~Oranges and Lemons~

By: Aerys Krystie.

Theme: AU, XOver.

Plot: A soap opera star, star of the basketball team, head of the chess club, leaders of the drama club, champion and runner-up of sword fighting, the champion of fist fighting, head cheerleader, a less-than-sane buddy, a new comer and two adults that are only eighteen and all best friends.

All that plus a forgotten past, a dismal future, a bright future, a forgotten future, a tragic present and a lost destination.

Warnings: Shounen-ai, sexual tension, minor underage drinking, drug use, bad acting, harsh language, angst, character death and OOC-ness.

Disclaimer: The characters of Kingdom Hearts II, Final Fantasy VII/VIII/X and DNAngel do not belong to me. I make no profit from this story.

A/N: Being true to my usual stories, I naturally had to cross this over with DNAngel. The creepy part, it's not a Krad-centered story! *gasp* with that said, I hope you enjoy it.

During the revision, somehow this story became a serious one. I don't know how the hell it happened but it did. If you enjoyed the older version of it, I'm sorry.

Staring out the window of the train, Demyx sighed wearily. He wasn't sure how everyone was going to take his return. Without a doubt, Demyx was going to be expecting some for of bodily harm to happen to him. Sometimes, Demyx hated himself. He had yet to let anyone know he was returning as he knew how they would react when they found out. But if he was actually there, in the house…It was a different story.

Without realizing it, Demyx's mind drifted off to each of the members in the house. He smiled and shook his head. It made him wonder why he left in the first place. He frowned slightly. Why did I leave? he asked himself. He thought back but couldn't find a reason and the last thing Demyx wanted was to ask anyone what the reason was. Just in case it was something that hurt them. He hoped they would all be able to bury the past.

The train began to slow with a screech and Demyx stood, grabbing his suitcase. It was all he left with and over the years he was away, he hadn't gotten anything else. Demyx glanced around at the few other passengers in the carriage. He stared at a group of three, trying to place their faces. He shook his head, figuring they looked familiar because Leon had a scar similar to the boy sitting between his friends.

The train jerked to a halt and Demyx headed towards the doors, which opened with a hiss. He stepped onto the platform and looked around. As he expected, there was no-one from the house and Demyx made his way out of the train station. He glanced over his shoulder as a couple reunited and half smiled. He guessed that whatever happened on a business trip stayed with the trip.

Demyx headed away from the 'happy couple' and set out to find the tram. He couldn't be bothered walking the entire way to the house, knowing that the tram wouldn't take him that close to it. It would cut a minute and a half off the total time, something that Demyx was known for doing. Any shortcut possible and he was all over it.

Demyx continued walking until he found the tram and jogged to catch up to it. He froze and looked over his shoulder when he heard someone call out. He wasn't sure if it was meant for him but decided to look and see what was happening anyway.

"Hey, get out of the way! I've lost all ability of changing direction!" some kid on a skateboard called out.

Demyx continued to stare as the kid headed right for him. It didn't seem possible, in Demyx's mind that this could happen. Instead he watched and fell backwards as the kid collided with him. His suitcase fell to the floor and popped open. He groaned and started collecting his clothing, not wanting any of the people rubbernecking to see his underwear.

"Oh, gosh! I'm really sorry about that! But in all fairness, I did warn you," the kid said as he helped Demyx.

"Yeah. Sorry I didn't get out of the way but it was just so surreal." Demyx shoved his clothing back into the crappy suitcase and forced the locks on it. He glanced at the kid. Upon closer inspection, Demyx saw it wasn't a kid but a teenager, around his age. Someone else that looked really familiar. "Is school out already?"

The other teen shrugged and got to his feet. "No idea. I didn't attend today."

Demyx stared into amethyst eyes, probably looking clueless as the teen laughed and picked up his skateboard. "Sorry, I don't mean to stare."

