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WARNING!: THIS STORY WILL HAVE SPOILERS FOR THE FOLLOWING GAMES, BOOKS, SERIES AND MOVIES; Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 days, Kingdom Hearts 2, Kingdom Hearts Novels, The Little Mermaid (TV Series), Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning. Read at your own risk.

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Demyx's Beginning

Chapter 1

Reminiscing

Day after day, I've been in this room since I ceased to be or rather since I lost my heart. The white walls were blinding as always. The bed was the same. The little white chair, where my cloak and gloves lay, was still the same. The only thing of color in here was my Arpeggio standing against a wall. Its blue was a great contrast to the endless white. No different from any other day. So why exactly am I doing this?

Staring at the mirror adjusting my hair it was quite useless to do really. There's no particular reason to fix it. Just a memory from, when I still had my heart lead me to the action.

Deciding there was no more need to adjust my hair I picked up Arpeggio and strummed as I sat down to bed.

Words of a near forgotten lullaby come to mind. "Oh the waves roll low and the waves roll high and so it goes" I sing but there came no meaning to it. "Under a bright blue endless sky" I feel nothing. "Waves try to measure" A musician without emotions it's, pitiful. "Days that we treasure-"

I sense a dark portal being opened. "Keep it down." I cursed under my breath and turned to see Xaldin.

Xaldin was standing there. His eyes forever knotted stared at me.

"Is it too hard to at least knock before barging into people's rooms?" I bluntly told him what displeasure I felt of this visit. My hands itched to summon some water clones to try and be rid of him. But knowing he was much stronger I just strummed on my sitar.

"What will you do with those human memories you cling to?" Xaldin taunted me. I swear he doesn't even try to act like he has a heart. His voice was true ice.

It would best to just act oblivious of what he meant. "Hah? What are you saying, old man?" My hands stilled, and I turned my face towards Xaldin. "What about you?"

"Nothing at all." Xaldin drawled out nonchalantly. Then in his eyes I saw this glint of mischief. "But I'm interested in how you guys let your human memories influence you."

"Hmm," I utter lamely in hopes that being despondent would lead him to grow disinterested in my memories. I plucked the strings tuning the sitar.

"Won't you keep it in moderation? It's loud, I can't sleep."

I would laugh at that but doing so might lead to a fight. "Not being able to sleep cause of the noise is kinda, well, human-like, isn't it?" I said, smiling. I resumed strumming on the sitar.

"Fool. Nobodies need rest too. A terrible force is moving this world. We gotta rest to store up power."

What exactly is he talking about now? "The world? I dunno nothing about that. I dunno anything you members from the old days are thinking," I said, truly having no interest of what the organization was doing. I began playing the notes of the lullaby.

I could hear and feel the opening of a dark portal and footsteps fading away. Finally.

There was only one reason for joining this organization. "Oh the waves roll low, and the waves roll high and so it goes" To reclaim my heart. "Under a bright blue endless sky" To go back home. "Waves try to measure days that we treasure" To her.

Just for a moment I think I felt something real stir inside me. "Wave hello and wave goodbye."

Memories began piling up in my mind in an archaic order. I see times of happiness, sadness, wonder and love. I must have fallen asleep without meaning to. It was really disorienting the first time I slept as a Nobody. Suddenly unable to form dreams, another fantastic side effect of being a Nobody. No. Instead we get to see our lives being played out repeatedly in our heads until we wake, a great way to further torture us of our inhumanity. Fortunately I've been through this many times that I've learned to control it.

I slid down the waters onto a stage and summoned Arpeggio. I played some scales on it until the scenes slowed and focused on the glass wall. I stopped strumming when I saw it. The memories paused. I see myself, or rather my past self. He was staring, just staring in awe of the palace gates. The great glow of the underwater kingdom dazzling him. Edym.

If one were to set the two of us side by side no one would believe we were the same person. For one, he had hair that was like a chocolate drop, olive green eyes, and well toned muscles. But the most striking difference between us would be that Demyx had legs while Edym, he had a yellow green fish tail.

I strummed a particular note on Arpeggio and the memories flowed again. I sat myself down watching the memories play the life I had lost.

Beginning

I can't believe it. I'm finally here. Well almost there anyway. But, still, Atlantica is just beyond those gates. The palace is as beautiful as I remember it, maybe even better. The tall spires, the winding palace columns, they were all magnificent. This is going to be great. I can just picture it. Soon I'll be singing in the Atlantica Dome adored by thousands. Mermaidens everywhere will faint as I dazzle them with my voice and charming good looks.

In excitement I propelled myself the rest of the way, never minding the enormous weight of my sitar in its case. In no time at all I saw the border gates. Two swordfish were floating on guard of either side. I waved to them and getting no reaction, shrugged my shoulders and paid them no mind.

