This is something that I really really wanted to do. I've looked for a decent story about Demyx's life, without any yaoi or yuri or romance or stuff like that, and so far...I can't find anything!

So, naturally, I'm writing my own. I'll be trying my hardest to keep away from all the stereotypes of Demyx being an idiot, or being a useless fighter, or just being a worthless filler than can't do anything.

Nope. I think there's another side to him. A side that no one sees too often because it's not cutesy or funny or something like that. Hopefully I'm not wrong in this.

A series of connected drabbles, this is. But all with a present plot. Enjoy ;3

Starts out an AU then works into the canon. Based off a challenge I didn't post or finish - yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own KH, Organization XIII, or Demyx. Only Mesi Leith because Demyx needed a mother xD

Chapter I: Before


"Hey mom, I'm going to go hang out with my friends! I'll see you later!"

A pretty sandy-haired woman looked up and waved as her son disappeared through the front door. Turning back to her cooking the woman, named Mesi Leith, thought fondly of her mullet-haired young boy, Myde. Truthfully, he wasn't very young at all; he was, after all, turning nineteen the next day.

The smell of a freshly baked vanilla cake—vanilla was Myde's favorite, after all—reached her as the soft sound of a timer dinged. The cake was done. Now to move on to the rest of the party...


Myde knew what his mother was planning for him. A surprise party for his nineteenth birthday. He loved Mesi, but she was such a giveaway sometimes.

Myde didn't even care if he got a party or not. He didn't want flashy presents like he knew he'd get. He had enough comic books, video games, CDs, posters, and picks for his brand new sitar. As far as he was concerned, he was living a perfect life.

He had perfect friends that he could always rely on, a wonderful mother who was always there for him, a small, peaceful town that he could call home. Why would he need anything else?

His life was perfect.

...Then they came.