?Perfect? ~1 x 1 RP W/ Rosie~

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[align=center]"Made a wrong turn,

Once or twice..."[/align]

 

Everyone makes mistakes, even in their dreams. That's what life is. It's just a long path of events that make us stronger. But sometimes it backfires. Sometimes, there are those select few who can't handle life as it's thrown at them. Namine is one of those unfortunate souls. After the death of her mother, Namine was left with her (foster) father, Vexen. Unluckily for her, his short temper leads to abusive displays of action towards her. Namine's mother was always there to tell her she was beautiful, that she was fine just the way she was. But now that she's gone it seems the teasing at Twilight Town's public high school has gotten worse. She doesn't talk to any kids. To Namine, her life was and is the epitome of hell. Namine wants to end it. So she cuts herself.

 

[align=center]"...Bad decisions,

That's alright.

Welcome to my silly life..."[/align]

 

After getting caught by a girl by the name of Kairi in school, she is sent to a peer mediation center, privately, on campus. She attends a session every day during 2nd period with her "therapist"; Demyx. His job: to teach Namine the meaning of friends, and to tell her that she's perfect just the way she is. But along the way, maybe, just maybe, he'll fall in love.

 

This is a Demyx/Namine 1 x 1 RP between Rosie and I. There are no rules except only the two of us may post and post may not be any shorter than 5 sentences. I'll be playing the role of Namine, Vexen, flashback versions of her mother, Roxas, Riku, Zexion, ect. while Rosie will be playing as Demyx and any other roles she chooses or may need to be filled. I'll start off with the first post.

 

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The cool chill of the autumn air brought shivers down Namine's spine a she held herself tighter. Her light blue, pastel sweater did little to block out the brisk wind as she awaited the bus stop, except for maybe keeping in a barely usable amount of body heat. Her bookbag was slung delicately over her shoulder, resting against the hip of her petite frame. Namine had lovely looks, creamy skin, baby blue eyes, and elegantly curled blond hair. But as of recently, the creaminess of her skin was paler and her eyes a bit duller. She figured it may have had something to do with her failed attempt at suicide last week.

 

She tried cutting herself in the isolated girls bathroom across school but by chance, a pretty, and somewhat popular, girl by the name of Kairi had caught her and begged her to stop until a teacher came by. Professor Ansem was now making he attend therapy within school. The only good part, she was freed from gym. But the transportation stayed the same, since her father wouldn't drive her to school. She had to take the bus. And nothing, Namine decided, was worse than failing to end your life and then having to face the students at school who all knew what had been attempted.

[Rosie 3]

"The red light isn't a suggestion, ya know," Demyx called from the backseat, his shoulder bouncing hard against the car's interior as Axel took yet another crazy swerve. Before he started getting rides with the redhead, Dem had never truly appreciated just how many stomach-lurching turns there were en route to the school- in fact, every morning it was a challenge to hold onto his breakfast.

 

It beat walking- he lived way too many blocks away for that to be possible, even without counting the fact he was lugging his precious sitar (in its case, obviously) back and forth to school each day. But even so, he'd rather Axel didn't get arrested for reckless driving, and longed for the day he'd actually be able to pass his test and take the wheel. Even now, completely unqualified, he was sure he'd be less likely to kill them than Axel; and, best friends or not, a guy couldn't help but be a bit freaked when every morning felt like a brush with death.

 

As soon as the car screeched to a halt, lying diagonally across three parking spaces in the lot (Axel's favourite method of parking), Demyx flung the door open and jumped, carefully tugging his cased instrument out afterwards. Swinging the strap over his shoulder so that it rested against his back, he yawned, running a hand through the dirty blonde streaks of his hair. It stuck up rebelliously no matter what he did- his fault for cutting it himself, he guessed- but he kind of liked it like that. And, the best part? No one had questioned him on the mullet idea- they'd just assumed it was part of his weird music obsession and moved on.

 

See, Demyx dreamed-- no, Demyx was gonna be a rockstar. Someday, he'd get there, but for now, he considered just about everything as practise. Nothing really fazed him- bright and cheerful and bouncy as ever, he only stepped in when things got really serious... but he was good at calming people down. Even school had noticed that- after the incident with Axel, they'd treated him differently, like he was some awesome miracle worker.

