Yay! First fan fiction. Lol. Well… I suppose I should just get on with the story. Yeah, well this is a Dexion/Zemyx & Akuroku story (mainly Zemyx though). Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Demyx or Zexion or any of the Kingdom Hearts stuff. :(

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It wasn't strange for a dark night in their world. The people expected rain and sleet each day. And thunder every night. But it was strange how nature fought them that hour. Wind howled and jeered as a man writhed against his usual source of happiness. Rain's gentle touch was replaced with smashing hands. The drops hardened, allowing the flourishing wrath of the sky to continue. Water battled him and he couldn't understand why. Regardless, he dragged himself towards his apartment complex without complaint. With each step, the storm desperately crashed into him. The wind started to whimper, and as the rain took the complete form of hail, it screamed. Light flashed and encompassed the air. A roar from the clouds followed suit. Even a brittle fog had followed his path. Its dank qualities strangled the remaining wisps of oxygen. But the man didn't care. He would win this war, whether he wanted to or not.

The man wearily fought the night, and stopped. Lifting his head, his eyes traced the outline of his apartment building. His pace hastened, as did the ferocity of the storm. Jagged hail struck the man's face, wind's cries began to clog his eardrums, fog created an illusion of permanent immobilization, and the lightening brightened. Temporarily blinded, he staggered back. The storm still crushed against the man's body, but withered slightly from his backtrack. Realizing nature's ease, the man snapped forward. Slender legs burned through the fog, and whipped against the wind, and even challenged the falling glass. The man's hood rolled off, exposing his tattered hair, face, and neck. Seeing the exposed skin, the storm grew furious, enlarging every faltering aspect of itself. The man's body twitched from the pain, but his legs pushed forward. He no longer felt the ground. Feet swelled and groaned, as legs soared and crashed across slick ground. They made their final leap and the man had reached the front step of his complex.

The apartment building was curved into a massive U, had six stories, and a basement. One could easily observe their neighboring boarders from storm weathered windows. The man hadn't even thought about watching people in his room. He was always busy and had no need for foolish distractions. He had always felt fulfilled, even if he wasn't.

The man fidgeted in his pockets for a moment, while another hand brushed across his wounded cheek. Popping out two keys, his eyes wavered over the details. Both keys were rust-colored and chipped from excessive usage. His fingertips counted the grooves of both keys. 9 on my room key. 6 on my complex key. Eyes closing, he imagined running back into the hail, welcoming the greedy arms of death-- His mind flashed back. The man hurriedly unlocked the steel door and shoved it open. The screams of the wind, and the groans of the thunder, and all that had trapped him was silenced. He sighed. His hands shook and he noticed his body had slowly rocked itself into a shivering frenzy. Breaking out of his trance, the man scurried to the elevator shaft, and began fervently smashing the UP button. Nothing came. Again. Nothing. Exasperated, he pressed himself from the sluggish doors and searched for the staircase.

The man paused before abandoning the entrance hallway. He had never used the complex stairs in his life and for good reason. No one ever used the staircase. Few had even considered it. And he was definitely not one of those few. His hand ghosted over the doorknob, unsure of its allowance to touch the iron handle. And then he opened it.

The zigzagging stairway was lit by one overhead bulb on the ceiling, and each floor entrance had a caged light bulb on its right side. The basement entrance had no light. The walls were painted a sickly white and the rickety metal stairs were mud-covered. Someone had been using the stairs. Trembling from apprehension, the man stepped backward. He had never been accustomed to fear. He was the guardian. Not the disheveled youth. He aided. He never ran. He cared for… those close to him. And now, now, he was just a nuisance to himself and the people around him. A child. Child.

"I am not a child!"

The man cracked forward and stumbled up the stairs. Beads of rain and sweat intermingled as he made his way to the fourth floor entrance. His body swept across the first two flights of stairs, but as he reached the third floor his eyes flickered downward. A red light appeared at the entrance of the basement. He froze and watched the crimson rays dissipate and then reappear. Someone was there. The man tore away from his petrified state and clashed against the following steps. The fourth floor's door was in range. The man dashed towards it and nervously swung the door open. Racing down the hall, he picked his room key out of his pocket and unknowingly reached his apartment. The fourth floor's entrance creaked. Shoving the key in the fragile doorknob, the man shot inside and slammed the door of his solace. His peace.

Moving forward, he--

"Demyx…"

Breathing halted. It couldn't of been. No. No. No. His beating heart grew erratic. What heart? Mine? Feet like bullets. Please. Hurtled out of the hall. My… Swept forward. God. And there he stood. Beautiful. Hair of slate. Finally. Small, hardcover in hand. I… Arm reaching forward. My electric eyes. Burst. Shocking sky. What… Crack. Sound fractured air. No!--

And he was gone.

Demyx stared across the empty space. Walking over to the window, he turned and slumped against the wall. Sharp gusts escaped his mouth, and the air felt colder. His eyelids convulsed and a foreign wetness grazed his cheek. Slowly, Demyx's body sunk lower, permitting his face to touch the moldy plywood below. The flickering of his eyelids ceased, and the gasping was replaced by incoherent puffs. And as darkness embodied him, some heavy air fell on his neck. But his mind had refused the daunting fear and accepted the delusion. The surroundings dulled and became colorless, leaving the man to pass into sleep. His body surrendered to black. He exhaled and a soft weight pressed against him. He opened his eyes, but nothing was there. Huh? Nothing.

"Fuck you. Zexion."

I'll update sometime next week… If anyone wants me to. :D So, um, review if you'd like. Thanks for reading.