A/N: Alright, first chapter up! I'm sorry it took me so long to write and upload it… I've been really busy and I just haven't found the time until just recently, so, I hope you all like it! C:

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, the characters, or Moulin Rouge. This makes me depressed to write…

So, here it is! Enjoy!

Come What May

Chapter 1

1899

I had just gotten out of my deranged father's house because he couldn't handle my 'obsession with love' but I think it had more to do with my 'obsession with men'. It was no surprise to me when he told me that he found a hotel where I could stay, and I could hopefully come back a 'man' and not 'a naïve imbecile' as he called it.

I had taken to stay at the 'Mansion' hotel; it had once been a huge mansion which the royal family had lived before moving into less… 'sinful' areas of Paris. Now, their home had been turned into a many roomed hotel, laid out with moth-eaten fabric everywhere, and the windows were extremely drafty, if there were windows at all. I had not realized that staying here would change my life forever. How could I?

I had just set out to write my story when a man fell through my roof. And with him quickly followed three others.

"Hello!" Said a man with blonde hair, he was holding a sitar in his right hand and shaking my own with the other. "I'm Demyx, who are you?" I opened my mouth to answer but he pressed on. "I'm so sorry that Luxord here fell through your roof. Hope it isn't any trouble for you."

I couldn't exactly say that it was indeed trouble because, like before, he pressed on.

"Because he's got this condition where one second he'll be as wide awake as the stars, and the next…completely asleep! It's amazing really." He said excitedly.

"Ugh, Dem! How are we going to rehearse now? We're down one person, and we need to get this right! If not, well, you can kiss the play good-bye." Said a man with pink hair.

"Marluxia's right, Demyx," Said a women who was also blonde but it was more my color, with some tendrils hanging loose from the rest which was slicked back. "We still have to convince the owner of that night-club," she spoke the word with disgust. "to let us do the play there, and without a character we're not going to get to rehearse it, let alone actually do it!"

The blonde holding the sitar called Demyx tapped his index finger against his lips humming to himself as he paced my room with a thoughtful expression. "Hmmm… Hmmm…" He muttered.

"Um, excuse me… But what is the play about?" I asked, unable to contain my growing curiosity.

He spun around to look at me and opened his mouth as if he were about to answer and suddenly he leaped into the air and screeched, "You!" over and over again. I was very confused for a minute until he pulled me with him while he exited my room and led me up a flight of stairs. Once he flung me into the room, where I stumbled a bit, and the others were inside as well, currently dragging the other blonde out of the my ceiling which had been their floor, he set his sitar down and tackled me with a hug. I was so bewildered that automatically hugged him back while he was screaming in my ear, "You, you!"

"Demyx!" The blonde woman yelled to him. "Calm down, what are you, trying to kill him?" She said, as she tried to detach him from me.

He eventually let go of me and I could fell the pain of the blood in my arms rushing through and I was sure my ribs were bruised. And now he was grasping Larxene's hands and spinning in circles squealing with some unknown glee.

"Don't you see, don't you see? We could use him! We could use him to fill in for Luxord!" Demyx shouted as Larxene let go of him and he rounded on me again.

I backed up nervously but when I collided with a strange machine I had never seen before I couldn't escape him. He came up to me and clasped his hands together, jutting out his lower lip a bit and widened his eyes. "Please! Please, will you help us and fill in for Luxord?" He begged me as he bent his knees a little so I would have to look down on him, making me even more uncomfortable.

I looked from him to the women to the pink-haired man and to the unconscious one on the floor and back to him. Before I knew what I saying my consent tumbled nervously from my lips. What I wouldn't know until much later, is that this one tiny decision would change my life in drastic ways.

His eyes got wide with happiness and he tugged on my hand as he led me behind a huge fake mountain and threw some clothes at me which consisted strangely of brown, very tight pants, shoes just one shade darker, a long-sleeved shirt with a brown vest over it, and a brown hat with a feather attached.

"Put these on and we'll be ready when you're done. Ohhh, this is going to be so much fun!" He said as he left me alone with my thoughts and new outfit.

I dressed with a little difficulty, the pants were the worst. I had to keep jumping up and down to get them fully on, and I knew that if the slightest attractive man came into this room, everyone would know what I thought of him in two seconds flat, and that would cover as my most embarrassing moment ever.

Once I emerged it seemed that they moved the unconscious man half-way onto the bed. And Demyx was dressed as a nun, Larxene had ratty clothes on along with a brown top-hat, and Marluxia had on a brown hat also but he had a scarf and a white shirt much like mine and also pants and shoes like mine except they were grey and he was wearing grey suspenders.

And there was another person there that I had never seen before. She had long, brown hair in two pigtails and was dressed in a red-suit but underneath the top she had a white long-sleeved shirt, but the end of the sleeves had ruffles.

She was talking to them about a scene where the nun was supposed to be talking about hills. Which I didn't get at all, why would a nun talk about a hill?

"No, no, no, the hills are ecstatic with artistic fervor!" She said, waving her arms about wildly. None of these ideas even made sense.

And then she turned around and yelped once she saw me.

"W-Who is this?" She stammered to Demyx.

"He is our replacement for Luxord, Selphie. We wanted to have the chance to rehearse without any interruptions or complications." He said calmly, which surprised me because of how he acted before.

I watched as her eyes went from wide to slits in an instant. "You replaced one of my actors without my authorization!" She said her voice breaking as she yelled at him.

"Well, you weren't here, so I didn't think you'd mind, and look!" He said as he scampered over to me, going behind me and grabbing my spiked hair. "He's blonde! Maybe not as blonde as Luxord, but still! And he fits in his clothes!" I didn't totally agree with that. "And he's a writer! Maybe he could help you."

