Playing the sitar was one of the only ways to calm himself down. Either that, or brushing his hair endlessly. This was more satisfactory. The repetitive motion of his gloved fingers tugging the strings, the simple, yet sweet notes it emitted remained to this day as the most relaxing thing to ever come out of his miserable existence. Demyx strummed away in the boring Grey Room by himself, as he always did this late at night. The constant melody that he played was one of the only things that kept him sane in this twisted reality… And one of the only things that remained from his previous life.

Myde... Even thinking about his original name scratched open mental wounds he thought had healed a long time ago. It made him angry, actually. The main reason being… Well, to say he had amnesia was a bit of a stretch, but… What small bundle of memories he had from his previous life before becoming a literally heartless assassin were very little and far inbetween. They were all incredibly fuzzy, there was almost no way to recollect any of the shattered pieces that floated around in his brain. They just lay on the ground in a miserable mess.

The notes flew around, and around in a constant circle. He didn't want this lullaby to end. Something about the song brought him back to a special place… Myde's place… And good God, was it stupendous. Like all good things though, he knew the song would end eventually. He didn't want it to, but it had to. Finally, his fingers traced the final notes… And it was completed. Myde's dream was over, now it was back to Demyx's. He let out an angry sigh, and slouched back into the couch, empty of emotion. He looked out the window to the moon. The moon looked right back. Neither of them offered any solace to the other.

He frowned and prepped his sitar again. He was about to play the song again, when the sound of black boots squeaking against the floor caught his attention. He looked slowly over the side of the couch to find azure eyes staring back at him, only mere inches away.

"Roxas?" he asked, admittingly a little startled, "What're you doing up this late?"

The young recruit frowned back, equally as confused at Demyx. Roxas had joined the Organization around five months ago, and was the youngest member next to a girl around his age named Xion, and, despite his young age of fourteen, was one of the most powerful members in whole Organization. At the same time, though, he was one of the only members who didn't know anything prior to the Organization, and as such, Demyx pitied him a little. Demyx could barely remember anything from Myde's life, but he didn't know what he'd do in his spare time without his original counterpart's few memories to visit every once and a while. Roxas? Nothing. Zero. The boy was alone in his own little world. The kid probably would spend the rest of his sad life serving the Organization until the day he got vanquished by some heartless, or random hero of light, or something like that.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," replied the Keyblade wielder, "I thought you loved sleeping."

"I do, but I love my sitar more," he smiled, clutching the instrument lovingly. Roxas looked more confused than before, but shrugged it off. "So, something on your mind?" Demyx asked, looking over to Roxas.

Roxas looked over his shoulder for a second looking bit uncertain, then sat down quickly and inaudibly next to Demyx. There was an uncomfortable silence for a bit, until finally, Roxas spoke up.

"…I've been having weird dreams lately," he confessed, sounding a little nervous. Demyx's interest sparked. Dreams? Nobodies don't dream… Do they? He didn't, anyway. He looked over to Roxas, eyes full of curiosity. "They've been about a boy in red clothes with blue eyes, he carries a Keyblade… MY Keyblade… And he fights Heartless. …Like I do. Also… I keep seeing images of a beach… And… And ever since I started getting these dreams, I get this weird feeling whenever I look at Xion's face. I feel like she's another person, or something... Is there something wrong with me, Deymx?"

Demyx sat his sitar down. He wasn't sure what they were about, really. Maybe… This boy in red used to be Roxas before he became Roxas?Maybe Namine was screwing with his thoughts and projecting false memories from a distance? Maybe Roxas was going crazy? Maybe Roxas had somehow developed a heart? Or maybe... Roxas was getting his memory back? ! That was it. It had to be.

"Well, Roxas," replied Demyx, "I'm not a hundred percent sure what these dreams are about, but my two-cents on the whole strange images-thing? I think you might be getting your Somebody-memories back. I mean, your Key-Sword thingy in the hands of a kid? With blue eyes? Who fights Heartless? If that's not a vivid description of you, I dunno what is. And that thing with Xion? If I had to guess, Xion might look like someone you knew from back then. They're probably your memories, man. …Either that or you're going insane. But since you are already, it's probably option A."

