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He looked down at the blue Popsicle, for some reason it perplexed him to no end. He was a scientific genius and with enough time and effort he could probably solve the mysteries of the universe. But here he stood sea-salt Popsicle in hand for some reason he had no idea how they did it. How did they make it salty and sweet at the same time?
He sat down on the stool and sighed. He looked down at the pile of Popsicle sticks and wrappers mounted on the floor next to his feet.
And the strange thing is, is that every time he ate one, he felt like a kid. Memories of a childhood long forgotten, him reading the dictionary, and the sea-salt ice cream being eaten away as he learned his first word…aardvark, after that the rest as they say was history. To go back to those times…He looked down at the Popsicle and brought it into his mouth, for now instead of looking for the answers of space and time he would be happy just thinking about the word aardvark, and what a wonderful word it is.
The room was filled with blaring music. His bed in the center of the back wall, decorated in all different colored blue silk and on his pillow Mr. Fluffers, the plush cocobo. His bed sat in the middle of the room, on top a transparent looking stage. The steps leading to the bed were also transparent, with a blue carpet that led from the front door, to the front of his bed. A water fall in the corner of the room, that dropped down into a small false river and lead all the way to the bathroom. His wall were colored in blue, making it seem like an underwater cave, the way the low light played off the walls. When you looked up into the ceiling it gave an appearance of looking up to the sky from underwater. Depending what time it was during the day the color of the room would change just as the sun changes the color of the sky. The room would turn a pinkish purple, just as the sun sets, and it would be the exact way you would see it under water.
He stood in front of the mirror, fixing his blond locks, for some reason today, it just wouldn't stay. He had washed it, put two scoops of gel, 1/3 of the bottle of muse and ¼ of the bottle of hairspray. That's all the perfect hairstyle needed, it was all brilliantly calculated math, but he was far from brilliant except when it came to his hair. He was an absolute genius, that and when it came to playing his Sitar that sat in it's stand near the bed.
But today was just not working out. His hair refused to cooperate with him. He even up the dosage on his hair care product which could be dangerous, if not done by a pro, and even though he was, he still treaded lightly. One flame near his head and it was all over for him and anybody within a one mile radius.
He hated when his hair was un styled. The hair in the back was longer then the hair in the front, but his front hair still managed to get into his eyes. He would have to push it back constantly, which kept his hand preoccupied and away from his Sitar.
We'll at least he looked good. Today was "Casual Friday" at least what he liked refer to it. Today, was like a day off or something, he wasn't sure what. He knew there was a meeting about it and everything, but the only thing he had actually heard was "Don't worry about your uniform tomorrow, you won't need them." Being new, he didn't know what the fuss was about, but decided it was a good thing none the less. Well he didn't mind them as much anymore, they just tend to grow on you. Today was the first day he would meet everyone. You would thin he was nervous, but his old self was use to being around people, and having no problem with meeting new ones, at least that's what he thought.
He was wearing nice fitted, faded blue jeans. He also wore a white three silver row pyramid belt. He on a nice fitted white polo the collar pulled up and a stripped black and white tie hanging loosely around his neck. A pair of kick ass boots and to top it all off, black fingerless glove in his right hand. Sticking out his tongue he took something out, grabbed a metal bar shoved it in. Looking into the mirror, he twisted the tongue ring so that you could real the tip perfectly, on the tip on the black ball, in white letters the words "Fuck you" could clearly be read. He would have looked better if his hair would have been up in it's usual mullet, but he still looked good.
He walked into the room and shut off the blaring music, and with one final look in the mirror he walked out.
"Is that a sweater vest?" He heard a voice from the dining hall practically yell. "I expected it from Vexen, but you?" He heard the person begin to laugh.
"Shut it, Axel." Another angry voice could be heard.
"No wonder Xenmas, forces us the ware uniforms, god knows what would happen if we picked out our own cloths." The first voice spoke again.
He pushed the door open a little just enough to peek in, but keep his presence unknown.
