Azelf1717: Please note this will be the only A/N. Okay, the summary may hint at what will happen, but I won't. I've always liked serious fics about what really happens in canon over those fics that are about highschool romances, not that there's anything bad about those, but at some point I just decided to write one myself for other people to read. Writing or reading; they're something that everyone on this site enjoys, so I thought this would be fun for everyone. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything mentioned of the Kingdom Hearts franchise.

This had to be one of the greatest days of Nobody life yet… not. No it was not one of Demyx's good days. Good days were defined as temperate lazy days, days of which he had recon missions that were incredibly easy, and the ever holy vacation days. This was definitely not one of those days. Why?

Because this was an active, adrenaline-flaring, blistering hot day with a horrible, horrible mission.

'Why did they choose me to go after Roxas?'

Demyx was currently in a fight against Roxas, or rather "Sora", and things were not looking up for him. No, no, no, no things were not looking up for him. When he first approached Roxas he had already taken into account the fact that he would most likely attack him. He had been with Roxas on a few missions before, so he knew that he was easily provoked. Before he even seriously thought of carrying out the mission he had been assigned to he thought of all of the possible outcomes of this encounter. He even planned some actions out in case Roxas was with those other two he saw in the Underworld, which turned out to be what happened.

He was prepared.

He was there doing his job.

He was also getting his ass kicked.

Demyx turned in place, and jumped out towards the direction that the weakened dog-man was in, geysers shooting out pressurized water behind him as he zoomed in the air. The duck in his path got out of the way in time, but he managed to nail his main target nonetheless.

This turned out to be bad because the duck immediately healed his companion to full health.

Demyx told the superior members that he wasn't cut out for this job. He even told the Superior himself that this wouldn't work. They just wouldn't hear it. Why Xigbar suggested that he be the one to confront Roxas he had no idea. The mission involving Hades in the Underworld was one thing, but fighting Roxas? Demyx was no fool. He knew that he was sent to Roxas on purpose. The answer as to why simply eluded him. He could tell that someone needed to check if Roxas was on the right track collecting hearts. That he got. He also understood that Roxas would fight any of the Organization members that he came across. Axel apparently going rouge because of that was proof. The one thing that he really knew well was that Roxas could fight. He could fight to the death. Why was he, the reconnaissance guy, the one sent to fight Roxas?

Maybe it was because if he were to be defeated he would be the smallest loss to the Organization.

Roxas came at him again, charging what was most likely his Thundaga magic. Oh how Demyx hated fighting against opponents that took his weak point into consideration. He just hated fighting in general.

Demyx strummed specific strings on his sitar in a pattern. Heavy weighted water orbs formed from the water vapor in the air and were now at his command. He started to release them from his power's grasp, letting gravity get a stronger hold of them and let them come down across the battlefield. A few landed on Roxas, effectively stopping the deadly technique he was preparing.

Demyx knew he couldn't keep counterattacking forever. As the battle went on both sides were getting weaker, and he was outnumbered. His target was Roxas. The other two didn't matter, but they kept getting in his way. He had to beat Roxas and bring him back to The Castle That Never Was. Roxas was the Organization's key to Kingdom Hearts. He had to keep collecting hearts. He couldn't kill him, and he most certainly couldn't get killed himself. The odds of him defeating them one at a time whilst holding off the other two were beyond low. His powers worked to his advantage in attacking multiple opponents, but one of them would always slip out of the way just in time to help the others.

He couldn't keep this up for much longer.

He started to rapidly strum his sitar strings, and began leaping towards Roxas. When he got close to Roxas he positioned himself back-to-back with him as he played a melody on his weapon. Just as he turned around he found Roxas looking at him, and then Roxas hit him pointblank with that Keyblade of his.

Demyx flew back from the force, and he made sure to scream like he felt bothered by the pain. He noted that acting like he had emotions still threw Roxas off a bit at this point, so he made sure to continue doing so.

He landed back on his feet and had geysers of water shoot out in a circle around himself. Roxas had come back over to him in the hopes for a direct attack, and as a result he instead got hit with the geysers. He knew that Roxas had noticed that he had a habit of attacking right after being hit, so the younger had probably thought attacking when anyone else would avoid their opponent would catch Demyx off guard.

Demyx didn't have an emotional guard in the first place.

Roxas quickly regained his composure and was at him again. The dog-man that the other two kept referring to as "Goofy" followed Roxas's lead. Demyx wasn't about to let them land a hit this far in the game. He jumped into the air and charged at the two with geysers that he made appear behind him. When they were close enough he slowed in the air and the geysers passed him by. Both of them got hit at least once by the surprise attack, and he would have been relieved if he had a heart to know that the dog-man's shield attack was halted before he could throw the thing.

