Author's Notes: So, I have once again come up with an idea. I'm not saying it's good, I'm not even saying it's worth being continued. Since I have a self conscious issues with doing anything with a Beta, the first chapter is, as of right now, currently un-beta-d. I plan on sending it off soon though, as soon as I force myself to click the 'send' button. -stares at the computer- Anyway! Here is the firs chapter of it. Read on, dear readers.

Warnings: Boy love, swearing, blood, odd dreams that make no damn sense .

Pairings: ZexionxDemyx, AxelxRoxas, RikuxSora, and possibly, more I haven't decided. One thing you need to understand is that these couples are not set in stone, as for who 'tops'. Things like that tend not to work that way in real life, and they won't work that way in this story. Hell, it may be quite awhile before we see any couple like action at all. It will come though, just give it time.

Disclaimer: I don't own. Never will.

"Honey, there are just some words that don't go together. Molotov, and kitten are two such words. " - Ansem Retort

Demyx, was dreaming.

Demyx didn't generally dream.

This was a really weird dream. Figured.

It was like he could see, but not use his body. His eyes worked, and his ears heard sound, but the emotions and the movements, were not his. They couldn't be. He was straight, and no matter how much of a protective swell it caused in him, there was no way in hell he would touch a dude, not like this.

However remotely important these facts were, it didn't stop his traitorous hand from cupping the cheek of the man sitting across from him, his thumb rubbing along the other's cheek bone. The bright blue eyes of the smaller man closed and he leaned into the touch, a small noise of appreciation puffing warm air against his hand and wrist. A surge of love so strong it nearly choked him welled in his chest, and he felt a shit eating grin split his face.

Demyx wasn't all that sure where he was, but despite the panic that should of caused, it didn't. He was with Zexion, and that was all that mattered.

Wait.

Who the hell was Zexion?

He'd never seen this guy before in his life, so how did he know his name? It was a dream after all, and perhaps he could control it. He tried turning the petite male into a busty blonde, with skimpy clothing and a willing attitude. No luck. All that happened was that the slate haired man opened those impossibly blue eyes again, and for a moment he felt himself soften towards the dream, at the subtle amusement and carefully cradled joy that huddled in his eyes. Why did he always get the weird dreams?

" I'm dreaming aren't I, Zexion?"

If feeling emotions that weren't his was odd, speaking through lips he couldn't feel, was even more creepy and unwanted. The other nodded, just slightly.

"Yes. I called you here. "

Called him? What the hell, how do you call someone into a dream?

" Called me?"

Zexion made an irritated sound, almost impatient.

" Yes, called you. I need to tell you something, -"

A heart rending sorrow engulfed him, and his hand fell away from the other's cheek. So that was what bitterness tasted like.

" Of course. What is it? Can't it wait? "

A snort of what Demyx would assume was irritation, and he rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by the question.

" No, Demyx, it can't wait. This is - "

" Important, I know, Zex, I know. Not as if I'll remember when I wake up."

" We can only try, Demyx."

A sigh, and a feeling of supreme reluctance, Demyx looked down at the surface below him. A quilt, well used by the look of it. A bed room? Odd. Demyx would have jumped if could of, a sense of sadness welling in his chest, easily as the love had earlier. A small, cold hand tilted his head up by his chin, gentle and guiding.

" I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't think you could handle it. "

" But it hurts so bad, Zex. "

" I know Demyx. Just a little longer. "

An aggravated sound.

" So you keep saying."

With a resigned sigh, giving Demyx the idea that this was not the first time this conversation had occurred, the slate haired man moved closer, his grip on his shoulders to pull him closer, lips brushing against his ear.

The feel of warm air puffing against the cartilage, a shiver racing down his spine.

The words were slow, and careful, but it seemed as if he heard none of it, the moment he heard it. The world started to go black, and he could feel the hands against his face, cupping it, and the tear that rolled down one cheek, and for a moment, a sense of panic gripped him. A last phrase echoed, as if down a long tunnel, and he was tempted to try to cling to the moment. Part of him at least. The other part happily went along, happy to wash his hands of the weirdness.

