Teacher's Pet

Zemyx

Sunday

"YOU'RE FIRED!"

Zexion shrunk back into the chair. He taught an adult literature class at a community collage. His boss, a stout man with a rotund belly, grabbed Zexion by his white collared shirt. "Listen to me you little son of a bitch, I asked you to teach the class my way. But apparently, you have a mind of your own. I don't want to see your face on this campus ever again! DO YOU HEAR ME!"

Zexion nodded. Tears tracked down his cheeks. His whole life counted on that stupid job. It had been taken away from him in the blink of an eye.

"Get your damn bitch-face out of my sight. I don't give a damn if your crying. Go home and cry to your mommy."

Zexion struck. He struck again and again. With each strike, more blood trickled down the corners of his mouth. Soon, the man sitting at the desk was rendered unconscious. Zexion placed a sharp ballpoint pen to the man's neck.

With a sharp jab, Zexion pierced the pen into the man's neck.

Monday

Demyx Akiri sat at his kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal. The door opened with a bang to reveal a seething pink haired man. "DEMYX!"

Demyx sighed, "Morning to you to, Marly."

Marluxia sighed, and plopped down in the chair across from Demyx. "I'm so pissed off right now."

"Why?" Demyx asked in a honey-sweet voice.

Marluxia smashed his head on the tabletop. "My mother…"

Demyx giggled into his wrist. "Is this another 'Mother thought I was a girl, therefore she painted my nursery pink when I was a baby' ordeals?"

Marluxia jumped from the chair and slammed his palms on the table. "IT'S HER FAULT PEOPLE THINK I'M A FLOWER CHILD!" Marluxia sat down and coughed. "Worse actually. She's playing matchmaker, with men! Maybe I should tell her about Larxene…"

Demyx laughed. "Your mother will faint. She loves the idea of a lesbian son."

Marluxia's smirk was wiped from his lips. "HEY! I'M MALE THANKS!"

The door opened once more to reveal Demyx's former roommate, Roxas. It was unusual to see the blonde away from Axel. "Marly's a GUY?!?" Roxas smirked. Marluxia looked ready to kill.

Restraining Marly from killing his ex-roomate, Demyx asked, "Why are you here Roxas? Where's Axel?"

Roxas's face fell. "He and Reno are fighting AGAIN. And it's over the stupidest thing…"

"What would that be?" Demyx asked, releasing the murderous man from his grasp, and pushing him down into a chair.

"Axel got some tattoos on his cheeks, and Reno is just being an older brother and yelling at him for making a bad decision." He strode to the beat up coffee machine and poured himself a mug of the scalding liquid. "But it's pointless! How the hell can he get rid of them anyway? Those babies are not coming off."

Demyx nodded, and looked at his watch. "Shit. I'm gonna be so late. Principal Xemnas said if I'm late one more day, he'll fire me."

Marly placed a comforting hand on Demyx's shoulder. "But you're so good with the class. He couldn't possibly find a better replacement! That one guy that works with you needs to be fired. Not you."

"Who? Vexen? I agree. He's too bitchy to work with little kids."

"Tell ya what," Marluxia said. "If you promise to make it up to me, I'll take you to work on my motorcycle."

"Yeah! I'll make it up to you!" Demyx said, grabbing his jacket and pulling Marluxia out the door.

Demyx stumbled into the empty classroom and flicked on the light. Or, he thought it was empty…

"Mr. Akiri, do you realize you're late again?" the assistant principal, Saix said, sitting at the miniscule table. He looked almost awkward sitting there. "But don't worry. I'm not gonna count it against you. I don't want to see you get fired."

Demyx breathed a sigh of relif, but asked, "Then, why are you here?"

Saix sighed, "Vexen was promoted to high school chemistry. We thought he would do better there than with young children. So after a tedious search, we managed to find him a replacement. He seems a bit shady, but he has teaching experience, and needed a new job. He'll be here tomorrow. Can you handle the class by yourself today?"

Demyx nodded. "No sweat."

"Where's Mr. Vexen?" Kairi asked.

Demyx looked at the young redhead and replied, "He's moved up to the big kids school."

