Private roleplay for The Cloaked Schemer 'n myself! No posties, but feel free to take a look~

Zexion walked silently on his way to school in the morning. Sure, he could have always gotten a ride, but he wanted to walk. He took a deep breath and it helped calm his nerves. He hated being the new kid in school since his mom moved them around a lot. People always saw him as 'emo', but he didn't really care. Since he did wear black and his hair does cover most of his face.

When he got to the building, he ran a few fingers through his hair lightly before entering the building. Nobody really seemed to notice him at first, which was normal. They wouldn't really start noticing him unless he was in any of their classes. His eyes scanned the halls quickly, looking for a place he knew would always be relatively quiet no matter where he went. And that place was the library.

He smiled ever-so-lightly when he spotted the room he was looking for. He headed to it silently, keeping his head downcast and avoiding looking at anybody.

The day had just begin to settle on the students, and things had just started picking up around the high-school. Demyx could hear muffled conversations and loud footfalls outside his classroom, although they didn't really bother him.
He stared down at another peice of blank paper, his hands itching to write something- anything. Nothing came, though. The music that usually filled his head seemed to come to a stop- it did that every once in a while- and it left him with a blank peice of paper and an irritated expression.
"Oh, well." He sighed, shoving his supplies into a random droor in his already horridly messy desk. "Library time, I guess." His earliest class wasn't until eleven, so he had a little time to relax and see if he could get his ideas flowing again.

The library was nearly empty, as usual- a few students here and there doing their homework and the librarian sitting at her desk and busily writing down something, probably for a student. The room was nearly silent, save the few oddly quiet footsteps behind the music teacher. He turned, just in time to catch a tiny slate-haired student walking briskly through the library, and straight into Demyx.

(( It that okay? ))

((Yeah. That's fine.))

Zexion stumbled back a few steps when he ran into whoever it was. "I'm sorry.." he apologized quickly, glancing briefly at whoever it was before dropping his gaze back to the ground. He hoped that it wasn't some bully who was now going to beat him up for an accident. That was the last thing he needed right now. He was being so careful not to run into anybody. 'But I guess that's what happens when you let your thought wonder, if even for a second...' Zexion thought.

He knew his face showed that he was expecting to get hit, so he quickly removed that look and replaced it with a blank expression, then figured if this was a bully, then it'd only help to get him beat up faster. Why were people so hard to figure out sometimes?

Demyx caught his balance on a rather conveniently placed table, blinking a few times and focusing on the small, blue-ish haired student who looked like he wanted nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow him whole. "It's alright." Demyx assured him. "You a new student here? I haven't seen you around. I'm the music teacher- Mr. Nocturne." He stuck out his hand, expecting a handshake.

Zexion held back a sigh of relief. So this person wasn't a bully. That was great news. He raised his gaze so that he was looking at this teacher and saw he was expecting a handshake. So Zexion stuck his hand out and shook the teacher's hand. "... I'm Zexion Schemer..." he said quietly, absolutely hating his last name. People always teased him and made fun of him, saying he was plotting to rule the world or something equally as stupid.

The name made Demyx smile- not maliciously, or anything- just a smile. "Lookin' foreward to seeing you in class, Zexion Schemer." He turned to leave, perferrably to find himself a table and see if he could think up a tune to put on paper. Casting one last smile over his shoulder, he dissapeared behind a line of bookshelves.

Zexion seemed to relax knowing that at least one person in the school was nice. He wondered briefly if he'd have this teacher, then remember that he did have a music class. 'This should be interesting....' he thought. He turned away from Demyx and headed down the shelves of books, quickly scanning the titles, looking for anything to catch his eye. He did find a few that he'd like to read, but would come back later to actually check them out. He shouldn't be able too anyway for a few days now. Instead, he just grabbed one at random and headed to an open table to start reading.

(( Shall we timeskip, to, say, Zex's first music class? Or something? ))

((Yeah. First music class is fine.))

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Demyx had just set up the classroom for third period, garish orange chairs forming a half-circle before his desk in wait of his next class.
The first few students in said next class slipped in the door, taking their seats and chatting quietly to themselves. A certain slate-haired teenager caught Demyx's eye- the last one in the room- a small smile crossing the teacher's face. "Good morning class," He greeted them, leaning on his desk and twirling a pencil in his free hand.

Zexion wasn't 100% sure why he was taking a music class. He never really had any musical talent. But he knew his mom would appreciate it if he attempted to learn how to play something. He sat down in the last empty chair and glanced at the teacher. He recognized him as the nice teacher he ran into earlier and he hoped Demyx would be just as nice in class.

"Morning~" the kids greeted, smiling happily.

It looked like that period was off to a much better start than the last- man those kids had been disruptive.
Previous expireinces aside, the fiant smile of Demyx's face grew with the student's enthusiastic reply. It was good to see kids that enjoyed music as much as he did. "Alright- we're starting guitar lessons today." Demyx declaired, rubbing his hands together as he made his way to the other side of the classroom. The wall was lined with guitars, about thirty alltogether hanging in two rows that stretched from one end to the other. "I'd like you all- when I call you up- to take a guitar from the wall and tell me the number that's written on the back." He said, picking up a class list off a nearby table and reading off the first name, then the second, then the third, etc.
"Zexion Schemer?" He looked up from his paper with a pleased smile on his face, his eyes finding the slate-haired boy in the back row.