Roxas, once again, was back on his feet. He stood in front of the dog-man, guarding him as he struggled to get back to his feet. The Keyblade in his hands crackled warningly as an electric current went through it. Demyx quickly readied some water in his sitar and swiftly began calculating his next move in order to prevent Roxas from ever hitting him with that magic he was preparing.

What he didn't count was the duck blasting him with a form of Thunder magic.

With the water he was building up for an attack as a conductor Demyx received even more damage than he normally would from the magic he was already weak against. He fell to his knees from the sheer destruction it caused, and he had to use his sitar to support himself. Why didn't he notice that the duck's odd disappearance? Was his body really becoming so strained that even his soul couldn't notice what was happening around himself?

He looked up from the ground, and if he had a heart, it would have stopped.

Roxas stood in front of him and with his Keyblade he hit him in a diagonal slash.

Demyx soared back from the blow, and just barely managed to land in a crouched position. He quickly scanned his position, panting all the while, and realized that he was standing where he first appeared. Roxas watched him, both of his companions at either side of him.

As he was picking himself up he heard the sound of his water magic reacting to something next to him and looked in its direction. When he realized what was happening he was as close to horrified that a Nobody could ever possibly be.

His sitar, the ever loyal Arpeggio, vanished from his hand.

He brought his hand closer to his face as if to double check what had just happened. His analytical brain quickly came to the correct conclusion as to what was happening, even though it itself was barely believing what he saw, and he clutched his spinning head as tightly as he could.

"NO WAAAAAY-AHHh, uhhahhhh…!"

His scream pierced through the air, and his last screams faded away with him as the very darkness that composed him began to fade into oblivion. The water magic that was a part of him came right underneath of him with a ping sound. The water spread all around him and he spent his last moments staring down at the ground as the water rose back into the air above him.

This was his final moment. This was when he would truly fade away into nothing. His body was destroyed and his soul, too.

That's what he was expecting, so feeling his body piece back together and then landing on something soft was not what he predicted before falling into unconsciousness, unaware of everything.

Unaware of the fact that he was not dead.

"Keyblade wielders are generally the only people to ever successfully dive into their heart, but you'll do this. Just this once."

She was falling. There wasn't a surface to fall to, neither was there a source for her to fall from. She was simply falling.

It didn't feel like she was falling through the air. It felt different, as if she was falling through something solid. The first thing that came to her mind were rocks, but she knew that was impossible. How could she be falling through rocks without feeling the pain of being crushed to death?

She didn't know how long she was falling. It was like she had done it before, many times before, with the same results.

Nothing. Just falling.

That isn't what was happening today though. No something far different was happening today. The sensation of slipping through mountains of rocks began to fade, and a different sensation slowly overtook her. It was much softer than what she felt it was supposed to be. No, maybe softer wasn't the best word. It felt… slicker? It most certainly didn't feel solid anymore.

She decided something was wrong, no, not wrong, something was different. A voice in the very back of her mind whispered that this was something that had never happened before, but she wasn't focused on that. Everything seemed so blurry. It was blurry like it really wasn't happening, but she knew it was. This was reality, even if she couldn't make any sense of it. As she thought about how this could be, she felt her eyelids twitch. This is when she realized that her eyes were closed. Why were her eyes closed? She felt as if they had been open this entire time, but somehow they weren't.

She would never know it, but by opening her eyelids in this exact moment she would start what would become a very complex chain of events that would change so much more than just her life.

Water.

Water, she was falling through water. She was falling through water, but she was capable of breathing. She felt air coming through her nose just as it normally would when she breathed actual air. She felt like she should question how all of that was possible, but the feelings blurred away.

It didn't feel straight; reality. Reality didn't feel as straightforward as it normally did. It felt as if everything was simply… flowing. Maybe not forward, but not nearly as direct as it did every day.

She continued falling, watching the mysteriously illuminated water swirl by her. She was so dazed that she only realized that she had landed on something when the sensation of the water swirling ceased.

She looked down at her feet to see the ground. It looked like it was a sort of sandy texture maybe. She felt like she knew what she was standing on, but she couldn't think of what it was. The name of what she was standing on was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite catch it.

She raised her foot to kick the ground underneath her, to see if she could possibly disrupt the bottom and confirm if it was actually sand, when the ground suddenly shattered underneath of her. She watched it scatter into the suddenly air-comprised sky and a bright light came from under her grounded foot.

She stared, dumbfounded, at the stained-glass floor she was standing on.

The floor was like stained glass, colored multiple varieties of purple, a color of which she was very fond of. Oddly, she found that she liked each shade displayed. The floor was decorated with various circles and a few outer rings. This platform was... familiar. It wasn't just the design that she was familiar with, but everything on this platform seemed very familiar to her. What was in the center of the entire flooring shocked her the most, for it was far beyond just familiar. In the center of the stained-glass flooring was a deeply illustrated image of herself.

