Music in Me: Chap.6

"Music in Me"

Chapter 6: "Blow"

*This place about to BLOW*



Demyx let out a relieved sigh as he set the large box on top of the pile. They were only getting fuller in attempting to fit everything into them, and in turn getting heavier. Carefully he moved it from the top of the pile so it would be next to the bottom ones. No need to make the tower only to have it fall over after all.

"Ya sure ya don't wanna stick around kiddo?" Xigbar moved him aside and set the next box on top of his. "I mean, we can probably pay your part for a bit, it's not like you got paid much at Lumaria's  anyway; it's a fucking flower shop. Plus that guy hittin' on ya all the time? Not worth it, right?"

"It's alright." The strawberry blond grinned. "I kinda wanted to help out back home anyway. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to you and Luxy; now you can be as loud as you want and not make mefearlosingmyvirginity." The last part was said quickly, the shorter looking off in slight embarrassment. The older had learned Demyx-speak a long time ago though, and just wound up laughing.

"Good. Honestly, I'd have to kick you out eventually anyway."

"What!" The messy haired gawked in disbelief.

"You know, rent's gonna go up and I'd still feel guilty and all that shit." He patted the box next to him. "So 'm I giving ya a ride over now?"

Rolling his eyes, the cerulean shook his head. "Naw, Saix and Nam wont' be home until late tomorrow. I'll pack the rest in the morning, but I've gotta head to practice or Axel will get all ticked off again and threaten to send me to the end of days or something."

"Still want a ride?"

"Aw, Xiggy, that would be so helpful."



*It's time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down*



"Are we done yet?" Demyx's head leaned back against the thick wall of the garage.

"Why so antsy tonight?" A voice came from under the soundboard table.

"Because we only broke for lunch and it's almost seven." His voice was laced with boredom, trying to be discreet as fingers danced along the strings of the unplugged electric.

"Yeah, but you've never bitched before. And doesn't this count as a break?" Axel snickered, moving to sit next to the newest member, popping open the tab of a soda can.

"Is waiting for Roxas to double check every last cable really a break?"

"Takes long enough, huh Rox?" The redhead glanced over to the working blond, receiving a symbol for a very rude bird in return. "Not nice! What's on your mind anyway?" Emerald eyes turned back to the younger next to him.

"Moving, it's a hassle. Zexion's stressing me out about the presentation in a few days, and I cannot focus on crap." He huffed, setting the blue guitar down next to him and stuffing his hands inside his jacket pocket.

"Maybe you should just calm do-"

"That's it, it's final!" Axel jumped to his feet, getting an annoyed glare from the techie as he was interrupted. "Roxas, go get your brother and Riku from my kitchen and get everyone ready! Tonight, we party! Our guitarist needs to ease his troubled mind with loud music that he doesn't have to worry about playing!"

The blond stared at the singer skeptically, setting a cable down with a huff and moving to sit in his comfy rolling chair. "And just where are we going for that? You got us kicked out of Cirkut, we can't afford to get in anywhere else legally  and your last fake IDs were really pieces of shit."

"I have an idea!" Now it was Demyx's turn to beam at everyone from his spot on the floor. Slowly, he revealed the golden treasures of paper he'd been hiding from his friends. "We could just take a small twenty minute drive to Traverse Town and get into The Grid."  The other two stood there for a moment in disbelief, Roxas shivering when that feral smile of Axel's appeared.

"… Roxas, get your brother and go put on something sexy for me!"



*Now you're one of us, you're coming with me*



'If ur not redy 4 a party in 10min I'm killing ur science partner!' Zexion glared coldly at the ransom text with high disdain. For one thing, the spelling was atrocious, so he immediately knew it was Axel without having to check for the sender. Secondly, why did Axel have to make things so difficult? Previously, when Larxene had sent these ransom texts he'd always respond the same:

'Guess you must do your worst.'

With her, it'd be left at that. After all, Zexion didn't really… 'party'. He didn't have the time for it – or the clothes, attitude, or even the energy for that matter – so he rarely every tagged along. Axel, however, was a man of action and would, like Roxas, take grade-damaging documents to screw him over if he refused to comply.

It was when he heard the persistent knocking on his door he deleted the text he'd been glaring at for minutes now and threw the door open.