I swam in. The buildings still all looked the same, plenty of coral coves, colorful when light grazes them. The kelp, seaweed and coraltubes were all thriving. But I get this nagging feeling that something is different. Shaking it of as nothing more than nerves at being back I tried to find the way to my new home. After some time of endless wading in circles I sat myself down in the center square where a giant bubble fountain was. I looked around and with wide eyes; I finally realized what was so different. There were no merpeople around.

Did I get myself lost that I wasn't really in Atlantica? It would explain why it was swordfish that were guarding the gates and not mermen. But there was no way I could have gotten lost. I even used dad's old compass to get here. Could it be broken? No. Magic was used to make it. Maybe I'm just so tired that I can't tell my right from my left. After all I didn't take many brakes getting here barefins alone.

I let out a sigh. No use worrying about it now. I let out my sitar from its case. "It's been awhile Da Capo." My fingers slid across the strings, unsatisfied with the sound I grabbed on a peghead turning it slowly and carefully whilst my other hand kept strumming. Da Capo one of my first custom made sitars. Having a golden spiked cross as its pegheads. The fretboard made to look like the ocean waves. The ribs made to look like those spiky seashells and a soft yellow soundboard. I thought it would be appropriate to bring her, Da Capo, my first self made sitar with me as I got myself back to Atlantica. Finding myself satisfied with her sound I hummed a little as I figured out what to sing.

From the corners of my eyes I saw merlings peeking out of their coves. My strumming must have attracted their attention. Two girls and a boy and an octopus. The boy was a scrawny little thing with pale green fins and messy blonde hair. One of the girls was a true blonde with blue eyes, blue fins and all dolled up with fancy seashells and a shell hair ornament twisting her hair up, and wearing jewelry. The other girl looked like a foreigner, deep dark skin, short dark brown hair, green eyes, wearing pink seashells matching her pink tail fin. The octopus looked like any other ones I've seen just that it was a light purple color. Edym we have an audience. Let's show them a great time.

I smiled their way and began to sing. "Swim this way, we'll dance and we'll play," I gestured to them to come closer. In response they just hid themselves further behind the rock. "Now it's very easy, come on in, just take a chance and shake a fin." The octopus started swaying to the beat of the sitar. His friends looked at him and he stopped momentarily shrugging his shoulders, grinning. "Don't be shy, let the music inside, And dance, dance, dance!" I floated up and started dancing around the bubble fountain. "Swim this way we'll dance and we'll play," I gestured to them again to join me. "Now it's very easy, come on in just take a chance and shake a fin." The pink tailed girl swam behind me followed by the octopus and danced along, twirling and spinning. The other girl just smiled and followed quickly and the guy shook his head and reluctantly followed. "Swim this way, We'll dance and we'll play," I swam up to the fountain's platform and with a little help from my strumming I got more and bigger bubbles to come out of the fountain. They came out in a rainbow of colors sparkling. "Now it's very easy, come on in Just take a chance and shake a fin." The merlings were having fun just watching the bubbles float by. Seeing the octopus reach towards a lot of them, "Just a touch, 'cause it won't take too much," I warned him carefully as I slowly touched one of the bubbles. "to pop, pop, pop!" It popped leaving a shower of sparkles and the merlings began popping the bubbles. One particular big one grew closer to the octopus, landing where his nose would be and it popped. All of us laughed at all the sparkles covering him.

"Swim this way, We'll dance and we'll play," I got myself up to the very top of the fountain. "Now it's very easy, come on in," Carefully I rode on the bubbles. I weighed them down but as more were made they lifted me up high. "Just take a chance and shake a fin." And as the bubbles reached their peaked and popped I swooped back down fast and the merlings directed some bubbles to where I landed and it cushioned my fall.

The merlings' laughs stopped. "Don't dilly-dally, it's your big finale" I looked at them questioningly and then I bumped into something behind me. "Sha-la-la…" I looked up and saw two very large and very angry looking swordfish. And that's saying something.

I heard the dash and popping of bubbles telling me I'm alone in this."Ahh… Heh, heh. Hello?" I greeted them. Are these the same swordfish from before?

"What do you think you're doing?" The two of them then pointed their very sharp looking snouts at me. I began backing away from them very slowly and carefully. They just kept following.

"I was uhh… singing." I swallowed the lump that grew in my throat.

"Don't you know music is forbidden in the kingdom?"

"Forbidden? Why would it be forbidden? Atlantica is most known for its great music and-" I clammed up as one of them pointed their snout at my neck.

"Hey guys! What's up?" We heard a voice from behind. The two swordfish looked at the source and this would be the perfect time for me to escape. I floated silently along as the swordfish and mer talk.

"Count Marcus." Just a little more.

