ALRIGHT! I've tried, tried, tried again to get a first chapter finished, and finally, here it is! Oblivious, chapter one. I feel so proud. This thing is ten pages long. TEN PAGES. That's longer than my long form for school, which is ten pages double spaced.

I'm sorry about the vague summary, but part of the story is that you don't know what the couples turn out to be. And if you know what the couples will turn out to be, good for you. Because I don't really know either. All I can tell you right now is that this fanfiction is really messed up with it's couples. Like, extremely retarded. And just so you know, dialog is a big part of the fanfictions I write. Now let's do the disclaimer

Me no own ze Kingdom Heartsness. cry

and get on with the story. I hope you like it. I don't have a beta, but I have a spell checker, so it should be okay spelling-wise.

Oblivious

Chapter one:

"One-Sided Love"

She wasn't telling me anything, which wasn't a good sign.

I was in the back seat of our tiny Honda, with my brother in the passenger seat and Myed next to me. He didn't have his seatbelt on, but had told me to always wear mine. I wondered why he didn't wear his, since he could get hurt if we got into an accident, and that's the last thing I'd want to happen.

Vexen looked troubled and hadn't said anything the whole ride, and Myed was chattering away, as curious as I was to where we were going. He said there was a town this direction, but it must be a while away, because there was no sign of life where we were now.

"Hey, hey Dem, try to pry something out of Vexen, okay?" Myed offered happily, bouncing up and down in his seat. Usually I was as bubbly as him, but this sudden trip had me worried all day.

"That would be mean," I scolded under my breath so both Mom and Vexen wouldn't hear. "Just wait and be patient, okay?"

Myed just stuck his tongue out at me and pulled out his cell phone. While he chatted with a guy named Lumaria, I stared out the window and listened to his conversation, which is much more interesting than it sounds. Myed is very active, and totally blows my personality out of the park on his good days. He'd been talking to Lumaria a lot lately. Says he's an old friend and hadn't seen him since he met me.

"Okay," started Myed after saying hello, "so guess where we're going?" A pause. "I dunno! So here's what happened this morning. I'm just sitting here with Demyx at home, listening to him play his sitar, when Mother bursts into the room all in a panic or something, and she's all like 'Demyx, we need to go now, okay?' and Demyx is all like 'Where are we going?' But of course, Mother doesn't tell him 'cause she's a mean little bitch, and me and Demyx are all left hanging. So she says to put his sweatshirt on and get in the car, and maybe something to do, 'cause we're gonna be on a long car ride. She doesn't let him bring his sitar—I dunno why, but she doesn't like the thing—and so he just kinda piles in. So here we are, five hours later and in the dead middle of nowhere, I tell you. It's scary out here. I swear, if someone got left out here they're dead meat."

He continued on like that for a while, then Lumaria had to get off the phone because of some sort of meeting. He said bye, and the car was silent again. It was making me fidgety, so I decided to try my mom again.

"Mom, please tell me where we're going?"

"Don't worry, Demyx, and stop bothering me. I need to drive."

"... Vexen?" I tried.

No answer. I settled with going to Myed and snuggling with him to calm my nerves. When I get nervous, I get really nervous. He smiled and put his arms around me. We stayed like that for at least an hour.

The sun was setting, and I tried my best to fall asleep.

"Good night, love."

"Dem... hey Dem. Wake up."

I groaned and opened my eyes blearily. I found myself wrapped around something warm and comfy, and so I tried to go back to sleep.

Of course, you can't do that very well when something's tapping you on the head rather hard.

"Ugh... huh? What... what is it Myed?" I stumbled.

"We're here."

That got me up.

I fumbled to get to the window, and peeked over the car interior to see outside.

The town was pretty nice in general. There were lots of local stores, and the place overall looked quaint. It was a good change from the large city I lived in, where all the buildings were towering above you. Even in the suburbs, the houses and stores were bigger. In the middle of town was a huge park, most of which was grass. Perfectly center to the park with several walkways coming up to it was a huge fountain that was about twenty feet high and spewed water that was colored from all sorts of lights. By now it was getting dark—around five—so we got to see the full effect of the fountain.