"Wah! Careful there Zex, don't be angry." The red head smirked, a frown easily taking its place as emerald eyes looked him over. "You're wearing that?"

"I don't really have clothes like you." The shorter spat, looking over the ridiculous wardrobe. Okay, Axel really wasn't as bad as he usually was. He wasn't half naked or anything this time anyway.

"No no no no no." The older sighed, pulling the younger close to start 'fixing' him. "At  least try and look like you want to go." The dark purple button up's collar was popped, sleeves rolled up to just below his elbow, and the first few buttons undone. Then the singer messed up his carefully combed hair, getting a growl of annoyance. "If that's as good as we're going to get…"

"It's better than looking like you!" Zexion hissed. Axel was a walking flyer actually, dressed in a red shirt with dark red threads of fishnet carefully placed across its surface; some of the lines were darkened with dye to spell FLAMEROSE in blocky letters. The weird earrings were new, and the black skinny jeans looked harmless since the red head might not wear them for long, but he still branded himself to represent the slowly climbing band.

"Hey, little bit of self-advertisement never hurt anyone!" He grabbed the younger's arm and started to pull him out. "Lock up, grab your shit, and get to the car."

"Who's car? If it's yours, you and Roxas have been all over that back seat and I am not going to-!"

"Fine, sit in the passenger's seat, chill!" Axel leaned against the wall, waiting for the click of the door being locked before starting to pull the shorter again.

"Where are we even going?"

"The Grid."

"And you can afford that how?" He scoffed, watching his constantly invaded room get cut off from sight by the elevator doors.

"Demyx scored passes. All we have to do is worry about food and drinks."



*This place about to BLOW*



If there was one thing the next town over had over this place, it was night life. Which was good, considering Traverse Town and Twilight Town were as different as night and day. Twilight Town had all the peaceful scenery, the 'nicer' schools, the ferry to the islands, family homes, and the only thing that were considered 'clubs' were 'proper' and 'adult'. Anything else was just for those over the age of twenty-three.

Traverse Town was large, the houses seemed a little beaten up, had a lot of hotel space and generally looked pretty old. However, the underground clubs were in full swing all year 'round with only one day a week given to 'the kids'. Or rather, that was true before kids from both Traverse and Twilight were getting caught with fake IDs and drinking. So Traverse Town made Cirkut and started working on The Grid; student only clubs that saved the town kids from trouble with the police and parents; naturally drugs and alcohol were prohibited, but… The Grid was tested by the more wealthy kids for a long time before tickets to the opening were raffled off. How Marluxia got so many tickets… No one was really sure.



*We don't need a key, we get in for free*



"Look's like Riku beat us." Axel rolled his eyes as he parked the red Lancer Evolution as close to the silver 4Runner as possible. Okay, Zexion knew cars; he needed one badly… The red head hopped out and opened the back door for Roxas, letting Zexion get out on his own to follow after them.

"C'mon guys, just ten dollars!" Demyx's voice caught his attention and he zeroed in on the dark blond selling the extra tickets. 'Sweet gods…' Zexion thought, wincing at the brightness of it all. He hadn't expected that many glowsticks to adorn the guitarist – or bright flashing earrings for that matter. The shirt itself was hardly more than some odd hooded blue fishnet-put together like Axels with separate sleeves. At least his jeans were decent…

"Does everyone just wear clothes that are easy to get out of?" Zexion huffed, moving over to Riku. The silver haired was dressed a bit more decently – or rather just closer to Zexion himself. Riku's own black buttoned shirt looked like the first three buttons had been popped off – probably due to Sora actually – but the dark shirt and slacks seemed to have been left alone for the most part… The lilac haired actually hardly noticed the dark blue glowing belt hiding under the untucked shirt.

"Are you actually complaining?" The silver haired smirked as if implying Zexion's gaze was lingering on Demyx. Actually, if he dared to follow the aquamarine gaze the older knew they wouldn't be trained on Demyx at all –or on Sora for that matter. No, the heavy gaze was actually rather cold, fixed onto the people in line who were ready to pay cheap for priceless passes. "Though I guess you have a point, I was hoping I wouldn't have to kill anyone this time."

