Prologue-

Lightning flashed outside the window, lighting up the features of the room for a few seconds. The storm raged at full power outside, matching the one inside the red head's mind. His thoughts swam around in his mind like a raging river, keeping him from much needed sleep. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, the red head decided he wasn't going to sleep, so he got up and began pacing his small bedroom. He started with the facts.

1. A murderer had been murdered,

2. He was the lead investigator,

And 3, and this was the big one, his lover had been blamed.

The read head knew the first two were 100% true, but the third... He wasn't so sure. It wasn't just because his lover was suspected, but his gut told him that something was wrong. And his gut was never wrong.

CHAPTER ONE: Spilt Coffee

Demyx walked through the streets of Twilight Town slowly, taking in details. The sun was just past its peak, bathing everything in golden light. The blonde love this town ever since he moved a few months ago. It was peaceful with a low crime rate, and beautiful places, like the clock tower, Sunset Terrace, the Station, and Demyx's favourite place of all, the Community centre where he taught music to some of the troubled kids. Like every town, there was a bad side covered up by the glittering facade of the rest of the place. Twilight Town had one of those places. Demyx knew what they were going through, having been raised in the slums himself, and he knew they were good kids underneath. They just needed a chance for someone to believe in them. Well, Demyx thought, I'm that chance.

Thinking about his birth town brought back the painful memories of why he left. They played across his mind like a movie, and he shook his head to dispel them. He promised himself that he'd forget about that day. It was in his past, where it would stay.

The blond pushed open the doors to the Community Centre and headed to the back room. He paused at the door to see the sign posted on it.

FREE MUSIC LESSONS

3:30 – 5:30

Taught by Demyx

One day, I'll brighten that up, he thought, before pushing the door open and walking inside.

He was greeted by an enthusiastic "Demyx!" by his usual students.

There were three of them; Kairi, a 16 year old girl with shoulder length mahogany-brown hair, lilac eyes, and small lips; Sora, a vibrant boy the same age as Kairi with spiky brown hair, deep blue eyes and a goofy grin; and Riku, a tall, silvered-haired boy of 17 with aqua eyes and a seriously smart assed attitude. They were all close friends, and came from the same upbringing as Demyx had.

"Alright boys, pay up." Kairi said, holding her hand out.

"Aw man, that's my last one!" Sora complained, slapping a $5 note in the open palm.

"Kairi smiled at the two boys, and Demyx could see why they liked her. She was pretty.

"What was the bet this time?" the blond asked.

He sat on his usual stool, opened his case and pulled out the custom made Sitar that was his pride and joy. He had gotten it for his 21st birthday off one of his friends, paid for by someone else's money no doubt.

"What time you'd show." Kairi answered, shoving the freshly one cash into her pocket, "Really, we've been coming here for nearly two months and these boys still haven't realised that you arrive right on time."

"I thought he'd be late for sure this time." Sora admitted rather glumly.

"I said about 10 seconds before you showed up." Riku said.

"You would have won if I didn't stop outside." the blonde admitted, chuckling at the look on the oldest teens face. "Okay, enough chat. Get your guitars, 'cause I have a new song for you to learn."

The three teens grabbed three guitars hidden away in a storage cupboard up the back of the room and sat in chairs in front of their teacher.

Demyx took out three pieces of sheet music and handed the kids one each.

"This is how the whole thing sounds." The blond said. He started to strum and played the song for 3 minutes, receiving applause when he had finished. He took a small bow and then started to teach his three students part-by-part how to play the song for the next hour and a half.

When 5:30 came around, Riku had made the most progress out of the three, followed by Kairi and then Sora.

"That was great, guys. I'll see you all same time Saturday."

The three teenagers put their guitars away, picked up their school bags and said goodbye.

"And stay out of trouble!" Demyx called as they left the room. He packed up his sitar and followed shortly after them, dropping by his apartment before heading out to work at Jade's for the night, a small cafe and bakehouse in the centre of town.