"Sleep well, Demyx."

"Sleep well Demyx."

Demyx shot straight up in his bed, heart thudding at a high rate, that he was sure wasn't healthy for him in the long run. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and he wrinkled his nose . Gross. That dream. He'd had it before, again and again, and once again, he couldn't remember a lick about it, after the first moments of waking up in his own bed.

The tall teen looked at the digital clock next to his bed. It glowed a irritatingly cheerful '3:30 A.M'. With a disgusted huff, he fell back onto the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. He just wanted to go back to bed, and enjoy his night of sleep. He liked sleep. He was a teen. He craved sleep. Sleep was nice, and it was required. However, he could still hear the whispers of the dream in the back of his mind. That was going to bug him. Why did he feel such an overwhelming feeling of despair?

Damn this sucked.

This sucked major ass. So much ass, in fact, he was surprised there was any left that could be sucked successfully. Props to life, in finding a way to do so.

Eventually, since his body did crave sleep after all, his eyes grew heavy, and sleep claimed him, crushing him in it's welcoming embrace. Did he say sleep was nice? Sleep was damn nice.

The high pitched beeping woke him this time, crying happily for him to wake up and greet the new day. The sun was out and bright, clouds puffy, and sky blue. The birds sang and the grass smelled of spring.

Oh, screw that.

The blonde threw a hand out, slamming it onto the alarm clock, silencing it. There we go. A low groan echoed in the room. Damn stupid clocks, with their damn stupid alarms, telling him to wake up and go to damn stupid school.

Why bother? He was a senior this year, and the under classmen were the only ones really required to be there for the assessment test. He'd passed his exit level exams last year. However, Axel would kill him if he left him there to suffer alone, and with that, he sulkily pushed the blankets off him, still refusing to open his eyes to the morning.

Stumbling and swearing, Demyx made it to his bathroom, going through the motions, getting ready for the four hours of the morning periods of nothing in the gym.

" Answer the phone. Answer the phone. Answer the damn phone! Answer the fucking phone-"

The phone chirped his friend's ringtone, and Demyx stumbled over, grabbing the black electronic, putting it to his ear.

"Mphfeow."

" Good morning, Starshine. "

"Shthckp,"

" The Earth says hello."

Demyx popped the tooth brush out of his mouth, foam still clinging to his mouth.

" Axel, what the hell do you want? "

" Can't I just call to say morning? "

" That's not how you work."

A long silence followed this, and Demyx almost asked if he was still there. Almost.

" Fine. I wanted to ask you something-"

" I swear to Odin's balls, if you want to know how to get into Rox's pants, I don't know and I wouldn't tell you if I did. "

" Gee, what a great friend you are, Dem. Good to know you care about my sex life. "

" Axel, he's my little brother to start off, second, straight guy here. Now, what do you want?"

A chuckle, one might describe as attractive but Demyx just found rather tiring. He could tell this wouldn't be a fun conversation . Axel was a freak, and he enjoyed having long talks in the early mornings. Demyx, did not. Rinsing his mouth out with water, he held the phone pressed against is shoulder and ear, listening to his friend.

" So, I was wondering, do you-. Dude, are you brushing your teeth while I'm on the phone?"

"Mhm. "

" Great. Anyway, do you dream Dem?"

Demyx nearly choked. Dreams? Why was Axel asking about dreams? Had he done something odd lately? Oh, dear lord, what if Axel knew that he feared his deepest fears because he talked in his sleep? He'd have to cut all ties and move away. Change his name and all that shit. So troublesome.

" What kind of dreams? "

" Oh, this and that, but more importantly, ones you can't remember really well."

Shithshitshit- He knew! He must of talked in his sleep. Panic swelled into his chest and Demyx felt his breathing speed up and he laughed, nerves becoming stressed.

