Hey there! :D So this is my first AU chapter fanfic, ever, so we'll see how it turns out. It was based on a one-shot I wrote up on deviantArt and some people asked me to make it into a chapter story. Since I kind of wanted to do this as well, I decided to go for it. Hopefully you'll like it!

Warning: This contains AkuDemy and slight XigDem, which means there's BoyxBoy in this story! Just pointing that out.~

Disclaimer: I don't own Demyx! D:

Chapter One

Today was the big day. Demyx was finally moving out of his mom's house. Sure, he wasn't all too old; he was only nineteen, turning twenty in three days. However, Demyx was looking forward to this day since he turned sixteen. It wasn't that he hated his mom; she was the best, even if she did get on his nerves here and there. Demyx just wanted to experience the real-life world. He applied for a job at a café, named Blue Chill, which was located in a mall next to a big, busy city. After hearing he got the job, he bought an apartment, near his new work, with the money he saved up throughout his teenage years.

"I can't believe my baby's all grown up!" he heard his mother crying in another room. She was upset as hell. He didn't really blame her though. After his father died a few years ago, she smothered the boy, afraid that she'd lose him too.

Demyx picked up the last box that contained his belongings and walked into the living room, where his mom was. She was sitting on the couch, bawling her eyes out and covered in used tissues. The last time he saw her like this, was when he graduated high school. She looked up at her son and literally tackled him, making him almost drop his box. "Why are you getting so old? Stop growing!" she blubbered.

"Mom, it's a part of life. I was bound to move out someday." he said, trying to calm his mother down.

"Yeah, but I didn't think it'd happen so fast!" she whined while grabbing another handful of tissues.

The dirty blonde smiled at her. "Don't worry. I can take care of myself and I'll be sure to call you when I get there. If you want, I'll even call you every night to check in with you and tell you about my day."

"Promise?" his mom asked, beaming with hope.

"I promise." he answered with a smile. He glanced over at the clock. "I'm going to head out now. It's going to take about two hours to drive there and I don't want to get stuck in rush hour traffic."

Putting down the box, Demyx hugged his mom and she fought to hold him longer. After finally breaking free, he recovered his box and headed out the front door. He placed the box in the trunk of his blue 1991 Hyundai Sonata; it ran well for an old car and he could care less if he got the latest car models. After shutting the trunk, he got in his car. He took one last look at his saddened mother, waving good-bye before pulling away.

During the drive, he blasted some of his favorite tunes and stopped off at a few rest areas. He didn't really like being in a car for two long. He liked being active, walking rather than driving. It was another reason why he couldn't wait to move to the city. He picked a very convenient spot so that his favorite stores would be in walking distance. His mother could never figure out why he liked being active yet was so lazy all the time. He concluded that he just had awesome skill like that.

It was around 3:30pm that he arrived at the apartment complex, which he was now going to call home. He couldn't wait. It was going to be his first night out on his own. He pulled into the parking lot and parked his car. As promised, he called his mom to let her know he made it okay. After hanging up with her, he got out, opened the trunk and grabbed a few boxes. Placing them on the ground, he shut the trunk and locked the car. He sighed before picking them up, and made his way to his apartment.

His room number was 09 on the fifth floor. The way the apartment complex was set up, every two rooms would start a new floor. There were only ten apartments in the complex and he shared the fifth floor with whoever was in room 10. He figured he'd introduce himself to his neighbor after he finishes putting the rest of his stuff away.

Demyx entered the complex, carefully balancing his belongings and walked up the many flights of stairs. Finally, he reached his apartment out of breath. It wasn't that he wasn't fit. He used to do track, cross country and swimming in high school. It was just because of his hate for stairs. He knew he was going to regret renting on the top floor, but it was better than nothing.

Balancing his boxes with one arm, he reached for his keys in his jean pocket and unlocked the black door. He walked in and set the boxes on the counter in the kitchen area. Deciding he wanted to finish unpacking as soon as possible, he took out his packaged belongings and placed them where they belonged.

After putting his stuff away, he took a look around his new home. Even though he saw it before, this was the first time he saw it completely finished. The living room and kitchen were connected. The living room contained a dark blue couch, which rested on light-colored hardwood flooring. In front of the couch was a black glass coffee table on top of a square, sapphire shag rug and a small black entertainment center which held a medium sized flat screen television and a black stereo. The walls were painted light neutral beige with random pictures and canvases hanging up.

The hardwood floor stopped at the kitchen area and was replaced with white tiles. The countertops were black marble while the cabinets were painted white to match the floor. His refrigerator, along with other kitchen equipment, was black to match the countertops.

Demyx took a quick peek into the bathroom. It had light blue tiles and the walls were colored white. He picked out an ocean theme for his bathroom. The shower curtain had pictures of random marine animals that would be found in the ocean and he had a toilet seat cover to match. He even bought an ocean themed soap dispenser and toothbrush holder.

The room next to the bathroom was the laundry room. He was happy when he found out each apartment in the complex had their own laundry rooms. He was always embarrassed when he had to go out and do laundry at a laundry place. Demyx didn't like people being able to see his boxers. For some reason, he was extremely paranoid, thinking everyone looked at the washing machines and dryers to stare at what the others were washing and drying.

Afterwards, he looked into his bedroom. There lay his queen-sized bed, since he liked to move a lot in his sleep. It was covered in all shades of blue blankets and pillows. There was a black dresser and two black night tables placed on either sides of the bed. The walls were painted sky blue and the closet door was an even lighter blue.

Content with the layout of his apartment, Demyx plopped on his couch and took a deep breath. The moving part was finally over with. Now all he needed to do was see how work was. He was kind of nervous. Then again, who wouldn't be nervous on their first day of work?

Deciding that it was too quiet, Demyx grabbed the remote to his stereo and turned it on. Upbeat dance music escaped the speakers and he relaxed even more. Without realizing it, the blonde drifted off to sleep.

Well, that the end of chapter one! I know it's kind of short and boring, but chapter two will make up for it! I know this because I have it all typed up already, along with chapter three ^.^ I was in a writing mood today xD However, I will most likely update a chapter once every week. Who knows, maybe there'll even be surprise updates because I felt like writing that day!

Anyways, thanks for reading and please R&R! It'd be much appreciated! :D