Sora, a bouncy brunette, wiggled his hand in the air. "Mr. Demyx? Who's gonna take us to the nurse when we're hurt? Who's gonna take us to lunch? Who's gonna yell at us when we do something not nice?"

Demyx interlocked his fingers and said, "Today, I'll do that, but tomorrow, you'll have a new teacher to do that!"

The students whispered to one another, and Riku asked, "But Mr. Demyx, you aren't mean enough to yell at us! I've never heard you say one mean thing to anyone."

Demyx laughed. Not just because he was amused by the sliver-haired boy's statement, but because he had sure said mean things all day to his friends, preferably calling Marluxia a lesbian, and saying Vexen was bitchy. Not exactly childhood innocence. "Well Riku, there's a few things you will learn about adults. One thing is that they're good at hiding all the mean stuff they say to other adults around children. Don't go telling your mothers I told you that. They might not be too pleased. But that doesn't mean they are mean! It's something you'll learn when you're old… preferably high school."

That night, Demyx went with a few friends to a bar. He had promised to be the designated driver, because he would rather not show up to class smashed for the new assistant. He ordered a coke, and was sipping it when someone caught his eye. He was young, not much older than twenty-one. He wore black jeans and a white-buttoned shirt. His short indigo hair flopped over his eye in a cross between emo and sexy. A few minutes later, Axel punched Demyx in the arm. "What the hell are you drooling over?" he asked.

"N-Nothing," Demyx stammered. Axel raised a thin eyebrow.

"HEY DUDES! GESH WHAT!" Xigbar yelled, drunkenly. He dangled an arm on Demyx's shoulder, and collapsed.

"Xigbar, you're too drunk to realize where the hell you are," Demyx said, helping the man back in a normal position. "I think you've had enough fun Xigbar. Let's just go find Marly."

"Jesus Christ! What did they put in his drink? Fat pills?" Axel said, pulling the older man onto his shoulder.

They found Marly and his girlfriend, Larxene, kissing on the sofa. "Come on Marls," Demyx groaned, "It's time we get Xigbar home."

Marluxia gave Larxene another kiss, and joined the group leaving the bar. Axel looked for his blonde boyfriend in the crowd and plucked him by the back of his shirt. "Come on Roxy! We're going home!"

Roxas pouted, but followed the group out the doors. Demyx wondered, "Who was that mystery man?"

DAY 1

Tuesday

Demyx woke the next morning and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. Today was the day he would meet the new guy. Would he be nice? Funny? Smart? Good with kids? Or would he be a drag like Vexen? As much as he wanted to think about the new day, he wanted to think about the man he saw before. He crowded his thoughts. That hair, that young body…

Demyx crawled out of bed, and threw on jeans and a blue t-shirt. He wasn't like the other teachers. They wore dress pants and fancy shirts. Then again, he was much younger and you couldn't exactly dress too nice around kindergarteners. They were a messy bunch, and they loved to stick anything that had glue on it to him. He returned from break one day to find Vexen coated with smiley faces with dirty blonde mullets. Vexen walked around all day with an overdose of glue on his pants. He was going to miss laughing at Vexen when he was made fun of by the class.

With one more look at his reflection, he headed downstairs to eat his breakfast.

Zexion combed his hair with his fingers. He wasn't too sure about being a teacher in a kindergarten class, but anything was better than being broke. But at the same time, the memory of the murder he had committed haunted him. What if he killed Principal Xemnas, the teacher he would be working with, or even one of the kids. He almost panicked, but remembered Xemnas wasn't too bad on the phone, and he couldn't bring himself to hurt a child. But the teacher? No, he refused to think that he might do that. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a button up shirt and put them on. "Here goes nothing…"

Zexion walked to the crowding school building, and entered the office. A pleasant looking receptionist named Tifa smiled and gave him a paper with the name of the classroom, and ushered the woman behind me forward. I glanced at the paper. It read:

Mr. Demyx Akiri

Kindergarten

A-9

Zexion found the A hall, and looked for Room 9.

6…7…8…

Zexion stopped at Room 9, and opened the door. There were five small tables with four chairs at each table. Each place had a nametag. In one corner of the room, there was a large desk, a rolling chair, and the most beautiful ass Zexion had ever seen. Demyx was getting a box from the ground. Zexion covered his nose with his hand. His shirt rose just a couple inches to reveal the light skin of his back. Zexion moved forward, wanting to just touch the man's skin, he was inches away, when the man rose, whacking Zexion in the nose.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, grabbing a tissue from the box and putting it on Zexion's nose. "Here, I'll take you to the nurse."