"Guys, I'm on vacation remember. No need for these formalities." Just across this boulder here and…

"Sir Marcus, my apologies, but we are in the middle of apprehending…" Before I had the chance to hide behind the boulder, the swordfish surrounded me again. Their snouts pointed at my neck. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I… heheh. Ngh." No more thoughts came to mind only pure panic was left.

"What's the trouble here?" A young merman floated to my view, blonde hair and a pale blue tailfin. Nothing spectacular. Just that he's royalty and therefore I could be in real trouble here. Better just keep my mouth clammed up.

"Sir, we found this miscreant, making music. And worst of all he was singing." They said it like I'd murdered someone.

"It's Marcus." The merman took a good long look at me; dark brown eyes squinted as they judge me as he rubbed his chin. After sometime he looked away addressing the swordfish. "Look, I think what we got here is a simple case of a new immigrant not knowing the laws here." This Count? I think that's what they called him then looked at me again. "Where are you from?" I would have answered if it weren't for the still very hazardous swordfish pointing at my throat. The Count must have noticed as he gave a signal to the swordfish. "Guys, give him some breathing room would you?" The swordfish, looked at him, then glared back at me then reluctantly swam a bit away. "So where are you from?"

"I traveled from the Kingdom of Olympia."

"Really? Huh." A look of disbelief crossed his face which was understandable as Olympians were mostly known for their love of war and so wouldn't run away at the chance of a fight. "See guys it's just as I said he's an immigrant that's all. He knows nothing about that."

"Actually I was originally born here in Atlantica."

He clapped his hands at my words. "Even better! We have someone returning to their homeocean." He then looked at the swordfish as if scolding them. "And you guys welcomed him with threats." The swordfish actually looked afraid. Wow. I've never seen that before.

"Sir, that is still no excuse for him breaking the law."

"Look we've told him already that music is banned here." He said exasperated. "AS long as he doesn't repeat this offense and he won't right?" He looked to me and I just nodded hurriedly not wanting to get in trouble. "Then he's free to go."

"All right sir." The swordfish were disappointed at loosing a prisoner. I was just happy to not end up in jail. "However we will still need to confiscate his instrument."

"Understood." Count Marcus nodded.

"Wha- Hey!" One of them took my sitar case and the other roughly took Da Capo from me. I was about to protest further but the swordfish look about ready to take any excuse to bring me along to jail and so I just hang my head low giving up.

"Now if that'll be all."

"Sir."

"Da Capo." I cried a little inside. My first self made Sitar.

"Relax I can get that back to you by tomorrow."

"What?" I looked to this Count Marcus wondering if what he said was true or was it just my imagination.

"Shh!" At the sound the swordfish looked our way. The Count was smiling as he waved the swordfish off. The swordfish then turned back to their destination and slowly disappeared from our view. "Okay they're gone. I said I'll get your instrument back to you by tomorrow."

"But, how?"

"Can't tell you or I'll be in trouble." I don't know if I can believe him. But what choice do I have.

"Right." I shrugged my shoulders down. "What's this about music being banned from Atlantica?"

"I'll tell you on the way. Where are you living now anyway?"

"It's at Angelfish lane, Seacove 9."

"Reefside huh? Nice."

"Actually I'm a little lost on how to get there." I scratched the side of my head in embarrassment.

"Hahaha. Really? I've seen you swim in here five times for the past hour who wouldn't think you weren't lost. I'm pretty sure that's why the guppies started following you around." I let out a small laugh.

"And here I thought it was because of my music." The Count's smile disappeared, quickly replaced by a poker face.

"C'mon your cove should be this way." He swam up front showing the way to my home.

We stopped talking after that. And I'm pretty sure it was still a long way from home. Now normally, I would have my sitar to ease uncomfortable silences like this. But since that got confiscated and music is banned for some reason in Atlantica, I'm too afraid to even hum or whistle without those swordfish suddenly popping up. What to talk about? There was only one thing to talk about, only one thing on my mind right now. But it seems to be a touchy subject to even speak about. Should I ask or not?

"Why is music banned in Atlantica?"

Author's Notes:

First of I would like to thank luvablenerd for doing a great job being my beta reader and that I hope she'll forgive for disappearing for so long.

Second this story has been in my head for so long that I finally had to write some of it down so it wouldn't bother me as much.

Third if you don't like the relationship being told here. Please do not read any further as you'll just hate it.

Other than that I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Critics are welcome so long as they are constructive. So no bashing, flaming, hating, etc.

Also I plan on doing monthly updates on every Demyx Day of the month. So look forward to it! Happy Demyx Day everybody!

Edit1: I knew there was something wrong with the first chapter it was too long. It had the second chapter in it. Argh! Well it looks like those 15 or so persons who read it will have to wait longer than everyone else for any new reads on this. Sorry about that. Note to self double check before publishing.