The teen continued to chuckle and flicked his fringe out of his eyes, which fell back. "No problem. I'm kinda used to it. See ya 'round!"

Demyx watched as the teen pushed through the crowd and took off, flipping the board. Demyx blinked and wondered where he had seen that guy before. The sound of the tram brought him out of his thoughts as he remembered where he was and why he was there. Taking hold of the suitcase, Demyx walked up to the tram and boarded.

Ninety seconds later, Demyx got off and walked the rest of the way to the house. He knocked on the large doors and when no-one answer, he tried the handle. He discovered it was locked and sighed. His first day back and already he had to commit a felony. Sitting and waiting just wasn't an option at this point, for reasons unknown.

Demyx went around back, checking all the windows along the way. When he found none of them were unlocked or open, he sat down on the back stairs, sighing. His eyes slid over the backyard, seeing a large grassy area, an herb garden on either side of the stairs, chairs and a table on the porch, a chess table beside a pond, and a rose garden oppose the pond. Demyx got to his feet and looked up, there was a window open. He looked at the posts holding up the back veranda and figured they'd be suitable.

Demyx glanced around to make sure he was alone before the climbed up one of the posts. He wondered, briefly, how everyone else seemed to make it look so easy. He pulled himself onto the veranda and treaded carefully, making his way towards the open window. He slipped in and cheered. He glanced around the bedroom. He didn't remember any gloomy, depressed people when he was living there. Not thinking about it anymore, Demyx left the bedroom, closed the door and headed downstairs.

Demyx unlocked the front door and brought his suitcase into the house. He heard something break and spun around. He ran towards the direction of the noise, finding it to be the kitchen. His eyes slid along the counters and found the source of the noise. A cat had knocked over a glass.

"Hi, kitty," Demyx greeted as he went into the laundry, connected to the kitchen and got the dustpan and broom. He cleaned up the mess, making sure he got all the glass and disposed of it. He returned the dustpan and broom also and picked up the cat that was rubbing itself along his legs.

Still holding the cat, Demyx stepped into the kitchen and looked around. Nearly four years since he had last seen those counters. The layout of the kitchen hadn't changed and Demyx assumed the insanity of the occupants hadn't either. He only joked when he called the house Twilight's Insane Asylum but the named caught on and soon everyone was calling it that.

Demyx opened the huge refrigerator and stared at the contents. He reached in and helped himself to a bottle of water. The started squirming in his arms and Demyx let it jump to the floor. He opened the water, still looking around. He didn't have time to think about what he was going to do until the others got home because he could hear them.

"Who the fuck left the door open?" Demyx knew that voice anywhere, Axel.

"Were we robbed?" Kairi's voice hasn't changed.

"Shastealer! We are you, boy?" Demyx couldn't quite pinpoint that voice. Though it made him ask himself, who the hell names their cat Shastealer?

"If we were robbed, I hope they didn't look under my bed. Not even I'm game enough to go under there!" That could have been Roxas.

"You don't seem to have a problem going under there for your magazines." Axel again, teasing as always.

"Shut up! I'm not into porn!" Yep, Roxas. Always denying something to be true.

"That's not what I saw."

"You guys are meant to be the adults! Do something!"

"How about you stop taking Cloud's magazines?" That was Leon. There was no mistaking that voice.

Demyx watched as the crowd moved to the kitchen entrance, still arguing between each other. No-one seemed to notice him for a few minutes until Tifa looked in his direction and stared at him. That was another minute until she found her voice.

"Demyx?"

Everyone stopped their bickering to stare, blankly, at the solitary person standing in front of the laundry room. Everyone was silent for a minute until grins or glares broke out. Demyx remarked on how most of them hadn't changed. Well, they all had. Most of them had gotten taller and their voices had gotten a little deeper but they looked the same as they did four years ago.

"Well, it's a surprise to see you here, Demyx. Take you four years to realize you couldn't make it on your own?"

