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KH - Out to Lunch

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A young girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair nibbled at her sandwich. She was you. Your (e/c) glanced around the café that you were in. Most people were at work, so the café was rather empty. This was why you were the only one to notice the groaning coming from outside. Abandoning your half-eaten sandwich and leaving a tip, you left the café worried about whoever was groaning. You walked a bit before seeing someone in a black cloak with odd looking blond hair. He was crouched over a very large instrument. You recognized it as a sitar, although, it was of an unusual size and design. Walking closer, you see what he is groaning about. The strings of his sitar were scratched and way beyond repair. Walking closer, you wondered briefly how it was damaged. Briefly, because at the moment you stepped closer he snapped around to look at you.

“Hi, is something wrong?” you ask hesitantly.

“Of course there’s something wrong!” he yelled. “The strings are ruined, I don’t know where I can find new ones, and my sitar sounds horrible when I play it!”

“Well, I know a shop where you can get new strings,” you say.

“Really?” his face breaks out into a hopeful grin and you notice that his eyes are a turquoise color. Pretty you think.

“Uh huh, except there’s something I have to do, I just don’t remember what it is,” you say puzzled.

“Oh,” a sad expression replaced his hopeful one. Watching him carefully, your eyes widened. Was he…yes he was! He was pouting, and it was working.

“H..hey, don’t do that, please. I can give you directions there, how about that?” you ask.

“Okay then! Thanks,” he said smiling.

“Well, you have to go straight from here, turn right at the first stop, then left at the next stop. You should find the store right smack in front of you once you’re there,” you say. “By the way, what’s your name?”

Blinking, he said,” It’s Demyx, what’s yours?”

“(y/n),” you reply. “Ugh, there’s something I had to do. What was it?! I gotta go, bye Demyx!”

Demyx stared at your retreating back before poofing his sitar away and following your directions. The store that you had pointed out was rather small, but he could make out instruments through the window. Or, they could have been hanging clothes what with the murky window.

“Whoever owns this place doesn’t really take care of the shop well. I hope that they at least take care of their instruments,” he muttered. He walked toward the door to see that it was closed. A sign hung said in bold, Out to lunch, if not back by five, out to dinner as well.

“What! How am I going to repair my sitar if the store is closed?” he yelled in frustration.

“They’re out to lunch, the store isn’t closed,” a familiar voice said behind Demyx. He whirled around to see the red haired Nobody.

“Axel!” Demyx yelled in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see what was taking you so long. Saix wants you to come back,” he said saying Saix’s name with distaste.

“Yeah, well, you can tell him that I’m not coming back until I get my sitar fixed!” Demyx said stomping his foot.

“Demyx, have you at least finished your mission yet?” Axel asked with an exasperated tone.

“No, I was about to get to it when my sitar’s string broke!” he whined.

“Yeah, well then, let’s go complete it now,” he said. He continued on as he saw that Demyx was about to complain. “Maybe, once we’re finished. That store will be open.”

“Yeah, I guess. I tell them that they’re sending the wrong guy, but do they listen? No!” Demyx complained even more as he walked away.

Axel just shook his head and went after him. Hopefully, once they finish the mission, that store would be open and the blond Nobody would stop his complaining.

***** ***** *****

You were lost, pitifully, and utterly lost. You had been trying to remember what you had forgotten when you had ended up in a part of town that you did not recognize. Now, the most logical thing then was to not panic.

“Ahhh! Where the heck am I?” you yell running around in a circle.

I guess I was too late. You panicked. Well, another piece of advice: don’t run into the trashcan. Bam. Wow, I’m a little late with these. What? You want me to stop altogether? Fine, don’t come to me for help when you’re having another panic attack.

You shook your head free of the trash and picked a banana peel off from your head. Pushing yourself off from the ground, you took a deep breath and wrinkled your nose at the smell. “What was in there anyway?” Looking back at the mess, you decided you didn’t want to know. “Okay, first things first, let’s summarize what’s happened. I was walking around when I got lost. Not unusual, after all, I have a tendency to get lost. I’ve knocked into a trashcan and now I smell. Great, this is so nice.” You throw up your hands in the air in exasperation.