Zexion sat in his seat for a few more seconds after his name was called. He wasn't really looking forward to playing the guitar, but with a light sigh, he stood. He headed over to the guitars and grabbed one at random. His face remained blank, unlike the happy, excited looks of the other students. "Number 6 sir..." he said, just loud enough for the teacher to hear before heading back to his seat.

(( Usin' this version, by the way. ))

Demyx had a little trouble hiding the frown that replaced his excited smile- Zexion seemed like he didn't want to be here at all. The music teacher sighed, shaking his head: Oh, well.
Making his way back up to the front of the room, he pulled his chair up in front of his desk and grabbed his guitar off the ornate stand against the wall. He explained the fingerings, both right and left, and flashed a smile at the class. He paused for a minute, just for suspense, before hsi fingers began to play out a melody on the strings.

"Ooo~
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Way up high
There's a land that I've dreamed of
Once in a lullaby-hi-hi~

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true-oo-oo~"

He sang, his fingers strumming and matching perfectly with his voice.

The class watched in awe as they listened to him. When the song was over, they all clapped very loudly. Everyone was saying how amazing his guitar skills were. The girls were saying he had an awesome voice and that he should go pro instead of being a teacher.
Zexion listened to him, amazed. For whatever reason there was, he didn't expect the teacher to have that king of singing voice. And he had to admit, he did like Demyx's singing voice.

Demyx smiled broadly as he stood up, resting his guitar against his desk and bowing to his 'audience'. "Thank you, thank you." He laughed, sitting back down and crossing his legs at the ankles. "Alright, who was paying attention to my fingers?"
None of the students raised their hands.
Demyx shook his head and sighed, although the smile still remained plastered on his face. Walking over to the whiteboard behind his desk, and grabbed a dry-erase marker and scribbled down a few notes- A, B, C- and numbered them. He took up his guitar again, bringing the strap over his head and tightening his fingers near the top of the neck. "A," He said. He switched to his middle finger, moving it down a notch. "B," Now his ring finger, down another notch- "C." He looked up at the class, staring at his fingers with intense concentration.
"Now, everyone take their guitars," He began, looking down at his own. "And place your first finger on A- three notes from the top- it should be labeled on there." He let his instrument hang loose around his neck as he walked around, making sure the student's fingers were on the right spots.

The class payed close attention to where their fingers were supposed to be. Some of the girls looked hopefully at Demyx when he walked past them, wanting him to give them any form of praise.
Zexion sighed lightly. He could tell this teacher already had a few admirers from the female student body. He just hoped they weren't going to disrupt class in anyway. He looked at the board and moved his fingers where they were supposed to go.

Demyx walked back and forth, bobbing and weaving between seats and occasionally correcting a student or two. He walked up to Zexion, peering at the younger man's fingers and smiling at him. "Nice, Zexion." He nodded.
He went back to the front of the class, positioning his fingers with the student's and sitting down. "You guys don't have picks yet- some of the other students lost them- but you can just use your fingers." He said. He took his own guitar pick- a blue one with the roman numeral for 9 imprinted on it- and strummed the guitar, the vibrations moving up the strings and tickling his fingers. "Why don't you give that a try- make sure your finger doesn't slip."

The girls in the class all smiled at Demyx. They tried to imitate them the best they could, eager to please. One or two of them messed up on purpose, hoping to be corrected so the teacher's attention would be put on them, if only for a moment. The guys in the class on the other hand, did it correctly. They wanted to get it right the first time.
Zexion resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the obvious admiration of the girls. 'Pitiful...' he thought. He watched how he was supposed to strum the guitar and copied, hoping he did it right. He really didn't want to mess up and have any attention drawn to him in any way.

"Not bad!" Demyx congratulated the class as a whole, although he made one more round-trip to correct some of the girls. "Alright, try it on B..." He held his guitar up a little higher, showing them the proper fingerings.

The girls smiled at Demyx when he came over and helped them.
Zexion could tell they were on the verge of bursting out in a fit of giggles. But he was glad they held it in.
The class watched his fingering and copied.

Demyx nodded approvingly- he liked this class. "Go ahead and try strumming it again, and then try it on C..." He added another fingering, sliding his other hand down the strings and filling the room with music.
He looked up at the clock- almost time to leave for the day. He often wished these classes weren't only 35 minutes long...

The class did as they were told. The girls actually did it correctly this time, figuring they'd be pushing their luck if they kept messing up on purpose. When they were done, they smiled happily at Demyx, wanting to be praised.
Zexion glanced briefly at the clock after he copied the teacher. Almost time to go. It be a relief to get away from the obivous adoration the girls had for the teacher.

Demyx smiled, hearing only one or two sour notes from the entire class. "Fantastic!" He shouted, breifly wondering if he was a little too excited. He glanced once more at the clock- "Oh- look at the time! Sorry guys, school's almost out. Go hang up your guitars, get your bags at the door and head to your buses!" He dismissed them, running a hand absently through his hair. "Good job everyone!"