Oh, yes. Axel's taunting. How could anyone miss that? Demyx shrugged. "Don't know unless you try, right?"

Demyx looked over the group. Kairi, Selphie, Cloud, Leon, Sora, Riku, Roxas, Axel, Krad, Tifa and lastly Zexion. None of them were wearing the school uniform, apart from Kairi and Selphie. Krad was wearing the uniform of a school that Demyx had seen somewhere.

"Are you back for good?" Leon asked as he took the bottle of water from Demyx, taking a mouthful as he waited for an answer.

"Unless you guys don't want."

"Don't even think about it, Axel." Kairi and Krad glared at the redhead.

"No-one's moved into your room," Zexion muttered as he left the kitchen.

The air in the kitchen got a little tense as everyone gave awkward smiles that froze. Leon sighed. "No-one's cleaned it since he left, have they?"

Demyx grinned as everyone's excuses overlapped and as they blamed someone else. It was quality entertainment without having to leave the house. He tried not to snicker as he knew he would be in a load of trouble with them if he did and he didn't want to suffer Leon's wrath.

Leon held up a hand. "You're all grounded for a week."

"You can't ground me!" Krad declared as he stepped forward, almost like he was challenge Leon's authority.

Everyone suddenly found an excuse to get out of the room and darted for the stairs. Demyx decided it would be best if he did the same thing. He didn't feel ready to be dragged into something that didn't concern him. He left the kitchen, going up the stairs to the third floor.

As he wandered, Demyx noticed the place had been redone. The walls had been repainted a pale yellow and everyone's room had, no doubt, been updated. Which would explain the black room he entered when he broke in. He stopped outside his door and rolled his eyes when he saw some idiot had painted over it. He tried the handle and growled when the door didn't budge.

Demyx prepared himself to kick the door in but stopped when he heard shouting. It wasn't the usual banter that happened whenever Axel got bored. It sounded almost like hatred. He raised an eyebrow and couldn't believe the voices travelled that far. It was then that he noticed the house was dead silent.

Leaving the door alone for a minute, Demyx headed down the second floor landing, where the other occupants had gathered. Demyx couldn't really remember Krad or Leon but as far as he could remember, Leon never needed to shout at someone. Krad had always been overly passionate and got into heated discussions often.

Demyx glanced at Roxas, raising his eyebrows in a silent question. Roxas shook his head like he didn't know what was happening. Everyone in this house knew what was happening, even when it was top secret. It was just impossible for no-one not to know was going on. Demyx knew it was done out of love but sometimes; it got to be a little annoying.

"Go to hell, you pompous wanker!"

Demyx's eyes widened. He would never have had the balls to talk to Leon like that, which is probably why he left. Demyx blended in with the others, as they tried to look casual as Krad ran up the stairs, undoing the tie around his neck, muttering angrily. He either didn't notice everyone there or chose to ignore it. He went to his bedroom and slammed the door. The sound echoed up and down the almost empty hallway.

Demyx shook his head. Some things stayed the same, like Roxas, Sora, Kairi, Tifa, Cloud and Zexion. But something else had changed between Leon and Krad. Demyx decided he could figure it out later, as he went back up to the third floor and kicked in the door. He sighed when it broke in two. Now he had to deal with no privacy until he fixed it. If it could be fixed. He threw his suitcase on the bed and choked on the dust cloud that came up. It was going to take days to clear out all the dust.

"Hey, runaway."

Demyx's back went rigid and he was curious as to when that nickname would die off. He looked over his shoulder. "What, Riku?"

Riku leaned on the doorframe, his arms crossed. "Look, none of us are sure why you ditched us. But as long as you don't do it again, we'll support and help you get settled. So if you need a hand with anything, don't hesitate or whatever." Riku pushed himself off the frame and disappeared down the hallway.

Demyx smiled and shook his head. It wasn't going to bed as bad he thought. They all seemed to have no problem with him slipping back into their lives and Demyx missed them all, though he would never openly admit that. I wonder if any of them will let me sleep with them until this room is dust free?