"Uh, why do you ask? "

"Hm? Oh, I read this article while I was in that crappy little waiting room for the doctor's office, and it caught my eye. "

"What did it say about those kind dreams? "

"Eh, some bullshit about how they might be premonitions or some shit like that. I was just wondering, you know. You talk in your sleep, say some real weird shit. "

Crap. Of course he talked in his sleep. This is why he was friends with Axel. The guy wouldn't pester him over the phone. Not early in the morning at least, but he knew that it was on the agenda. Crap.

"Huh. Is that really why you just called me at seven in the morning?"

"Well, no, but you already told me how you wouldn't help me snag your bro. That was what you left me with, Dem, you brought it on yourself. That and I wanted to make sure you were up. I know you, water boy."

"Freaky bastard. Sick, freaky, bastard. Seriously, Roxas isn't going to go for you. You're not his type."

"How do you know his type? Hm?"

"'Cause dude, I'm his brother. I'm privy to these kinds of things."

"Eh. We'll see, we'll see. Hey, I gotta go score me some breakfast, so I'll see ya at the hell hole. Don't ditch me Dem."

Rolling his eyes, Demyx mentally snorted. To borrow an old phrase, as if, he liked living, thank you very much.

" I'll be there, Axel. See you there."

With that, he snapped his phone closed, and threw it onto his bed as he passed by. It was going to be a long day, he could tell already. He hated school, and even though he was graduating this year, he knew only more schooling was coming. Damn college. Damn parents for wanting him to have 'a better life'. He was doing just fine damn it! It wouldn't last, though, nothing ever did anymore.

Crap. Life was crap. More importantly, his life was crap. It was bad enough he'd had to get up early to take Roxas to the school, and though he'd been able to gloat about not having to sit through a day of nothing, he knew that he really didn't have enough time to go home and go back to sleep. Instead, he'd went to grab himself some breakfast from the nearest 7 Seas, and gone back to the parking lot to enjoy his entirely unhealthy breakfast.

It had been all good, having then dozed off for about half an hour, enjoying his chance of peace and quiet. Until he was woken by his passenger door being opened, and Axel sliding in, slamming the door behind him. Demyx resisted the urge to whine at the intrusion of his peace.

" Hey Dem. "

Sigh. Oh well.

" Hey, Ax."

Opening one teal eye to stare at his friend, who was going through his glove compartment, he watched with some sort of fascination.

" What are you doing to my poor May-bell? Besides assaulting her."

" Okay, first, May-bell is a stupid name, second, it's a car, and third, looking for something I hid here yesterday."

Demyx gave his friend his best glare, which was more of a sulky pout. May-bell was not a stupid name, and she wasn't just a car! She was his baby, damn it!

A look of triumph crossed the red head's face and he pulled out a bag out of the compartment. Opening it, he frowned, before crumpling it up, muttering under his breath. Dem looked at him, cocking one blond eyebrow.

Axel shook his head, waving it off. The skinny teen crossed his arms, staring out the window, almost pensive.

"You know, Demyx, I'm going to miss this place. A little. I mean, we've been in this same damn town for all our lives, and it's hard to believe we'll be leaving in less than two months. Shit dude, I just don't know anymore."

Demyx sighed, and stared at the brick building that he'd called school for the past four years. He felt sorrow well in his heart, and he knew how his friend felt. Hate it, love it, you're going to miss it, eventually.

" Yeah man, I know what you mean. It's a crappy hell hole, but it's our crappy hell hole."

The two teens smirked at each other, before going back to their pensive states of mind. It was like that until a smooth white car pulled into the lot next to Demyx's precious May-bell. Demyx looked, reluctantly. Ah, crap.

"Shit. Ax. "

Axel looked, smirking, looking more like a the cat who had seen a bird that was his dinner.

" Finally."

