Welcome, one and all, to my first work on FanFiction, about my absolutely favourite Organization member. Before people start nit-picking, saying 'This doesn't happen in the game!' and crap, I want to say this happens in my own little Kindom Hearts universe. Please, read everything on the page, even the little notes at the bottom I put as a desperte plea for attention. Now, if you will, carry on...

Myde stared out over his home, the Destiny Islands. People always told him he should be grateful he lived in such a wonderful place, but he failed to see what was so special about it. Kids were laughing and playing, teenagers were being… well, teenagerish, and adults nattering away. Just like every other day. He sighed. Everything was so boring nowadays.

"Is a little excitement too much to ask for?" he asked himself. He smoothed back his oak brown hair, spiking it up slightly at the back. He grabbed his music player, put in the headphones, picked up his bag, and made for downstairs.

Myde couldn't exactly be called a normal teenager. He didn't fit into a particular group. He didn't get grades good enough to hang out with the nerds, but they were too good for him to fit in with the bullies. He was too well raised for the slobs, but too cool for the snobs. So, he usually went to the beach, to his favourite spot, a haven for a sixteen year old such as himself, along with his best friend: his music. He couldn't understand why nobody else shared his love of music. It always had a sympathetic ear to lend him, or could calm him down better than his mom when he was angry. He conceived, wrote and sang his own music, with his pure, angelic voice. And so, almost every day, he would wander down to the beach, nestle himself between two palm trees, grab a pad and pen, and compose brilliant songs, for his ears only.

He passed through the kitchen to reach the back door. Unfortunately, he was too slow to avoid his mom.

"And where do you think you're going, young man?" She snapped at him, annoyed.

"Out," he mumbled back, his thoughts elsewhere.

"Excuse me?"

"Out!" he screamed, too annoyed for words, "God, mom, piss off and go baby Aria for a bit! For all you know she could be sticking her fingers in a socket right now! Jesus…" and he stormed out, leaving shouts of, "Watch your language with me!" behind.

'Why does everyone pick on me?' he thought to himself, cranking the volume up to full and adding a bit of harmony to the chorus of his favorite song. Surely his mom had to pay more attention to Aria, his younger sister, than to him. As he reached his spot, he threw himself onto the trees, making leaves float down around his head. He blew them away with a single movement of his lips, drew out his weapon; the mighty ballpoint pen, with his valiant shield of paper, and attempted to finish off his latest work. The seagulls were crying out overhead, the ocean was gently lapping over the golden sand, and there wasn't another soul for miles around. For Myde, everything was right with the worlds.

He didn't realize he had been there for so long. When he looked up from his paper, only a slither of sun was visible between sea and black, inky sky. No lights were visible in the city.

"Might as well head home then," he breathed to himself. He reluctantly pried himself off the trees, stuffed his things in his bag, and strolled off, quietly humming the bridge of his completed masterpiece.

The streetlights were just flickering into existence. Shadows were overtaking the sidewalks, and Myde wasn't even halfway home. His black tee shirt was blending in with his surroundings, and his pale green shorts were fading against the vast expanses of black. And yet, he didn't feel completely safe. What was it his mom had said to him?

"Be sure to get home before dark. The Neoshadows come out at night, and there's no telling what the could do." Pffff. Yeah, right. Like some lousy black creature was going to creep up on him without him noticing.

Suddenly, he froze in his tracks. The air around him had become chilly. The streetlights suddenly flickered. His watery blue eyes just stood out amidst the black plains that were constantly expanding around him. He felt something hot against the back of his neck, and span around on one foot. Three pairs of neon yellow eyes were staring out at him. Neoshadows.

He ran as fast as he could, but the creatures were fast. He tried to lose them by going round corners, but they just jumped over walls, forever closing the gap. Myde was fast running out of breath, but he just kept going. He looked over his shoulder as he ran, trying to get just five seconds difference between him and the black forms. He was too preoccupied with getting away, however, and he failed to see the solid brick wall.

Stars were spinning round his head, and his mind was disorientated. He was soon seeing straight, but it was too late. The creatures had him pinned in, with no chance of escape. He didn't care what they did. He just wanted it to be over quickly. The Neoshadows were standing over him, thin threads of blood coloured drool coming out of their non-existent jaws.

'Mom. Aria.' He'd never see them again. He hoped they were okay. He could feel cold fingers pressing against his chest.

It was over quick enough. Myde… was gone.

Well, that's the first instalment of a series of many. I have lots in plan for him, so there will never be a dull moment, I hope. Read & Review, as I love feedback. Yes, Demyx is going to fall in 'love', but to who exactly, I'm going to keep to my empty chest. Two hints: it is a made up character, and it is a girl. Demyx is NOT GAY. IF ANYONE SAYS HE IS, I WILL STAB THEM WITH A PENCIL. A VERY SHARP PENCIL. AND IT WILL HURT. Keep reading, please!

Axira.