Scream Your Non-Existent Heart Out!

Though, no one will hear you.

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A/N: La, la, la. Yet another KH Fic, it'll probably not be updated a lot. IDK. Anywho, the star of this fic is Xigbar, and his lovely sidekick: Demyx. More will join the team, eventually. Anywho, there is tons of blood (Even though nobodies don't have blood X3), violence, and death. Enjoy!

Pairings: In this chapter? None, really.

Warnings: In this chapter: Blood, Violence, Gangs.

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Chapter 1: Changing Fates

Xigbar opened his one good eye. He was on the cold, hard ground between two empty alleyways. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Demyx was next to him, out cold. Blood ran down his forehead and lip. His sitar, Arpeggio, was right next to him.

He kicked Demyx, attempting to wake the mullet-hawked boy.

Demyx's face twisted into one of frustration as he opened his aqua blue eyes. "…Xig?"

Xigbar's golden eye narrowed and he sat up, screaming as a sharp pain went straight down his body. "GOD DAMN!"

"You okay, Xig?" Demyx tried to sit up, but the same thing happened to him. He whimpered and lied down again.

"As if! Do I sound okay, dude?"

"What…What happened?"

"We must have gotten into some kinda brawl with strangers…again." he said, looking around the room and spotting traces and signs that others had been there.

"Did we win?"

"By the looks of things, no."

Xigbar struggled to get up, pain rushing in every limb. He eventually made it to his feet.

"Xig, I don't think I can make it up." Demyx said, squealing at how much it hurt to move.

"Well, try harder."

"Xig!"

"I was joking!" Xigbar said, grabbing the boys hand and helping him to his feet.

"Ouch!" Demyx yelled, "Be gentler!"

"I was."

"NOT."

Xigbar shrugged. "Who the hell were we up against, anyways?"

"Probably…I don't know…I'd say about…four people."

"That's pathetic. We lost to a quartet…"

Demyx brushed his hands on his jeans, "Not pathetic. They had double the allies."

Xigbar made a face. "That's still pathetic." He coughed, blood coming out. "c'mon, let's go back to the place and clean up."

"Right."

They came to their small apartment. They washed up and changed clothes.

Xigbar dressed casually; a black sleeveless shirt that read "Freeshooter" on it in purple letters; dark purple jeans, and the most comfortable combat boots known to man. Though there was one thing he didn't understand about his long-time friend, Demyx...

…his dress style. He wore a long, sky blue shirt; a stonewash mini-jacket over it; a dark blue scarf that sat carelessly on his shoulders; and pants of dark blue-almost black-lather. To top it off, he tied a blue headband around his head, his mullet-hawk still completely visible and stray bangs that dangled over the headband and sat under it, only the longer ones showing.

"You dress weird."

"So you've told me."

"Seriously, it's true."

"Whatever." He sat down on his bed, sighing.

"What?"

"I'm tired of this."

"Of what?"

"Living this way! We live in the coziest apartment, sure, but we always seem to get bloody and battered in fights with random strangers we'll never re-see. I'm sick of this town! What has The Town that Shouldn't Be done for us? Huh?"

Xigbar looked shocked. Demyx was usually SO happy and submissive…and now he was standing up for himself! "You know the Mafia lets no one leave."

"So? I don't wanna live this way! And I know you don't want to either!"

Xigbar smirked, crossing his arms and staring at the boy, "So you're suggesting we run away?"

Demyx nodded, "Like the current!"

"Ah, Demyx. I like your style. We leave at midnight."

"Midnight? That's three hours from now!"

"Yep."

Demyx grinned. "Let's do it! Let's go!"

Xigbar covered Demyx's mouth. "Shhhhh! Do you want them to know?"

Demyx shook his head.

Xigbar removed the hand.

"What kinds of things should we pack?"

"Lots of clothes. You know how easily our clothes get battered. All that fighting…"

"Okay…and hygiene stuff. We'll need that."

"Yep."

"We're not putting much thought into this, are we?" Demyx asked, laughing a bit.

"Now you're gettin' it."

Demyx smiled.

There was a knock at the door.

Xigbar made a 'be quiet' motion to Demyx and tiptoed to the door. He peeked out the window cautiously, seeing who was there. Some woman…they'd never seen before. She had black hair, it was short, and blue eyes. She seemed timid…but they couldn't trust that. She was wearing a white suit with a skirt, and gray stripes decorated it.

"Mr. Xigbar? Mr. Demyx? Are you home at this moment?"

Xigbar opened the door. "What?"

"My name is Xion, and I'm working with the Secret Service." Another name for the Mafia in these parts.

"Is that so? You must be a new face. I've not seen you around."

"Sir, I'm here to discuss serious matters."

"What?"

"You can't leave."

"As if! Who told you we were planning to leave?"

"The Mafia knows more about you than you'd imagine."

Demyx bit his lip, a nervous habit.

"If you escape, we will find you."

Xigbar shrugged. "Is that all?"

Xion made an offended face. Does he doubt the Mafia? Or had he just not heard her? "That would be all." She said reluctantly, turning, her clutch purse tight in her hands, and she walked away quickly.

Xigbar closed the door.

"So…are we still on?"

"You betcha."

Demyx smiled. "I knew it."