DISCLAIMER - I do not own First Wife's Club or Kingdom hearts or any Final Fantasy or possible Star Ocean characters that I use.

WARNING - Homosexuality

RANT - I'm drunk. Again.

Enjoy?

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Back in the 1950's, the time in which the four of us first met at school during a yearly conference out on the field, it was extremely dangerous to reveal you were gay. But we all knew exactly how we felt and who we were anyway, and somehow were able to sense it in each other as well. Friendship came easily and we each seemed to establish a role among our small group, like an army against the world- and we felt so powerful, it truly was like we could take on every foe and every obstacle like it were nothing. As if we could laugh it off, because we had each other.

Together, the four of us vowed to always be true to our hearts, and we lived our lives exactly thus. We were, as some would call us, the "First Gay Men". Of course, there were plenty of other gay men in the world that existed during and before us... But no one at our college knew them. They stayed hidden rather well.

Perhaps because it was college, and most of the people there were too busy being drunk and stupid to care, but college life wasn't as hard as I had expected it to be once we opened the closet into our world (meaning yes, I wore my favorite pink scarf every day during winter). Mind you, it was no picnic. We had to change dorms to be roomed together, after a fiasco with our runt- Sora's- room mate. Sora's "friend" did NOT like the idea that he was gay, at all. Lamps were thrown, a bed was set on fire... not pretty.

But all the same, besides a few nicks and scratches, we survived. Our heads were held high, our grins were almost big enough to break our faces... and only three of us were there.

"Where's Zexion?" I asked, looking around the room with a slight frown as I noticed our "leader", of sorts, had gone suddenly missing. "I hate when he pulls that disappearing act. I never know when he'll jump out at me..."

"Well, maybe if you were so jumpy all the time!" Sora replied playfully, wriggling his fingers into my sides and making me squeak. I couldn't help it... I was a squeaker. I was easily shy, ticklish, and most of the time very scared.

"Stop it!" Was the laugh I had made, before attacking the brunet back. Oh yes... If someone were new and had no idea about us, they would know now.

"Watch out, you'll hit my lamp if you keep horse playing like that!" Cried a somewhat distressed Marluxia. He was an odd sort of man, always dying his hair from brown to pink. A purplish pink at that, to match his lovely cream skin and lavender-blue eyes. "You break it, you bought it! And that is not cheap!"

Our group breaks down into the very basics of any social gathering. Sora was the runt, because he was small and always energetic. The one to cheer everyone on even when the going got bone-breaking tough (he was also the kind to argue a lot). Our support, really. Zexion was smart, and when he made a decision- he stuck with it to no end. He was our leader. Marluxia was a pretty boy with an expensive taste. Only the latest and the greatest would ever do for this diva. But despite his shallow behavior, he was loyal and caring and acted as the power. The one to jump first.

Me... Well, I was the one who kept them together and in control. When a fight would break loose, and among gay men that is rather often, I would act as a mediator. When anger would flare, as living in such a time with so much homophobia and prejudice, it was impossible to avoid, I would be the one to have the calm voice of reason.

"I'm back." Came a familiar, dark-roasted voice. He smirked and presented a fresh, cold bottle of something that made us all laugh. Champagne. All the play fights and the screaming ended, almost as soon as he announced himself, and the cork was popped. Marluxia always had a abundance of wine glasses around, mainly because holding one in his hand made him feel fancy.

"To graduation!" Sora declared happily.

"To the future!" Marluxia was the happiest I had ever seen him, smiling from ear to ear. Normally, it was a miracle to get him to honestly smile- being such an actor all the time. Today, it wasn't hard at all...

"To our lovers, play mates, and the future husbands we will torture!" I said playfully.

"To us." Zexion said as a last remark, and we clicked all our glasses together gently. "May we keep our hearts open, and may our friendship stay strong. Let's always stay together and never let anything separate us!"

"Cheers!" We chorused, splashing bubbles everywhere as we raised our glasses and drank like straight men. Sloppily, all in a single go, and getting half on our graduation robes.

... All of that was a very long time ago. Despite the promise on graduation, we all ended up going in separate directions... Making new lives, breaking new grounds, and losing each other's phone numbers.

Zexion felt so strongly about our bond, I doubt he ever forgot... And he hadn't. Things were growing hard for all of us, but mainly for him. The love of his life, a young rogue he had met and fell inlove with at college, had decided Zexion no longer looked the way he should. The blunet had wrinkles around his eyes, smile marks above his lips, and many creases on his brow from all his times of scrunching it in thought. An old habit that never died out.

I wasn't there, but I can almost feel the tears that must have welled in his eyes. His lover, his husband, his darling for over twenty good years (the last five sucked) had left him. After gaining fame and fortune using his instrumental talent (as well as a constant funding from Zexion's successful law business, the first branch to have truly open hiring), he decided to move on as soon as Zexion hit forty. And not only did he leave, Demyx- the man's name- also left him for someone many years younger. A tiny waist with a mouth full of injected pout and a willingness to sleep with anyone worth a lot of money was the new fashion accessory for old men, I suppose.

As I said before and I will say again, Zexion was the type to make a decision and stick with it. Once he had chosen his path, the only way to have stopped him was to actually be there in person. But how could any of us be? We hadn't seen each other in so long... Not a letter, no calls, nothing.

I will always regret losing touch so easily.

The blunet was a smart man. I will always believe he knew what he was doing and didn't have any regrets about it. I think he might have even hoped for something, like a renewed spark between the last three of us... Something that would come alive from this and grow so we could be friends again.

All I do know is what I read and hear. Our leader was seen standing at the edge of the balcony of his million dollar condo, which was also nearly fifty floors up... and there, flicking a cigarette he had in hand off to the side to fall wherever, he jumped. Through the sky, practically, he fell. No one else got hurt, but there was almost nothing left of him after he landed.

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Whee. I'm pretty sober now. I sobered up about half-way through... mostly. I'mma get more wine.

Uh, yeah, I know it's really sad. I love DemyxZexion to death, but Zexion's personality just fit too well in this, and so did Demyx. A big rock star leaving his old lover for fresher meat? It's a normal occurrence.

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