“Think, think, what can I do to get out of this mess?” you say pacing the whole length of the back alley. “Ugh, it’s so hard to think what with this breeze blowing the trash’s stink towards me!” A light bulb appears above your head as you have a great idea. “Hey! What’s with the sudden brightness?” You look up; squinting your eyes as you do so. You reached up to yank the cord and then turn off the light. Suddenly, with no light, the light bulb fell to the ground and shattered. You jumped away and looked at the shattered remains of the light bulb in disbelief. “Odd,” you murmur. “Anyway, aside from the fact that you should not turn off the light from an idea bulb. A breeze or any kind of wind usually means a way out. I’ll just follow the direction from which the wind is blowing and get out!”

You walk through the alley enjoying the feeling of a slight breeze in your (h/c) hair. It may not be much of a breeze, but it was something. Especially the fact that it was summer. Always hot, never a cloud in sight. Sometimes you hated the city you lived in, but it wasn’t as if you could move. You had no where else to go, and it wasn’t like there were other worlds out there for you to explore. Not that you wouldn’t want to do that. You were the type of girl to go on adventures and in a small town like yours didn’t have much to adventure. The only remote source of adventure things you could do was get lost. Not that you did that intentionally, it just happened.

Anyway, as it turned out. There was a desert next to your town. Go figure.  You walked around a bit exploring the area. “I wonder if it rains out here?” you shrug and walk farther into the desert.

You were closing your eyes trying to ignore the heat when you fell. As you fell you thought you were headed for sand, so you kept your eyes shut and held your breath so none of the sand would be breathed in. Imagine your surprise when instead of feeling hot, burning sand; you felt cool, gentle water. Sitting up, you shook your head and looked around to see an oasis.  The cool water felt soothing to your skin as you floated on the water. What an oasis was doing there, you had no idea, but it was good all the same. There was even a shade there that wasn’t there before.

Startled, you flailed in the water and looked up to see a somewhat familiar face. His cerulean eyes seemed to be mocking you.

“Hi, aren’t you supposed to be wearing a swimsuit if you’re going swimming,” he asked.

“Demyx, it’s hot out, I’m lost, and I get easily irritated when there’s the sun beating down on me!” you yelled. You then noticed a spiky-haired red head next to Demyx. “Hey, who’re you?”

“Well, the name’s Axel. Got it memorized?” he asked with a smirk.

You grinned at him, or up at him seeing as the oasis was lower than the ground which they were standing on. “I’m (y/n). Got it memorized?” you mocked.

He playfully glared at you for your comment. “Hey, that’s my saying. You don’t use it. The author doesn’t use it either, only me.”

“Um, Axel, why are you putting in the author?” Demyx asked confused.

“I’m giving her the basics, can’t let her write without knowing the guidelines right?” Axel replied.

The authoress walks out of a portal of darkness glaring at Axel. “Axel! I told you, follow the script. Don’t go off and improvise!” With that said she glared at him once more and walked backwards into her portal.

“Weird,” Demyx muttered.

Axel shrugged, and said, “Whatever.”

“So what are you two doing here? Did you get a new string for your sitar yet Demyx?” you ask getting out of the water.

Demyx started to reply when his eyes trailed down and went huge. Axel simply smirked. You blink and looked down as well. Immediately your face turned red and you placed your arms over your chest. Your shirt was relatively thin to begin with, and being in the water made it stick to you like a second skin. Did I also mention that the shirt you were wearing was white? Well, now I did.

“Here,” Demyx said handing you his black cloak. His back was turned as he did so. You saw that he wore loose navy pants and a black shirt that fitted snugly to him.

Lightly blushing now, you took it and slipped it on. It was a little big for you, but at least it covered your body. “Oh wait, Demyx, I’ll get it wet.”

“It’s wet already isn’t it?” Axel said his smirk still situated on his face.

“Shut up Axel!” you yelled.

“Make me,” he taunted.

“Maybe I will,” you said lifting up your fist in emphasis.

“Bring it on,” he said putting his hands to his side as if he was going to pull something from his cloak.

“Hey Axel, I don’t think you should fight. We still have a mission to do remember?” Demyx said trying to stop them from fighting.

“Right, how about we have our little bout another time. Like when you’re dry,” Axel said snidely.

“Fine, all this water on me would probably only make you lose even more badly,” you snap. “Wait, what do you mean by mission?”

“Er, it’s nothing. We just have to go check something out that’s all,” Demyx said with a nervous tone.

“Then kill it,” Axel muttered.