 

And, at Professor Ansem's request, he was apparently now a therapist. The thought was nearly laughable- c'mon, he was practically still a kid, Senior or not, and he'd always imagined therapists as middle-aged women with way too much time on their hands. Still, he was good at talking to people, he guessed, and he could act enough of an idiot to charm pretty much everyone into a smile. It was part of the reason why he was met with so little resistance- no one screwed with a guy who could laugh everything off. And, even better- he got out of Math to do it.

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((Holy crap I just read a wall of text that should have been part of a novel ))

 

When Namine stepped onto the bus she found it difficult to do many things. For one instance, it was annoyingly silent when she stepped into the aisle to find a seat and it took everything she had to not run off the bus and down the street, past her house, and to a World unknown. Next, finding a seat was close to impossible as well. It was as if those empty two seaters were non existent from the 8th grade on...ridiculous. And if that wasn't the worst part, the stares and whispers that spread like wild fire across the ear of all residing on the bus certainly was.

 

As she walked past seats to the last one on the bus (people avoided it because of how bumpy it was back there) she over heard their pained whispers, the words seeping in like poison. A few were talking about the incident a week ago, other spreading rumors. Namine couldn't even imagine how they'd react if they found out hat happened at home when Vexen had his aquaintances over. Xigbar and Xaldib were always the worst to deal with.

 

The bus ride was slow from that point on, despite being the last one to get on. It still was a 15 minute drive to school after that. Sighing, she pressed her forehead to the cool glass of the window, ignoring the slight perspiration that came from her body. Namine wondered what her therapist would be like. She hope it wasn't a kid her age, that'd be horrible. But then again, it's not like someone older would be any better. And god forbid it was a guy. Then she would most definitely e in trouble. Namine could speak to men to save her life, especially because of what her dad had done to her. It would have been so much easier if she had succeeded.

[Rosie 3]

They were early, and, as expected, Axel was pissed about it. Maybe it was just that Demyx didn't understand- he'd never particularly relished the idea of being a juvenile delinquent, and didn't see the appeal of trying to get in trouble. Sure, back before he'd been able to get a ride, he'd missed the bus all the time and had been late constantly; but that was just because he was pretty lazy and couldn't be assed running for the stop each morning, not because he intentionally wanted to piss anyone off.

 

Then again, that laziness didn't keep him out of trouble any better than Axel's playing up did. He forgot to do homework assignments, a lot. Sometimes, he didn't show up at all. And he didn't exactly pay much attention when he was actually in class- but he got by. Sure, he might never get in college, but Professor Ansem had promised this... counselling, whatever it was, would count for him and might give him better chances.

 

The best thing about being lazy? Sooner or later, people stopped expecting much of him academically, which was just awesome. Teachers didn't push him for work, didn't give him detentions for being late- especially since he'd shown his strengths were more with people than with math equations or science investigations. And, for once, he was actually gonna be on time to homeroom- something that surprised even him. Maybe he could get some practise in before school started, for a change- playing in his breaks and lunchtimes was a bore once it all settled into a regular pattern. But today seemed alright- he just had to sleep through History first period, do the weird session thing, and then he had a guitar lesson. After all, he had to learn more than just the sitar- not many people appreciated it, and as much as he loved the sound... it wasn't rock 'n' roll enough.

 

Okay, maybe he should worry more about the second period... problem. It would've been nice for someone to help with out- but they'd just assumed he could deal with it, apparently. They'd barely even told him what had happened- the barest details, presumably since they reckoned he'd fiigure it out along the way.

 

((They're getting shorter, I promise! [/shot] I always post walls at the start of a 1x1, I don't know why. xDD))

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((Lol, it's okay. I like long posts like this, it helps keep the story alive in my opinion~))

 

By the time they reached school, Namine was old news for this morning until the next day. Everyone had something different, more important to talk about than a girl who wanted to kill herself. Big deal, a life is lost. That's apparently nothing compared to the big party Selphie is having or how cute Olette looks today. Interesting how death comes second to gossip. Namine hoped her counselor wasn't as cruel. Wait...no, she didn't. Maybe if they were and didn't care for her everyone would see she was a waste of space; an imperfect ink blotch on a flawless piece of paper known as life.

