Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. I wish I did. I would be rich. And I could buy a sitar. But I don't. So sad. UU
Anyway, without further ado, (only because it is 12:45 in the morning and I have a government test in the morning)...
Chapter One: It's a prolouge, idiot.
They watched the man in the black robe slowly limp down the rain-covered road. There was what appeared to a black mist coming from the man, almost like it was his essence leaking from his body. They were hiding behind the walls, but he could sense them anyways. They were watching him fall apart, watching him die. They could see him struggling but no one moved to help him.
"Come on," he heard a voice say from behind him. The pouring rain made what the voice was saying harder to make out, but he could still hear it. "He might be dangerous. Come on now; let's get out of this part of town."
He sighed. He knew these minutes were the last in his life, and he would spend them like he felt he had spent his entire life – shunned.
Voices ran through his head. Where was he? Agon. That's what this place was called, he was sure of it. But why was he here? Why? The water, the breaking of wood, and a sharp hit on the face… That's all he remembered besides walking down this street. Water, water… he couldn't put his finger on that. The breaking of wood… metal on wood, breaking it in two… a kid… giant key… Why was he thinking about that? Who was he?
"I can't even remember who I am…" he said to himself. Names echoed in his head. Some of them he thought he recognized. Some he didn't. Sora. Roxas. Xemnas. Was that his name? Xemnas? No, it wasn't that. Then there was Axel… was it that? No, didn't fit quite right… Demyx. Dyme. Those names. He had two names. One of them… he had forgotten for some time. But now he remembered it. He was Dyme. Or was he Demyx? He was Demyx. That was his name.
His sitar. That was the breaking wood. That kid… Sora. He had done it. Broken his sitar, stopped the flow of his water… Demyx didn't blame him. Sora had been doing what was right. Demyx remembered now… his heart. He didn't have one. He didn't know where it went. But without it, he was so easily manipulated by the Superior… who was he, who was he… Xemnas!
Demyx remembered now. He had phased here from Hollow Bastion. Xemnas had sent him to bring Roxas back. Sora didn't respond to the name. He was really foolish, rushing into a battle like that. And here he was, dying, because of it.
Demyx came to a corner on the road. It was ending, the road. He sat down against a building wall and removed his hood, letting his blonde hair, which had been messed up in the fight, fall down on his face. He didn't have his sitar, the only thing of value to him that he could remember. He would die without the only thing he cared about…
No! That wasn't it! There was another name… another one… it was there somewhere… hidden deep in the recesses of his… his heart. But he didn't have one.
"It's not fair!" Demyx suddenly screamed out. He felt the tears on his face. "I didn't want to fight! I didn't ever want to join them! I never wanted to lose my heart! My memories! Everything that was important to –" Demyx felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Dyme?" A soft singsong voice of a young woman seemed to echo inside Demyx's head. His essence was holding together, but his mind wasn't. He felt hands on both his shoulders, and then a hand on his face as his mind drifted into darkness and dreams.