“Axel! You’re not supposed to tell her!” Demyx exclaimed.

“Kill? What are you trying to kill?” you asked looking a little ways behind them.

Demyx glanced at Axel to see what he would say.

“Well, have you seen anything strange lately?” he asked.

“What kind of strange thing?” you ask. “Like out of this world strange?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “Have you seen anything like that?”

You kept staring behind them and said, “Sure, quickly move over here and you’ll see.”

They both gave you a look of confusion before jumping towards you as a claw from some huge monster swung where they once were. “Is that what you’re trying to kill?” you asked them as you got into a fighting stance.

“Yeah,” Demyx muttered staring up at the monster. It was as mentioned before rather large. It sort of looked like some kind of mix between a lion and a something or other in the front. Instead of front paws it had as aforementioned, claws. Its head was massive with a huge horn atop its head. You could see that there was a symbol on its chest. A heart that was x’ed out.

“What is that?” you ask.

“It’s a heartless. We’ll explain more later, right now, if you can’t fight. Move out of the way!” Axel yelled as the claw of the heartless swung again.

You nodded and leaped out of the way with a back flip over the claw. You heard something like a missile and looked up. You let instinct take over and leaped again as yellow dart-like energy spikes hit where you once were. You were pretty good at dodging, but dodging wasn’t going to kill this thing. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Demyx and Axel had both pulled out weapons from somewhere. You weren’t sure from where, but that didn’t matter as long as they had something to destroy the thing, heartless, whatever. You noticed that Axel had these red circle thingies, you weren’t sure what they were, but whatever it was worked pretty well as it cut into the heartless. You briefly notice in your dodging that his weapons were enveloped in fire. You’d ask him later. Hearing a horrible noise, you look to the side to see Demyx with his sitar from before. He was trying to play it; although what he was doing playing music at time like this you weren’t sure.

“Demyx! What are you doing playing that now?! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” you yelled at him. You leaped into the air as the heartless’ claw tried to swipe at you again. Your eyes widened as you noticed water replica’s of his sitar appear and attack the heartless. They didn’t seem that solid as they collapsed before even getting to the heartless. Dodging various attacks from the heartless you ran to Demyx. “What was that?” you ask.

“I’ll tell you later, (y/n) you should run. I’m not of much use now, with my sitar not working,” he said watching the heartless in case it came too close.

“No, I’m going to help you guys. It doesn’t look like Axel could do it by himself anyway. I just need a weapon,” you said your eyes shining brightly in amusement. “A long string or two of some sort would be nice. Except, where are we going to find that out here?”

“Um, wait, the strings broken, but would the strings from my sitar work?” Demyx asked looked forlornly at his sitar.

“Yes, that should work nicely,” you say fishing out of your pocket two handkerchiefs.

He takes two of the strings off and hands them to you. Taking them you loop the end of one string around a ring that you had exactly for stringing instruments and held the end in your hand with a handkerchief. You did the same with your other hand deftly, so well used to doing this that you didn’t falter. You flicked your wrists and gave a grin as they snapped at the air. Giving a nod to Demyx you ran to join the fight.

You had the strings coiled up in your hands as you ran. You heard a grunt from Axel as the heartless threw him into a rock. Its claw rose to strike him into oblivion. You let go of the coils and flicked them at the arm of the heartless. You gave a smirk as both strings coiled around its arm. The heartless’ horned head complete with an ugly looking maw, turned to look at you. You smiled insanely at it as you wordlessly pulled your strings back. It gave an inhumane scream as its arm was diced into pieces. Before it even reached the ground though it dissipated into shadow or some kind of substance like that.  You looked in amazement as the rest of the heartless wobbled unsteadily on its feet.

“(y/n), it’s not dead yet! Look at it’s arm!” Axel yelled as he got up painfully from his fall.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the stump of it’s arm. Right before your eyes it was regenerating. “How are we supposed to kill this thing if it’s gonna just heal itself once we attack it?” you yelled.

“It’s horn, the magic is in it’s horn. You’re going to have destroy it if you want to destroy the heartless,” Demyx yelled.

“Thanks Demyx!” you yelled as you ran around it trying to reach it’s back. It kept moving sideways and attacking you.

“Hey, look over here you ugly!” you heard Demyx yell. You looked back to see that he was trying to get it’s attention to help you. The giant heartless fell for the bait and went after Demyx.