The nurse, a woman named Aerith, cleaned up Zexion's nose and put a bandage on it. She smiled warmly and said, "There you go! You can take the bandaid off around lunch break, ok?"

"Alright," Zexion said, jumping off the table.

The two men walked down the hall, when he said, "I'm Demyx by the way."

"I know."

Demyx looked puzzled when it dawned on him that obviously, this man had been told his name. "So what's your's?"

"Zexion Hariku."

"Right…

Suddenly, it dawned on Demyx… Zexion was Mystery Boy. How was he going to be able to control himself! He bit his lip.

"You ok?"

"Y-yeah… just nervous."

"Why? I should be the nervous one?"

Demyx stammered, "I d-don't want the kids to hate you yanno?"

Zexion laughed. "I hope they don't hate me."

DAY 2

Wednesday

Zexion entered the classroom to find it totally empty. Zexion searched for that familiar ass, but it was not in the classroom.

"WHUMP!"

Zexion found himself not only lying on the ground, but also covered in coffee. Demyx squeaked and kneeled next to the indigo haired teacher. "Seems like I can't quite say hello the normal way…" He dabbed some Kleenex in a hopeless attempt to get the stain out of Zexion's white shirt, but it was no use. "I'm so sorry Zexion. Do you want me to drive you to my place? It's about 10 minutes from here. I can get you a clean shirt…"

Zexion smiled and nodded. "That would be nice. I don't want the kids to think I'm weird."

Demyx laughed. "You're a natural teacher Zexion. They love you! I'm always coming in with a shitload of stains on my shirt. Just not as big as yours."

Zexion blushed, and followed Demyx out the doors and onto the street. The two walked against the crowd heading to school. "So why did you decide to go from Adult Classes to Kindergarten? It must be a big change."

"It is. I'm not necessarily saying I like the kids, but at least no one comes in drunk, smoking, or trying to attack me. And these kids listen to me. They don't do anything that the adults would have."

"Zexion," Demyx asked putting a hand on his shoulder. "Have they ever attacked you?"

Zexion broke into cold sweat. His boss came into his mind. The corpse lying on the rug with a ballpoint in his neck. "N-no…" he said shakily.

Demyx realized something was not right. Zexion was quivering… possibly with fear. "I understand," Demyx said, "You don't want to talk about it. That's fine."

They stopped in front of a small crumbly apartment complex. Demyx pulled out his keys, and opened the door on the first floor. "Well, this is it." Demyx sighed. He led Zexion to a small bedroom with an unmade bed in the corner and bland walls that screamed "PAINT ME!!!". Demyx pulled out a t-shirt and said, "This is the smallest shirt I have, but I think it'll fit ok."

Zexion nodded curtly and began to unbutton the white shirt he wore. Demyx asked, "Why do you always wear a white shirt like that?"

Without looking up, Zexion said, "I like them. They look sophisticated."

"Why not change it up every once in a while?"

"I choose not to."

Demyx remembered the first day he saw Zexion. He had been sitting at the bar wearing an almost identical to the one he wore today and the day before. "It's got to get boring though…"

Zexion slipped out of the shirt to reveal his smooth pale skin. His stomach was flat, his arms in a way muscular, and his chest made Demyx want to touch it. Zexion pulled the shirt over his head and looked at the design. "How does it look?"

"Great! I might just have to give it to you!"

Zexion blushed, and hoped Demyx wouldn't notice. He felt bad for only caring about the way Demyx looked when he had a personality of gold. "Y-yeah. That would be nice."

DAY 3

Thursday

Every Thursday in Demyx's class was library day. Demyx would give the kids a few minutes to look at books on their own, and then he would bring the children around for storytime. Zexion had an hour-long break during this time, and he decided to spend it in the library looking at some of the reference books. He pulled down a heavy encyclopedia and flicked through it. Demyx's voice rang out, "Ok kids! We're going to have story time now!"

