The melodious nocturne that was his name or at least that was what I preferred to call him. His real name was Demyx well not his real name. But this was the name he had chosen for himself once he joined the organization. Simply put it was an anagram of your original name and then you add an 'x' to it. But then that seems to make Axel's name have no sense at all. Though 'Axel' is just a silly name to begin with. Though where was I? Oh yes Demyx, well no anagram of that name even with the 'x' makes sense, so maybe this name has nothing to do with the old one in the first place. This now looks like I'm ranting, so I'm going to stop and tell Demyx's story how it was and how it always will be.

Demyx; the name didn't make sense nor did it have any real meaning but it was the only thing he could think of and it seemed to stick to him like glue. Very sticky glue, the kind of glue that if you got two of your fingers stuck together you either A) went to the hospital or B) rip off your own skin in attempt to get them separated from one another. So neither in the mood for the hospital or ripping his skin from the rightful position on his body he let the name stay just the way it was.

Then he began to wonder why the heck was it an 'x' that was added to the name? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they were Organization XIII like the 'x' for the Roman numeral 10 because adding an extra 'I' would just be stupid. Well at least I think it would be stupid. Though anyway as I have heard, the nobodies know the life of the person that used to be the body that they now control. Does this necessarily mean the name as well? Even if it doesn't it does and doesn't make sense all at the same time. We know for a fact that Xemnas was once Ansem and Xemnas is an anagram of Ansem, same with Roxas; Sora add an 'x' switch things around and bingo organization name. But it brings up another question 'Do the nobodies have the same gender as the person before them?' As far as we know, yes. Though not only would that make more cameo appearance by other Final Fantasy characters but it brings up the question of crackle and that he is crackle and they both are static….black out.

A teen with blonde hair, spiked bangs and soft green eyes shot out of bed.

"Another dream about it," he announced to no one in particular as he rubbed his forehead. He had been a member of the organization for about a month now, but the dreams wouldn't stop. He kept dreaming about the organization as if watching a poorly funded information program, with the creepy narrator and everything. So far his subconscious mind wasn't as stupid as you would think it was. HE threw the covers off of him and looked around the perfectly white room. He was around eighteen or nineteen or something or other when he was attacked by a heartless and lost. After he awoke he was quite confused and felt an aching emptiness within him. He felt like a brand new person again, and he should because he was. By now he was used to the reflection he saw in the mirror but it was very hard to understand how with no lights in this room it felt like the sun was on every wall and yet he could fall asleep and not see the slightest speck of white through his eyelids. He was currently in his mint green boxers and white muscle shirt. He ran a hand through his hair and placed his feet on the ice cold floor below his white four post bed. He looked up groggily at the white mesh canopy he had hanging above the bed,

"This thing is so girly why do I have it?" He asked himself for about the millionth time that week. He glanced over at the only thing that had color in his room. In the corner to the right of the door was his blue and green sitar. Yes he could make it appear out of nowhere, yes he wouldn't have to carry it around but if he didn't have some array of color in his room he was sure he was going to go crazy. He yawned and began to think about his odd dream as he walking into his (surprise) bleach white bathroom.

"What the heck is Final Fantasy? Man my head is messed up." He spent a little too long under the relaxing massage of the warm water and reluctantly left the humid room into the menacing cold of his main room. He dawned a black hoodie and jeans and didn't even bother to put on shoes or socks and walked out of his room into another prison of white. It almost became a habit for him to walk with his hands in front of himself from running headlong into a wall that he didn't see. He turned a corner and almost got his eye gouged out by a red spike,

"Jesus Axel watch where you're going," he then noticed that Axel was leaning on a wall the entire time, "…or not going." Said nobody pushed himself off of the wall and gave Demyx a once over,

"You look out of it today Demyx, you okay?"

"Wha? Yeah I'm fine just had a weird dream that's all" Axel shrugged,

"Whatever you say, but if you're interested in a little fun-"

"Nothing gay please!"

"What?! No not that, besides you're not my type. Larxene and I were going to get some booze but it won't be an easy find"

Demyx crossed his arms,

"You're stealing it from Siax aren't you?" Axel smiled,

"Where else? Well even if you're not in it for the steal you can at least come and party for a while, Larxene figured out how to play some cool rave music and the walls change color and stuff. Trust me it's worth it. Be there at ten, one zero got it memorize?"

"Yeah sure I'll be there," He said holding his head and waving Axel off. He walked down the corridor and all the way out of their 'home' into the dark city.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked along thinking then he came to the skyscraper and he craned his neck backwards and looked up to the top. He opened a portal behind him and stepped backwards and then he was on top of it, he summoned his sitar and began to strum a few chords. It was a song he had heard but he just couldn't think of where he heard it. He knew the words but he just couldn't stop thinking of it. He kept strumming and the sounds forming were sad yet enchanting and one would just want to move very slowly yet gracefully. He stopped and looked down; his legs were dangling over the edge and then, in the middle of the square was a person in an organization hood. He couldn't tell who it was but knew right away he never saw the person in his life. He stood up, let his sitar dissipate. He opened a portal that was halfway down the face of the tower and let himself go into a freefall. Then as soon as he fell he reappeared in front of the person, he then realized it was a girl. Her cloak was very short with high heeled matching boots that went up to her thighs. Her mid-drift was showing and her top was loose with long sleeves and a hood.

"I believe you are the nobody called Demyx." She said while placing her hand on her hip.

"Who want to know?" The girl then suddenly made two throwing knives appear in her hand,

"I was sent here to kill you."

I'm sorry if this is to terribly short for you. I started writing this last year while in school. I felt the need to post it so you could all see how I spent my time not doing PSSA questions in PSSA learning support. It's a gay class just deal with it

And If you would please review then I would feel the need to continue this little lovely bit