The dirty blonde felt a moment of irritation. Axel and he'd been best friends since freaking kindergarten, but that hadn't stopped the red head from making tight friends with the new kid at the school, someone who had just moved there that year. Demyx could understand Larxene and Marluxia, kind of, and he could understand Saix, and Roxas was his own brother. They were his friends too, so it was all cool, understood and fine. They'd all known each other for years. However, Riku, he was new. He was also filthy rich, the prick, and then he had the audacity to act nice and polite to everyone. Bastard.

Axel slammed the door behind him and Demyx rolled his eyes. Guess he would have to play nice with the neighborhood kids. Taking the keys out of the ignition, he got out of his black-once-upon-a-time car, locking in behind him.

Riku was getting out of his beauty of a car, top of the line, new and all that shit. The silverette gave the two of them a smirk.

" Demyx, Axel, how is it going guys?"

" Like a Monday."

"It's going. Slowly."

Riku nodded. The three of them fell into a line, Riku on one side of Axel, Demyx on the other. As they crossed onto the school grounds, a flash of blue caught Demyx's eye, and he felt a flash of cruel amusement and relief. Saix scared the crap out of him, but he didn't like Riku any more than he did. As the trio approached the building the rest of their group met them there, from Marluxia to Saix, only missing Roxas, the poor junior.

Saix gave Riku a cold once over, gold eyes hard and annoyed before dismissively looking away. He ignored Demyx, and cocked an eyebrow at Axel. The red head shrugged. Whatever had just passed between the two was lost on Demyx. Those two had been friends longer than he and Axel.

" Demyx. Axel."

Demyx had to resist the glee at the affronted look on Riku's face. Apparently, he didn't care for Saix either, nor that he had been casually brushed off. Marluxia was arguing with Larxene about something, and while it was generally amusing to watch the two bicker, it could get tiresome.

" What's today's issue up for debate?"

" I'm not sure. I just arrived myself."

" Huh."

Marluxia was sitting on one of the outdoor lunch tables, while Larxene stood on the ground, hands planted firmly on her skirted hips. With bright blonde hair and lovely green eyes, and legs that just didn't quit, she was a beauty. Unfortunately, the short haired girl was meaner than a pit bull with rabies. Marluxia was a fashionista, and simply deplored the way that most of them dressed, and often tried to fix that, with a good amount of muscle and sheer force of personality. Smug bastard. His pink hair and eye for clothes might make some peg him for gay, but everyone in their group knew just who was screwing who, and it seemed that he and Larxene had a good thing going.

Demyx sat down on one of the benches around the table, relishing the feeling of sun on his face. This was alright. He was at school yeah, but he had his friends, and sure they were bickering, but that was normal and okay for them. It made him feel like he was where he was supposed to be. With a hum, he put his ear buds in, intent on listening to his music, waiting out the fight.

" This place is a lie, Demyx."

His aquamarine eyes shot open, and he looked around, pausing the music he had been listening to. That voice, it was almost as if he knew it. It sounded as if it were distorted by something, like time and space, echoing. Looking around at his friends, he gave a mental shrug. They hadn't heard anything. Closing his eyes again, he went back to his happy place full of screaming guitars and fantastic vocals. However, the longer he sat there, listening, the more he could feel himself drifting off, not sleeping, but not awake either.

A chill crept over him, like a blanket of unease had draped over him, clinging to his skin, despite the sun warming the world. A bitter taste filled his mouth, vile and clinging, like blood left to sit for too long, coppery and dead. Demyx nearly gagged. What was going on? The teen tried to open his eyes, panic sweeping him. He could feel things, odd things out there. It felt as if they were, false images, there but not. A feeling of dark intent oozed off them, and he had a feeling, if he could feel them, then could they see or feel him too? He had a feeling that he really didn't want to know what was going on.

The world had gone silent, and he could hear his heart beat, increasing, and a sweat broke out all over, cold. Demyx tried to open his eyes again, and when he creaked them open, as if they were heavy as lead. The world was nothing but shades of gray and black. It looked, charred. No wind, no sound, it was disturbing. There was a smell of death and despair, geeze, he'd only thought that was artistic license that was used in books. He gagged as he inhaled. What was this place?

