Author Notes: Ahoy there! Okay, pirate moment over. This is a new story from Me! dur. It's a little different in the way that Zexion's the musical one, and Demyx is all depressed. This story is hopefully going to be fairly longish. Not to long, but still. Hope you guys enjoy, and tell me what you think. -winkwink-

This was typed in an odd purple colour.

Dedication: To Seka-chan, cos I totally stuffed up her AkuRoku, which needs a lot of re-working, and therefore wont be posted for ages...

Summary: Zexion knows that Demyx is a danger to himself, but that doesn't mean he wants to watch him fall to pieces.

Pairings: Zemyx. Can I write anything else?

Suggested Listening : For once, I haven't got anything for ya. The Reason, by Hoobastank is okay, but it's more for later chapters

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, any of it's stuff, or the Ansem Retort quote. All I own are the shnazzy brackets, and they might not even appear.

The Way You Fall

Chapter One

At First Sight

"Zexion?" The receptionist looked up from the card she was holding to check if I was there. She smiled as I walked towards the desk.

"The principal will see you now honey."

I seethed at the term of affection, but said nothing. Hopefully this would all be over soon and I could go back to class and take notes. I liked taking notes. With a generous eye roll, I knocked on Xemnas's door and walked in. He was often known as Mansex, not that it was much of an insult; half the school was gay and the other half didn't mind. Xemnas was sitting at his desk, as always. Standing beside him was Mr Durlo, the guidance counsellor.

"Ah, Mr Sase, thank you for your help in this matter." smirked Xemnas.

Help, what help?

"Mr Durlo will take it from here."

The blond man smiled at me, it was creepy.

"Hi Zexion, why don't we go for a walk?"

I shrugged.

"Yeah, whatever."

He smiled again and led me out of the office and down the corridor that led to the counsellor's room. We stopped just outside the door.

"I hear that they're threatening to have you expelled over that fighting incident."

This was news.

"And I know you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"No."

"Well, your grades are almost reason enough to let you stay, but we need to be sure that you aren't going to be a danger to the school population."

"And how exactly do I prove that?"

"I was getting there. We have a new student, he's not exactly in the best shape. We don't know the extent of what he's done, but we know he's depressed and a danger to himself. He needs someone who can befriend him, look after him, make sure he doesn't hurt himself. That's where you come in. All you have to do is look after this kid for the remainder of the year, and the slate will be wiped clean. What do you say?"

It was a decent proposition. What did I have to lose by accepting?

"Yeah, sure. When do I meet this kid?"

"Now." said Mr Durlo, opening the door to his office and ushering me in.

I froze. Sitting in one of the chairs was the most beautiful boy in the fucking world.

He was scarily thin, there were huge bags under his eyes and he was deathly pale, yet he was still bloody gorgeous.

"Zexion, this is Demyx Noua, Demyx, this is Zexion Sase."

Demyx just stared at me.

"Uh, hi." I said nervously. Mr Durlo looked like he was about to say something important, but the bell rang.

"School's out. I'll see you two first thing tomorrow."

The next morning, I skidded into the guidance room, three minutes before 'first thing'. Demyx was already there.

"Hi." was all I could manage. He was wearing dark baggy jeans, and a black hoody that looked huge on his thin frame. He raised his eyebrows at me and threw a glance my way before resuming his intense wall staring. Mr Durlo walked in just after that. Interrupting my study of Demyx's mullet/mohawk thing.

"Zexion, Demyx is in all of your classes, just take him around, help him with everything, and the two of you report back here after school. I'd appreciate it if neither of you got into trouble, but if you do, give the teacher this." he handed me a slip of paper with a message on it:

Send these two little buggers to

my room and I'll deal with them.

-Durlo

I chucked the note in my pocket and picked up my bag.

"C'mon."

Demyx grabbed at the strap of a battered grey satchel. I started towards my first class.

"What've we got first?"

"Uh, maths."

"Oh. Right." his voice was layered, as though there was some secret meaning to his words that only he knew.

I navigated my way through the corridors, nodding to the people I knew, and accepting the weird stares. Maths was, typically, on the other side of the school. Fun. By the time we reached the class room, we were late.

"Sorry Ms Gainsborough, we were talking to Mr Durlo."

"Thank you Zexion, take your seats and get out your note books."

I slid into a seat near the back, and Demyx sat next to me, watching with amusement as I pulled out a notes book, ruler, pencil, three differently coloured pens and two highlighters.

"What?" I asked, bemused. He just shook his head and pulled a book from his bag. Ms Gainsborough started writing on the board, and I ruled up my page, put the date down, titled my work and began to colour code my writing according to it's importance. Next to me, Demyx was simply scribbling down the work as one long paragraph. This day was going to be interesting.

Demyx said very little, answering questions when he had to, and offering nothing. The only time he ever asked anything was at the beginning of the day. Break, English and science passed without much happening. At lunch, I walked over to my group.