"Hey Dem." His boss greeted the blond as he walked inside, the bell above the door tinkling.

"Hey." He replied, walking behind the counter.

Demyx was glad he had gotten the job in the cafe when he did. He was becoming short on cash after buying an apartment and furniture. He had applied for other places, like the music store, but most people wouldn't hire him because they "had no positions vacant". Demyx knew it was because he was an outsider. However, the owner of the shop and now his boss, Jade, had welcomed the help. At first, it was only supposed to be for a month, while one of the staff had gone on holiday, but Jade seemed to like him, and hired him full time.

Jade pulled her apron off and shook out her auburn hair. Now that Demyx was here until closing at 8, her shift was over. She walked into the back room to get her bag and coat. The blond pulled on his apron and waited at the counter, attempting to look busy. There wouldn't be much of a rush tonight, being the middle of the week.

The bell above the door tinkled, signalling that someone had just come into the shop. The blonde looked up from the counter and into the most intense-looking green eyes similar to the shade of his bosses (although hers were a lot softer; this guys seemed to radiate anger). The second thing he noticed was his hair. It was spiked in a way that couldn't be natural, and a flaming red colour that had to be dyed.

"What can I get you?" Demyx asked, trying not to stare into those eyes.

"Coffee. Black." The male said, sounding exhausted and annoyed, "To go." he added.

"That'll be $3.20" the blonde said, opening the cash register.

"No, that one's free, Dem." Jade said, walking out of the door leading to the back room. "He's my brother, Axel." She explained.

"Oh. Sorry." Demyx apologised, closing the register.

He turned his back on the red head, taking the two steps to the coffee machine.

"So why are you here?" Jade asked her brother, "Don't you drink the stuff at work?"

"The machine broke and I'm working late." Axel answered.

"No wonder you look like shit." she teased.

"Feel like it, too." He replied, his voice light, and Demyx guessed he was smiling.

By now the coffee was ready, and the blonde turned from the machine. Steam was rising out of the Styrofoam cup, hinting at its temperature. Demyx lifted his foot to take a step and felt his shoelace caught beneath something. He felt himself stumbling forward and the cup leaving his fingers. The cup hit the counter at the same time his hands did, spilling all over the counter. And Axel.

"AHHH! FUCK!" Axel called out in pain as the hot liquid soaked his front.

At the same time, Demyx started to apologise and Jade cracked up. The blonde grabbed a handful of napkins and shoved them at Axel, trying to mop up the mess he created. The red head shoved Demyx's hand away and pulled off his soaked shirt. The blonde took a minute to observe the toned, muscular (and now red) body in front of him before he noticed the gun strapped to his side.

Demyx's mind reeled. Axel was a cop. Cops and him didn't mix. Immediately his defences went up and he was surprised that he hadn't picked up on it before. He'd been around and avoided enough officers of the law to know how to distinguish them from everyone else. There was a certain way they carried themselves.

"I'm so sorry." Demyx apologised.

"You should be." Axel snapped back, glaring at the blonde.

Demyx glared back, before wiping up the mess. Axel walked behind the counter to dispose of the soaked paper towels that had been used to clean up his body.

"Thanks for the coffee." He said dryly.

"You're welcome." Demyx replied, still looking at the bench.

"Okay, you to play nice. See you tomorrow, Dem." Jade said, before walking out of the cafe.

Demyx turned his back on Axel, disposing of the wet napkins he'd used, and made another coffee for the red head, being extra careful not to spill it this time.

"Thank you." The red head said, his voice still a little grouchy.

"You're welcome." Demyx replied again, his defences still up. He knew in the short time Axel had been in the shop, the blonde had been profiled.

Axel picked up the coffee and his soaked shirt, turned, and left the shop. Demyx breathed a sigh of relief and hoped he wouldn't come into contact with the officer again.

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