 

She was the last to get off the bus, having chosen a seat in the back, and blushed when she saw glances directed at her. People still stared, Freshmen, Juniors, even Seniors were looking at her. The weird girl, the ugly girl who slashed her wrists. The girl who couldn't draw, the girl who couldn't even talk to a boy she liked and had had a crush on since the 1st grade. It wasn't like Roxas would talk to her now though.

 

Dodging any looks, Namine was one of the firsts to enter the building, head hung low, hands held loosely at her sides. People moved to let her through and she barely apologized when she nearly smashed into a teen holding an instrument. If she was such an insignificant person, what would that person's "sorry" even mean to him? When she got tk her locker Namine really contemplated locking herself in it and suffocating. But surely someone would hear her choke. Once she got her things for 1st period she headed straight to the class, the bell already ringing. She was already late to Homeroom so why bother? Miss Aqua would be pleased to see her a bit early regardless. She was maybe the only nice Math teacher here...

[Rosie 3]

He'd been strolling out of homeroom- Demyx never rushed anywhere, he just ambled in whatever direction he was supposed to go until he reachedthe room, no matter how far away it was- when someone crashed into him, practically running from the opposite direction. He fumbled his grip on the sitar case's strap for a moment, but thankfully didn't drop it- instead turning around to stare, searching in the crowd for the person he'd walked into. All he'd seen was a brief glimpse of blonde hair, and he guessed it was a girl from how small they'd been... but the rush of people had already closed in again, hiding her. And, since he really wasnt that bothered, Demyx didn't bother to shout or cause a fuss over getting an apology- he bumped into kids in the hallway all the time, big deal. Most of them tended to duck out of his way now he was a senior, and the hallways always cleared for Axel, so, recently, it had been less likely. Still, he just carried on, wandering in the vague direction of History.

 

He was late. Of course; old habits definitely die hard. At least Professor Saix seemed used to it by now, only sighing and hissing a pretty snarky "Oh, good evening, Demyx" under his breath as he practically shoved the younger male at his seat. Demyx knew better than to complain about the push- Saix was actually pretty scary- and just cheerily greeted the teacher, flinging himself into his chair and pretending to be oblivious to the cutting side to the remark, and the teacher's glare. He shut up when he was told to, at least- he wasn't stupid enough to argue with a teacher; as a rule of thumb, he didn't really argue with anyone.

 

Daydreaming for pretty much the entire period, Demyx didn't even come back down to reality when the teacher was snapping his name- or even when the girl behind him delivered a sharp kick to his seat. Eventually, the professor just gave up, as all his teachers did- and everything was blissfully uninterrupted until the bell went, shrill and piercing right through his fantasy. Oops. He'd dreamed the period away again.

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When the bell rang, Namine sat in her seat for a few spare minutes, not entirely willing to leave yet. She had her session next, which wouldn't be fun at all. What was she even supposed to do? Answer questions? Sit there in silence? Or maybe she should just skip it all together. The last option was becoming quite tasty in her mind as it grew before Miss Aqua interrupted her thought by placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, voice clear and smooth.

 

"Namine? You're next class remember?" The blond looked up reluctantly and nodded, gathering her things and exiting into the barren hallway, already late for the session. She hated being late but she supposed that for this one time it wasn't such a bad thing. But she could only delay for so long and Namine found that the office shed be situated in was only 3 classrooms away. And empty at the moment. Great, just great. She wasn't even worth the counselor's time...

 

Exhaling heavily, Namine took a seat and pulled out her sketch pad, cringing at the site of her art. It was horrible, all of it. There was always a mistake and she could never fix it. Because she was the one who drew it. Her fingers were numb from how tightly she held the pencil and she couldn't bring herself to draw something, anything.

[Rosie 3]

...All Demyx knew was that he was seriously late now. First, he'd headed to Math on autopilot, and then after Axel stopped drooling over Miss Aqua long enough to remind him where he was supposed to be going, it was already quarter of an hour into the period. Supposedly, in order to avoid people talking about him again, Professor Ansem had totally failed to explain to Demyx's teacher that he was supposed to leave. Either that, or she was too worried about the fact Axel, who sat in front of him and for all purposes hid him from view, was flicking a zippo lighter awfully close to his own hair and was ogling her chest.

