Author's note: I wouldn't so much call this a one-shot as I would call it a long-shot.

Kind of an early 1920's AU kind of setting. Really AU, seeing as everything is vaguely old fashioned, while also being vaguely sophisticated scientifically, as well as simply belonging in another universe. Think Phillip Pullman and leave me alone. It isn't all that important anyways.

This chapter is dedicated to Paco and Laura, both of whom I bully mercilessly, and both of whom get very little loving from me. I love you both dearly. Here's something gentle from me.

I might re-write this chapter. Please, please review. I need constructive criticism.

Content warnings-Language, mild shota-con, and sexual content.

Pairings-So far only Zemyx.

Chapter One

[What has happened here?]

The thing about not seeing, one of the many aspects of being as blind as I had become, was that I never really could picture his face. So far as I understood, Demyx was merely a disembodied voice that sang to me, chided me and guided me from the corner of my clean hospital room, I recall his sweet and salty smell, a gentle and unassuming touch. But the only really truly notable thing about him, simply must have been his voice, the voice with which he never spoke, not truly. He only sang.

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The world came back to me groggily, as if it were introducing itself to me at a party, but only speaking one word at a time, and very, very slowly. First, I could feel the comforter under my hands, and register that it was not my own. Then I could hear the noises people made when they were busy at important work; but this all came to me from very far away. I felt a little like an animal at the zoo, as if all the noise and sensation were waiting on the other side of very thick glass, and I was merely sleeping inside of the crystal cage while the rest of the living world passed me by...

I remember wishing to understand what was going on, where I might be, so I tried to sit up, but found it foreign and too painful to execute. Upon laying back down a stabbing pain rocketed through my abdomen and down through my legs, and I let out a cry of desperation, I had not been expecting that, then my eyes finally fluttered open, to reveal nothing. Wait, nothing? I lifted my arm despite the pain to rub at my eyes, nothing, nothing, nothing. All around me, there was blackness, and muffled noise, and so, I screamed.

I could hear rapid, footsteps, informative shouts and who I presumed was a nurse tell someone "He's awake!" A few moments later a gentle hand grasped mine, and I fell silent, my chest heaving as I struggled not to hyperventilate, because no matter how wide I stretched his eyelids, I simply could not see."Where am I?" I said, panicking. "What is going on? I don't- I do not. I-"

"Zexion, Zexion, shh, you were in an accident." The owner of the hand spoke quietly, in an unfamiliar but soothing voice, but not as if he were trying to sedate or dismantle me. He was not condescending, he was kind.

"Who are you? What's wrong with me?!"

"I'm your personal recovery physician, you hurt your head, and you lost your sight, we just don't know if you'll see again, but we can always pray for the best, okay?" Any other day of my life, and I would have laughed at the voice, would have told him not to waste his time on such meaningless things as prayer to a god that couldn't hear them anyways. But for once, I was too scared even for sarcasm. I didn't know why, but I trusted this voice, like a baby duck, who simply trusts the first thing it sees to take care of it, though in my case, it would be the first thing I heard. I grasped the hand in mine tighter, meaning to ask him what had happened, but instead I could only whisper.

"I'm scared." The voice stroked my arm gently, reassuring me that it was just fine to be scared, I expected him to throw in a comment about how plenty of people learned to live with blindness, how he expected me to live a perfectly normal life, but he did nothing of the sort. "You have every right to be scared, because basically, this is really gonna suck." He said, squeezing my hand "But I just want you to know that we're in it together, okay? I want you to get better, so you can see your family again, so I'm gonna try my damnedest."

I'd been a little thrown off by this, but I hadn't know what else to say, my family wasn't there, I couldn't smell them, and I couldn't remember anything about this accident, "What sort of accident?" I asked, releasing the sheets in my other hand and waiting desperately for his reply while he stalled inconveniently... "What accident?!" I repeated shaking his his hand.

"Umm, you don't remember?" My doctor sounded unsure of himself, almost as if he were unwilling to stress me any further.

"No, I very conveniently don't!" I became rapidly more irrational, I wanted answers, I still didn't understand what was going on, and this kindly voiced stranger was fast beginning to irritate me.

"You were in a car accident, with three other teenagers, and your younger sister, and... Zexion? Zexion!"

Don't expect 1st person Zexion PoV for the whole thing, it's going to be different in every chapter. Again, review if you want me to continue.