looked creepy as hell enough to eat someone alive at this hour! Smiling reassuringly, she nodded warmly.

 

“I've walked up and down this path at all hours and I'm still okay.” She leaned in to kiss my cheek and lingered close. She smelled so damn good… what was it with women that could make shampoo and soap smell so fucking hot?

 

“Well, can I walk you to the door at least? I'd feel better…” Although I was worried for my own health too, I'd be gentile enough to at least offer. If she really insisted though, I'd be getting the fuck outta there. Looking at the walk again, I swore to myself: I couldn't drive because of the damn branches being so low, and because I probably wouldn't find my way back out in the car.

 

“She shook her head, looking away shyly and started to open her door. “No, it's okay, you don't have to.” Rolling my eyes and insisting, I left the parked lights on, scrambling out to help her from the car, then locked it.

 

Arm about her waist, I gave her a reassuring smile and proceed to take her through the creepy-ass forest, keeping up the bravest front I could manage. I wasn't a pussy, no, but it did give me the willies. I bet even if I went here in the light hours I'd be creeped out; it was just this sinister sort of air the whole thing had about it. My grip tightened around her protectively the farther in we went.

 

“It's okay, it's pretty safe here,” she said softly, a hand over the one I had on her narrow waist. Letting up, I still wasn't going to leave her entirely; what if she slipped or stumbled? It was hard enough to see, and we were walking kinda slow, but she was wearing fucking heels and it was black as a mother fucker too. At length I saw the outline of a building and I guessed we were coming to her house. It was in a clearing, the moon peeking down and shedding some light, but trees leered and jeered and glared down from the sides, reaching for the house just beyond the tips of their branches. The house was low and squat like a trailer without wheels and even if the dark I could tell it was falling apart, on the outside at least.

 

My eyes had adjusted and I could see the girl a little better, and it looked like she was reluctant to really go in.

 

“Here ya go. Everything okay?” I asked, my voice loud in the still of the night. Standing before the steps that led to the door, I let my hands settle on her waist, hoping I could get at least another kiss, or maybe a number or something. I knew where she lived so I suppose if I was really bored I could visit…

 

“Yeah it's fine. Thanks a lot.” Her voice was soft and shy and it made me want to step closer and bury a hand in her hair and promise everything was alright. I was about to at least ask for a name, but I felt cool slender fingers on my lips and when she didn't say anything I nibbled on them. Apparently she wanted me to hush, but I didn't know why… was someone around, lurking in the dark or maybe in the house? About to ask her what was wrong or else bite a finger for her attention, she drew away, and I was disappointed, but then she was kissing me and I was too wrapped up in her to keep my senses about me.

 

It probably should have been polite and sweet, maybe even romantic, but my dick got the best of me and by the time I was half aware of what the hell I was doing, I was groping her ass through her skirt, hugging her tight and my tongue was nearly down her throat. She groaned softly, like a whimper, so I knew she didn't like it, but she seemed too modest to get into things like that too quickly or heatedly, but maybe the woman was just one of those types. Licking my lips and hers, I slid my hands along her sides to settle on her waist again, not sure if I should apologize or not. She was a damn good kisser and something about her just made me want to jump all over. Smiling, more like a little smirk, I kissed the corner of her mouth, slow and tender like, the way women liked it. A lot of girls liked romantic guys, but a lot like the rougher more wild guys too; I tried to be both.

 

“Thanks again,” she said, and I could hear a hint of breathlessness in her voice before she gave another quite kiss and stepped out of my reach, turning up the steps to open the door of her house. Pausing in the doorway, she flashed a sweet smile before she was gone.

 

Standing there, licking my lips that still tasted like her, and beer, I stuffed my hands in my pocket. Hot damn! Staring at the doorway for a moment longer, I turned to head back, my head swimming with everything that had happened. Not even bothered by the trees, I headed back to my car to find it was still intact, and all the way home I couldn't wait to get in bed. It had been a pretty fun night, and even if I normally wouldn't have gone straight to home, I was looking forward to it; besides that I was horny and I really wanted to relieve myself. I'd be thinking about the brunette the rest of the weekend.