Of course, all the happiness that it had stored within me all disappeared as we pulled into the parking lot of a several story tall building, all blue and trying-to-be-happy looking. It looked like it was made out of concrete. As I got out of the car and walked into the building, I avoided looking at any signs that might give away where we were.

It didn't work. As we stepped into the lobby of the place, I looked around to take in my surroundings. It was rather noisy, and as I started noticing the people in the building, I could see something was wrong. Most of the people here looked normal, but a few were mumbling, talking to nothing, or had strange looks on their faces. That's when I looked up to where Mom was heading.

Pleasantville Mental Hospital-Front Desk.

I froze, and looked over it again. Pleasantville Mental Hospital. For one, a mental hospital shouldn't be in a town called Pleasantville, and two...

My mom took me to a mental hospital.

Myed was staring at me, waiting for my reaction. Apparently, he had seen the sign outside and waited to say anything. My freaked out look obviously caught his attention, and he came over to me.

"Hey now, Demmy, c'mon. It won't be bad. I won't let it be bad." he soothed, brushing my hair back. "Just stay calm. If you don't, it'll just make Mother upset." I didn't say anything.

Mom enrolled me in a mental hospital.

How could she?!

"Shush, calm down love, calm down..." Myed continued whispering. It helped a little.

I looked up from my sanctuary to see Vexen standing there. He looked guilty.

"Mom's been planning this for a while," he started. "A few months ago, she called this place and met up with them to discuss... Myed."

Myed raised his head. I hugged him tighter. "W-what's wrong about him?"

Vexen gaped, then raised his voice. "Myed doesn't exist, Demyx! We brought you here so he would go away!"

I stayed silent, but Myed let go of me and started screaming at Vexen. He didn't even blink an eye. Of course, he can't see, hear or touch Myed. Nobody else can but me and Zexion.

Zexion...

He was my only friend at school. We had been connected at the hip since age two or three. He could see, touch, and hear Myed just as well as I could. Our parents got very confused by this, and eventually, we were prevented from seeing each other. Of course, we found a way around this and we met at random places in the quiet hours of the night. Sadly, I haven't seen him for a couple months.

"Myed, be quiet," I whispered, and as I did it, I saw Vexen flinch. I took a breath. "What about Zexion?"

That rendered Vexen speechless. He tried to come up with a good answer—I could tell from the look in his eyes—but couldn't. So he said a bad answer instead.

"Then Zexion is crazy too."

I didn't say anything.

Mom came back with an employee, who beckoned us through a hallway. We walked in relative silence, only broken by Myed's grumbling. I was happy he stayed with me all the time. I didn't know what I'd do without him.

Eventually I was led into a room, with Mom and Vexen sitting outside. Inside was rather plain, just two comfy-looking, dark red chairs on either side of a glass coffee table that was resting on an ornate rug. The wood floor was a very light brown, with the same blue walls as the outside of the mental hospital.

In one of the chairs sat a man with short blonde hair, and was dressed differently than anyone else here. He had about nine earrings on each ear, and was dressed in all black. He seemed to have a laid-back attitude. Or at least I hoped.

Myed had to dodge the closing door on his way in, and he gave a cold glare to the lady who closed it. I snickered at his expression.

"Is something funny?" came a smooth voice. It came from the man, who was probably a counselor.

I couldn't help but turn around quickly at the sound. Myed stopped glaring as well.

"O-oh. Nothing," I stuttered. Maybe if this guy saw nothing wrong with me, I could go home.

"Okay, well then sit down please, and we can get started."

"Yes sir," I replied, not knowing what else to call him.

"My name's Luxord, and I'll beat you if you call me anything else. Now," he crossed one leg over the other,"tell me why you're here."

I inwardly flinched. Instead of listing off my problems, he made me list them.

