I've had this story in the back of my mind for a while now, so why not put it on paper? ^-^

Full Summary: Demyx is your average rookie detective, hoping to make a difference, but what happens when a new murderer emerges and Twilight Town's only hope lies within the hands of a convicted killer? A convicted killer whose heart seems as black as the pit he's dug himself into. Can Demyx find the murderer before it's too late, or will that convict steal his heart?

Rating: M for future things to come, language, and violence.

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies. I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this work, nor do I own the games and movies from which they came. I do, however, own the plot and would prefer not getting robbed.

Thanks: I would like to say thanks to my beta for this chapter Tysonkaiexperiment.

Now, without further adieu~

Cropped black hair clung to the light dew, hugging the inner windows of Twilight Town's Police Department. It was dark out, a light rain pitter-pattering against the department's four outer walls. Beady black eyes had closed as a sigh escaped his pale lips, fogging the glass of the window next to him. It truly was an awful night to be by one's self, especially in such a dreary and lonely place. With no current prisoners, Officer Mickey was doomed to sit in the rickety old office chair with a vague hope that someone would call and request his assistance. It was a useless hope really, but a hope all the same.

Resigned, the short-statured man pulled himself away from the window and slowly made his way to the dull wooden desk, where he sat with his head in his hands. Oh, how he wished to be somewhere better then this tiny little town; nothing exciting ever happened here. Throughout all his younger years, all he'd ever wished for was to be was a cop in some high-crime area, a defender of a famous city. His dream of course, like so many others before him, just wasn't meant to be. Right out of the Police Academy, he was sent to work at Twilight Town's Police Department. At the time, he was a bit discouraged, but what's life without a challenge? He simply decided to work his way up, to show he was worth more than just prankster teenagers and bickering couples.

And, of course, he did. He went from the short, naive newbie on the force to the short, motivated sheriff. He'd turned this low-crime area of shoplifters and petty thieves to a crime-less area of manicured lawns and safely unlocked doors. He'd done something wonderful, yet he wasn't—couldn't—be satisfied with his work. He'd done nothing but reach the top of nothing, with nothing to be proud of except for a wife as short as himself and twenty years of experience with petty criminals under his belt. Yes; he'd become nothing but a depressed, unmotivated man, a mere shadow of his former self.

Allowing one last sigh to escape his lips, Mickey laid his forehead against the desk, rubbing at his temples. The soft rhythm of rain hitting the building was just making the overworked sheriff too tired to deal with it all; his worthless life, his worthless job, his worthless existence. His eyelids slowly began to flutter closed, rain playing a soothing yet dark melody. Of course, it would be wrong of him to sleep on duty; that was something he constantly punished his subordinates for. He couldn't allow himself to partake in the act. But...

It couldn't hurt to sleep just this once. No one would call anyway.

K3YBLAD3

Thump… thump… thump… thump…

Startled, Mickey's eyes opened. He grabbed his gun instinctively only to drop it back on the desk once he'd realized what was going on. Someone was beating on the door… in the pouring rain at- Mickey hurriedly checked the dial clock mounted on the wall—three thirty-seven a.m. What an odd time for someone to come calling...

Someone must be in trouble!

Unable to contain his building excitement, the sheriff rushed towards the door and pulled it open without a second thought. And in the doorway, bathed in the moon's eerie glow, stood one of the town's most respected and noble men. He looked as though he had just been saved from drowning, his eyes filled with a desperate light as his lips panted for air.

"May I come in?" Was all he asked in his nearly breathless state. Stupefied, Mickey could do nothing but nod and move aside. The man led the way through the department, Mickey hesitantly following along behind. Now, why was it that this man looked as though he was the one in charge and Mickey was simply the subordinate? Mickey didn't know, he simply allowed things to happen as they would happen.

The pair stopped when they came to that dull wooden desk that Mickey knew to be his own. Mickey took his seat in silence as the man he highly respected leaned up against the window's slightly damp frame, his wet hair dripping onto the carpet. The black haired man was mesmerized by the grace in which the other carried himself, even in his seemingly desperate state. Finally, after a long pregnant silence, Mickey found the courage to speak.

"Why are you here?" To his amazement, a chuckle passed through the stale air, those desperate eyes watching Mickey's every move.

"Because something must be done about our town." Another laugh, this one deeper and far, far darker and it sent chills racing down Mickey's spine. "Yes; something must be done."

Though intrigued, Mickey couldn't help but think the man had gone mad. What was there to be done? Twilight Town was a perfect, quaint little place that people came to idolize of small towns and cities. "What is it that needs to be done…?" he couldn't help but ask.

Another dark chuckle was his reply. Gracefully, the man moved away from the windows, slowly moving forward until he was right in front of Mickey's worn desk, his steps shallow against the dark blue carpeting. "This town is nothing but darkness, Mickey. Do you understand?"

Of course the black haired man didn't. This man…he'd lost his mind? Yes; he had to have. Why else would such a man come to his lonely, little police department so early in the morning, sprouting such nonsense? There couldn't possibly be another reason for it. "Are you all right?"

Another laugh, this one so much closer to himself, the man's torso bent over the desk as his eyes met Mickey's. "Why, of course I am, but are you?"

"I don't think I understand." And, indeed, he did not. Of course he was okay, why wouldn't he be?

"Of course you don't." A curved smile right in front of his beady black eyes, "But you will." Before those eyes could even blink, a ripping pain tore through the side of Mickey's dwarfish face. He cried out in agony, getting far away from his desk, unshed tears shining in his eyes as he stared at the man he now knew—without a doubt—was insane. Hesitantly, he brought his hand to his cheek and he felt it; the slow, drizzling drops of ruby red blood that were steadily sliding down his face from the gaping wound in his cheek. Laughter was all he could hear penetrating his slightly too large ears. Dark, evil laughter, the cold gruffness of a deranged man.

"Do you understand now?" No; Mickey didn't understand. Slowly, the man came closer, trapping Mickey in one of the room's four corners. So close to the phone, yet so far from escape.

He was the sheriff; he couldn't let his life end in such a way.

He stood firm and fought back.

As the knife the man was so inconspicuously cradling came closer and closer, Mickey fought back. And, with every tear, every rip that blade brought across his skin, Mickey couldn't help but fight harder, never allowing his thoughts to escape his head as he fought a silent battle. Why, oh why did I drop my gun back onto the desk? How could I have allowed myself to let my guard down? How could I let this happen?

Of course, Mickey's fighting—his thinking—was in vain, for the blood loss proved to be too much and the sheriff, completely unarmed, fell to that shiny silver blade in the respected one's hands. And, as his dead body lay sprawled on the floor, he couldn't have possible known the mystery that would come with that strange engraving on his dwarfish arm.

KINGDOM KEY...

A/N: Confused yet? Everything should make a bit more sense next chapter. ^^

Reviews are appreciated.