 

But when he did realise, Demyx threw himself to his feet, grabbing his sitar and his bag and trying to explain in hushed tones to Miss Aqua where he was supposed to be. She only smiled and quietly assured him he was free to go, but a few wolfwhistles- probably courtesy of Axel and other like-minded perverts- came up. Okay, Demyx wasn't blind, and he couldn't deny that their math teacher was kind of hot, younger than a lot of the other teachers and... er... endowed as she was. But he didn't know, he just didn't feel the whole teacher-lusting vibe. Besides, he was 99% sure she had something going on with Mr Terra, their gym teacher- and he could probably beat off any admirers in about two seconds flat.

 

He just shook the stray strands of hair out of his eyes and strolled out of the room, hoping he could guess the way. Passing by the door entirely at first, he had to double back on himself, eventually getting the right door and swinging it open in one somewhat overdramatic sweep of his arm. Demyx peered across the room for a moment, staring at the girl sat, cradling a sketchbook- she was younger than him, clearly, and paler, more fragile than he'd expected. Then again, he didn't know just what it was he'd been expecting. And she was pretty, he got that right away- not in a buxom, look-at-my-body Miss Aqua way, but a sort of... sweet, delicate way. She looked like if you so much as stared at her too hard, she'd break, shatter-

 

Even so, Demyx grinned in what he hoped was a reassuring way, waving with the hand not supporting his sitar.

 

"Uh, hey there."

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((I swear, you make the perfect Demyx~))

 

Namine had waited. And waited. And waited for a quarter of an hour for her therapist to show up. Sure 2nd period was the longest period they had but even still, it hurt to know she was being put of for so long. She could just picture some jock or cheerleader complaining about theydidnt want to be stuck with some Sophtmore runt. That was their problem she supposed but she hated being such a burden. At least, that's what she thought before her counselor entered the room. Her face paled. It was a guy. And an older guy no less.

 

His hair was chopped in a faux mullet, mohawk style and had a dirty blond with hints of brown color. Aqua eyes glinted apologetically, which was something new for Namine. His skin was fair, not to tan like most football players and other guys in the school, and he had some sort of instrument with him. And when he spoke she knew why. Even while talking there was an audible melodical lilt to his voice.

 

"Uh, hey there." Namine opened her mouth to speak but felt the blood flush to her cheeks. Not only was he a guy but he was attractive to. And he was stuck with her. Some back of the class, art major, freak. How wonderful...She probably looked like a slug compared to the girls he's been around.

 

"H...H-Hello." Namine said quietly, gripping her pencil tighter, blue eyes filled to the brim with insecurity. "I-I'm...Namine Clarke."

[Rosie 3]

Demyx couldn't help it, his smile widened when he noticed the blush staining her cheeks- it actually brought some colour into her pale face, made her a little less ghostly. He stepped further into the room, a bit of a saunter to his step, as she introduced herself; and, to his amusement, she looked just about ready to let the seat swallow her the entire time. Still, the look on her face- that godawful insecurity in her eyes- kept him from feeling too cheery. He held her gaze for just a moment, noticing the clear blue of her eyes, lighter than he was used to seeing around. They were very pale, like the rest of her, really, but they were still pretty- a gorgeous crystalline blue, untroubled water. Though they were far from untroubled, obviously. He could see that right off the bat.

 

"Nice to meet'ya, Namine. I'm Demyx DeCayce," he enthused, holding out the hand he'd waved with as he finally got across the room to her."And, hey, I'm super late, but I promise, I don't bite."

 

What the hell was he doing, trying to shake a girl's hand? He wasn't a businessman, for Christ sakes. Demyx didn't really know how else to go about greeting the adorable blonde in front of him, though- he could hardly just burst in and bring on the cheer-up brigade when she didnt have a clue who he was. It would probably have freaked her out if he had- woyld have freaked anybody out. Kicking himself, Dem nearly withdrew his hand, but didn't see much point in giving up, and so kept it as it was, trying to seem friendly and sympathetic at the same time.

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Namine blinked, looking at the hand hesitantly. Demyx...she recalled hearing the name before but she couldn't place where exactly. Placing her pencil down, Namine delicately shook Demyx's hand, her nimble fingers warmed instantly by his touch. His grasp wasnt overwhelmingly strong nor weak; just right.