I looked at Myed, and he shrugged. I thought about it for a second. If I'm here, then I must be enrolled already. Maybe I had been observed at school or something, and that's why I was here. If so, there was no getting out of it.

"I have a friend—brother maybe—that no one else can see," I sighed.

Luxord nodded. "So I've heard a bit about Myed from your mother and brother, but they aren't very... reliable in giving this sort of information. What's he like?"

I immediately started liking this counselor.

"Well," I started, "he's been with me since I was ten, which makes seven years now. He always cheers me up when I'm upset, but that isn't very often since I'm mostly a happy person. He's never really out of my sight, and..." I paused. "He sleeps with me, because where else is he supposed to sleep? He doesn't like the floor, and he doesn't have his own house." I went on, but Luxord didn't stop me. He just sat back and listened. He seemed very experienced at it.

I must've gone on for half an hour or longer, sometimes trailing off because I'd catch a sentence from Myed, who was now talking on his phone. Then Luxord would just clear his throat and I would start talking again. It felt great to finally rant to someone about everything that's been happening and not be ridiculed for it. I had tried several times with my mom, once with Larxene, who promptly moved out, and a couple times with Vexen, who started getting depressed whenever the topic came up.

Then Myed got off the phone and became silent, which meant he wanted to tell me something.

"So then Larxene moved to her boyfriend's house—WHAT, Myed?" I stressed. I looked at him, and through my gaze, Luxord could 'look' at Myed as well. I felt a surge of happiness for his effort.

"Let's stay here for a while."

I stared at him for a few more seconds, then, "... Huh?"

"Demmy, think about it. You never had friends at school because of me, except Zexion, and here you'll be able to make some. Life will probably be easier here, too. No Mom or Vexen. And I found out Lumaria lives here!"

... He was right. And Lumaria?

"... He does?"

"What is it, Demyx?" I snapped my head towards Luxord, who was patiently waiting.

"O-oh, Myed's telling me I should stay and not complain," I restated. "Says I'll probably be happier, and a friend of his lives here."

"A friend of his..." His eyes glazed off, then he checked his watch. "I'm sorry to cut this short, but I've got another appointment with someone that is rather like you. In fact, I think they have the same exact situation as you. You'll most likely see him on your way out. Now," he picked up a pile of papers from the table between us and handed them to me, "here are your schedules and other things you might need to know your way around this place. You're considered 'high-functioning', so this place won't be as boring as others might see it. High school will start next Monday for you, as well as your next appointment here. I'll be your counselor for the duration of your stay." He stood up, and I took that as a signal to stand up as well. "Your mother and brother are gone now, so you will be escorted to your room without them. Your escort will explain your room, and your clothes and things are being transferred right now." He patted me on the head and opened the door for me to go out. "I hope you're reasonably happy here."

I nodded and walked out the door. As I did, I saw a person—I couldn't tell whether they were a boy or girl—with pink hair sitting on a bench near where I exited. Someone who looked somewhat like him, but was obviously a boy and had more brownish hair, sat next to him, and they were in their own world, whispering to each other. Myed didn't pay attention to them, and called me over from where my escort was. I saw the pink-haired person look up, and I quickly turned away and followed Myed and the escort down the hall.

"Your room will be C2-37," she started, "C being the third floor, hall 2, room 37. All of the rooms are like this, so they're easy to find. You've got your schedule packet there, but I'll explain them a little bit: high school starts next Monday, so in three days, and it's from 9am to 3pm. Breakfast is from 8 to 9am, lunch from 12 noon to 1pm, and dinner from 7 to 8pm. On school days—Monday through Thursday—an hour after school will be devoted to homework, then after that you do what you want. On weekends—Friday through Sunday—it's just free time all day for you. Your room is locked all night, but if you ever need to do something, you just push a button next to your bed and someone will get you. You can also visit other people, if you get permission first. This is your room."

