Wonderful

Psycho Rooster

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When Zexion had initially agreed to help Roxas with his 'Wonderland Cafe' project for the school's annual carnival, he'd been under the assumption that a 'maitre'd', was to be dressed primly in a suit and seat the students with as much finesse as possible.

Much to Zexion's dismay, however, Marluxia was employed by Roxas as their project coordinator.

Maluxia shoved the clothing box from 'Party Central!' into his reluctant arms, a desperate look growing on his tanned features. His hair - normally tied back to keep it out of the way- was becoming frazzled from the effort it was taking to get everyone in costume before the carnival opened. "Just put it on, Zex. Its not like you're the only one who's wearing a costume. This is a scenic project. Don't you want our class to get out early on Fridays?" Oh yes, The 'reward' for raking in the most cash happened to be something that every student in the school would be scrambling to achieve.

Every student, that is, except for Zexion.

He sniffed in disdain, nose picking up the scent of clean linen that permeated from the box. His thumbs tucked under the lid, easing it open. "Marluxia, I'm afraid you've given me Larxene's costume." He murmured softly, a feeling of heat coming to his cheeks at the sight of white and blue lace inside the box.

"Are you kidding me?!" Marluxia shrieked, grabbing the box and wrenching the lid off. In an instant, however, his shoulders slacked when he caught sight of the contents. He handed the package back to Zexion with a relieved smile. "No, no. This is your costume. Larxene is going to be the Queen of Hearts, you're Alice."

Zexion felt his stomach bottom out, fingers grasping the costume box and pulling it back towards himself. "Excuse me?" He croaked, feeling the color in his face drain significantly. No matter how horrifying the concept of crossdressing was to the vertically challenged freshman, Zexion was well aware that when one made a deal with Roxas, they did not back out. There was a reason that Xigbar now wore a very spiffy looking eyepatch to school.

Marluxia flipped a few stray locks of rose-colored hair over his shoulder, giving the box a gentle shove so that Zexion had to stumble back with his package. "You heard me. Roxas and I both agree that you're the only one in our class that could even fit properly into that costume. Other than Larxene, who's our Queen of Hearts, there was Namine, but she's supposed to be the Dormouse. It has to be you! All of the other girls don't have enough... umph.. for it." Having made a small sound effect for his explanation, Marluxia jerked his hips forward in a thrusting motion to accompany the noise.

Zexion pursed his lips, eyes alight with embarrassed anger when his classmate gave him a tender pat on the shoulder. He forced Zexion to turn, hands shoving the dark-haired boy in the direction of the bathrooms. "Come on now, you're the Maitre'd, we need you to be ready before this whole thing starts."

Zexion walked to the restrooms like a man condemned, pushing the door open with a scowl and ignoring the black and green checkers that coated the walls. Where graffiti wasn't evident, of course

He could hear shuffling from one of the stalls, Demyx's voice cursing up a storm as he apparently tripped over himself. "A tail?! How does a TAIL help me wait tables?" His blond classmate hissed. The door shut quietly behind Zexion and the shuffling stopped.

"Hey- who's out there?" Ignoring the Junior's questioning chirp, Zexion stomped into the handicap stall, locking the door behind himself. He looked down at the plain white box with disdain, upper lip curling back into a snarl.

"This is ridiculous." He hissed, trying to ignore the acrid scent of stale urine and disenfectant that seemed to radiate from each stall.

"Hey Zexy! We were wondering where you were! Did Marly give you you're costume? He wouldn't tell me what it was. Are you the little teacup mouse? I can see you getting drunk on tea, though I think that only happened in the Disney version..." As the blond began to blather onto himself about the differences between the Disney film and the actual book, Zexion set the costume box on the toilet seat.

"Demyx, could you please refrain from sounding even more like an imbecile? Marluxia did not give me any form of an animal costume." He fiddled with his belt buckle, toeing off his tattered converse sneakers and scowling when Demyx gave a sad sigh, fabric rustling from the blond's stall.

"You would have made a cute mouse." He mourned. Zexion rolled his eyes, pants falling down to the bathroom floor. Zexion lifted them up, folding and placing the pants on the edge of the sink not a moment later. He repeated the process with his shirt and jacket, pulling off the odd trinkets that accessorised his wrists until he was left in nothing but his plain lavender boxer briefs. He pulled the lid off the box, sneering at the costume and pulling it out for examination when a slip of baby blue fabric fell out and fluttered to the tile.

"Panties?!" He hissed -- far too loudly for his own taste -- staring at the offending fabric with horror.

"Panties? You're costume is a pair of panties? What color?" He looked to see a shock of blond hair trying to peer over the top of the stall and snatched up the underwear, throwing it over the barrier and landing it neatly on Demyx's head of unruly hair.