 

"Hi Demyx..." She said softly, withdrawing he hand and looking down at the drawing pad in her lap. She didn't know what to say, she hadn't signed up for this willingly. She could only hope Demyx knew what he was doing and what he was in fir. That she was just a huge waste of time.

 

"Listen...I'm not...I'm sorry you have to skip clas for this. You could be doing something important, but..."She trailed off, her posture growing tense. Was it so hard to tell this teen to just forget about her?

[Rosie 3]

Demyx snorted. He couldn't help it, and it struck him right afterwards that she might think it was rude or gross, but by then it was way too late to take it back, and so he just explained himself the best he could.

 

"Important? It's math, I suck at it." Shrugging, he dropped into the seat beside her, dumping his bag and sitar on the floor nearby. And then, something weird happened to Demyx. For pretty much the first time, he wasn't so sure of what to say. If there was one thing he was good at, it was talking- usually about rubbish, but so long as his mouth was moving and words were coming out, it still counted, right? Total verbal diarrhea half the time, that was all it was. But at least he was never at a loss for words. Well, until now, at least.

 

He was just wary about how to actually go about all this- worried about looking like a pretentious jerk or, well, like a total idiot. Luckily, he was neither, no matter what some of his classmates said.

At least Demyx finally found something to say when he caught himself staring at Namine and quickly dropped his gaze to the sketchbook she was clutching.

 

"So, you... draw and stuff?" He asked, gently prodding the pad with a finger before pulling it away to twist a ring on his thumb as he spoke. "I wish I could, but I can't draw, like, at all. Not even straight lines and stuff."

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Namine clutched the sketchbook a bit closer to her body before she nodded slightly, her fingers tracing up to tug loosely at the edges of her blond hair.

 

"So...basically. This session is an excuse to get out of Miss Aqua's math?" She didn't mean for it to come out as accusing as she did and she immediately sunk into her seat deeper, face flushed like a tomato. That was so rude of her and she hadn't even intended on it. Morenof a reason she was a horrible person. "I-I'm sorry, I just...I meant it as in..." Giving up, Namine, looked up glumly at Demyx, slipping her sketch pad onto the table, closed, towards Demyx.

 

"I draw, I guess. But I'm not that good." At the last bit Demyx spoke, she let her lips twitch upward in a pitying smile. But it was self pity really. "And...sometimes crooked lines and uneven pictures are the best kind. Disorted art is really meaningful sometimes.

[Rosie 3]

Rolling his eyes, Demyx just reached over and patted her lightly on the shoulder- barely touching her, of course, he didnt wanna come across as some touchy-feely pervert, but he still wanted to let her know that he got it.

 

"Hey, chill out, okay? I chose to be here, and not just to get out of a dumb lesson. I like helping people. Freaky, I know." He grinned, tucking a wayward blonde streak behind his ear and plucking the sketchpad from the table. Immediately, he started leafing through it, and only was a few pages in when he turned to look at Namine in sheer and utter disbelief. He slapped the back of his hand against the drawing for emphasis, as he said;

 

"You kidding me? These are awesome- you're a great artist, silly!"

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Namine flinched at the slight touch against her shoulder. No, it wasn't because he creeped her out, which he didn't--this Demyx fellow was actually very kind. Straightforward, but kind. She flinched due to the tenderness of her skin on her shoulder. She couldn't remember a time where her dad had made the wall see a tougher night. But Namine tried brushing it off the best she could, choosing to watch as Demyx leaf through her sketches and whatnot.

 

He handled the pad with much care as she noticed, and was carefully sliding each page over his fingers, not winging to put the smallest tears in it. She had never seen anyone aside from her mother handle an object with that much care. Of course, the only object her mother eve handled with care was Namine herself. At that thought, her heart began to ache just slightly, past memories reigniting within her. Thankfully, Demyx's amazed voice short circuited her thought process, and she found he was pointing to a rather quick draw she had done a while back of her wealthy uncle, Luxord. He hardly came around anymore though...

 

"That's...it's nothing...I was bored and, it's so old to..." Namine murmured, fidgeting slightly. Whether it was because he was being praised for the first time in a year or she was simply in the presence of Demyx she didnt know. But finally, she had to ask.

 

"Demyx..." The blond started, looking up at the blond seriously. "Do you know why you have to start counseling me at all?"