The twins usually had a good knack for these rave-things; both of them were actually consulted by their better halves so they were 'properly' dressed to show off their bodies off in the best – yet surprisingly conservative – light as possible. On the opposing hand, the blond and brunette went all out to the point of just barely passing the minimal clothing amount required for public decency. That seemed to have stopped after they got kicked out of the last club; the one time Zexion willingly went with Larxene and all of them, Sora and Roxas had actually been pinned by complete strangers from Traverse Town. The two were handling the situation rather well until the male members of the band found them and nearly killed Seifer and Rai. That had actually been more of a one-sided fight than anyone would have guessed.

"At least they're not as bad." The junior offered the sophomore, watching fifty dollars exchange hands. It was true too. The younger of the twins seemed fine wearing a flowy white shirt and black loose vest with uncomfortably tight looking faded jeans; the brunette was in a tight zip-up hoodie-shirt, striped with dark and light blue with an odd red front pocket and just as constricting black pants as Roxas. Looked like they learned their lesson in one of the worst ways. Nope, all the flashiness belonged to Demyx this time. "… He's an eye sore; I can't believe he's wearing that."

"Be nice." Riku warned, pushing the older forward as their group started to head in.



*It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out!*



"Are you really just going to sit and mope?" Demyx leaned down in front of the slate haired. "C'mon, come dance with me at least?"

"I don't dance." Zexion muttered simply, comfortable in the leather seat pushed far far away from the dance floor and against the wall. The quick lights, the fast moving bodies, the loud music… It was worse than Axel's garage. "So no thank you." It had to have been the fifteenth time Demyx came to pester him after every third song – yes, Zexion was keeping track at this point.

"You're so boring." The blond teased, going around the younger to sit on the arm of the chair, leaning over him. "Why'd you even come then?"

"Someone had to make sure no one kills anyone." He rolled his eyes. "As if I had a choice."

At this Demyx seemed to frown, sitting up and storming off to the crowded mess. He didn't need Zexion to stay entertained!



*Tonight we're taking names 'cuz we don't mess around*



'Don't think, don't think…' Roxas felt the lips mold against his, rough and practiced hands moving carefully against his waist, both of them keeping movement in time with the lights and heat of bodies around them. Okay, there was no way the place was this fucking hot! Axel was a flurry of flames all on his own, always had been, but when he got the younger teen that was now in front of him moving they were a fucking wildfire. Everyone around them seemed to be thinking the same; there was more space between them and the next person over then there had been between everyone else surrounding the tiny bubble.

If there was one thing Roxas was used to doing it was slipping out of thought. He had already practiced it enough times to lose himself completely and let himself fit against the feral form in front of him. Not to mention it was really hard to think if you couldn't get enough air. Something that had once been needed for survival was now completely unnecessary; Axel was his lifeline. The older knew how to move perfectly, how to withdraw just for a fraction of a second and let his blond companion catch enough fresh air that they wound up sharing in the next heartbeat anyway.

If there was one thing Roxas was bad at, it was holding back. Quick fingers were already under his shirt and along his spine, heating it up like a coal itself and arching the blond against him. The singer was always so fucking persistent, and the techie was so easy to persuade. Hands gripped tightly onto the fishnet, fingers lacing through the holes like they were a metal fence – the shirt really was just as bad, getting in the way like that!

"Car?" What did he say? Oh, car, right. Fuck the dance floor, Axel had a car and right now he'd just love to get in the backseat of it again.



*Throw some glitter make it rain*



'Don't think, just dance.' Swing and sway, hips matching the pounding of the bass, and eyes were slightly closed as the quick paced lights flashed over his small group. Time had slowed down and music sped up, and everything else outside of the trance was meaningless.

Demyx had no idea who had surrounded him, he'd seen Axel and Roxas disappear out of the crowd just minutes ago, but minutes ago was too many songs ago to just be minutes, right? He had little to no idea where Riku and Sora were, and he doubted Zexion had moved from his comfy seat. Again, it didn't matter, around him were minimally clothed people who gave him just enough space to move his own body and at the same time watch him so they could try and follow if they were still unsure of themselves.

The bass dropped and knees teased the floor, the different styled hair was nearly plastered to his face, and his imagination was free to set himself in a completely different surrounding with the tone of music.