Zexion smiled to himself. He always loved when Demyx spoke to the kids in his sweet voice. But the way he spoke to Zexion, so carefree with words, made him melt inside. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and dropped the encyclopedia on his toe with a squeak. The man behind him laughed and replied, "Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. I just wanted to ask why you would spend your break in here?"

Zexion turned to look at the man. He might be short, but this man was extremely tall. He wore his brown hair short, sticking out in the back. Glasses balanced on the end of his nose. "I- I like books…" he said, in a whisper.

The man smiled and held out a large hand. "I'm Lexeaus, the librarian around here."

Zexion shook the hand and replied, "Zexion. I'm Demyx's assistant."

"Really?" Lexeaus said, pulling off his glasses and sticking them in his shirt pocket. "He's amazing with the kids." He picked up the book Zexion had dropped and looked at the cover. "These encyclopedias are a bit dated. If you want, I can get Yuffie to cover for me and we can go to the library at the campus downtown…"

"NO!" Zexion shouted. "I mean, I've been there. Nice place…"

Lexeaus laughed. "Then maybe just go down to the coffee shop a couple blocks from here. My treat."

"Sure." Zexion said. This man may be no Demyx, but he seemed like a good friend to have.

Lexeaus took a sip of his coffee and asked, "So what were you planning on looking up in the L's?"

Zexion nearly spit out his chai tea. He spluttered, "Nothing, nothing."

"Seems like something…"

Zexion coughed. "Well if you must know, I was looking up Love."

"Love?" Lexeaus laughed. "Who's the special woman?"

"There is none…"

"A man then?"

"Lexeaus…"

"Is it a certain mulleted kindergarten teacher?"

"Lexeaus!"

Lexeaus smiled. "Your secret's safe with me."

"THERE'S NO SECRET!" Zexion yelled, blushing.

"It's hard to believe with that blush."

"You are cruel Lexeaus… But a genius no doubt."

Lexeaus leaned back in his chair and said, "I know."

DAY 10

Thursday

Demyx observed Zexion's work. Day by day, he got better with the kids. And day by day, he became more attracted to the indigo haired man. He looked up from his papers and saw Zexion helping a girl named Namine draw a sun. She giggled, and gave Zexion a hug, which he accepted. Demyx stifled a laugh. Suddenly, the speaker sounded, and Saix's voice boomed, "Mr. Akiri, please come to the conference room."

Demyx was stunned at first, but obediently went to the office. In the chairs across from the conference room desk sat a couple. The woman had a neat blonde bun, and the man wore his red hair slicked back. They were dressed a bit nicely to be parents of a five year old. Saix whispered, "This is Mr. and Mrs. Myzanka. They had a pressing matter to speak to you about."

"Go ahead," Demyx said.

"First of all," Mrs. Myzanka said, "We want to know how Kairi is doing in class."

"She's doing great! She really loves music and story time."

"What about her more educational fields?"

"She seems to be learning the alphabet very well, and she can already count to 13, which is a little behind the other students, but I know she can catch up."

"How simple," Mr. Myzanka said. "Do you not teach higher education to these children? The alphabet and numbers seem too trivial."

"It's a kindergarten class Mr. Myzanka. What do you expect them to learn? Quantum Physics?" Demyx said, agitated.

"I'm saying your level of education is too low for our daughter."

"SHE'S FIVE YEARS OLD MR. MYZANKA! SHE NEEDS TO LEARN THE BASICS!" Demyx shouted.

"Are you this tempermental with the class?" Mrs. Myzanka asked coolly.

"They do not question their level of education for their age. If anything, they say it's too hard."

"I see," she said. "I would also like to inquire about your new assistant, Mr. Zexion, Kairi calls him."

"What about him?"

"I would like you to explain the reason Kairi came home yesterday and asked us if two males can fall in love."

Demyx sat stunned. "I don't know how she got the idea into her head."

"Have you displayed any affection for eachother?" Mr. Myzanka asked.

"Of course not!"

"We'll be submitting this to the board to look at. I suggest you not do anything relatively near addressing a relationship between you two."

"You do that." Demyx sneered. "You're dismissed."