"Demyx, this is Riku, Sora, Axel, Marluxia, Larxene, Xigbar, Kairi, Roxas and Naminé. Riku, Sora, Axel, Marluxia, Larxene, Xigbar, Kairi, Roxas and Naminé, this is Demyx." I rolled off.

After the introductions, we all pulled out our lunches and proceeded to eat. Well, nearly all of us. Demyx didn't eat or drink anything. I put it down to nerves. As time went by, I noticed a lot of looks going around. Now, some of us my be known as 'the place where intelligence goes to die', but we can all communicate through glances and glares pretty easily. They were planning something. Just before the bell rang, Axel and Sora practically kidnapped Demyx, and Roxas and Naminé rounded on me.

"What's the deal with him?" asked Roxas in a tone half-way between confusion and growling.

"All I know is that he's depressed and 'a danger to himself'."

"You need to watch him." hissed Roxas, "I don't trust him."

"Who died and made you king?" I spat back protectively, though I don't know why his accusations were so such a big deal to me. Roxas opened his mouth to fight back, but Naminé shushed him.

"You do need to watch him Zexion. We're not worried about what he'd do to you. We're worried about what he could do to himself."

"What do you mean?" I was curious now, nervous too.

"I'm guessing that there's something really not right." she said sadly. "Watch him, Zexion. Find out what you can and try to help him." Then she grabbed Roxas by the arm and dragged him off. I stood there, pondering, until Demyx walked over. He just stood there, waiting, 'til I shook myself and made for our next class. Music.

I was smart and hard-working, so I found most of my classes easy or interesting. My favourite class however, had to be music. I'd been playing piano since I was four. I loved the instrument. When we reached the band room, I pulled out a music folder, then dumped my bag in the corner. I made for the baby grand that stood on the little stage thing. I played happily throughout the first half of the class, then moved away to let someone else have a turn. I cast about for Demyx, and found him slumped over in the corner, staring at the floor. I walked over and sat down beside him.

"So, can you play anything?"

He didn't answer. I took it as a no.

"Well, you have to take something for this class, so what are you going to choose?" I looked at his long fingers "Piano maybe? Or a string instrument of some sort? I bet you'd be good at tha-"

"Shut the fuck up."

"What? I was only suggesting some instruments I thought you might be good a-"

"Shut. The fuck. Up." his voice never wavered from being cold and still.

"I don-"

"I'm not going to take an instrument, okay? Get over it."

His stone cold exterior seemed to be cracking some, and that wasn't something I wanted to see. All I knew of him was that exterior, and that cracking would be like him falling apart. So I dropped the subject, but I noted it down in my mind, just like Naminé had told me to.

Our next class was art. I'd stopped bothering with small talk hours ago, but Roxas, Naminé, Kairi and Marluxia didn't know what a lost cause it was. So as we sat down in the room that always smelled slightly of paint, they began yabbering to him. The teacher wasn't there, so we were allowed to do what ever we wanted, as long as it was art related. Demyx just sat there with his sketch book open in front of him, not drawing anything.

"So Dem, any good at art?" asked Kairi

"Can't draw." he replied quietly, his voice softer towards her then it had ever been with me. Little bugger. I thought angrily, vowing to for rest of the lesson.

Our lessons finished, and Demyx and I walked over to see Mr Durlo.

"No trouble?"

"No."

"Okay then, you're free to go. I'll see you here tomorrow morning." He practically shoved us from the room, Demyx gave a half wave and started to walk off. I watched him go, feeling surprisingly worried. I couldn't get what Naminé had said about a murky past out of my head. I wanted to know where he lived, and somehow, I didn't think he'd tell me. He was just about out of sight, and if I was going to follow him, I'd have to leave right then. Which I did.

I walked behind him, close enough to see him, but not so close that he'd notice. At first I was un-surprised by where he was going. Everyone had to go down the hill to get away from school, and a lot of people turned right after that. After about half an hour however, I was a little confused. Did he mean to go home in such a twisty round-a-bout manner? Did he always take this many detours? I was starting to think he was lost. But was he new to the town, or just to the school? I'd never seen him before, but that didn't mean much. I didn't get out all that often. Maybe he just didn't want to go home. That would make sense if Naminé was right. I looked up at the poor boy in front of me. Or, at least I tried to. He was gone.

"How long were you planning on following me?"

I spun around. Demyx was leaning against a fence, just behind me.

"I-I wasn't following you!" I said.

"Yeah, you were. You wanted to see what my house is like, discover what's really going on in my life. Well, I don't need or want you to. Now go home or else."

It was the most I'd heard him say. And I really didn't want that 'or else' to even be thought of. So, with a resigned sigh, I turned around and began to walk home, throwing a wave over my shoulder.

End Notes: Lawl, Durlo (Luxord) the guidance counsellor, I just couldn't resist. I would love to say that the next chapter will be longer, but it quite probably wont be.

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