Suddenly he felt someone against him, a grip tight on his hips, but he didn't bother to even peek at who it was. That was something he'd learned awhile ago actually when he used to frequent Traverse Town's clubs illegally with Xigbar; people were turned on by the music and when that happened people turned to the closest body and let themselves meet physically first. At first it had been a new thought, but after the first few strangers and hook ups- which for the blond went as far as making out heavily,  Demyx couldn't say he never did it himself.

The blond shivered and his mind went blank when the grip changed and the hands moved in two different directions; one trailed up along his torso, and a soft gasp left his lips parted to taste the warm air as the other brushed against his front. 'Fuck!'

The problem with these quick 'hook-ups' was this time he hadn't come with Xigbar. He was supposed to be here with friends and actually go home before it got too late. The problem was his possible current interest could be looking for him right at that moment so they could leave. The problem was whoever the fuck was teasing him right now was being very effective…

Playful hands left him before returning to turn him around; the beat melded to a murmur, hips crushed and hands roamed and before Demyx fully recognized the scent of lightly lathered cologne or long hair he was being pulled to a darker part of the club.



*DANCE*



Riku leaned against the counter top, aquamarine eyes skimming over the mass of bodies below. Already he had found a hiding spot from the masses; the stairway to the side led to a room upstairs that looked over the whole first floor. The room itself seemed to be for employees only, but most of those hard working students who needed the money were down on the first floor itself serving drinks; alcohol for an extra price. After all, the whole point of these joints was to not do something stupid and illegal. "What are you drinking?"

So he tried not to do something stupid and illegal this time. "Calm down, its soda." The silver haired offered the cup to the brunette, who declined and continued to sip the water in his own red cup.

"Good, I think there's something wrong with the water."

"Then why do you keep drinking it?"

"Hoping it'll make the headache go away…" That was actually the whole reason Riku had brought them up here. The silver haired had just gotten their drinks when something Sora recognized boomed through the speakers. When they weren't able to fully quench their thirst, the younger wasn't feeling up to it anymore. "… Can we go home now?"

"We haven't been here that long." The taller shrugged, looking back down on the dance floor to try and spot some familiar heads. He wasn't very successful though. "Hey, do you see anyone down there?"

No answer.

"Sora?" Teal eyes glanced over to see the brunette staring into space.  "Sora!" He jumped, but just stared blankly at Riku for a moment before opening his mouth about to answer. Riku moved closer to try and snap him out of it before the smaller simply collapsed against him.

Shit! Okay, the time to do something stupid and illegal was now: someone was going to die.



*This place about to b-b-BLOW*



Zexion tapped the beat of the music against the bar, wondering how much longer he'd have to put up with all of this.

"Oh shit." Zexion stared blankly at the blond in front of him. "… So, this is where you work?"

"Shut it." Vexen growled, setting the red cup in front of him. "What are you doing here? Never expected to see you around."

"Some acquaintances of mine dragged me. Thank your boyfriend for tossing his passes off."

"Thank him yourself, he's around here somewhere." Zexion ignored him with a shrug. "Or thank me, I got them for him. Now I know why he wanted so many… Look, you don't know I work here, okay?"

"Deal. You didn't see me here either." Zexion slipped off the stool, drink in hand. In a second he lost the cup, looking over with a hiss at who ran into him. "Watch it!"

"Zexion!" Oh… It was Riku and his tightly held brunette… "Where's Axel?"

"Why?" Something didn't look quite right…

"We have to go. Someone slipped something into Sora's drink and I'm about ready to kill someone!"

What?!" Okay, maybe he wasn't too angry his own drink was knocked out of his hand. The slate haired followed Riku over to a far corner near 'his' leather chair and pulled his phone out. The number he dialed first went straight to voicemail – of course Axel's phone would be off! He switched over to Roxas', listening closely and covered an ear to cut off the noise.

"H-Hello?"

"Roxas, where are you two, we have a problem."

"W-We're – Fuck, Axel, w-wait! W-what's going on?"

"Well, while you two were off having sex, your brother got drugged!" He snapped, not liking the noises on the other end.

"Are you fucking serious?!" A loud thump gave Zexion the idea Axel was pushed off somehow. "Get everyone together, I'm coming in!"

The slate haired looked around after hanging up with a frown. "Have you seen Demyx?"