Demyx exited the conference room and entered the teacher's lounge. He slumped against the sink and flushed his face with cool water. He heard the door creak open, and felt a hand on his shoulder. "They were just threatening you." Saix said softly. Demyx could feel the hot tears in his eyes. "I- I don't know what to say…"

Demyx returned to the classroom and said softly, "Kairi, can I see you in the hall for a moment?"

She timidly stood from her seat and slowly walked to Demyx. He put a hand on her shoulder and smiled, "You aren't in trouble."

Once the door had closed, Demyx kneeled down to Kairi's hight and said, "I saw your parents today. They asked about you."

Kairi began to cry. "I- I…"

"They wanted to know why you thought Mr. Zexion and I loved eachother…"

She wiped away her tears and gave a shaky smile. "Whenever he looks at you, his eyes look happy. He stares at you with that peaceful smile on his face. It's like a fairy tale with two princes!" She giggled.

Demyx pulled her into a hug and smiled. "I see, but I want you to know that it isn't something respected in the community, and I don't want you to be telling your parents that ok?"

"Why?"

"It's our little secret. Pinky promise you won't say anything to mom and dad?"

Kairi giggled. "Okee dokee! Pinky promise!"

DAY 12

Friday

Demyx sat at the table in the back of the room. The kids had left, and Zexion was about to head home. He wanted to say something so badly to him. The indigo haired man picked up a stack of papers, and was about to go out the door when Demyx called out, "Wait!"

Zexion turned to look at Demyx. He blushed. "I- I wanted to know if maybe you would like to hang out tonight?"

Zexion smiled. "When should I be at your place?"

Demyx began to sweat, he didn't expect Zexion to go through with it. "Nine," he heard himself say.

"I'll be there," Zexion replied. He closed the door, and Demyx danced around the room in joy. Little did he know, Zexion was on the other side dancing just like he was.

Demyx sat in his room in a state of nerves. He had gotten Zexion on the date, sure, but finding the right thing to wear, to say, and the right place to go would be harder. He heard the door slam open, and he turned to see Marluxia standing in his doorframe. "What's up bud?"

Demyx pulled his knees to his chest and whispered, "I'm such an idiot, I'm such an idiot…"

Marluxia sat beside the weeping man. "What's wrong Dem," he asked, placing a protective hand on Demyx's back.

"I'm totally screwed!" Demyx whined. "I asked Zexion out…"

"YOU DID!!!" Marly squealed, pulling Demyx into a bone-crushing hug. "Oh, I'm so proud Demy! When? Where? Please tell me you aren't gonna wear that getup."

"Marluxia…" Demyx whimpered, "I don't… I'm not… I have nothing to wear, I don't know where to take him, and I don't know what to talk to him about!"

Marluxia tapped his finger on his chin. Then he squealed, "I know! I can help you! It can be like Straight Eye for the Queer Guy!"

"You'd do that for me?!" Demyx squeaked. He jumped from his bed and pulled Marluxia into a big hug. "Teach me. Teach me everything I need to know!"

"First off, we'll start with your wardrobe. It needs the most attention." Marluxia said, pushing Demyx twords the closet. Marluxia grabbed some clothes, pushed Demyx into his bathroom and waited.

"Marly…" Demyx said shyly after a few minutes. "I- I…"

"Come on! Show me how good you look!"

Demyx stepped out of the bathroom. He wore a blue button-up shirt that was open to show the band t-shirt he wore. His jeans were loose, but held up by a silver belt. On his feet, he wore white sneakers with black laces. "Well, if Zexion doesn't think you're the sexiest man in the room, then I'm not Marluxia!" He looked at Demyx's hair and said, "I think your hair could use some work." He stuck out his hand and ruffled Demyx's mullet a bit. "Much better!" Marluxia said with a smile. "Now do you have somewhere to go in mind?"

It was Demyx's time to smirk. "I think I have just the place. Now get outa here before he shows up!"

"Fuck no! I don't want to miss this!" Marluxia pouted.

"Out," Demyx said, pushing Marluxia twords the door. "Out now. It's almost 9:00! Zexion is going to be here any time now!"

Before he could open the door, he heard a sharp knock. "Shit! He's here!" Demyx wheeled Marluxia around and pushed him into the closet.

"Demyx! It's too small!" he whined as Demyx shut the door. There was another knock on the door. More impatient this time.