The image was a complete mirror of herself, right down to her very pores. As she looked at the image, she realized that the image was wearing clothing that she had in her very own closest, her favorite clothing at that. Her lookalike's face was painted forward, so the disturbingly vacant facial expression the image had was completely visible to her. Behind the image's head was a small group of seven empty circles inside of one large circle. For some reason, she felt as if those circles should have something in them. Something had to have been there. Why did she feel like people should have been in those circles?

Even though almost all of the platform was purple in color, there was a difference. There was a black colored shape weakly imprinted on the center of the floor, as if it were to look like it was a layer underneath of it all. It formed a shape that resembled a sort of a complicated cross. It had three sharp points at the top of it. The top was straight, but as it lowered it became rounder. She felt as if it was an important symbol of some sort, but she had never seen anything like it.

What caught her attention the most was the most insignificant thing. Behind the cross shape was another shape. It was also dark, but in contrast to the cross this image had a navy tint to it, almost blue itself. It was hard to see, but she thought that the shape almost looked like a person.

She found that she couldn't look at the details any longer. Not because it was too much for her to take in, or because it was too confusing. She had to look away because the platform started to violently shake. She steadied herself, the dazed feeling that had overtaken her quickly fading away. She was instantly on alert, taking everything in around her with better awareness. She noted that there were three pedestals at the edges of the platform. There wasn't anything else on the shaking platform besides herself, so as the floor beneath her shook she started to wonder about why that was.

Questions flooded through her mind like a cup of water spilling over. With each question that came she found even more coming along after it, and each one of them remained unanswered.

She didn't know where it came from, but something in her told her to take a look at the pedestals. Even though the floor was shaking at such a rate that it would probably make it hard for her to move, she knew that the pedestals were the only things that were there for her to actually do anything with. The idea seemed odd, but she had a feeling that if she did something with them she could find a way out of this bizarre place. She had no other choice.

She stumbled in the direction of the closest pedestal. She went about as carefully as she could, trying to ensure she wouldn't fall off the edge. It took her several minutes to get across the platform, and as soon as she got to the stone pedestal she held it in her strongest grip. She inspected it, but the only thing notable was an odd message engraved into it.

Self

Will you work for only yourself and no one else?

She looked the words over once again to see if she read that right, but it turns out she did. What did that mean though? This entire situation was very bizarre, but she found that she was actually bothered by these words more than she was the shaking. The concept of this question struck her as unbelievable. The idea of abandoning everyone she cared for in order to care for only herself sounded horrible. Who would bother to write that, here of all places?

She shrugged off the question. For some reason it just bothered her. She just didn't like that question. She would never do that; she had people she cared for.

The platform she was on started to shake even more violently than it was already. The pedestal in front of her suddenly fell off the edge, and she worriedly stepped back with a quiet gasp. An odd chill ran down her back. Once the chill left a sharp panging in her chest replaced it, but she found that she couldn't focus on it. The shaking was getting worse by the moment, and she felt as if she had to do something fast.

She started stumbling across the platform again, only this time it was harder to do so than before. Her legs started to feel like they were jelly and every time she stopped to rest them they would just hurt even more. Strangely, it didn't seem to do anything else.

She was walking steadily to the closest pedestal, the one that was right above her mirror image's head. By the time she made it to the pedestal she felt as if she should have been sweating like she was caught in a fire, but her skin was completely dry. For a moment she wondered about that, but she decided to forget about that in favor of focusing on the pedestal in front of her. The stone pedestal in front of her also had writing engraved upon it, and throughout the tremors, she managed to read what it said.

Duo

Will you work for both yourself and him?

All of the questions that would have come to her mind were halted before they could.

The tremors that happened before this moment were more like mere quivers in comparison to the quake that began. The shaking became extremely violent, and she found that her grip was just barely holding her in place. She felt as if everything around should have fallen apart, but nothing did. The magnitude of the shaking overwhelmed all of her senses. It took all of her concentration to allow her to see straight.

What felt like minutes later the shaking reached its peak, and suddenly everything was underwater once more. The shaking came to a halt, and as confusion overtook her, she loosened her grip on the stone pedestal. Just as suddenly as the area becoming submerged the words on the pedestal in front of her started to glow. The light remained weak, almost like a flashlight. She hesitantly looked at the light before she reached out to grip the pedestal, scared of what could happen next. However, as soon as she made contact with the pedestal, the light instantly burst out. The light illuminated the water around her, and everything became a white blur.

The sensation of the water swirling around her as she started to float instead of fall was the last thing she felt before everything went dark.

Demyx landed with a soft thud. The thud was so soft that he didn't even notice it happening; no one noticed it. As no one noticed, no one noticed that he was fast asleep instead of unconscious, and no one noticed that all of his wounds were somehow healed. Something very odd was happening, but no one noticed.