We stopped in front of a door that looked like every other door in the whole building. It was a mellow sea green, and had the engraving 'C2-37' on it. The escort opened it, and I stepped in. It was... completely and utterly empty. The only thing that was in here was a closet that was built into the wall. I turned around to the lady that brought me here.

"How much of my stuff are they bringing?" I asked.

"All of your things and furniture, and it should be getting here any time now. In fact, I'll go now and see if they have it yet. I'll be right back." And with that, she turned around and left.

Great. So I had to wait in an empty room until she got back. I looked at the room again. At least it had lots of wall space, because it'd all be gone by the time all my posters were up. Myed came into the room to survey my closet.

"It's not very big," he observed, "but at least you have a bitchin' wardrobe. I don't think you'd be able to fit all your stuff in here."

I suddenly felt like throwing up. Everything was happening so fast. This morning I woke up in my bed, thinking nothing was wrong in the world, and in the time span of several hours, I had moved into a mental hospital. My things were being brought up, they had assigned me a room, and there was no turning back to the life I had woken up to yesterday or the day before. To steady myself, I wrapped my arms around Myed's shoulders and nearly started crying.

"Oh, Demmy, it's okay," he cooed while patting my back. "It's okay. You'll have friends here. You'll be happy, I promise. And school seems easier here, right? So c'mon, this isn't like you. Be hyper like you usually are!"

I sighed, calming down a bit, but still clung to Myed. I pulled him down to the ground, and he sat against the wall while I snuggled into him in silence as we waited for the lady to get back.

Eventually, she did come back, along with a train of people bringing in my stuff. I tiredly got up before she could say anything about my fetal position in the corner of the room. Myed got up with me and stood there with his hand on my shoulder.

"So where would you like your things, Demyx?" she asked me, holding a box labeled 'clothes'. I glanced around the room.

I gazed around the room, my mind sluggish from depression. "I want my bed right there," I pointed to the far right corner, "my nightstand right next to it, my desk right there," the middle of the left wall, "my wardrobe right past that, my dresser over there, "the bottom corner of the right wall, "and my bookshelves lined up between my bed and the dresser. Leave everything else in the middle of the floor. I'll set it up."

I wanted to just jump onto my bed once it was put into place and wait until the moving was done, but for one, everyone kept putting my things in weird places, and two, they just set the bed frame in the spot I said and the mattress in the middle of the floor. I was happy when they finally got out of my room.

When the door closed, I banged my head on the wall a couple times, then got to work.

The very first thing I unpacked was my sitar, my most prized possession out of everything I owned. I set it on the top of my dresser so I wouldn't accidentally step on it, and then set up everything else. It didn't take as long as I thought it would take, especially since I had Myed's help. We burned about an hour doing almost everything.

"What about your posters?" Myed asked me as I slumped onto my bed.

"I'll put those up tomorrow... I just want to go to bed now," I groaned, looking at my clock. It was six twenty. My life was turned upside-down in just under two hours.

"Oh!" Myed exclaimed, "look at the time. Someone is either going to get us for dinner or we have to go down there ourselves. Look at the schedule and see what it says."

"I dun wannoo."

"Fine, then I'll look at it. Let's see..." I heard papers rustling in the direction of my desk. "Dinner, 7 to 8pm. Everyone who's doors are left unlocked during the day are left to come to the cafeteria themselves. I guess that explains it."

"We have twenty minutes. I'll play my sitar for a while."

"Alright. But I'm hungry, so as soon as it turns seven..."

"I know. I just need to cheer myself up."

I grabbed my sitar from on top of my dresser and jumped onto my bed, relishing the familiar feeling. I quickly tuned it and played a nice, mellow song I had memorized quite a while back when Myed had first met me. It was to calm my nerves after a hard day with my mom.

But Mom wouldn't be here anymore to harp on me. Vexen could sleep in the large room next to mine... or where mine used to be... and sleep and experiment without hearing me converse with Myed. Larxene could visit him and Mom without freaking out over my presence.

"Myed, do you think everyone will be better off without me?" I asked while still plucking the strings of my sitar.