"No, not for awhile." Riku shook his head. "… We have to get Sora out of here…" It didn't take Roxas long to get back into the club – vest attempting to hide the fact his shirt was missing and the pants were little wrinkled like they'd put on really fast. "… I really don't want to stick around and wait for him… Fuck it, here, take these and meet us at Axel's." The silver haired handed his keys over, doing his best to carry the brunette to his brother. "Just be careful!"



*Go insane, go insane*



"I said move!" Zexion shoved past the couple in his way, getting dirty looks and the lovely middle finger. He'd been combing through the crowd for too long to stand it; the mass was big but he hadn't seen sign of the missing band member.

Still, he wasn't in the mood for this shit, and he just had to get away from the sweaty bodies, loud music, and headache inducing lights. Unfortunately the only close escape was the bathrooms, but usually they were at least kept clean… Grimacing and hoping he wouldn't run into someone getting sick he slammed the door open and pressed against it when it closed. He sighed in more annoyance to find how dimly lit the bathrooms were… this wasn't a fucking fancy restaurant or anything!

The junior shivered when he realized he wasn't the only one in there hiding out, and he decided someone throwing up was better than hearing the pants and whimpers that caught his attention. Determined to at least ruin someone else's night as much as his had been, he moved towards the separated aisle with the sinks and froze.

"Marluxia?!"The slate haired stood there in shock, knowing very well that wasn't Vexen pinned against the wall – it wasn't Larxene either. "Demyx!"

"Oh shit…" The blond slipped from his pin, pressing his hands against the pink hairs chest to get him to back off. "Um… so… I can explain?"

"Demyx, what the hell?!" He could handle this…. No he couldn't. He was angry enough at Larxene, so he didn't give a rats ass; he never really liked Marluxia, but he was one of his closer intelligent friends supposed boyfriend so this- this was wrong.

"… What's up?" It was wrong, messed up, and too much.

"Okay, that's it! Listen bitch boy, I've dealt with a lot of your shit, and the one time I start looking for you, you're in the middle of having sex in the bathroom with that man-whore!"

"Excuse me!" Marluxia glared, arms crossed.

"Shut it! I bet anything Vexen is tired of your shit too, so unless you reallyy want him to know why he went through enough trouble to get you tickets so you can fuck that morons brains out, shut up!" He turned back to the blond who just looked as lost as ever. "You realize that tongue was in Larxene's  mouth? Sora's been drugged, and I've been pushed and shoved around that damned dance floor like any town slut! I don't know – I don't want to know what the hell is up with you lately and your pouty attitude, but get your ass to Riku's car now!"

For a long moment, no one moved; Zexion's glare had frozen Demyx in place and his outburst had actually struck a bit of fear into the oldest in the room. At last, the blond snapped out of it and ran out into the light and music filled room.

"Sorry about Sora, wrong cup… So I'll see you in English?" Marluxia seemed to wave it off nonchalantly, his tore up shirt and bright pink pants ruffled and messy.

"You don't get to talk right now!" The slate haired moved forward, actually cornering the much taller senior. "… What the fucking hell? Just… Stay away from Demyx, or so help me I will castrate you!"



*We are taking over*



"Want to explain to me what thatwas all about?" The guitarist's voice reached the concentrating driver at long last. The silence had been powerful and heavy in the car for the past eighteen minutes, finally broken as they turned onto Pinwheel.

"Me?" The older scoffed, shooting a glare to the still glowing dancer. "You go off to do battle via tongue and I'm the crazy one?"

"Uh, yeah! You were being boring, and I went to have fun, so I left you alone like you wanted. But I've never seen you flip your lid like that before!"

"Don't talk to me right now." He grumbled, parking the car at the end of the court at 813 Pinwheel Circle, the slate haired sliding out of the driver's seat…

"Zexion!" Demyx jumped out after him, grabbing his shoulder to pull him back. "Talk to me."

"I was worried!" The hand was smacked away, anger evident on the normally calm face. "Sora's drink was spiked, but at least he was with Riku! You could have been hurt! Everyone's so messed up these days I wouldn't have been surprised if you'd been raped or kidnapped!"

Demyx wanted to say 'it's a student club' but he knew just what the older meant. So there was no response, which was just fine with Zexion. He moved back to the door, knocking twice and entering the red hair's home, Demyx following closely behind him.










***BLOW by Ke$ha + CIRKUT REMIX***