A/N: The first chapter of "Legacy"! I hope you enjoy it! I'm really excited to have this one started, the sooner it starts, the sooner I can write more and tie up all of the loose ends the last one left for us! Enjoy!

A blonde boy and a blue haired girl ran across the sands of a beach, barefoot. Their laughter filled the warm, still air. The ocean scraped the shore in a gentle caress and everything seemed right. Oh, how deceiving looks can be.

The girl's feet hit with little thuds as the boy called after her, "Blaise!" He laughed.

She ran giggling, "You're never going to catch me!" Her eyes fixed on the sand in front of her. She felt her feet slip out from under her and she fell to the sand. She hurt a little bit, but not much, not enough to cry or even really complain. She just close her eyes and inhaled the scent a little.

The boy rushed over to her, holding out his hand, "Blaise, are you okay?"

She smiled, "The sand is warm." He laughed and sat next to her. She rolled on to her back and smiled, looking up to the sky. The boy looked up, too.

"Hey," She looked to him, "Madoka?"

"Yeah?" He answered.

"What happened to your mummy and daddy?"

"I don't know." He said blankly, pondering the subject. "I just know that they couldn't keep me."

"Maybe I can ask daddy." She said innocently, standing up. "I'll be back." She smiled and rushed off. Madoka sat quietly in the sand.

...

"Daddy?" Blaise asked, walking into an odd shack-like building. It had three bedrooms, two upstairs and one down. Namine had stayed in one of the upstairs bedrooms until she was brutally murdered by her sister when Blaise and Madoka were too young to remember it. Now that room was unoccupied. They hadn't wanted to put the children in there because of the weight it had on them.

Besides, the other bedroom was very big, and took up most of the right side upstairs of the house. The downstairs bedroom was occupied by Axel and Xembar, because the walls were much thicker in that room. Axel had wanted the room with thicker walls to block noises that were, well- expected- of the two from entering the other rooms. He'd hate to have to explain why Xembar was screaming his name in the middle of the night.

"Daddy?" Blaise called out again.

The redhead appeared out of his room, he looked to his young daughter and smiled. She was six, and the most important thing in his life, tied with his son, Fuoco, who was only three years younger than her. "Yes?" He asked, his voice gentle, as he leaned down next to her.

"I wanted to know," she said in a curious, but serious tone, "what happened to Madoka's mummy and daddy?"

He bit his lip. He knew this question would come up one day, but he didn't expect it would so soon, "Blaisie, Madoka's mummy went to hel-," he paused, changing his wording, "passed away when he was very, very little. His daddy couldn't take care of him on his own, so we stepped in before he had to." He was trying to be as truthful as possible without telling the truth. He had killed Ordix, and taken the child to punish Demyx.

His daughter nodded, hugging on to him. "You're a good person for saving him."

Then why don't I feel like one? He thought. He petted the young girl's hair gently.

...

Demyx laid out on his bed, his face sticky with sweat. He sighed, his room was cool, and it gave him a certain chill. He heard a voice and turned to a boy, a couple of years younger than him. He mumbled something, mostly gibberish, burying his head in the other boy's chest.

Demyx sighed and rubbed his back gently with one hand, his other behind his head. "I really liked that." The other boy mumbled.

"Thanks." The blonde said blandly.

"We should really do it again sometime." He giggled.

"Sure, Ordix." He mumbled, looking away, deep in thought.

"Huh?" The boy looked at him, "What did you call me?"

Oh shit. He blinked, "I said 'sure, Zexion'."

"My hearing must be acting up. Strange."

"Yeah. Weird." Demyx said blandly.