"Don't say that, Dem."

"No, really."

"Dem..."

"I think they will."

"How? It was likely really difficult for Mother to decide whether to enroll you here or not."

"Think about Larxene. She moved out because she couldn't take it anymore. Vexen was on the verge of a breakdown, and the same goes with Mom. I think they'll be better off."

"... I guess."

"I wonder how Zexion is doing."

"Why don't you call him? You brought your cell phone with you."

I sighed. "I'll call him after dinner, then. We only have five minutes. I hope Mom didn't take away my phone plan..."

"There's a good chance of that."

"Ugh. I want to do something. Let's go to dinner."

"Oh, good. I was hoping I wouldn't have to pry you off the bed."

I rolled onto the ground and set my sitar carefully on its stand at the end of the bed. As we walked out of the room, I tried the doorknob and found that it stayed unlocked.

"Oh dammit. I hope they lock the rooms while we're out eating. Someone can just waltz into my room..." I was concerned for my sitar.

"Don't worry," consoled Myed, "if someone here was in the right state of mind to steal something, this would be a prison, not a hospital."

I guess he was right. So I just walked down the hall to the elevator which would take me down to floor A.

In the main halls, I saw the other people of the hospital, some being escorted to dinner, some walking by themselves, some who were mumbling, or just plain talking out loud, whether it was to a friend or no one. I stayed close to Myed. As I clung to him, I saw we walked right by the room where my past life had been beaten, thrown, then committed suicide, also known as the lobby. My middle finger caught sight of a pretty cloud and looked up.

"I'm going to kill that damned secretary."

"It's not her fault, love."

"I know. Oh! How about I yell bomb, then everyone will be evacuated and—"

"That's the most idiotic idea I've ever heard come out of your mouth."

"I should do it."

"You should shut up before that escort over there who's listening in on your conversation calls security."

When we stepped through the door leading to the cafeteria, I nearly had a heart attack. The place was huge. There must've been a whole city living in this hospital. There were five lines to get food, and each line was about fifty yards long with more people pouring in.

And I thought to myself, 'There are a lot of fucked up people in this world.'

It was nice to know.

As I stood in line for my food, I thanked my mom for being rich. Tonight's dinner was turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, biscuits and butter, and vegetables.

And it tasted like heaven.

I walked towards the tables, then stopped and stared at Myed.

"Where's Lumaria?"

He looked around at the table area (which was the size of my whole school it seemed like), and it wasn't long before he spotted his friend. He squeaked and ran towards a table about twenty yards away from us.

As I approached the table, I noticed that a couple of the people sitting there were the same people I saw when coming out from the counselor's room. The pink-haired one was talking to an adult with blue hair, and hadn't noticed that Myed was now chatting animatedly with his brown-haired friend, who was probably Lumaria. But if Lumaria could see and talk to Myed...

Something was very wrong here.

"Uh... hello?" I greeted cautiously. Both the pink-haired person and the blue-haired adult looked up and glared at me.

"What?"

That's when the pink-haired one noticed who Lumaria was talking to.

"W-what the hell?! Lumaria, who's that?!" he screamed.

Wait, what? Myed? They could see Myed?

Like Zexion?!

"You can see him too? I can see Lumaria. Can you see Myed?" I inquired him excitedly.

"No fuck I can see him. Why the hell can you see Lumar?" It sounded like he was accusing me of beating up his friend or something.

"Marluxia," interrupted Lumaria, "Settle down for a second. This here is Myed, Demyx's alter ego. Demyx," he looked at me. "I'm Lumaria... Marluxia's alter ego."

So, does the chapter title mean anything to you? It does to me. Just a little hint here, a little hint there. Or maybe it's obvious. I dunno. What do you think? Does it seem a bit choppy? Does it suck? How does it suck? I like constructive criticism. Review so I can be better!

The two scenes I don't like too much are the counseling scene and the last several paragraphs. It bugs me.

All flames will be given to Axel so he can be happy. Me no like flames. D: