A/N: Well, here we are. Story two. The previous story The Rainy Days, is currently on haitus thanks to the lack of attention I've had to Furuba (Fruits Basket) lately. It will go on! (Later...) Anyway, here's something I plan to make something out of. Possibly lemon later, so rated M for now. So far, implied AkuRoku, but definite AkuDem later.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of it's characters. If I did, there'd be hell to pay.

Chapter 1: Blue to Pink

Seated high amongst high chairs were eight men, the ranks obviously stated by the height of the chairs. A "Reserved" sign sat in the lowest chair. The ninth member that would eventually occupy that pedestal filled the eighth member's spiky, flaming red head. That empty seat mocked the young man. What type of person would fill that seat? A girl, maybe? Another crotchety old man like Vexen? What kind of sad sap had to be reborn for Xemnas' sake? When a mullet caught the red head's attention, he had to force himself to keep a cocky, yet stoic face. The man standing on the ground, looking up at the eight, looked pretty young. Younger than the cocky red head, perhaps. Out of his peripherals, he saw Saix share a knowing glance. The red head, Axel, spared him a shrug, knowing the blunette will never be friends again like Lea and Isa were. The red head ignored most of the Superior's, Xemnas', speech, instead deciding to figure out how many different coloured flames he could make. By the end of it all, he had caught the new boy's name: "Demyx." 'What the hell is a Demyx?' the pyro wondered as he portaled away. Never did he think this kid would end up as his best friend.

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"What the hell, Saix! Don't put me with that lazy idiot again!"

Axel's voice sounded throughout the Grey Room. Demyx was cowering behind his beloved sitar, glaring lightly at the pyro who had his finger pointed jaggedly at the dirty blonde mullet.

"Calm down Eight, it is just a recon mission."

Axel groaned, throwing his arms in the air.

"That's my point! He's only been here a week and he's done nothing but sit around and play his guitar!"

"It's not a guitar," a small voice broke through the argument.

"Excuse me?" Axel spat, turning his attention to the childish glare pointed at him.

"It's a sitar, it's different from a guitar. Harder to play and-"

"Whatever," the red head cut in, turning back to Saix, "Forget about it, I'll do the mission myself."

Saix merely scoffed, "Eight, go with Nine. He needs to learn."

Saix holds up the parchment, in which Axel snatches, scans, then lets the document burn to ashes.

"Let's go you lazy idiot."

Demyx shook his head, giving Saix a pleading look, which was returned with the usual stoic expression.

'Dang X-Face,' Demyx thought scornfully.

Demyx yelped when Axel grabbed his wrist and dragged him through the portal the pyro had summoned a moment earlier.

Axel laughed at his memory, which made a young blonde boy look up at the fire user.

"What is it, Axel?"

Shaking his head, the said man threw a chakram at the boy, who stumbles to block the oncoming attack.

"More to the left, you're leaving yourself open… here," Axel stated, tickling the boy's exposed side, causing the blonde to giggle uncontrollably and flail his Keyblade at the older male.

"Wa-watch it!" the boy exclaimed through the onslaught.

"Whatever you say, Roxas."

Hands ceased their actions as Axel looped his arms Roxas' shoulders, chin resting on top of soft blonde spikes. Closing his eyes, Axel inhaled the scent of innocence that seemed to always radiate off the boy. It was different; calming and… exhilarating. It reminded him of a certain mullet clad-

"Axel!" a pouty voice called. Well speak of the devil.

"What's up, Demyx?" the oldest asked with his signature cocky grin.

It only seemed to make the Nocturne frown more. The dirty blonde sitar player didn't understand it; why did he get so jealous when Axel and Roxas hung out like that? He thought that they weren't supposed to have feelings, not until they had hearts anyway. The way Axel and Roxas stared at Demyx, the more uncomfortable the Nocturne felt.

"Marly wanted you, Axel. It was a uh… an emergency."

Tilting his head, the Flurry shrugged. "I wonder what the hell Flamboyance wants now?"

Reluctantly, Axel let go of Roxas, who stepped out of the way obediently.

"See ya, Axel."

Axel nodded his head in reply, then turned to face Demyx, who was looking at the ground and fiddling with his fingers. Axel frowned and started walking away, a very guilty looking Demyx behind him, following after every step.

"…the emergency?" Demyx was far too into thought to realize Axel had stopped walking and slammed right into the taller male.

"H-huh?" Demyx stuttered, looking up with wide eyes.

"What's the emergency?" Axel repeated. Demyx blinked blankly. Emergency? Oh, that's right, he had used that excuse to get Axel away from Roxas.

"He's uh… he needs help," he paused, looking around, "He's going to need help watering his flowers. He realized he has too many."

For added effect, Demyx threw his arms into the air, but the fact he wouldn't look the other male in the eye…

"Liar," was all Axel said.

The Nocturne shook his head, lowering it in defeat.

"Sorry…" he muttered.

Demyx was surprised when he felt thin fingers run through his hair, and upon looking up, blue gazed sheepishly into green. Normally, Demyx didn't allow people or Nobodies to touch his hair, aside from a certain someone. The sitar player didn't realize the embarrassed tears making their way to his eyes until Axel frowned even more, tilting his head while leaning closer.

"Why so blue?" he asked, "No need for waterworks."

Grinning, Axel straightened out as Demyx sniffled and wiped at his eyes stubbornly.

"Nothing," the dirty blonde replied hotly.

The red head just didn't get it, did he? Giving him another pat to the head, the pyro started walking toward the green room.

"Where are you going?"

Axel shrugged, not bothering to turn around, "To help Marly with his flowers, remember?"

Demyx opened his mouth to say something, but closed it shortly after. Why bother? If Axel was going to go along with his lie, why stop him? Getting to the green room, Axel walked past rows upon rows of flowers.

"Ugh, there's even more than last time," Axel muttered under his breath.

As soon as Demyx followed him in, he sneezed, making Axel laugh.

"Whose in my humble abode?" a flamboyant voice called from the depths.

The pyro nearly cringed, "Just a water boy and a flamethrower," he called back.

Shuffling could be heard, then vines quickly wrapped their way around Axel's wrists and ankles.

"What the-? Marly! Lemme go!" The man struggled, the vines sizzling as he started gathering heat to burn the foliage.

"Get out of here then! I don't need you burning my babies!" the voice cried back. The Flurry scoffed, the vines steadily continuing to burn.

"Marly, he's here to help water flowers, not burn them," Demyx called out calmly.

"…"

Silence ensues for a moment until the vines retract and the pink haired male struts out from behind some oversized flowers.

"Fine fine, as long as he doesn't damage anything further.

Axel growled threateningly as he rubbed his wrists.

"Flowers won't be the only thing I burn next time."

Marluxia gave a little "hmph" before turning to Demyx.

"Well, good job in getting him here, regardless."

Now that certainly made an eyebrow raise.

"What?"

Those sea-blue eyes turned sheepish again as green zeroed down on them.

"You do realize I was training with Roxas, right?"

Demyx nodded, his head lowered in hurt.

"What the hell is going on here, Demyx?"

Marly intercepted before the Nocturne could say anything.

"He doesn't like it when you yell at him, Axel."

Throwing a glare at the pink haired male, Axel growled.

"Then it looks like I'll have to get my answers from you."

A strange fire seemed to ignite in the pyro's eyes, causing nearby flowers to catch fire and burn. The flamboyant assassin's eyes narrowed as he glared at Axel. What was going on here? Demyx just backed up, shaking his head as the other two seemed to- no, really started fighting. Verbal accusations were exchanged until weapons were drawn from hammerspace. At that point, Demyx had summoned a flood, then dragged a fuming, soaked Axel out of the green room.

"Demyx, what the hell is wrong with you?"