Bad Day, Good Day

A/N: How weird is it that I was listening to mom talking about our school's tuition that I came up with this? Very. Italicized part is the flashback of Demyx's graduation.

Everybody has had a crappy moment in their lives, once or twice (or more than, actually.), but for Demyx, the day of his graduation was the worst.

((~~ Flash back! ~~))

"Our valedictorian, Zexion L. Exonic! Congratulations Zexion!" The principal announced. The audience cheered. Zexion went up to the stage and got his diploma.

"And our salutatorian…" The principal droned on and on. Demyx found himself dozing off for a few minutes before his best friend, Axel, jabbed him in the side.

"Hey Demyx. Demyx. Heeeeeeey Demyx!" Axel whispered.

"What? Is it my turn already?" Demyx asked him.

"… No. Sorta. Almost."

"Oh thanks."

"You're welcome, ooh look! Roxie's going up the stage right now!"

"Heh, you're lucky your boyfriend's smart, Ax."

"I'm lucky I actually have a boyfriend, unlike little ol' Demy here!"

"Don't push it." Demyx said darkly.

"Okay! I'm sorry! Jeez Dem, you mind lightening up on the mood swings?" Axel said sheepishly.

"Fine." Demyx sighed. 'Boy… Even though high school's been a pain, you're really gonna miss the place.' Demyx thought.

"Wat'cha doin'?" Axel asked.

"Thinking."

"You're thinking?"

"I guess."

"… Well, for a guy who's thinking, he woulda thought that thinking requires a brain, and lots and lot's of sugar."

Demyx conked him on the head, grinning maniacally. "Idiot. I ate six foot-long Pixie Stix before going here."

"Well that explains the bouncing."

"What bouncing?" Demyx asked, unaware of his bouncing feet.

"That bouncing." Axel pointed to his feet.

"Oh, whoops, almost didn't notice that." Demyx said sheepishly.

"And now a little number from our music scholar, Demyx Melody!" The principal interrupted, though unaware of the two students chatting.

"Go Demyx!" Axel and Roxas cheered on.

Demyx went up to the stage, searching the audience for a familiar face. Seeing Axel and Roxas calmed down his nerves. He took a deep breath and started strumming a simple melody on his sitar, then burst into song.

((~~ You guys think of a song… I'm too tired~~))

After the graduation, he rushed off to see his parents.

"Demyx! That was a beautiful song just a while ago." His mother said, hugging him.

"Mom." He choked out. "Can't breathe…"

His mother let him go. "Oops! Silly me, it seems that I can never hold my strength in." She chuckled.

"Demyx." His own father stood before him.

"Y-yes dad?" Demyx answered his dad.

"Now that you have graduated, I want you to find a good job that pays well. We expect more from you."

"Yes dad."

"Alright! Now let's go on to that graduation dinner your grandparents are paying for!" His mother exclaimed.

They all got in the car, but not after a few picture-taking. What can Demyx say, his mom wanted to 'remember the moment'.

"So Demyx, how does being an adult feel like?" His mom asked him on the car ride to The Destiny Rose, a fancy restaurant on the other side of town. It had rained earlier so the ground was a bit slippery, but his dad was being careful.

"Pretty normal, I guess." Demyx replied, not feeling the full effect of being an 'adult'.

Though he felt a sort of tingling sensation to make the car stop, he paid it no heed.

Until he saw the unfinished bridge.

"Wait! Stop the car! Dad!"

Too little, too late.

Swerve

They fell into the river underneath the bridge.

((~~We're back to the normal time! ~~))

The next thing Demyx knew, he was surrounded by light.

'W-Where am I?' Demyx thought.

"Oh my goodness! Call Dr. Ansem! Tell him that the boy is awake!" He heard a feminine voice.

'And who the hell is Dr. Ansem?' Demyx thought again.

"Here he is!"

"Sir, can you sit up?" Another voice fluttered into Demyx's throbbing head.

"Yeah, but, wait, oh! Yeah, I can sit up."

"That is a very good thing. Sometimes our patients are damaged so badly that they cannot even breath, of course, that immediately results in death."

"Uh… R-right." Demyx squirmed. He didn't like talking about death or dead people.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you about your parents…" Dr. Ansem said.

"What happened to my parents?" Demyx demanded.

"Sir, please calm down!" A nurse wearing a pink skirt came up to Demyx.

"Where are my parents?" Demyx whispered to Dr. Ansem.

"Sir, I'm afraid that we couldn't help them… It was their time to release of their bodies here and move on."

"Dr. Ansem, you are needed at room 411." A nurse came into the room. She was pretty small.

"Aerith, Yuffie, you handle him, alright?"

"Yes, Dr. Ansem."

"No… No! NO!" Demyx sobbed. "No…" He whispered. "Why?" He asked. "Why?"

"Sir, before you freak out on us, let's introduce you to the guy who saved your life, shall we?" The small nurse stepped forward.

"Yuffie!" The nurse in the pink skirt scolded.

"Sorry Aerith, sorry Sir." The girl – Yuffie – said.

"Hehehe, it's fine! Although she's sort of right, I should thank the guy who saved my life." Demyx said sheepishly.

"Oh, he's over there, by the way, I'm Yuffie," The little nurse-girl said. "and this," She pointed to the pink-skirted lady. "is Aerith."

"Hello Aerith, Yuffie." Demyx nodded at them, feeling more at home.

"Okay, he, well I think it's a boy, is over there." Yuffie pointed towards the corner of the room.

"Alright, thanks, but I think I can handle myself enough to talk to him." Demyx joked.

"I like him Aerith, can we keep him?" Yuffie asked Aerith.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because…"

The girls, still chatting, walked out of the room.

Demyx gasped.

There, sitting on the chair at the far end of the room sleeping, was Zexion.

Zexion stirred, opened his eyes…

And found himself staring at Demyx's sea blue eyes.

"H-Hey Zexion." Demyx desperately tried to make conversation after ten minutes of staring and akward silence.

"Hello Demyx." Zexion politely replied. "How are you?"

"I-I'm fine. You?" Demyx asked.

"A bit cold, but other than that, I am fine."

'He's not even trying to make conversation…' Demyx thought sadly.

"…" Zexion murmured.

"What?" Demyx asked.

"I was asking you why you were in the river that time of night."

"… Honestly? Even I don't know."

A/N: Well, I'm sleepy so… I'm stopping here.