"Hey, Axel- Axel, wake up!" Demyx shook the red head's shoulder violently, whispering quietly in his ear. A few grumbles, and the blonde's best friend was awake.
"Dem- do I have to walk with you to the bathroom?" Axel's hand came up to rub his eye, his voice slightly slurred.
"I have an idea, Ax," the sitar player's eyes were full of excitement. "It's gonna be awesome!" He yanked on Axel's arm, dragging him out of the bed. In minutes they were down the stairs, Demyx writing his older sister, Larxene, a note that he would leave on the kitchen counter. She didn't really care that they were up that early, or that they were leaving to do something that would probably cause someone harm, but she could be extremely threatening to Demyx's health if he didn't at least say that he was going somewhere. The small piece of paper with scribbled ink was thrown onto the counter before Demyx pulling his purple-tattooed friend out the door, dashing down the street and searching every pocket he had on him (and Axel) for munny.
"So, what's your grand master plan, Dr. Evil?"
"This is what we got up at midnight for?" Axel asked, his arms hanging tiredly at his sides.
"Of course! It'll look spectacular, Axel; you'll see!" Demyx finished tying a balloon and grabbed a string, ready to tie yet another knot. The two of them had spent all morning at a small toy shop on Memories Street. They had scrounged up enough munny to buy a bag of 100 balloons, and immediately began filling them with helium. The owner had a tank of helium outside the shop that he used for the balloons he kept around the front of the shop, and he let his customers use it, too. "Axel! There's one more balloon left; I've already filled my 50, it's gotta be yours!" Axel rubbed his hands together.
"No way, Dem! My fingers are all worn out from tying knots!"
"Fine, then. We'll have to stick with 99 balloons, instead." Demyx huffed and stood, using the extra long string on his last balloon to tie all 99 together. "Where do you want to let them go?" He asked. Axel shrugged. "Good; I already had a place in mind."
They made their way down the dark street, Demyx with his 50 balloons in hand and Axel with his 49. A while later the friends arrived at a cliff that peered off onto a beach and the beautiful ocean.
"The Islands at their finest," Demyx muttered. He turned to Axel, smiling brightly. The wind was blowing in the same direction as his bright red spikes, so he looked like he went to a party and had an overdose on hair gel. The blonde laughed loudly, and Axel jutted his chin towards the east, where the sun was beginning to rise. Demyx gasped. "It's time, Ax."
They stood side by side as they let the balloons go, all 99 of them drifted out towards Destiny Islands, 'til one by one they were gone.
Zexion was sitting on his designated bench at the park, reading his newest novel with a book light, when something in the sky caught his eye. He turned his head to the east, where shining in the sliver of sunlight was a flock of red balloons in the distance. The slate haired teen turned back to "Great Expectations"; the strange balloons could wait until after Charles Dickens.