Well, well, well. Here I am. Back again after so long with a new story!!! Yay me :) Well, please enjoy this!! Remember children, reviews make the world go 'round :D

Love,

Victoria Faust

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Dear Axel,

Demyx stopped and scratched out what he wrote. He shook his head and tried again.

Dearest Axel,

He scribbled the heading out furiously and frowned at the paper. Third time's the charm, right?

Mr. The Flurry of Dancing Flames,

The musician gasped and put a large "X" through the line of words. He finally decided that no heading was best.

I know we haven't spoken in a while, but I wanted to tell you that I miss you,

Demyx growled angrily and scrawled a large "NO" over the words "I miss you".

I know we haven't spoken in a while, but I wanted to tell you that Larxene gave me your address and I was wondering if you wanted to meet up and catch up on everything.

Demyx glared at the huge run-on sentence that was displayed before him. He knew that he sounded stupid and he hated himself for it. But, he kept writing nonetheless.

I haven't heard from you since we were both in the Organization. It's definitely been a long time. I was thinking maybe you could call me on my cell phone and we could talk about a place where we could meet. The number is 555-3758. You can call me anytime after five o' clock.

Thanks.

Love, Demyx

No.

Always, Demyx

No.

-Demyx

Quickly, Demyx folded up the note and stuck it in his pocket. He would rewrite it later. Glancing at the clock, he slid across the wooden floor in his socks. He had an hour until work and he figured he'd have some fun with it.

Ready.

Set.

Go!

He giggled childishly and glided into the kitchen. After popping two pieces of bread into the toaster, he flicked on the radio and immediately lit up. His favorite radio show was on. It always played the best songs.

"The Peak 104.1 Morning Show!! We now continue with your favorite songs in the morning! Now, a song that will get you people pumped up and dancing! Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye!!" The D.J. said in a sing-song voice.

The playful tune began and Demyx pumped one fist into the air.

"Wooohooo!!!"

Maybe today would be good after all.

Demyx slid around the kitchen, singing happily and pulling on a clean blue t-shirt. The music began to get more exciting and he suddenly felt a rush of euphoria. He immediately started to sing louder as he turned up the volume.

"You are the one, the one that lies close to me, whispers, 'Hello, I miss you quite terribly!!'..."

Through the loud techno beats, Demyx heard a faint knock. He stopped singing and abruptly turned off the radio. Suddenly timid, Demyx opened the door a crack and poked his head out. He looked up and saw a large man standing at the door. Judging by his looks, this man could easily snap Demyx in half like a toothpick.

"Yes?" He squeaked.

"Music's pretty loud this mornin' Demyx."

The man barged in through the doorway, pushing Demyx onto the carpeted floor.

"Oh? Is this the cause?" The man asked, reaching for Demyx's prized sitar.

Demyx immediately began to panic.

"AAAAHHHH!!! Don'ttouchthatpleeeeeease!!!" He wailed desperately, tears blurring his eyesight instantly.

The man back away and quickly walked through the door, clearly startled. He swung open the door and without turning his head, told Demyx what he had come for.

"Rent's due in two weeks. Pay it this time or you're out for good."

With that, the man slammed the door, rattling the dusty windows. Demyx wiped his eyes and breathed in deeply.

"My day is officially ruined." He whined, picking himself up off the floor.

Demyx walked over to the edge of the couch, gazed at his sitar, scanned for scratches, and grabbed his camera bag. He didn't even bother to turn the radio back on. His song was over and that sudden rush of euphoria was long gone. It seemed that every time the landlord came around, all happiness flew out the window.

Donning a newly acquired sour mood, Demyx plucked the now cold toast from the slot and stuck a piece in his mouth. He grabbed his long, black wool coat and opened the door. Before leaving, he turned his head and blew a kiss to his sitar. Laughing at himself, he walked out the door.

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Winter in New York was cold. Definitely a good time to own a scarf. If you could afford one. Demyx wasn't one of those people. Being a photographer for The New York Times was something Demyx enjoyed, but it didn't pay enough for him to buy any personal luxuries, let alone a scarf. He knew he should get a better job, but photography was his second passion. His first passion was something that would be harder to obtain, so why mess with what he already had?

Demyx sighed and pushed the glassy front doors open. The great thing about living in an apartment so close to the office was that he didn't need to spend precious funds on a cab. Heck, he didn't even have a car! Well, what ever saved money.

Silently he pushed his way through the crowded main office area and into his boss' office. A large balding man with a mustache sat spinning in a large black chair. Demyx stood in front of his desk, waiting for his boss to acknowledge him.

"Um...Good morning, sir." Demyx said.

"Ah, good morning. Get those pictures for me?" He swivelled in his chair, finally noticing Demyx.

"Pictures, sir?"

"Yes, the pictures of the concert. That new band that everyone has been talking about...um...what were their names...?"

A short, scrawny man peeked out from behind the boss' chair.

"Um, their name was Hellogoodbye, sir."

Demyx lifted his head and looked excitedly at his boss.

"Really??"

"Yes. The concert was last night."

Demyx hung his head. He had missed it. This was a terrible day...

"But...there's another concert in three days," The boss held out two backstage tickets, "You're going. Concert's at 8 o' clock sharp."

Demyx grinned broadly and grabbed the tickets. He stared at them lovingly as if they were made of gold.

"Thank you so much, sir! I'll take so many pictures!" Demyx turned to leave.

"And, one more thing..."

Demyx craned his head to look back.

"Bring someone. You look lonely."

Demyx smiled and nodded. With that, he leapt out the door.

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He could barely sit still. He was going to meet Hellogoodbye! Humming happily, he typed on his computer. His cubicle was tiny, yes, but he had added his own personal touches throughout the year. Hundreds of little trinkets relating to water or the ocean adorned the small space. Demyx had been awarded the "Most Decorative Cubicle" award just last month! One thing in his life he could be proud of. Looking at those pictures helped him run away. Sometimes hours would pass and he would just sit there, letting his mind go wherever it wanted. Usually it was wherever Axel was. he longed for it. Something to set him free. Or rather, someone.

He was spinning in his chair, singing, thinking about the concert and who to invite when he heard a small fwump. He looked up and down until he saw a folded up piece of paper. For a split second, he wondered what it was. Then he remembered. He bent over to pick it up and unfolded it. It was filled with sloppy, scrawled letters and numerous scratched out phrases. Snapping out of his dreamy reverie, he spun back around to face his computer. He couldn't put it off any longer or it would be too late. He sighed and opened a new word document. Holding his breath, hebegan to type out a revised version of his letter. The letter that would reconnect him with a long lost friend. And maybe find him a date to the concert.

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Ah, that's it for the first chapter! Now the fun stuff can begin ;p See you all next time! Review!

Love,

Victoria Faust