"Your future, fool, if you do not hurry!"

Demyx looked around, or at least he thought he did. No one was there, no place for that same strange voice to of come from. Oh, he was so not the one for this place. Third rate horror movies bothered him, this place was going to devastate him. A sound like tinkling glass caught his attention. Turning, Demyx felt paralyzed as he stared at, something. It was like a turkey with a dinosaur head and hide. Scaly and ugly, sightless from the lack of eyes. It stood, on a window edge, it's armless and wingless body seemed poised to pounce. It opened it's mouth, showing off serrated teeth, mass of flesh stuck between them, and the tongue, arched, as if trying to scent him. It was like a ball of scales with clawed feet and a cavernous mouth. Creepy and kinda lame really. Still, as it gave a shrieking cry, a feeling of 'oh shit' came over him. Was this how those guys felt in that dinosaur movie? The one with the raptors. Oh god, what if he died? He didn't want to die!

The sound of more cries, sounding the same gave him a chill, and for a moment, he just wished that he would just wake up. As the creature seemed to study him, and more appeared, it seemed to become surprised. It hissed, angry, like a cat or something. It seemed conflicted, as if it wanted to run but didn't want to leave an easy meal. The feel of breath on his neck made the blonde tense further, squeezing his eyes shut, expecting the worst.

When a hand touched his shoulder, he yelped, whirling on the person. He was warm again, the sun happily in the sky, shining, and Axle was giving him an odd look.

" Sorry Dem, didn't know you were out of it like that. Come on, unless you want to lose those precious exemptions, we gotta go sign in. "

" R-right."

Forcing a grin, he stood, and joined the flow that was heading into the gym building. Exemptions, the only reason they were there. Seniors got to skip four of their seven classes with those, their final exams that is. Who would throw that away? Not Demyx, not the way he was struggling in Anatomy and Calculus.

As they walked, he couldn't repress a shudder as he remembered the sight he had seen. That was strange, and he just really, really wanted to forget it. Perhaps four hours of mind numbing nothing would help with that issue. Probably not.

It was during their two hour lunch that they heard the news. They'd met up at the best littler diner in the entire freaking city, Nocturne. They had scored their favorite booth, and surprisingly it fit all six of them, and it was Demyx's misfortune that he was the one to see it first. The diner had televisions here and there, with sub-titles on, so they wouldn't interfere with the conversations of customers.

Demyx had been in the middle of going to town on his hamburger when the news caught his eye. The sight of people fleeing from behind the reporter made him put his food down all together. It looked as if some explosion had happened, or something, an attack? On Radiant Garden? Who was that stupid? No one. That's who, not after the last war that had happened, decades ago.

The news reporter looked cute in her classy work outfit, the pencil skirt and blazer, looking oh so professional with her short brown hair styled perfectly. Normally, this was enough to have Demyx's attention, but it was the panic and fear in her blue and green eyes that made his attention freeze on the scene. The words appeared on the screen, not fast enough for him, and he yelled over to the waitress to turn it up. The woman did, not arguing with him.

His friends had stopped talking, after they looked to the set, though Larxene looked annoyed, he'd probably interrupted her. Demyx winced, this had better be important, otherwise he was going to get an earful from the blonde girl.

The diner seemed to turn it's complete attention to the one T.V, and the scene was becoming more and more disturbing.

Behind the pretty reporter was a scene of smoke and ash, flames could be seen, just barely, and she had to yell to be heard over the screams of the soot covered victims.

" We're on location at downtown Radiant Garden, where there seems to have been some sort of attack! We currently have no information as to just what has happened, or what sort of attack it is, though the authorities are sure it's not a biological attack!"

The pretty brunette put a hand to her ear, listening to whatever she was being told, before looking back to the camera, trying to control her features.

