.:: Just Need a Sign ::.

"The Sign"

A dirty blond haired boy, who had a slight Mohawk, with longer hair on the back of his head, sat lazily on a seat in the slow moving train to the city, while he tapped the back of his pen on an empty music sheet resting on the table in front of him. His eyes scanned the darkening horizon and his mind was grasping at small tendrils of musical inspiration trying to form around the overbearing thoughts of his most recent fight with his parents.

Deciding whether he should continue aspiring to be a musician, or change career paths to something practical, like his parents wanted him to, was beginning to weigh him down more and more. "I just need a sign; something that will tell me what to do with my life." He muttered to himself before letting his head crash against the cold window of the train as its speed began to pick up.

As he caught his reflection in the window he noticed the growing dark circles around his eyes. The bright blue color his irises once held were turning grayer by the day. He used to remember a time when every picture he had of himself he was smiling; now he couldn't even fake one on the days he was visiting his parents. He knew they loved him, he just wished they would support his goals. But at the same time he understood where they were coming from. It wasn't exactly easy to make it big in the music world. He didn't even have a band, as hard as he tried, he just couldn't get anyone together. Maybe his parents were right. Maybe he should be a nurse. He did like people, so helping others would make him happy. But it wasn't music…

"Hey, local band playing at Nobodies tonight, you should come by, have a listen." A man about the blonde's age walked up to him, handing him a purple sheet of paper which he took tentatively. The voice was beautiful. He had a deep purr in his voice, and the words just slid out of his mouth with little effort while sounding completely thought out at the same time. There was power in the voice, but he also sounded delicate. The blond knew his thoughts were a little contradictive, but as a musician, he picked up on things in voices, and this was the most beautiful voice he ever heard.

And as his eyes met the stranger's one visible dark blue orb, that matched his dark blue hair, falling over his right eye, and fanning out around his head a little, the blond realized that the voice matched its owner completely. He was gorgeous. He wasn't that tall at all. In fact he was a tiny thing, with very thin limbs covered in an overlarge sweatshirt, and loose dark blue, patched up jeans, and big, shit kicking boots. His lips were curved into a somewhat amused, barely visible grin, and he had make up on under his eyes that looked as though it'd been slept on and showered in, without any touch ups, but the man pulled it off well. It was as though he had a deliberate air of uncaring mess about him, and it was damn sexy.

"I'm sorry, what?" The blond asked the sexy blue-haired man.

"Local band, playing at Nobodies. Ever been? Its downtown. On 5th street. It's my band." The blue haired man shrugged. "I'm Zexion, we're trying to get a following, so the more people the merrier. Will we see you?"

"I, um. I'm Demyx." He glanced down at the purple sheet, noting that Nobodies was nowhere near his own apartment, but he nodded anyway. "Yeah, I'll go. I'll go see you." He smiled at the blue haired man, and was quick to correct himself as his eyes went wide. "I mean your band; I'll go see your band! I'll be there to hear you. You're music I mean! I mean your band's music!" The blond stumbled over his wording becoming more and more frantic with each slip of the tongue.

The blue-haired man that introduced himself as Zexion, gave a deep, rich chuckle and shook his head a little. "Great, I'll look forward to seeing you in the audience." And with that he walked up to the next passenger and repeated his line.

Demyx watched him for another moment before shaking his head a little and looking at the purple paper again:

Bleeding Heartless

LIVE! At Kingdom City's very own,

Nobodies

Entrance 10 dollars

21 and older

There was a black and purple image, which Demyx assumed was Zexion, plucking at the strings of a guitar, spread out across the page, and under the band's name there seemed to be a logo that looked a little like a gothic stylized image of a bleeding heart flower. He hadn't even asked what kind of music they played, but he could guess that it was some kind of rock, if he was guessing by the cover of the book, or poster in this case.

A loud male voice came over the intercom, announcing their arrival at downtown Kingdom City and Demyx stood up. Normally he would have stayed on one more stop, but today he was doing something different. Today he was going to have to find Nobodies, just so he could see Zexion again. He folded up the purple paper along with his music sheets and put those along with his pen in his pocket for later. Then he walked down the aisles and hopped off the steps of the train.

His ears were assaulted by the constant drone of loud human voices that often comes when you compress a large number of human beings into a small room. After living in the city for a year and a half he hardly noticed these noises anymore, so he just shoved his way through the crowd of people, earning several "watch it!" and "get out of the way!" comments, but he simply ignored them. To get anywhere in the city, you had to be pushy.

After several minutes he made his way out of the train station and looked in all directions to try to find out where he was. He'd never been to downtown Kingdom city. Not on purpose anyway. He tried his best to stay away from this part of the city since it was known for drug deals, gun violence, and prostitution, but something was compelling him to continue on and find that man again. He had to see Zexion again.

For my watchers, and other readers of "Here, at the Other Side" and "Details".

I'm still writing them both. They're my babies, and I want to spend time on them and do them proper. HATOS needs to be rewritten. I'm in the process of doing that. I have chapter one rewritten of "Other Side" but I'm rewriting the whole story. I've been dealing with college stress lately so I know I haven't updated in maybe two years. I'm sorry. But when I finally do get it written, it's going to be written right.

AN:

This is kind of a practice story. Since it's been so long since I've written anything, I just wanted to get a little practice in. I want to try to upload a chapter at least once a month. They'll probably be between 800 and 2,000 words only. They'll be very short chapters just so I can push them out. I have no idea where the story is going.

I know, I know, I know. A lot of you want my other stories to be finished. But you either get them done poorly, or done so they're worth the read. I will get them written, but right now I need to get back in the habit of writing every day.

I used to say I'd never write a story with a band in it, but...I read Fire Crotch and the Friend Zone Virgins, as well as Inertia Creeps, and I guess I changed my mind. But mine is Demyx and Zexion. I don't even know that any other KH characters will be in it. Maybe they will. Suggest someone you want to see and I'll think about it. Suggest anything and I'll think about it. I'm wriiting this as I go, so that means, in theory, you all could be a part of my writing. Maybe. Ultimately is my decision but if I use something you thought up, I'd definitely give credit.

Thanks for reading, sorry it's not Other Side or Details. Those will come though.