"Brat, get your ass over here," Hojo snarled, grabbing Zexion by his arm and yanking him towards a lab counter. He not so carefully dropped him onto the nearly clear (as in of nothing on it =_=) table, and quickly wiped his arm with an alcohol wipe. Seemingly out of nowhere, he grabbed a syringe that was filled with a medium green-ish substance, and stabbed Zexion's arm with it.

Zexion cried out in pain—He didn't like needles; never has, and never will. "Shut up!" Hojo snapped, clocking him upside the head. He pushed Zexion off the counter and onto the ground, where he landed on his knees and quickly stood up.

"Get your ass to school! And don't you dare let anybody ask stupid questions and you answer them only to cause another dumbfuck slip up, okay?!" He yelled, practically kicking him up the stairs.

"Y-yes, ok!" Zexion said, crawling up the stairs as fast as possible.

-x-x-x Flashback, yo x-x-x-

Zexion had been intently trying to listen to Miss Schanacker teach about commas and semi-colons when Roxas looked over at him to see what Demyx was doing to him now.

He looked at Zexion and noticed a slight change in his appearance than from the last time he examined him. "Hey Zexy, why is your left eye a different color? Weren't they both blue the other day?" He asked in a whisper. Zexion looked over to him and tilted his head to the side. "Oh, um… My-my dad did it… He does a lot of things like this…" Zexion mumbled back, dropping his head in embarrassment. Roxas only nodded and turned back to the teacher.

During break, Roxas confronted Miss Schanacker. "Miss, Zexion said that his dad did lots of things to him, like what he did to his eyes…" He told her. She became concerned and called Hojo that night, who promptly declined anything being suggested. "The boy is probably just blind! The child's eyes have always been the two colors!" He hissed, before hanging up.

-x-x-x End El Flash-backo x-x-x-

At school, Zexion was worried that he would be punished because he forgot his book at home. "I'm sorry… I f-forgot it at home," He told the teacher, when she asked. "Oh that's ok; I'll let you borrow one for today!" She cheerfully said, walking to the back of the room and grabbing one for him. Zexion was incredibly relieved, yet confused.

A little later, he started feeling weird. He began sneezing frequently, and he began to feel light headed. His nose became runny and stuffed and he began coughing tiny little coughs, and he became pale and started shaking and sweating. Zexion then realized that his dad (-cough cough-) had injected him with a sick! He did that a lot... Demyx seemed to take notice and scooted away from him with a scowl. "Don't you dare get me sick you girly little freak!" He hissed, grabbing all his things and dragging them towards himself. Zexion just looked at him sadly and wiped his nose on his arm, earning an 'Ewww, freak!' from Demyx. "What's your problem? You're always sick, you must have the worst immune system ever, but that's not surprising. Purple haired freaks always have something wrong with them," He quipped, scooting farther away from Zexion.

Again at break, Roxas tried to take care of him, and alerted the teacher of his sudden sickness. She had Roxas take him to the nurse, who in turn called Hojo and or Clarissa. Clarissa then had to come and pick the boy up, much to her displeasure. When they got back, Clarissa screamed at Hojo.

"Damnit, you! My job here is not to care for this stupid brat! I should not have to pick him up from school because of something you spiked him with! You made me miss my show!" She spat, before stomping back upstairs to toss the boy into his considerably small bed and room.

Time passed, and eventually, Zexion was mostly over his illness. He thought it was the worst flu he had ever had! When he returned to school, Demyx taunted him about his eyes. He also kept pushing him down during lunch and the breaks and spilling his skittles all over his head and constantly ruining his books and the such.

"God you're such a loser!" Demyx snapped one time, after pushing Zexion over. Zexion sighed and slowly got back up, rubbing his now sore arm. "Are you ignoring me?" Demyx asked, grabbing him by his arm and making Zexion look at him. Since Demyx was so much bigger than Zexion, it was a real easy thing for him to do. Zexion, scared, shook his head frantically. "No, I just-" Yea, whatever, nerd. Just go back to doing whatever nerdy things you were doing!" Demyx interrupted him before pushing him to the ground again and storming off back to his friends.

It being lunch, Demyx had returned to his rightful lunch table, where Axel, Riku, Roxas, Sora, Namine and Xion sat. The latter four frowned at Demyx, feeling kind of bad for the boy. "Demy, why do you do such things to him? He didn't do anything to you," Namine asked gently, looking over to Zexion, who was picking up his book and walking away with his head down. Instead of Demyx answering, Axel did for him. "Eh, whatever. The kid needs it, so he can toughen up, yea?" He said, tossing a grape in the air and cathing it in his mouth. Namine and Xion just sighed and grimaced.

By the time they had reached the middle of third grade, Roxas, Namine, Xion, and Zexion had become good friends. They were there for him when he was bullied, and he in return tried to help them with their homework.

They even came to his house once for his birthday, much to Zexion's confusion (He had finally figured it out; He asked Hojo and he called Samuel and he told him). Hojo was just plain furious that people had come to his house to play with the brat! But he just avoided them, as did Clarissa, who just yelled at them not to interrupt her shows. Zexion led them to his room that was under the stairs, and they gave him a small party and a few presents (Also much to Zexion's confusion; He had only had one birthday party in his life, and he was obviously way too young to understand things at the time).

