-I PREFER THE RAIN-

A GW/KH2 Crossover

By Axel Ingleson

The sitar player woke to find himself resting comfortably in a warm cozy bed. It was early morning and the sun was just starting to peek through the curtains. He sat up and gave a yawn which most people would've described as kittenish or cute. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around. No sign of the sitar which he had so loved to play. It broke his heart so that he sank back onto the mattress rolled over, and hid his head under the pillow so that no one could see him cry.

A young man, no older than the sitar player walked into the room with a tray of food. His hair was very long and worn in an expertly styled braid which reached down just past his tailbone.

"If you're awake, I've brought you some breakfast," he said, cheerfully. "You must be starving after your journey from… where are you from anyhow?"

"go 'way…" the musician sniffled.

"I'll just leave the tray, then," the cheerful young man replied, only slightly less cheerfully. "Name's Duo, by the way. Oh, Quatre's having your sitar repaired. Looked like it took quite a beating, but I think they'll be able to fix it."

"Arpeggio!" the blond exclaimed, suddenly sitting up. "I thought I'd lost it forever!"

Now more attentive, with the news of his sitar's impending repair and return, he suddenly realized that he was nowhere near his home. "Where am I?" he asked.

"You're safe," Duo explained. "You're in one of our safe houses. That's all I can tell you. It's for our safety as well as your own. Hey! You still haven't given me your name."

"Oh, sorry," the sitar player apologized. "It's Demyx. I was in a battle with this guy, I wish I hadn't been. I hate fighting. It hurts. I'd rather play my sitar. Why can't there be a world with no fighting."

"You sound just like Quatre," Duo told Demyx. "He doesn't like violence either. He's also a musician like yourself. Only he plays the violin."

"Violins can sound nice if they're played right," Demyx admitted. "But I prefer my Arpeggio. I just hope she'll come back soon."

"Well, eat your breakfast before it gets cold," Duo suggested. "Nothing worse than cold greasy sausages."

"Thanks, but no thanks," Demyx replied. "I'm too excited and nervous to eat right now. And," he added with a tone of slight dejectedness, "I'm also too sad. I'm so far from all of my friends."

"Not all of them," Duo told Demyx. "There's a man with a coat the same as yours in the next room. He got here an hour or so after you arrived. Nice tattoos."

"Axel!" Demyx was suddenly out of bed and half-way across the room before he noticed Duo holding something up to him. It was his clothes, all neatly washed and folded.

"Eek!" he exclaimed, realizing he was in his underwear.

Duo tossed Demyx the coat and the rest of his clothes.

"Turn around," Demyx requested. "I don't like getting changed in front of people."

Duo turned around and Demyx got dressed, wondering briefly how much money Duo spent each month on shampoo.

Coincidently, Duo was also wondering how much money Demyx spent on hair gel to keep up his mulhawk.

Demyx finished getting dressed and making his way to the next room to check on Axel.