Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this.

It was cold, dark and empty. Nothing, there was completely nothing. No sky, no trees, no buildings and no people.

He sat with his legs stretched before him and his arms at his sides while he looked up into what should have been the sky.

Confronting the Keyblade master.

Fighting, losing falling to the floor.

He shook his head, trying to recall what happened, maybe he could find out how he got here.

His sitar disappearing.

Closing his eyes he concentrated, his face scrunching up.

His body vanishing.

Then nothing.

"So I still felt nothing even when I died". He looked down and began fiddling with his hands.

Dropping his hands he squeezed his eyes shut, drawing his knees to his chest and burying his head. He hadn't felt like this since he had died, he cried then even though they have no emotions but he didn't cry now. He was alone now so no one would care.

"No, I won't cry I won't…" his shoulders shook slightly from the suppressed sobs.

"Don't cry Demyx", a calm voice spoke from behind him as two arms encircled him around the waist.

His eyes had shot open as he slowly raised his head. He didn't want to turn round in case this was all a dream.

They stayed like that for a while until Demyx decided to risk it. Taking a deep breath he slowly turned to face the other.

"Aren't you going to open your eyes?" Gulping he opened his eyes to meet that of a deep blue.

"Y-Your really h-here". The other shook his head while chuckling softly.

Demyx leaned forward wrapping his arms around him.

You know maybe this place isn't so bad after all

Okkk. Well that was corny.

Please don't kill me if I got anything wrong, this is my first fic. Sorry if this sounds anything like anyone else's fic.