[Rosie 3]

Demyx only smiled at her, until she asked... well, that. He'd known it was probably coming- he knew she'd been working up to ask, or at least it seemed that way. Grin fading, he stared blankly down at the sketchpad for a moment, pretending to be looking back at the drawing while he worked for an answer, struggling for the right one. Ansem had told him a little of what had happened, of course- the barest minimum, since apparently the guy thought Demyx could put the rest of the pieces together himself. Given what he'd managed before, that did seem likely- though he knew it was probably expecting too much. He was no Sherlock Holmes- he had the music thing down, but no way could he work out all the details by himself.

 

Rumours helped, too, he supposed. He was used to ignoring them, since most of them were a bunch of crap made up to hurt or belittle kids, but when he'd actually asked, he'd managed to dig up... a tiny bit more. Turned out Axel had dated Kairi as a junior, when she was on freshman year, and the asshole actually still talked to her sometimes. Talk about a direct link.

 

"I know what you tried to do, yeah. Axel found out from Kairi, and, trust me, it's gotta be somethin' special for seniors to listen to sophomore gossip, you know?"

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So he knew. At some point, this relieved Namine. He knew she had tried to end her life, that she had been suicidal (and maybe still was) and he was willing to deal with that. Namine didn't know whether to thank him or not. Because she was ashamed beyond belief that someone as sweet as him had to tolerate such a depressing person. God forbid she rubbed off on him...

 

"I figured Seniors would know...it's obvious when they all stare at you like a freak show." Namine hadn't meant to say that last bit outloud and raised her hands to clasp them over her mouth. Sure she was supposed to be talking this out but she didn't...she didnt want to give anything really personal away to him. She didn't want to scare him away. Namine looked to the side awkwardly, drumming her fingers on her knees. "So I guess that's what you think I am to right?"

[Rosie 3]

"The hell? You're not a freak show, Nami. Granted, people are jerks, but... no one thinks that, I'm sure."

So he'd told a little white lie, he could let that slide. The guys he was particularly into hanging out with (though Axel was easily the only one he genuinely trusted) definitely wouldn't think that, at least- not because they werent jerks, which some of them undoubtably were, but because it was a little close to home, and nothing to be a bitch over. Sadly, that view didnt stretch over to most of the student body- Demyx wasn't naive enough to even start to believe that. Still trying to take care, he flipped over a few more pages of her art, trying for something a little more substantial than denying her every insecurity- he had a feeling that if he kept trying that, they'd be there for years.

 

"D'you have an outlet for when it gets bad?" He managed to ask after a few seconds' thought. "When something's bothering me, music works- jamming or deafening myself, both are pretty awesome for a distraction. D'you ever draw stuff that way? I think they called it venting or somethin'."

 

Biting his lip, Demyx tried to keep looking at her- half wishing he magically knew what to say, rather than just doing what felt like pulling stupid ideas out his butt.

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Namine looked up at Demyx sadly, shaking her head. She wished that when she was upset drawing was what she turned to. That it was something classified as her personal heaven. But that wasn't even close to what it was for her. She didn't even vent through her art. In fact...Glancing at the time, Namine found only a few seconds remaining before class ended for today. She could leave and be done for today until the next day.

 

"Demyx," She found herself reaching over to take a hold of her drawing booklet, her sleeve riding up to reveal several nasty bruises. "I don't have time to vent. Someone is usually using me for the venting." Just as she pulled away her sketches, the bell rang and she gathered her things quickly, exiting the room without a glance back. Did she feel guilty? Yes. But tomorrow was another day, if she made it till then anyway. Namine hung her head as usual, heading to her next class; History. And then Lunch where she just knew any normality left in her life would poof away.

[Rosie 3]

Unable to help himself, Demyx hissed a curse under his breath, disbelieving, when he caught sight of the bruises- even from that tiny glimpse, he could tell they were serious. Dark, ugly ones, that he couldnt help but imagine blossoming all over her pale skin; which explained why she hid so much of it. But before he could say or do anything, she had rushed out. He'd been close to grabbing her, trying to prove to himself it maybe wasn't as bad as he thought, but he'd stopped himself when he thought that it might hurt her- or that she might freak out. See, the thing was, now he really had to know, no matter what. Unwillingly, he knew, she'd really gotten him interested.