"Don't count on it."

Demyx spun around, staring at Tifa, his heart racing. He couldn't believe he had forgotten that trait of hers. Tifa was somewhat of a mind reader. Demyx used to think she was just insane until she started picking up stuff he was thinking. He then realized it was because she was able to read people's body language and put two and two together. It was still creepy.

"You can bunk on the sofa, though. Dinner will be ready at six."

"Tifa?"

"Hmm?"

"What happened between Leon and Krad?"

Tifa laughed but stopped when she remembered that Demyx had been absent for four years. "Oh, Leon's been riding Krad kind of hard lately because his grades are beginning to slip. We're all trying to help him and he's doing his best. Leon knows that, too, but he's just worried that Krad will forget about his studies completely."

Demyx nodded, thinking it through as he opened his suitcase and Tifa left the doorway. He pawed through his clothing and stopped. He couldn't change and he had nowhere to put his clothing at the moment. He looked at the dusty set of draws and hung his head. It was going to take forever to get this room clean again.

"Runaway! Heads up!"

Demyx looked up in time to get a water balloon to the face. He wiped his eyes and glared at Riku, who smirked and took off down the hallway again. Downstairs he could hear Leon shouting at the others to not have water fights in the house. Demyx sat on the bed again and sighed. He reminded himself, again, that some things never change. It was good to be home.

Krad stared at the television, blankly. He could feel drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth but he didn't care. The game that Roxas and Sora were playing just sapped all the energy and intelligent thoughts from him. His eyes slid to the controller that Sora was using and how he was furiously pressing the blue button, eyes focused, eyebrows drawn in together, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth. Sora suddenly cheered and put the controller down. He playfully poked Roxas in the chest.

"Who's the best now?"

"You."

Sora grinned evilly. "Say it."

"I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby," Roxas said dejectedly.

"And don't you ever forget it!" Sora declared triumphantly.

Wiping the side of his mouth, Krad giggled and picked up the book he was reading. "You two are such dorks."

Sora and Roxas faced Krad. "Sorry we're not TV stars!" they said.

"You need to be a full on loser for that. How's the homework going?"

"Who's a TV star?"

Krad glanced over his shoulder at Demyx and shook his head. Maybe where Demyx lived didn't believe in television. It wouldn't have surprised Krad if that were true. After all, not many people enjoy soap operas about a gay teen, who can never find his perfect partner.

"Krad is," Roxas replied as he turned the game console off.

Krad faced Demyx and looked heart broken, the look he'd had to pull off in the last thirteen episodes of the series. The only thing missing was 'Karrad's best friend' to cheer him up. Krad smiled when a light seemed to go on above Demyx's head.

"No way! I thought you looked familiar but I thought it was just because I knew you before I moved."

Sora placed his hands behind his head as he watched Krad and Demyx. Krad probably had to deal with fans all the time but this was the first time Sora had seen Krad with one. It was kind of odd that Demyx was a fan of 'Date with Destiny'. Not that Sora could talk. He watched one episode and was hooked. He had to watch it everyday.

Kairi, Selphie, Cloud, Tifa and even Leon watched the show. In a way, Sora felt he was to blame for their sick addiction. It had nothing to do with Krad being the star, he was sure of that. It was just an unusual kind of show. Very rarely was the love life of a homosexual teen addressed in TV shows. It was a refreshing change.

Roxas sat down on the sofa as Cloud and Leon left the house. Though the huge front window Roxas saw Cloud hop on Fenrir and shook his head. It seemed a little unnecessary for them to go to work but with the way things were going, Roxas was fairly certain he knew why they were working.

Roxas glanced at Sora, who was now talking to Demyx as Krad went over Sora's homework, making notes. He could hear the girls in the kitchen, making dinner. Riku and Zexion were most likely working on their homework together and Krad would probably get one of them to help him. Axel was nowhere to be seen.