" We've just gotten word that paramedics, law enforcement and fire fighters are on their way, from all over Radiant Garden, trying to help contain the damage. We're going to try to get a closer look at just what has happened, and keep all our viewers informed."

The woman turned, and motioning the camera person to follow her, the picture became rocky and hard to see clearly. You could hear screams of the fearful and injured in the background. Sirens and official vehicles were seen rushing onto the scene, and it wasn't long before the reporter was stopped by the police, though she was closer to the action, she argued for a few moments. Finally she turned back to the camera.

" Ladies and gentlemen, I would like it to be known, that not only have we been denied entrance to speak to any officials of the departments, but no information has been further given! We have no idea how many are injured, dead or missing, and though this attack is a mystery, we will keep trying to get information for the public! We have been given permission by the station to keep rolling live. "

For a moment she listened to the voice again, nodding now and then before returning to the camera's lens.

" We are trying to get in touch with any official that has information, but it may be awhile in coming, Gullwing News will keep you updated and informed on any updates, -"

She paused again, before continuing, panic in her voice as well as a touch of thrill at breaking such a huge story.

" It's official, Radiant Garden is at red alert, a state of emergency has been declared. Apparently, there has been another attack, closer to the -"

The young reporter had her microphone ripped from her grasp by a officer, who looked stressed and more than a little pissed. He whispered in her ear for a moment, before pulling away. The young woman nodded, and motion for her camera person to zoom in on the officer. The uncomfortable looking man looked into the camera, his serious voice carrying a dreaded message.

" Martial law has been declared around the attack zones. If we see looting, stealing, or anyone trying to get past the police line, we will shoot to kill. This is a matter left to officials, please, do not make us enforce this ruling. "

With that he gave the microphone back.

Whatever she said next was lost in a volley of gunshots, echoing through the area. The people on scene swung to get a better look at what was going on. Another officer raced towards them, blood streaming down his face. His gun was clasped in one hand, and as he waved at them, he screamed, screamed at them to run. The officer and reporter turned to look, and the other officer kept coming, running hard. Unfortunately, he stumbled, fell, rolled and scrambled for his gun. Through the smoke, ash, and dust, came a figure, running just as hard as the officer had, but so very inhuman. It ran on all fours, it's long fingers grasping at the rubble and ground, and it's back was hunched, but it couldn't of been very tall at all. It's muzzle was canine in looks, but no lips nor gums covered the teeth, that were haphazardly placed it's jaws. It's eyes were yellow and sightless, and no fur seemed to cover it's black skin.

The entire diner stared along with the people on T.V. as the officer downed grabbed his gun just as the creature leapt, jagged and uncovered teeth sinking into his throat. The other officer yelled at the reporter to run, while he himself fired off shots into the beast. It ignored him completely, tearing into the poor man, ripping away bone and tendon as if it were nothing more than paper.

The reporter and camera person ran, not hesitating, and finally, mercifully, someone in the diner hoarsely requested the T.V. be shut off. Everyone seemed stunned. Demyx slowly turned to look at his friends. Axel looked shocked as Demyx felt, and Riku was looking pale and disgusted. Saix was still staring at the blank T.V., but from the way that his knuckles were white, he knew the other boy was bothered as well. Even Larxene and Marluxia were quiet. Demyx blinked once, before he looked back at his food, suddenly, reluctant to eat anything again.

With a sudden, jerky movement, he got out of the booth , threw the money to cover his meal on the table, and walked to the door, trying not to panic. He heard foot steps after him, and the when he got to his car, he wasn't all that surprised to see Axel in the passenger seat. He looked as shaken as he did earlier, but a fear was underlying that. Demyx looked at him, and tilted his head.

" I'm not letting you go alone Dem. We're buds. Now where are we going?"

Demyx blinked, staring at the steering wheel. Where were they going? Home? To see if his parents were there? Anywhere but there? Roxas was going to be pissed that this ruined his test day. A humorless chuckle escaped him, and the teen felt a shudder go through him.

Roxas. His baby brother.

