Prologue

Perfection: To be without flaws or defects.

Zexion's only flaw is that he's flawless.....does that count?

Well, regardless, in my book, Zexion was perfect. He was flawless in everyway. Every girl in the school would die for his acknowledgement. He was how you could tell if a girl was straight and a guy gay. Every (non-gay) guy aspired to be him and envied him. Hell some even went bi for him. His fangirls drooled and swooned from afar-no one went near the perfection which was Zexion. Why? Natural instinct. He wouldn't be as perfect if he hung out with normal people, would he?

Zexy, as his fans have taken to calling him, was a perfect A student. he simply did not get anything lower than a 100%. The only time he talked was if a teacher called on him and then (despite reading all period) he'd always get the answer right, making the girls swoon again and the guys turn green with envy. he was perfect, flawless.

"Dem? Hello? You there?" I blink out of my thoughts and back to reality upon Axel's efforts.

"Yeah, what?" I ask looking up at Axel, Larxene, and Marluxia surrounding my desk. Axel was grinning, Larxene was shaking her head in amusement, and Marluxia was merely smirking.

"What?" I ask again confused.

"Come on, it's lunch time," Marly says nodding towards the door. I stand up, gather my things, and follow my friends out of the room, letting my eyes fall on Zexion one last time as he stands swiftly and makes for the door. I feel my heart melt once again.

"Hurry up, Demy!" Larxene calls back from halfway down the hallway and I jog to catch up to them.

"Man, you're too obvious," Axel states as we sit at the table we always sit at.

"What'm I too obvious about?" I ask biting into my apple.

"Zexion," Larxene states bluntly, starting on her lunch as well as the other two.

"Well everyone either envies or lusts after him-some more visibly than others," I reply shrugging.

"And you lust?" Marluxia asks with an eyebrow cocked. I could feel my face turn red.

"No, I envy," I 'correct'; hopelessly. "How come it's always you three against me?" I ask with a pout.

"Cause you're an easy victim," Axel replies with a Cheshire cat grin.

"And you guys always speak in order," I point out thoughtfully.

"Do not," Larxene protests.

"'Course not," I reply, patronizingly, letting my eyes fall on Zexion.

A/N: ok, I already have some of this ficcy in a spiral. I was iffy on if it'd be a one-shot or a fic so if it feels rushed, just message me and I'll try and slow it down. I've got Demy's and Zexy's home lives and pasts figured out for the fic and Larx's, Axel's and Marly's don't really matter to the fic. Eh, but I don't like how I ended this Prologue

Hope you liked it (Because I'm having fun writing it)

~Evelynn