You got your distraction, so you ran straight for it’s back. You crouched a bit as you ran, and then leaped up onto the heartless. You stumbled a bit as you landed on the heartless’ back. It gave a growl as it felt you on it. Knowing that you didn’t have a lot of time before it threw you off. You swung your whip-like strings at the horn and gave a satisfied smirk as it wrapped around. You bit your lip and hoped that the string would go through the hard sinew of the horn. A sudden movement from the heartless surprised you causing you to lose one of your handkerchiefs. Ignoring the fact that the string would probably hurt you, you pulled and bit back a cry as the string bit into your tender flesh. You gave another tug even as bright red blood ran down the string, this time you let out a soft cry as it cut you even deeper. Fortunately, the horn broke at the second tug and the heartless started to dissipate as it’s arm had. There was nothing for you to leap off of and you fell. You dropped both strings as you did so, and it untwined from your rings. Before you could smash into the ground though, Demyx leaped up to catch you.

He landed and set you down gently. “That was amazing, where’d you learn to do that?” he asked you. His eye widened as he noticed the blood dripping down your hand. He noticed a handkerchief that you had dropped and picked it up. He dusted it off a bit before taking your hand wrapping it in the fabric. He tied it tightly and gave you back your hand. You cradled your hand to your chest, and muttered a thank you to him.

“To answer your question Demyx, I learned that from a friend of mine. I used to string instruments all the time because I helped her with fixing up these broken instruments. We had so much left over string afterward that we didn’t know what to do with it. Back then, we were living in this really bad neighborhood. There were these mean looking dogs, actually, now that I think about it. They looked sort of like that heartless back there, the symbol thingy or whatever on its chest. Hm, maybe they were. I don’t know, but me and her would use the string like a whip and scare the dogs, or whatever they were. If they didn’t back off, we’d usually find some other way to scare them,” you explained your eyes closed reminiscing.

“You say back then, what happened to make you move?” Axel asked.

You opened your eyes and gave a wry grin that didn’t reach your eyes. “One of the creatures killed her, I remember hearing her scream as it tore into her and before my eyes it took her heart. Heartless are those without hearts right? So, I guess they were heartless. I moved then. There wasn’t anything I needed in that place so I just left. Really, she was the only reason I stayed there.” Sighing, you said, “You two said that you would explain everything once it was over, I’d like an explanation.”

“Well, you know that heartless have no hearts and they seek after the hearts of others right?” you gave a nod and Axel continued. “Well, when someone loses their heart, they become a heartless themselves, but the body they leave behind has to end up somewhere. The body and soul becomes a Nobody. Like the heartless, they have no hearts, but that’s where the similarities end. Nobodies are smarter than the heartless, and if the person had a strong will, they would come back to life as a nobody. Nobodies aren’t supposed to exist (y/n), some of them may look human, but they aren’t in the way that a human is. Human’s have emotions, we don’t.”

“What? You mean, that you can’t feel, but then what about how you acted before?” you shout bewildered.

“That was all it was, an act,” Axel said.

You glance at Demyx to see if what Axel said was true. You saw that he wasn’t looking at you, and you knew that he wasn’t lying. Inside you were hurt that they had pretended that way to you, but you knew that there was logic behind it. If you were emotionless while going through a populated place, people would be suspicious. You didn’t want to show your pain more than you already had, so you changed the subject. “I sort of lost your strings Demyx, is it alright if I buy you new ones in replace?” you ask.

He blinked and looked at you before nodding. “It was already broken already. I don’t know if they’ve opened though.”

“Even if they’re not, I’ll go find the owner and demand them to open up,” you say cheerily to them.

He smiled at you and said, “Okay, but I think we owe you something too. You did save us after all.”

“You owe me dinner then. I’m starving, I haven’t eaten since lunch and that was only half of a sandwich,” you complain walking off in a random direction.

“Yo wrong direction. You live in this town and you don’t know your way around?” Axel asked with a familiar smirk on his face.

Resisting the urge to slap him you say, “I have a bad sense of direction okay, if you know the way back why don’t you show us?”

“Fine, you better keep up, wouldn’t want you to get lost,” he said and snickered.


A half hour later, you weren’t sure; you didn’t have a watch on hand. You, Axel, and Demyx arrived back in town. “Before we go to the store, do you think that we can stop by my house? I need to fix my hand up,” you ask holding up your hand that was injured. You knew that it wasn’t bleeding as much as before, but the blood had already seeped through the handkerchief.


