This night would be hard to forget. It was raining. Demyx and Zexion stood outside of the metal gate which led to Castle Oblivion. They were cloaked in black jackets and stood facing each other silently, which to either one of them felt like forever.

Touching the gate with one hand Demyx turned to Zexion. "You can't come with me."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine." Zexion stated as if this news didn't bother him.

Cautious, Demyx opened up the gate, walked in a couple steps, turned and closed it as he stood staring at Zexion as Zexion walked away from the scene. Demyx paused a moment expecting Zexion to turn around and inquire as to why Demyx did not want company, but Zexion did no such thing. "I'm sorry." Demyx mumbled to himself.

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Zexion walked a winding path to a bridge that stood ten feet over a small river. The rain had stopped at this point so he made himself comfortable on top of the bridge, dangling his feet over the edge and pulling his hood off. He wiggled around a minute to find a comfy position on the cobblestones and opened up his lexicon.

While reading, Zexion couldn't help but allow his mind to wander. Why did Demyx not want him to come along on a mission to Castle Oblivion? He doesn't even like the physical labor…

Glancing up from his book, Zexion looked past the binding and down at his feet. Just past them, the water from the river was flowing ever so gently. This made Zexion reminisce of Demyx. He smiled at the thought. Although the smile soon turned to a frown after thinking that he and Demyx had shared some hardships…

"You're constantly playing your sitar! You don't care about anything else!" Zexion snapped at Demyx. "We have a mission to uphold!" Demyx didn't respond. He only walked away in response, fading in the distance.

"Zexion, you know you can talk to me. I am your friend afterall…" Demyx's voice trailed softly and slowly in Zexion's mind.

"I… I can't!" Zexion yelled at the top of his lungs. "You…wouldn't understand!" Zexion recalled slamming his lexicon shut and storming away from Demyx; however in recalling this event he had actually closed his lexicon shut. He took a moment before reopening it to gather his thoughts, glancing upward towards the dimly lit sky where the gray clouds were leisurely passing.

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Demyx glanced at the gray sky through the tall windows of the ballroom and wished he hadn't told Zexion to stay away. After all, Demyx was quite a lazy individual and with Zexion around, some of his deadweight could have been taken care of.

"Demyx."

Demyx turned around to the sound of his voice, though no one was there.

"Hello?" He called out.

No one responded. The voice Demyx heard was vaguely familiar, as if someone were calling out for him for the organization. He couldn't point a finger one who it was however. He turned back around admiring the clouds outside.

"Demyx!"

This time Demyx knew the voice. He had heard it often enough. He turned around and saw a tall cloaked man in front of him.

"Oh Superior, you scared me. Now, I know what you're going to say and I had nothing to do with that incident. I was telling them that they had the wrong guy, but no one believed me. Yes, I know you don't want excuses. Superior listen to me, I don't mean… I mean I didn't mean… I came back and I was looking for… No, what was I doing? Oh, right that… No, that couldn't have been it. Anyways, I'm off, I'll… See you later!"

Demyx ran out of the room so fast you could almost imagine tires screeching in place of his footsteps.

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"What are you doing?"

Zexion paid no attention to the voice he heard calling to him.

"Hey, I asked what you were doing!" A gloved hand pulled on Zexion's shoulder turning him around.

"Let go of me." Zexion pulled away, never letting his eyes stray away from his lexicon.

"Oh, a hard guy eh? Well, I'll show you."

By the sound of his weapon being drawn, Zexion immediately knew who it was, but continued to show no interest. "Xigbar, go away."

"You'll be sorry. We have to practice you know. Superior doesn't like it when our talents go to waste."

"Who said I was wasting anything?" Zexion responded. "Go away. I'm busy"

"Busy? As if!"

Just as Zexion looked up from his book all he saw was Xigbar's back as he walked into the darkness.

"I'll show him…" Zexion mumbled under his breath.

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Exiting Castle Oblivion Demyx wondered where Zexion had gone off to.

Wandering the winding path Demyx noticed Zexion walking towards him engrossed in his book.

"Zexion! You're looking lively!"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah." Zexion responded glancing up every word.

"Where are you off to?" Demyx asked, changing directions and following Zexion back towards where he just came.

"Castle Oblivion."

"Why? There's nothing there. Well, except Superior…"

"Keyblade master."

"What are you talking about?" Demyx stopped Zexion from walking. "Let me go with you. We can… Confront the keyblade master together."

"No." Zexion started walking again.

"What do you mean no, why not?" Demyx inquired following Zexion.

"I have to do this alone."

"I don't understand."

"You wouldn't. Don't worry about it. I'm going. Don't follow me." Zexion's pace quickened and Demyx stood there as if his non-existent heart was broken into pieces.

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Zexion came to the metal gate and looked back the winding road. Demyx was no longer in sight. "I have to do this… Alone…" Zexion opened the gate and walked in.

Demyx, realizing that he has to stop his organization comrade, ran after him as fast as he could. Reaching the gate, it closed as Zexion entered Castle Oblivion.

"Zexion!" Demyx yelled.

Zexion glanced back a moment, but continued into the building.

"Damn it." Demyx hit his hand hard on the gate in frustration.

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"You done talking yet?" An unfamiliar voice was heard.

"As if Roxas!" Xigbar responded.

"Who are you calling Roxas!"

"Xigbar?" Zexion investigated what was going on.

After a couple loud clanking noises, silence overcame the room.

"Xigbar!" Zexion came to Xigbar's aid and looked around the room to see who would have done this to him. "What happened?"

"Traitor!" Xigbar pointed to a boy across the room with a giant key in hand then faded into the darkness.

"Traitor?" Zexion walked closer to the boy. "Who are you?"

"Get out of my way!"

"Roxas?"

"That's Sora!"

Key in hand, the boy came charging at Zexion. With one strike, Zexion fell to his knees.

The boy walked out of the room as if proud of himself defeating two organization members with ease. Nobodies and heartless came into the room out of nowhere and surrounded him after the boy exited.

Still hurt, Zexion got off the ground and opened up his lexicon. Before he could generate a spell the heartless and nobodies came closer as if to attack.

"Why? Why are they turning on me?"

Heartless and nobodies caving in, Zexion slowly faded away.

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Zexion stumbled out of the darkness and to the nearest wall, grabbing his chest and pounding the wall with the other hand. "Damn it Demyx! I should have listened to you."

He leaned against the wall and reached out his hand as if asking for assistance. Demyx's face, or what Zexion thought was Demyx's face appeared in a blur in front of him.

Extending his reach, the face across from his slowly disappeared into nothingness.

"Demyx?"

"Zexion."

Just as Zexion had let his hand drop down, a hand pressed against his cheek softly. He closed his eyes and turned his head to the touch. The touch slowly drifted from his face, which left him wanting more. Zexion placed his hand on his cheek and looked up as if to see someone there, but there wasn't anyone in sight.

Dropping his hand then his head, he whispered. "Demyx, I'm sorry."

"Liar." Zexion heard Demyx's voice among his own thoughts. "I could've protected you."