Just as he turned the key, the sound of someone sliding into his back seat caught his attention. Both Axel and Demyx looked. Riku sat there, looking expectant.

" 'Sup guys? "

Demyx scowled.

" What are you doing here Riku? I'm not taking you home, so get the hell out and take your own damn car."

Riku rolled his eyes.

" Look, I've been through this shit before. You're going to need me, now if you want to save your little brother, drive! "

Demyx and Axel stared at him, before the blonde teen whirled and cranked the car up, before leaving the parking lot. He was going to go get his brother, and then, well, then they were going to take it from there. Axel, meanwhile, was giving Riku a suspicious look, still turned around in his seat. There was almost a wildly angry feeling to the look, and he grit out a sentence, clearly wanting nothing more than to grab the silverette and shake him, good and hard till he fessed up.

" What do you mean, you've done this before?"

Riku raised his eyebrows, annoyed and surprised it seemed.

" Exactly what I said. I've dealt with these creatures before. They're just the start. "

When the red head didn't relent his glare, Riku wiped the rather relaxed expression he had worn on his face since the moment he'd sat in the back of the old beat up car.

" Look, you're going to have to trust me on this one, okay? I know what I'm talking about, and I promise I'll tell you later! Right now we don't have time to be at each other's throats. They spread fast. "

Axel twisted back around, and Demyx wasn't sure if his friend was upset just because he'd apparently been lied to for so long, or because of the situation. Traffic was bad, but it would only get worse. After ten minutes, of no one moving, and only honking cars being heard, it was Riku that lost his temper first.

" This is taking too damn long! Come on, pull the car over Demyx, we can get there faster if we run."

Demyx gave him an irritated look. The other teen was right, but still, Mary-Bell could be hurt, or damaged, or stolen, or-

"Demyx! Just do it!"

Axel was the one who snapped at him that time. With a snort, he jerked the car over, into an empty parking space. The three teens pilled out, and Demyx locked the doors, trying to shake the feeling that this was the last time he'd see his baby.

The three teens set out for the school, jogging, dodging around, shoving when they needed to. Roxas was in danger. Ah hell, his parents would kill him. Kill him deader than dead. He loved his family, but they were important persons in their own respective jobs, and often the job of raising Roxas fell to Demyx. He just hoped his parents were safe over seas, for a meeting, and that nothing happened to them on the way home. Roxas was a year younger, stubborn to a fault, and rather ruthless and unkind when he wanted to be. But he was still vulnerable in other ways. That was why he still had yet to give Axel the go ahead to date his brother he didn't want him hurt.

As they ran, Demyx could only imagine the worst, and he could only pray to ever deity that he'd ever heard of that Roxas was still there. Still safe, and hadn't run off without him. He'd kill him if he had, when and if he found him. What was happening? Why? Would any of them make it out of this alive?

As they rounded the last corner, Demyx felt all the blood rush from his face as he stared at the impressive building. Flames licked from windows, and glass shimmered on the mockingly green grass. He though he might be sick yet. He heard Riku swear under his breath. The blonde teen bolted towards the school, leaving Riku and Axel to follow him.

"Roxas!"

He screamed as loud as he could, hoping to hear his brother, or anyone. A hand clamped over his mouth, harshly.

" Shut up!"

Riku hissed at him, giving him and Axel warning looks and held a finger to his lips. It was a tad too late though. A high pitched sound, a sound that was far from human. It shattered anything like peace. From one of the windows fell a shadow, one of the creatures, from the television. It's body looked like an oil slick given bones and muscle. It's long ears, more like antennae, were against it's head. It was fast, and it stared at them, before racing forward, it's jaws parted, and slavering mouth exposed, seeking their bodies, their throats, their lives.

Author's Notes: And that's it for the first chapter. Yes, no, maybe so? Mistakes, I made? This is un-beta'd so let me know if I missed something obvious. Well, review and let me know, okay? Flames will be used to burn my marshmallows.

-C.C.