 

Partly, he knew he was helping her because... well, because that was what he did. He dragged people up, or down, whichever direction they meeded, just for the kick of seeing them look a little better, feel a bit better than before. It probably didnt last long, but in the past his influence had worked; which was why he guessed Professor Ansem had picked him for this. But he could see it went deeper than Namine being upset and weird and trying to off herself for attention, like some of the nastier rumours he'd heard had claimed. And he was determined to find out what was the cause, so he could at least try to help.

 

Yeah, he wanted to help.

 

And he had his guitar lessons, which were leisurely enough, so the teacher rarely nagged at him if he was late and hardly pressed him to work. It was usually the highlight of his day, but he still trailed there, deep in thought for once, wondering about... well, about what she'd said as her parting gift. His little mystery.

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Namine sat in the back of her class in History with Professor Saix, as opposed to Miss Aqua's Math class where she sat front and center. That period had been a test to see how her classmates would react to her being within eye sight. It was safe for the blond to say she failed that test. In the front, though all eyes were really locked into Miss Aqua, whether they were paying attention or not, she felt as if acid holes were being embedded into her skull. Paranoia made her think the classmates were all staring at her and enjoying it. But she knew they had no reason to look at her, not with their drop dead gorgeous teacher in the room. Regardless, the same could not be sai for Professor Saix so sitting in the front was a no-no. As Namine entered her next class (on time mind you) she took the isolated seat in the back row. You could hardly here the teacher from here unless he was scolding a student but that was just fine. She had no reason to pay attention anyway. What would that be worth to her or Saix?

 

While waiting for her fellow students to enter the room, Namine let her thoughts drift. And for the first time, they went right to Miss Aqua. Why? She didn't know. But she did know that nothing good could come of that. Miss Aqua, to put it bluntly, was probably one of the youngest, know-your-stuff teacher and more importantly; the prettiest. She had big breasts that boys oggled over, delicious curves on her waist, hips, and thighs that Namine knew every girl in the school would kill for when they already them, just a bit more subtly. Namine wished she was anything remotely close to Aqua pretty. She had a slim frame yes, but her curves were still just coming through. In her eyes she looked as though someone slapped a bunch of different body parts together and called it Namine. Small-ish bust, average hips, marvelous waist, average legs...she had nice traits, or at least she used to, but they just didn't fit on her body. She wasn't sure anything did. Sometimes, when Namine got like this, she'd look into the mirror and purposely find traits that were wrong with her. Just so she could remind herself she never would be beautiful or flawless.

 

"Miss Clarke!" Namine looked up startled to see Professor Saix looming over her with a scowl etched onto his features. She could even see his blue hair bristling with irritation from here. "Kindly pay attention! I asked you if you knew who wrote the Declaration of Independence...foolish girl." Namine hate being asked questions. Her face burned up and whas worse, everyone was staring. "Well?"

 

"...Th-Thomas Jefferson." Saix gave a stern nod before walking away to the front of his class to go on with his lecture. "I can't do anything right..."

[Rosie 3]

"Uh, I didn't exactly practise the right thing..." Demyx blurted out upon entering the music room. He knew full well he'd been supposed to learn and practise some boring chords and riffs and stuff- and, of course, hadn't bothered when he could be making his own up. He didn't like just copying other music, no matter how classic it was or how much he needed to in order to be able to play properly. Maybe he should have just been teaching himself, it would have been so much easier without instruction or being nagged for not learning "the right way". Unlike the sitar, he was yet to totally master the guitar, to his disappointment- they were similar, and the guitar was definitely easier to lay, but he wasn't allowed as much freedom and it bothered him.

 

"Whatever, Dem," sighed his teacher, leaning back in his seat. Cloud was a little different from the others, in that he was weirdly informal- and also weirdly unsociable. The guy was quiet, but seemed nice enough and even let Demyx use his first name, which was pretty cool. Luckily for Dem, he didn't really freak out at his lateness, either, and even though he didn't speak much, he still... wasn't cold. And Demyx was grateful for that, since the older guy would otherwise have been pretty intimidating- he wasn't tall, sure, but he was pretty built up, and looked like he worked out; something Demyx was secretly very envious of. "Just play the damn thing."

 

Grinning, Demyx abandoned his sitar near the door, bounding over to grab his less-favoured guitar; less favoured didn't mean unloved, though. It was a nice way to pass a period, that was for sure, even if sometimes he messed up, his fingers slipping when his train of thought trailed and his concentration slipped.