"If it where up to Saix, we would be wearing sweater vest." A larger man with blond hair stated with a chuckle. He was wearing black cargo pants and a white button up shirt. The first couple of button were left undone and it revealed a muscled chest with tattoo of a royal flush on the left side, a deck of playing cards in his hands.
"I actually happen to like what I'm wearing." This time a feminine sounding guy came into his line of sight. The guy hair was a pink color, and had a fitted light pink shirt like his hair color with flowers on it. His hands shoved in his black slacks.
"And Larxene, said you couldn't get any gayer." The voice of the person who he first heard spoke again, but he could not see the person from where he was peeking through.
"What was that?" The person who had been sitting directly in his line of sight had spoke, a book covering her face.
"Marquis de Sade" He read to himself. "Wonder what's that about?"
"Nothing, Axel's just being a flaming asshole, no pun intended." The feminine guy said glaring in someone's direction.
The women had finally put down her book and stood up. "I can never read in this damn place." She sighed. She wore a tight leather skirt that reached just below her knee. Black leather stilettos, and a black leather corseted that was laced in the front. She looked like she wasn't even breathing in the clothing, it was so tight. "I wish I could castrate every single one of you, maybe then you'll learn how to shut up." She grabbed her book and left through a door on the other side.
"That chick definitely has some issues to work out." Another man spoke up. He had dark hair with a ponytail, with weird sideburns. He had his hands shoved in his black leather jacket.
"Hey isn't there suppose to be a new kid or something?" A red head with short hair asked lifting up his head from the deck of cards he was just handed by the big blond dude. The red head had black jeans on and a red t shirt.
"Think so." The blond answered him making a disappointed look, at the cards he held in his hands.
"Hey, new kid? Can you move?" There was a laid back attitude to his voice. Turning quickly to the voice who spoke to him, he saw the man with dark long hair, and gray streaks in a ponytail, and a patch over his eye. He wore a black t with black flip flops and gray shorts with tropical flowers on them. He looked like he was planning on spending the day at the beach.
He quickly moved out of the way, and let the man pass. Turning back to look at the other person with him he smiled.
"Um, hey." The blond said sheepishly, at the boy staring at him. The boy had short silver hair, almost covering the right side of his face. He had on khaki shorts, with a gray shirt, and a jean jacket.
"So that's what I smelled." The silver haired boy said.
"Smelled?" The blond asked confused.
"Yes, I smelled a new nobody, so it's obviously you." The silver haired boy stated
"…Right…" The blond said still confused.
"I'm Zexion." He said walking by the blond.
"Demyx.' The blond answered.
"We'll are you going to stand there all day, or do you plan on coming in?" Zexion asked.
The blond just shrugged and followed him in.
"Axel, your not funny." The guy who had told Demyx to move was sitting and glaring at someone across the table.
Demyx looked over and saw the red and black spiked haired teen sitting with his feet crossed on the table and a smug look.
"What ever do you mean?" Axel asked sarcastically.
No one had noticed Demyx yet as he glanced to see what was it about the teen that bothered the man.
"Xigbar, you know Axel does it to piss you off." The silver hair boy stated, smirk also on his lips.
"But you have to admit it's funny." Demyx looked over to a longed blue haired man who sat on the end of the table. Scar on his face.
"Is that a sweater vest?" Zexion turned to asked, silver eyebrow raised in question.
"That's not the point." The blue haired man said annoyed.
"Axel that is childish." Another voice interrupted.
They all turned to look at the silver haired man who had walked in. He was wearing gray slacks, and a white shirt.
"But the shirt has a point." The silver haired man said moving over to the coffee pot.
Demyx leaned over to see the shirt.
"Oh by the way, this is number IX. His name is Demyx." The silver haired man stated waiting for the coffee to drip into his porcelain white cup.
Everyone turned to look at the blond who was in the middle of pushing his blond hair back. Everyone noticed the punk rock look he was sporting.
Demyx eyes first met the eyes of the teen named Axel. He was wearing blue jeans, and a black fitted tee that said.
"Every time you download music, Xigbar kills a kitten."