"I am not wearing panties, fool!" He turned back to the dress, scowling and closing his eyes. It took the slate haired boy a few moments of steeling himself before he was able to get over his dread, fiddling with the zipper and stepping into it. The fabric was soft against his skin, tight to his body enough that Zexion had a bit of difficulty with zipping the back up past his shoulder blades.

"This is incomprehensibly ridiculous." He growled, fingers clawing to try and zip the dress up completely and admitting defeat a few moments later. He reached into the box to grab the necklace and hair band, placing them on top of his clothes. There was another bit of fabric in the box, which Zexion pulled out to discover it to be plain white apron. He struggled with it for a moment before getting it around his stomach, the back a sloppy knot. There was a set of plain blue slippers and white socks in the bottom of the box, and he pulled off his own striped socks to replace them with the provided ones. His toes pinched the tips of the shoes slightly and the dress swished with each movement that Zexion made, his thin legs erupting into goosebumps.

Demyx, on the other side of the stall, was whining impatiently. "Hurry up, Zexy! I wanna see your costume!" Zexion could see a pair of pink and purple boots shuffling around near his stall, and batted away the curiosity that came with the sight.

"You'll see it eventually, now go away!" He reached for the necklace, clasping it around his throat and tugging at the way it fit snugly over his adam's apple. The hair band was next, and he fiddled with his hair for a good minute before finding himself satisfied with the results.His hands pressed against the front of the apron, smoothing out the creases in the dress and ajusting the stomach band.

"Are you done yet?"

"Shut UP, Demyx!" Zexion snapped, moving to stuff all of his belongings into the provided box, forcing the lid onto it and hugging the package to his chest. He stepped for the door, eyes narrowing.

"I swear to Hyne, Demyx. Not a word from you." He snarled, reaching out to unlock the stall and push the door open, dress riding up his thighs and falling again with each step he took.

The look of shock on Demyx's face may have made the situation worth the humiliation that he was currently suffering. The blond was bedecked in some pseudo Cheshire Cat outfit, complete with fake ears and tail, his entire body covered in the ridiculous stripes.

The blue messenger bag that had been slung over Demyx's shoulder fell to the ground with a soft 'thump'. A few seconds passed, and the creeping grin on Demyx's face was far to befitting of his costume's namesake for Zexion to comfortably walk past the older student and escape the bathroom.

Demyx held up the panties that were clutched in his hand and Zexion felt himself becoming unbearably flustered, putting the box down none-too-gently and making a grab for the slip of fabric. Demyx, however, pulled his hand high out of reach and their chests bumped together before Zexion huffed and whirled around with the intent of retrieving his clothes.

Demyx, however, had other plans, and grabbed Zexion's wrist to tug the freshman back to himself. "What's the rush? We've still got twenty minutes before the carnival opens."

Zexion reached behind himself to fiddle with the apron's tie, glancing away with disinterest. "We have to set up the table numbers." He mumbled, swallowing the noise of surprise that wanted to bubble forth when a warm hand cupped his cheek, fingers flicking away the fringe of hair that so often covered part of his face.

"I'm sure they can do it on their own." Demyx purred, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "You look good- blue suits you, its a great color." He stepped forward, leaving the space between them too little for Zexion to be comfortable. The shorter boy's breath seemed to escape him when Demyx's head ducked down, mouth ghosting over the choker that was wrapped around Zexion's throat.

"We should have carnivals like this more often." Demyx mumbled against Zexion's adam's apple, kissing softly when it bobbed from the nervous swallow that the petite freshman gave. Zexion was far too accustomed to Demyx's random spurts of sexual advances, knowing that the more he struggled, the far more precarious that their positions would become. He remained still, regretting having left the small container of mace in the back pocket of his jeans. It would have made a nice threat.

"Demyx." Zexion muttered in warning. He felt the blond's other hand slide along his chest before pausing along his hip, toying with the apron.

"Mmh?" Demyx hummed, lips brushing up Zexion's neck and dancing across his cleanshaven jaw. Zexion clenched his teeth against the coil of heat in his gut, trying to still his choppy breathing.

"Demyx! Zexion!" Roxas's voice shrieked from outside of the bathroom. Zexion barely had time to leap away from his captor and stumble for his box of clothes when the door was kicked open and a very displeased March Hare stared them down, his drawn-on whiskers far too menacing for Zexion's liking.

Roxas snarled. "Quit screwing around! I am NOT going through all of this to have the Cheshire Cat decide that he DOESN'T like PUSSY and completely RUIN my cafe because he wants to get his TAIL in ALICE'S PANTIES." The bathroom door swung shut as Roxas stomped off with a warning of 'GET OUT HERE' echoing down the halls.

Zexion cleared his throat, face heating up furiously as he brushed past Demyx and felt a hand tap lovingly against his backside in the process. He whirled around, glaring at the smirking blond and leaving the bathroom in a flurry of dress and lace.