Disclaimer: I don't own KHII and or the characters… or Utada Hikaru? She's too cool to be owned.

Authoress note: Just wanted to let you all know I have no idea where this idea came from. First of all, let me tell you about the layout of this story. It probably will only have 1 journal entry per chapter, depending. If the entry's really short I may put in a couple entries. I don't know if this story has a plot line yet. It may develop one as it progresses. Also, I never played COM, so I have no idea of the personalities of some of the characters. Wish me luck, and please enjoy.

Entry one

"Shut up, Marluxia," the firey red head demanded. "We're both Demyx's friends, right? He'll forgive us. Besides, we both know something's bothering him. I'm just taking the initiative to find out what it is!"

"That's not what I mean. I know Dem won't get mad, you idiot. I wanna know why you brought me here with you," Marluxia answered. As if Axel's hair won't stand out enough, stupid number VIII had to bring the pink haired one along. They were both stupid, Zexion figured, as he watched them over the edge of his book.

"They could at least be quieter if they're going to sneak in to someone's room… or less suspicious," he thought with a tinge of anger. He looked back in to "Dracula" and began reading his favorite book for the 3rd time.

Demyx and Xigbar were on a mission together (for probably the 17th million time that week) to destroy a city or buy some eggs or something like that. They wouldn't be back anytime soon, Axel figured. But of course, Marluxia, as mean and cautious as he was, was convinced that Axel was an idiot and Demyx would come back to find them snooping around in his room any minute now.

Axel swiped a key from his pocket, stared at the shiny golden key for a moment in his gloved hand before he stuck it in the lock and opened the door to Demyx's room. The fire user and the earth manipulator strolled in to the water maker's room. Shutting the door behind him, Marluxia looked around number IX's room as he entered.

It was so… simple. The walls were painted blue, and his bed had simple sheets that were messy and unmade. The pillows were coverless and white, as were the under covers of the bed. By the small bed, there was a wide dresser filled with clothes and coats and whatever else Demyx wears. There was a shelf that was mostly packed with CD's of bands and singers or whatever else the hyperactive little guy listens to and a desk that had a silvery CD stereo on it accompanied by scattered papers with doodles or random song lines written on them. He had a pencil box on the desk and an electric pencil sharpener. Next to his desk was a trashcan, and next to that was Demyx's closet.

Axel was busy searching the closet as Marluxia sat down on Demyx's bed. "Hm… Graceful Assassin, get over here. I need your back." Axel and Marluxia didn't like each other. At all. Axel just brought Marluxia with him because he cared about Demyx as much as he did.

"Don't call me that, Axel," Marluxia threatened. After much searching, and Axel stepping on Marluxia's back to see places Demyx would never be able to reach because he was so short, they found a small blue journal with a couple music notes on it tucked under Demyx's mattress.

"Sorry Demyx," Axel muttered as he opened up the journal. "This is for your own good."

"How did you know he had a journal, Axel? What are you, some kinda freaky stalker after him because he's so cute?" Number XI asked in a mean, accusing tone.

"Unlike you, he tells me everything. And your thinking of Xigbar," Axel answered as he sat indifferently next to Marluxia so he could read too.

They began reading.

February 1st

Happy birthday, Demyx!
Zex gave me this journal for my birthday. He said I should write down the songs I came up with. Haha, yeah right! Once I play a song, if I come up with it just then I don't like it. I like putting thought in to my songs. Mostly love songs, right? Sad love songs, of course, because nobodies can't love.
So they say. We have no hearts, but we can long for one? Isn't that feeling? Oh well. I get "sad." When I think of things like that. I wish I could have cake or something. Marluxia was gone for my birthday, on a mission with Luxord. Stupid Luxord, stealing away my lovely Marly! Haha, just kidding, just kidding. He likes Larxene.

Marluxia blushed, as Axel shot a smug smirk his way. "Shut up, Axel! It was a long time ago!"

"Time doesn't always change feelings, Marly," he smirked. That nickname and the crush gave Axel the upper hand.

Axel was here, though. But he didn't get me cake. I thought he would! Ah, oh well. You can't hate Axel. I accidentally turned Zexion's gift in to a journal just now! Life is amazing! Not even Xiggy gave me a cake! Of course Xemnas wouldn't, Saix doesn't care, Luxord probably doesn't even know it's my birthday. Xaldin doesn't like me, Vexen… I don't care that he didn't give me a gift (he's scary!). And Lexaeus is out on some mission or something. I'm not sure.
Axel got me a cool CD though! Yes, another Utada Hikaru album! I LOVE HIM! It has "Deep River" on it. No cake, but I'm glad I got this! Larxene got me a cool shirt with the number 9 on it. What are the odds, right? Roxas got me some new headphones for my MP3 player! I'm glad he realized I needed them! Did I leave anyone out?
I have to go now! It's time for dinner!

"What a freak," Axel ended simply as he turned the page to a new entry. "And he's got real neat handwriting when he wants to."

"He's weird. Let's keep reading," Marluxia urged eagerly.

"Weren't you the one against all this, Marluxia?" Axel asked in a chiding tone. "Whatever, why's he so depressed lately? Do you have any idea at all?" If he could avoid it, the flurry of dancing flames didn't want to invade Demyx's privacy. It was a journal, and all journals are private. Who knows what kind of thoughts Demyx secretly has all day as he smiles and jumps around and bothers people.

"Well, it was a little after he failed that mission, right? We could skip to there, but that won't be as fun," Marluxia glanced at the next entry.

"Damn, when he gets in to things he really gets in to them," Axel thought with a twinge of regret as he closed the book so Marluxia couldn't peek. "I think… but it may have been sooner." Axel tried to convince himself that he wasn't coming up with excuses to read his best friends journal. "It's hard to tell when Demyx is upset… maybe he's mad because you didn't get him a birthday present."

"Shut up! It was a long time ago, ok?" Marluxia yelled. "Just lets read the next one."

Axel turned the page.

Authoress note: Sorry this chapter's so slow. The next one will probably be better. Hopefully. I hope you enjoyed it! Come back soon (or as soon as I update)!