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Namine collected her assignment due by next Tuesday and left her History class. It had been very uneventful for her, cutting out the teacher catching her day dreaming. Today had been mostly a review and note taking, so all she missed was a few definitions of some words and who did what. It wasn't important to her. Namine used to be an A student in that class, which may explain why Professor Saix was so lenient on her daydreaming. She's seen other kids do the same thing and almost end in tears by the end of his rant. Namine waited till everyone left the room before leaving Saix alone in his classroom. Her fourth period was boun to be...horrible.

 

Lunch.

 

The cafeteria was like the mainstream of the school separated into cliques. There were your Jocks, Preps, Skaters, Nerds, Creative kids, all of them had their little input though to the stream. The stream of gossip. She just knew all of the kids were buzzing about what was probably the most interesting thing to happen to this school since a current Senior blew up the lab earlier in the year. And she was right.

 

Once Namine stepped into the cafeteria the yelling an horeplaying lowered to a small buzz of bees spreading sharp edged honey full of lies. Avoiding eye contact, Namine carefully made her way to the table by the window. She wasn't hungry for Lunch. Besides, with no one next to her she wouldn't be able to stomach it.

[Rosie 3]

The bell rung what felt like way too soon into the period- but Demyx just groaned and stepped away from Cloud, who'd been helping him figure out some of the harder chords; the older blond clapped him on the shoulder, and he couldn't help but throw him a grin. Sure, it was barely returned, but his guitar tutor wasn't generally a smiley guy and it didn't set to dampen Demyx's spirits in the slightest. Until, well, he dug his crumpled schedule out of his bag- it was hard to find, since it was just stuffed in with the hundreds of sheets he'd managed to accumulate across the year so far. And, when he did check what had had 4th period, his heart sank.

 

Gym. Ugh. It wasn't that he hated gym- okay, really, he did, actually- but it was just something he'd never been good at. He could run fast, sure, but was rarely inclined to do so, and his upper body strength was practically laughable. He preferred to just stay away from excercise whenever he could avoid it, and, well, Mr. Terra liked to push his students to their full potential. Which was probably why, after a few lessons with him, Dem had started playing hooky to get out of it all- so, as he was trudging down the hallway, he just ducked through the clusters of people to grab a handful of familiar checked shirt- Axel.

 

"Hey, I don't feel like Gym right now..." he started, falling into step with the redhead as he actually caught up.

Axel smirked. "Yeah? You never feel like Gym, slacker. Good for you I'm feelin' grabbing some shit to eat already."

 

And Dem could pretty much always count on Axel to skive with him.

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Roxas watched as Namine took a seat in the far corner of the Lunch Room. He had heard the rumors of course, all the gossip always reached him sooner or later. And he believed that she cut herself, hell he had even been inclined to try it once or twice, but he didn't. He had people to stop him and talk some sense into him. He figured Namine didn't. And like any human being, he pitied her. Unlike some of the other assholes at his table like Seipher and his gang. They usually were her prime predators. But his brother Sora and his boyfriend, Riku, weren't like that. Kairi even felt bad. She even suggested going to talk to her but...well...he supposed they were guilty for being cowards about their reputation. Even still, it didn't hurt to stare a bit, maybe try and figure her out. At least, that was his original goal before a certain Senior red head entered the cafeteria, sauntering in with all his rebellious glory. Dear God if any man could make him bisexual it would definitely be him hands down.

 

Meanwhile, Namine had noticed a pair of blue eyes locked onto her and it was rattling to say the least. It was bad enough being stared at on the bus, 1st period, ect. but at Lunch to? This was ridiculous. As her stomach growled with ebbing hunger, Namine decided that this whole attempt at being normal was ridiculous. Like her life. What was honestly the point? To get talked about? To be the center of misfits? Was that worth it? Just as te blond figured shed be better off in Aerith's art room where she could try out venting through art, a familiar blond walked in with a few buddies, one she recognized to be Axel. He was Kairi's ex boyfriend. Oh sweet lord not now. Namine did her bed to shrink into the seat, looking around frantically for anything to hide her physical features. Demyx already thought she was a kook most likely, she didn't need her counselor thinking she was the crazy lonely girl now. Even if it was true...