"Huh…" muttered Roxas, mulling it over silently. For awhile, neither of them spoke, until Roxas broke the silence. "Demyx, what were you like as a Somebody?"

Demyx's usual calm, happy demeanour turned into a frozen state of uncertainty. No one had ever asked him anything that personal before. EVER. Sure, people asked him nice questions every once and a while, but usually they along the lines of:

Hey Demyx, why are you so pathetic?

Hey Demyx, you know that no one likes you, right?

Hey Demyx, why do play crappy music?

Hey Demyx, why are you so lazy and disrespectful?

Hey Demyx, why don't you just vanquish yourself so you can stop annoying us?

Hey Demyx, could you shut the hell up for ten seconds?

Hey Demyx, why do you look so stupid?

Hey Demyx, why are you such a failure?

Wait… those weren't nice… Whatever. Still, how could he answer something he barely knew about to begin with? Let's see… Myde… He wondered, what was Myde like…? Barely anything came to mind, but… The kid asked a question, so, he should answer it best he could, right?

"Let's see… Uh… Umm…" he looked over to Roxas, who was still staring at him deep intent, much to Deymx's well-hidden annoyance, "I was… Odd, I guess…"

"'Odd?'" asked Roxas, genuinely fascinated.

"Yeah… I was a bit of an oddball… Um… Laid-back... Socially awkward… Sorry, I don't remember much…"

"What was your true name, then? Do you remember that, at least?" enquired Roxas, looking to Demyx like a child would at a department store Santa.

"…Myde," Demyx answered, quietly, as if he was a bit embarrassed, and as if anyone else could've been eavesdropping, "My name was Myde."

"'Myde'?" asked Roxas.

"Yup… That and a few memories are all I can remember about that guy."

"Do you wish you could remember more about him?" asked Roxas, eyeing him with childish speculation. The recon specialist chuckled. In response, Demyx picked up his sitar and stood with his regular smile plastered on his face.

"Nah, I couldn't care less about who I used to be," he replied, "Honestly, I don't give a damn about Myde, all that matters is the present, right?"

"I guess so…" muttered Roxas, sounding a little disappointed with the answer.

"Let's get to bed. It's late," smiled Demyx, "And the last thing this place needs is another person that's obsessed with sleep. That's my gig alone, you know."

The two walked down to their rooms quietly, trying not to disturb the other members. Right as Demyx was about to step into his room, though, Roxas asked a final question.

"What caused you to become a Nobody, Deymx?"

Demyx looked to the floor for several minutes, finally, he turned to Roxas with a painful look in his eyes hidden away by a depressed smile, and replied with the answer that left Roxas more confused about Deymx than he ever had been before.

"…Love, I think."

With that, Deymx walked into his room, closed the door and fell face first onto his stiff bed. After several minutes, he quietly curled into the fetal position on top of the sheets, full with the feeling of emptiness. He had lied to Roxas. He wished with all of his might he could remember more about Myde, about Myde's old family, Myde's friends, Myde's life, Myde's interests… Something. But no. The only memory he could truly grasp and clearly experience was an endless nocturne that reflected off of a sitar in the hands of a boy. He could hear loneliness, solitude, a longing for something… Someone…

With these thoughts, Demyx fell into a dreamless sleep.

With his sitar right beside him.

…No... Not his sitar, Myde's sitar.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction, EVER! Anyways, I always liked Demyx. Out of all the characters, I wanted to see most of him and Larxene in 358/2 Days. Imagine my disappointment when they're only with you for around five missions and had, like, only ten lines of dialogue. XD Anyways, I wanted to sort of throw my two cents on Demyx's backstory, so I thought: "Hey, I just got a account, so I should make a fan fiction about it!" So, I wrote this down real quick. If I continue with this, I plan on expanding on Demyx's psyche and diving into his backstory from when he was Myde. Should I continue with this, or leave it as it is? :3