“Sure, it could get infected if you leave it like that,” Demyx said in a concerned voice.

Smiling at him, you led the way to your place. As you stopped in front of your house you heard Demyx gasp. Turning around to look at him, you notice that he had a surprised look on his face and he was openly gaping at the sign hanging from your house.

“This is your house?” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s big huh?” you say.

“You call this big?” Axel asked.

“Well, it’s not wide, but it makes up for that in height,” you say.

“You’re the owner of this music store?” Demyx asked his cerulean eyes glaring at you.

Taken aback you say, “Yeah, why Demyx?”

“Heh, you not only have a lousy sense of direction, you’re also forgetful?” Axel asked with a grin.

You look at him confused then turned back to stare at your house. Then you remember that you were also the owner of that particular store and that you were supposed to have been back after you ate lunch. “Oops, sorry Demyx. I guess I forgot that I owned this place.” You bet that if he was able to feel, he’d probably be twitching at your idiocy.

“How do you manage to survive day by day?” Demyx asked.

Blinking at the absurdity of his question you say, “I survive, sometimes it gets lonely but I survive. Referring to our agreement before, the repair of your sitar is on the house.” You open the door and reach behind the door to grab the sign off. “Come on in; pick any string you want Demyx!”

He nods and goes in while muttering about how he could have repaired his sitar so much earlier if you hadn’t been such an airhead. Your eyes widened as you heard that and pretended that you had heard wrong. Demyx wasn’t that mean, was he?

Axel came in after him and you closed the door. You turned on the lights and walked up the stairs to go get the first aid kit that you had. You went into the bathroom and struggled to take the handkerchief with only one hand.

Suddenly, a pair of hands helped you remove it. Leaning your head back you saw Demyx staring at you. Without saying anything, he gently washed your hands with water and sprayed the bottle of antiseptic onto your cut. He then took a bandage roll, but told you to lay out your hand first. You tried to, but hissed as pain arched up from your hand. He murmured a sorry, and pushed your fingers back even more. Quickly, he deftly wrapped the roll around your hand and secured it once he felt it was tight enough. “There, now it shouldn’t get infected,” he said patting the top of your hand.

You smiled at him and said, “Thanks again Demyx, I really appreciate all you’ve done for me today.”

“It’s nothing. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my being a Nobody. I didn’t want to tell you, for obvious reasons. But, there is something I want to tell you,” he said.

Looking at him puzzled you ask, “What is it?”

“(y/n) even if Nobodies can’t feel there are sometimes exceptions to the rule. I’m not sure what it is, but I can feel a slight bit when I’m around you. It’s as if I have emotions, even if it’s only a little bit,” he said and you noticed with wide eyes that he had a faint, but telltale red coloring in his cheeks.

“Demyx, you’re blushing,” you whisper.

“So what!” he pouted.

“Nothing, I just think it looks cute is all,” you say with a small blush of your own.

He just grinned at you. A serious look crossed into his face as he said, “I’m going to have to leave after I treat you to dinner. There’s some business I have to handle elsewhere. Can I come back to visit you though?”

You smiled brightly at the look he presented to you. The classic puppy dog eyes look complete with a pout. How could you not say yes to that? “I’d be hurt if you didn’t.”

He dropped the look and gave you cheerful grin instead. “Good, because I was going to come back whether you wanted me to or not.” Ignoring your shocked look, he took your uninjured hand in his and pulled you out of the bathroom. “C’mon! Axel left already; we can have our dinner to ourselves!”

You laugh and allow him to drag you to your kitchen. “Demyx?” you ask.

“I’ll cook for you, that way, this’ll serve as a way for you to remember me,” he said teasing you about the fact that you weren’t always good at remembering things.

“Don’t worry Demyx, I don’t think I can ever forget you,” you say and walk over to the sofa to sit down. It was in view of the kitchen, so you were able to watch him. He looked pretty at ease in there, even though he seemed to be a musician, not that you had heard him play anything good yet. Speaking of music, you saw his sitar by the wall and noticed that it was stringed and not a scratch was on it. Hm, apparently he was a very good musician if he was able to string it in that amount of time. He finished cooking and you helped him set the table. The menu looked extravagant. There were exequiste cuisines, scrumptious looking dishes and lovely drinks to boot. “Demyx, this is amazing. Where’d you learn to cook all this?”

