The move
"So, you think your going to leave?" a kid snapped at a young boy. "Well guess what, your not because you are to.....whats the word...." another said putting there finger to there lip. "Weird" A boy, with dark pink hair and blue eyes, said walking up and pushing the young boy into the closet. From outside the closet he herd them walk way and started to cry.
This was no normal boy thought hes hair was a dirty blond and was cut randomly by the other kids. His eyes was a beautifully colored like the sea. The kid would always do this to him because they thought he was not worth a nice home but he thought other wise. He was a age of five and was there three years. He was the youngest to come there and the longest someone stayed there.
Wiping the tears from his eyes he started to pound on the door, hoping someone would find him before dinner. He did not know how long he pounded on the door but when it open his fist was bleeding. He looked up a the person that open the door.
It was a man around 15, he had long dark brown hair and a scar on the left side of his face and cat eye yellow eyes but they were kind looking down at him. The teen bent down and picked the boy up. His voice was so kind. "Are you OK?" the boys eyes flashed with tears. "Ah.... its alright." He said patting the boys back. He closed to closet door and walked down some flights of stairs to the main hall. "Sir, have you found one you like," the owner of the orphanage looked up and dropped his papers, "You can't want 'him' hes the one with out papers..." "And it will be easier on you then." He said in a possessive voice and his eyes widen to show the true beast of him. "And if you don't let me take him, I will distorter everything you have... got me?" The owner nodded and showed him the door. "Here you go you can go now..." "Thank you hears you fee." He handed the owner 3 munny. "That's how well you treated me and him.."
The boy woke up in a car and in the arms of the teen that saved him. "Ah, your awake. You can call me what ever you want, but my names Xigbar." The boy nodded and then crawled to set in the seat of the car, it was soft and velvet red. "Whats your name?" Xigbar asked. The kid pulled out a locket and Xigbar opened it in side there as a picture if apparently his family on one side and on the other it was a something scratched in the metal: D E M Y X. Xigbar closed his eyes. "Dem.. Demy... Demyx. That's your name?" Demyx nodded and hugged Xigbar as tears fell because no one said it right until Xigbar, other than his family.