Demyx raced to the door, and swung it open. There in the doorway stood the beautiful man wearing the familiar t-shirt he had given him a little less than two weeks ago. "So where are we going?" Zexion asked in his normal stoic voice.

"I have some ideas…"

"Demyx! Can I please look now?" Zexion whined. Demyx had his hands covering Zexion's eyes and was leading him.

"Just a few more steps," he said. "Alright, here we are."

He pulled his hands away from Zexion's eyes to reveal the playground they went to every day. Only, it was so different. There were no children, no noise, nothing. The swings swayed in the wind, and the sand in the sandbox swirled with the night's breeze. Demyx pulled Zexion into his arms and carried him to the swings, setting him on the rubber seat. He stood behind Zexion and gave him a light push, sending him swaying in the air. "DEMYX!" Zexion shrieked, flailing his legs in the air. "Let me down!"

"Aren't you having fun?" Demyx asked. He stopped pushing Zexion and helped him off. Zexion lay panting in Demyx's arms and laughed. "I guess it wasn't too bad…"

"It's just the beginning," Demyx said, leading Zexion to a tree. The trunk was thick and twisted, and its branches were knurled. The leaves formed a canopy from the light of the moon. They lay at the roots, Zexion's head resting on Demyx's stomach. "I want you Zexion. I love you…" Demyx placed his hands on Zexion's cheeks, and pulled his lips against his own. They lay against eachother connected by the lips. Zexion whispered against Demyx's lips, "I want you… to take me…"

Demyx kissed Zexion's nose and whispered, "Not here…" He lifted Zexion into his arms and carried him to the front of the school. They walked, hand in hand to Demyx's house.

When they were in the protection of Demyx's room, Demyx pinned the shorter man to his bed, kissing every inch of his newly exposed body.

Then, a thought rose to Zexion's head. "What if he breaks up with me? I might kill him! I don't want that to happen!"

Zexion pulled away, and said, "I can't do this… I- I don't want you to die…"

"What are you talking about Zexy?"

"I want you to know… I'm a murderer… I killed my old boss when he fired me. I can't be with you, even though I want to. I love you." Zexion slid off the bed and dressed, leaving the room.

"Zexion!" he shouted. "I'd never tell-" Demyx began to cry. "Why… why me?"

He heard a banging on his closet door. "Demyx! Let me out!"

Demyx slipped into his clothes and opened the door. Marluxia tumbled out, panting. "Well, on one note, I'm glad he left, because I think I'd rather pass on listening to you two have sex."

Demyx sat on his bed, his head in his hands. "I don't want him to go… he loves me… and I love him… I know he's protecting me, but I don't want him to leave me!"

Marluxia held Demyx in his arms, letting him cry. "You're not in this alone…"

DAY 16

Tuesday

Zexion sat at home, alone and sad. He didn't want to go to the school again. He couldn't bear to see Demyx. He planned to never see him again. He was about to write his letter of resignation, when he heard a knock on his door. "Who would bother coming out here in this storm?" he asked.

When Zexion opened the door, he came face to face with a soaking wet Lexeaus who was crouching down a bit. "Can I come in?" he asked quietly. Zexion nodded, and the tall man entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. "Zexion, I want to ask you a favor. You see… Demyx…"

"I don't want to hear it!" Zexion said sourly.

"You do," Lexeaus said. "You think about him all the time. You regret that you didn't get to be with him longer."

"I- I- I…"

"Save it," Lexeaus scoffed. "You don't think that it's effected you, but it has. He's been depressed ever since he came back from the weekend."

Zexion hung his head. "What can I do?"

"Demyx is still at the school, if you go now, you can still catch… Zexion?"

By the time Lexeaus looked up, Zexion was already out the door.

Rain-soaked, mud-splattered, and sore, Zexion rushed into the classroom. "Demyx…"

The lights were on, and the blonde man sat at his desk. Zexion cautiously stepped over to him and pulled a hand away from his tear-stained face. He leaned forward and kissed the tears away. "Zexion…" Demyx whispered.

"Just one more chance… that's all I want."

Demyx smiled. "I want you to come with me." He grasped Zexion's hand and led him outside into the rain. He pulled Zexion into a passionate kiss, the rain falling around them, dripping off their ears and noses.