“Before I was a Nobody,” he said.

“Oh,” you said,

“Enjoy though, remember, I want to make this dinner memorable,” he said trying to get your mind off the subject.

“Okay then, even if I get amnesia or something, I don’t think I’ll be able to forget this,” you say in awe.

He smiled at you and then his smile turned into wicked grin. He picked up his spoon and walked over to you.

“Demyx, what are going to do with that?” you ask following the path of the spoon as it scooped up the food in your bowl and headed for your mouth.

“I’m feeding you, your hand is injured and I don’t want you to strain it so open wide,” he said enjoying this immensely.

You agreed with his logic reluctantly and opened your mouth. Something was placed in your mouth; you weren’t sure whatever it was, tasted spectacular. As soon as the tidbit was in your mouth it released lovely flavors and practically melted in your mouth.  Once he saw you were done, he placed another piece of food in your mouth and the rollercoaster of flavor started off again. This continued on for awhile until you noticed that he was only feeding you, not himself.

“Hey Demyx, I know that you can’t feel emotions, but that doesn’t mean you can’t taste food right?” you ask.

“No, but I told you I want to make this memorable for you. It’s not going to be if you’re not pampered the whole way right?” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, but I refuse to eat another bite unless you have some yourself,” you say stubbornly.

“Fine,” he then did something you thought that only Axel would do, and that you hadn’t thought possible because of his being a Nobody. He pressed his lips against your own and slipped his tongue into your mouth. Seeing as how this was your first kiss, you shyly responded. A bit later he stopped and pulled away from you, the only hint that he felt the tiniest bit was the fact that he had a small tint of red on his face. Your was brighter, much brighter, a sort of tomato like color.

“Demyx?” you asked confused.

“You wanted me to have some, I just tasted it, and your mouth while I was at it,” he said.

Was it possible for your face to get any redder, who know, but you were. He grinned at your reaction and continued to spoon feed you.


It was late at night and you were rather sleepy. Except you refused to sleep not wanting to go to sleep and not see Demyx go.

“(y/n), you should get to bed. Didn’t you say that you have early work tomorrow?” Demyx asked.

“Noooo,” you drawled out as a yawn escaped you.

“Well, if you won’t get to sleep then I guess I’ll have to make you,” he said picking up his sitar.

Blinking, you pull your knees close to yourself and hugged them. It was uncomfortable this way, but at least you would stay away. Suddenly a soft lilting sound reached your ears as you turned your head to look at Demyx. He was playing his sitar in a most relaxing way. The music flowed smoothly from his sitar and your eyes drooped as your knees spread out. You struggled to stay awake, but lost as a few minutes later you were lost in the lands of dreams.

Demyx smiled at you and placed a blanket that he had found over you. “Goodnight (y/n), I’ll see you again.” He stooped down and placed a feathery kiss upon your forehead before walking backwards into a portal of darkness.


Bright sunlight streamed out of your window, and you slowly awoke. As the past events were recalled into your mind you shot up from the sofa and looked around. Demyx was no where in site, but there was a note on your table.

This isn’t the last time we’ll see each other as I said before, so don’t act as if I’m gone forever. Maybe when I come next time, I’ll bring you a gift. But until then, I think you’ll last with what I put into your music room on your piano. I think you should practice with them; Axel will probably want to challenge you when he sees you again. Until we see each other again, think of me.

Demyx

You smiled at the content of the note and rushed up to your music room. Just as he said, on your piano was a gift. As you walked closer, you notice that it was a pair of thin string like whips. A wicked grin came onto your lips and picked up the handle of the whips. You were sure to remember Demyx and everything else yesterday, but you were also sure to remember to teach Axel why he shouldn’t make fun of you. Hm, maybe you could head into the desert daily to see if any heartless were about. It would be good training after all. Or, maybe you should get the shop ready to open you thought in a panic as you saw the face of a clock. You left the room rushing again, only this time you were heading towards the bathroom to take a shower.

In the corner of the room that you had previously occupied. A sandy blonde haired person smiled and disappeared through a portal again.
Okay, so I'm going to put up all of my fanfics on here. This one is obviously from Kingdom Hearts starring Demyx.

Tell me what you think of it!

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IShadowstarI's avatar
Its amasing. love the music string whips^^