The next day, they invited him to sit with them and their friends at lunch. They thought it to be safe because Demyx was on a trip with his parents to the beach. So, for a number of days, he happily sat with them. But unfortunately, he was a huge outcast. He just stuck out like a sore thumb, and the only people who didn't look at him with disgust were the three that threw him a birthday party. And Sora. Sora liked him now too, and he stopped hurting him a little while back.

But then Demyx came back. And oh how he was pissed. "What is he doing here?!" He screamed. He stomped over to Zexion and shoved him off the bench. He wanted to stomp on his face, but—he didn't have the heart to do it. So he just stomped off.

That was the final straw. Namine and Xion were fed up with what Demyx and his friends were doing to the poor innocent boy, and so they decided to sit with him, Zexion, for the rest of the year. "Demyx, you are such a jerk!" Xion had shouted, before hopping up from her seat and stomping off. "Why must you be such an ass to someone so innocent!" Namine said, surprising everyone by swearing. She got up as well, but not before helping Zexion up and following after Xion with him.

By the start of fourth grade, a new student had moved to the school. His name was Sephiroth, and he was really mean. The only reason he moved to their school was because he was expelled from his old one! So of course, the first thing he did when he got there was pinpoint a weakling in the school and target him for his bullying.

So now, not only did Zexion have to deal with Demyx bullying him, he had to deal with Sephiroth. He was a lot worse than Demyx. He punched and kicked him, and had even gave him a bloody nose once. One day, after Sephiroth had thrown him into a wall and continuously tackled him in PE, Zexion was ready to break. He… He was just so tired of being such a failure. His dad hated him and did mean things to him (He found out, much to his expense, that no, not everyone's parents hurt them), and most of the population at school hated his guts just because he was different. His mom, frankly, just didn't care about his existence, and every time his father said he had a 'new pet' for him, Zexion ended up being hurt by it!

He tried staring in a mirror once, just to see what made him so... useless. He was short, had two different color eyes, and his hair was a ridiculous natural color. He was incredibly quiet and ate only skittles, practically. He was almost always reading, and he was afraid of dogs (Hojo had him fucking mauled by one! It was right after he got sick). Everyone loved dogs, apparently, so that immediately made him an outcast. He also loved to make origami, which is something that only old people should make, supposedly. Finally, he was two years younger than everyone else, and smarter than the rest of them combined. That, of course, pissed most everyone off.

So when Demyx pushed him roughly to the ground that same day and destroyed his origami cranes, he began to have his meltdown.

Usually, he would've just gotten back up and continued doing what he had been previously. This time, though, he just sat there, staring into space with a blank face. 'I'm such a failure… everyone hates me because I'm so worthless…I'm just a waste of space… maybe… maybe if I didn't exist everyone would be happier.' He thought, as he began crying. It was subtle at first, just a couple of tears rolling down his cheeks. But then Demyx had to interfere.

"What, you gonna cry now? You're such a friggin' baby, god!" He scoffed, pushing him down onto his side by his head. Demyx glared once more at him before walking back to his desk, leaving Zexion to just lay there, wallowing in his misery. He tried to find something that was worth living for, but he could find nothing. His life held no light. Sure, there was Roxas and them, but none of them were here today… most weren't. They were on a field trip, and Zexion wasn't aloud to go. Neither was Demyx, and he blamed it on Zexion.

"This is all your fault! If you hadn't been in the way all the time then I would've remembered to get my permission slip signed! Look what you made me do!" He had yelled in his face, Axel cheering him on.

Miss Schanacker, who heard the commotion, rushed over. She, being the caring teacher she was, was horrified when she saw Zexion curled up in a little ball on the floor, sobbing. "Demyx, principle's office, now!" She hissed, pointing to the door as she dropped to the floor to comfort poor Zexion (1). While doing so, Zexion cracked, and told her everything. Absolutely everything.

She is once again horrified by what she hears. She picked Zexion up and cradled the boy, who slowly stopped his crying. When she heard Axel call him a baby, she sent him to the office as well. She stood up and carried Zexion over to her big, comfy wheely chair, and set him down in it. She then called Hojo, who still denied everything. She argued with him for a bit, saying things like 'but he just told me everything!' and 'then why is he telling me these things about you?'. After she hung up on Hojo, she called the child services. They came and took Zexion away after they got the proof of these things happening, and he was sent to live in an orphanage.

One thing became another, and the next thing Zexion knew was that he was going to live with his mother, who they had located two weeks later. And now there he was, sitting on her porch. Well, really, he was sitting on the little banister thing that was like a mini fence that was around the porch; you know, with the columns by the steps that hold the overhanging roof up? Yea, that. He was hugging onto the column for dear life, as he was too scared to ring the doorbell. Last time he had to do that, he got shocked tons of times by it because Hojo made him find the right one.

The only other problem with him being there is that his mother had no clue he was coming. She didn't even know he was still alive, nonetheless coming to live with her after six years of bieng gone!

Funfact: this was supposed to be twenty times more gruesome. In the draft version, Hojo was psychoticly evil.

Yes, even though he's in the fourth grade he's only seven… He skipped two grades and he was one when he was 'kidnapped' per say, so I think that makes seven, anyways.

(1) Ms. Schanacker is 23. She is my orchestra teacher xD I thought she'd be perfect for the role.