"Selphie! No!"

Everyone in the living room looked towards the kitchen expectantly. When nothing happened, except a string of curses and apologies, they went back to what they were doing like nothing had happened. If no-one was running around screaming and as long as they didn't smell smoke there was no reason to panic.

Krad finished reading over Sora's homework and glanced at Roxas. "How's yours?"

"I'll get it finished," Roxas promised as he picked up his file.

Krad grinned and turned, walking into Riku. "Make some noise, you ghost." Krad stepped around the platinum teen and ran upstairs.

Riku flopped onto the sofa beside Roxas and picked up the TV remote. He channel surfed until he settled on a repeat episode of 'Date with Destiny'. Roxas glanced at the screen and smirked. He remembered that episode. It was when Karrad was finally able to go on a date with the man of his dreams only for it to end in ruin in the next episode.

Roxas' eyes slid over to Riku and he chuckled to himself. Riku and Karrad's best friend, Salix, had a lot in common, even if Riku were to deny it. Unfortunately, Krad had picked up a few quirks from the series. Especially the main one Karrad had, which was jumping on his best friend's back.

Roxas turned his attention to the living room entrance when Kairi entered. She held a salad bowl in her hands. He grinned when she asked everyone to try a piece to see if she had the dressing right. Sora was the first and his face scrunched up like he had sucked on a lemon. Obviously too much vinegar. It was strange that she was applying to the college in hopes that she got into the culinary course.

Krad came bouncing down the stairs and looked over Kairi's shoulder. "Ooh, salad!" He took a piece of lettuce and popped it into his mouth. He stopped mid-chew to stare at nothing. His eyes watered and closed to slivers and his face flushed. He swallowed and coughed. "Maybe a little less vinegar next time."

Kairi looked disappointed as she stared into the bowl with despair. Demyx, Krad and Sora tried to cheer her up but telling her it was a common mistake and with a little extra oil it wouldn't be too bad. It seemed to work as Kairi looked up, grinning. She returned to the kitchen to try and fix the salad.

Krad wiped his eyes and sighed in relief. "You slipped right into that role, Demyx."

Sora nodded in agreement. "It was like you had never left."

Demyx beamed. "Well, none of you have changed. After four years it's like I haven't been away."

Krad and Sora exchanged glances and punched Demyx in the shoulder. "We're stronger now."

Krad turned to leave the two but stopped to whisper something into Sora's ear, who nodded with a smile. Krad stood behind Riku and gazed at the screen of the television. He frowned and looked down at Riku's messy strands.

Krad bent at the waist and wrapped his arms around Riku's shoulders. "Could you help me with my homework?"

"Eh," Riku grunted.

Roxas casually observed them as Riku continued to grunt his answers and the way Krad tried to con him into getting off the sofa. Riku didn't appear to be in a good mood. He was usually on his feet and half way up the stairs before Krad was able to finish his question. Today was different and Riku was probably just tired.

"You're such a bore at times, Riku." Krad exhaled in frustration and left the living room again.

Roxas was surprised by that. Krad didn't stop until he got what he wanted. Of course, Riku had always been a different case as Riku usually did everything that Krad wanted. The last month had been really weird between those two. The major change was seen on Halloween. No-one had any idea on what could have happened but they didn't seem as close as they used to be.

Roxas glanced at the entrance of the room and saw that he and Riku were alone. "Can't believe we're almost at the end of November already."

"Mm."

Roxas looked at Riku, whose eyes were still glued to the screen. He didn't say anything else and Roxas wasn't going to force him to speak. With a roll of his eyes, Roxas went back to finishing his homework. He decided to speak to Tifa later about the Krad/Riku problem.

End Chapter I.

A/N: So that's the revised first chapter. What did you guys think? I'm working on the other chapters and will have them posted ASAP! Please review.