But that was the wrong this to suggest to her because her face got beet-red and she shook from head to toe. "Help me?! I don't need any help! My story is perfectly fine and the poem is perfect as well! How dare you even suggest I need help! If you won't appreciate my talent, I will find someone who will!" And with that, Selphie stomped off, taking her story and poem with her, slamming the door behind her, Luxord jerked awake and yelled something incoherent before collapsing into sleep again.

"Well, that's just great! Not only do we have a new actor to train, we also have to find another writer! Wonderful!" Complained Larxene before slumping onto a bench in front of a piano.

"Didn't you hear me?" Demyx exclaimed to her, causing her to look at him in displeasure. "He can write it and he can act!" he gestured excitedly to me.

I had to interrupt then. I couldn't be quiet any longer. "Wait, I said I'd fill in for that guy," I gestured to Luxord quickly and turned back to Demyx whose expression had visibly fallen, "I never said I was willing to write it! I haven't even written my own story yet!"

"Well, I saw the typewriter in your room so I just assumed you were already a writer." He said his voice soft and he was looking at the floor. "And we really need someone to write the play now that Selphie has left us, and we need someone else to fill in Luxord in case he passes out during production. And I thought you wouldn't mind helping us, you seem like a nice guy and all…But if you don't want to, I guess we can try to find someone else to replace Luxord. It'll probably take a while though."

I knew exactly what he was doing and as much as I didn't want it to work, it did. I felt bad for them. In fact, Demyx's jutted out lip just about had me screaming my "Yes!" to him.

I sucked in a breath, knowing I was going to regret this decision and told him my answer. His pout instantly turned into the biggest grin I'd ever seen. Even Larxene cracked a smile, and from the looks of her, that was a rare thing.

"So, we better get to work on the script." I said, looking around for a typewriter or any kind of instrument that would enable me to jot things down, lest I forget something. "Do you happen to have a typewriter?" I asked, hoping I wouldn't have to get mine. The thing was about as heavy as I was.

Demyx looked at me apologetically. "No, sorry, Selphie had everything we needed."

I sighed, resolving to get my typewriter. "Alright, I'll get mine. You guys just sit and think about the main plot and everything." I said as I moved out of the room, down the flight of stairs and into my room, glancing up at them through the hole that Luxord had created.

I had no idea how I was going to write a script from scratch and not make it look as though it was my first. Thousands of ideas ran through my head, causing an un-necessary jumbled feeling. I hated to do something without having time to plan it out first, and go through it several times over. I was a planner, I liked to make sure I knew how I was going to do something, and when, not make split-second decisions and say, 'to hell with it' and call it good. But by the way Demyx and Larxene were talking; I wouldn't have that blessed time to think things through. We were just going to have it go through it, try to make it perfect the first time (not likely though) and hope it was good enough for the person we were supposed to be presenting it to. And I still didn't know who that was. This was getting better and better by the second…

I lifted mine up with a grunt and wondered how exactly I was going to lug the thing upstairs. I wasn't very strong, and it took all I could do to get it up this far, and I didn't know if I could do another flight of stairs. But, somehow, I did. With a few stops along the way to catch my breath of course, but I did it.

So, after it was hefted in the room and settled down on the top of the piano, with a little help, I stood in front of it, finger ready for typing as they quickly told me everything they wanted to do.

"Wait, wait, wait." I interrupted. "How do the lyrics go again?"

Demyx huffed and repeated what Selphie had said earlier, and I couldn't believe they were actually still using her work. Couldn't they have any originality?

I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath. "How about the hills are alive with the sound of music? Does that sound good to you guys?"

An immediate silence took over the area. As it continued I couldn't help but feel a little bit of a blush spreading over my cheeks, thinking they thought it was garbage and they wouldn't want me as their writer anymore. "Or, maybe not." I muttered to myself, ripping the page out of the typewriter and crumpling it up before throwing it over in the corner, where many of other pieces of paper had endured the same treatment.

"The hills are alive with the sound of music." Demyx whispered to himself as he was at my left with Larxene on my right, looking over my shoulder at the now new page I had set. "It's perfect!" he shouted, making me jump slightly.

I twisted a bit to look at him properly. "Really?" I asked, as if he was going to say, "No! Are you kidding? 'The hills are alive with the sound of music.'? It's horrible, get out! Get out now!' But he did not. In fact he hugged me again and had another big, goofy grin plastered on his face and Larxene was nodding to herself, obviously agreeing with him.

"He's right. It's just what we need for it. You actually can write and act… Interesting." She said to me, and I could feel my face spread into a smile as I beamed at her words. That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me in a long time and it felt good to hear such things. Who wouldn't feel good at hearing something like that?

"Thanks. How about I an over-view of what I think it should be about fully and you guys can look it over and tell me what you think?" I offered, hoping they would let my muse do the thinking and see what I could do when only handed a little information about something. When they both shook their heads in agreement I thanked them again and turned to my typewriter, my fingers flying over every letter, making a seemingly deep synopsis of what I thought would make a good story. And without really realizing it as I read it over when I was finished, I realized that what I had written was my life story.

I changed a couple things to make everything seem more dramatic, and I changed the names obviously for privacy, but it was my life from the time I was able to talk up until a month ago, when I first told my father of my dream of writing and he had scoffed at me. As I told them I was done, and beckoned them over for them to read it, I was extremely nervous and bit my lip in habit. I hoped they would like it and not ask too many questions as to how I thought everything up, that wouldn't be very good for the first thing you tell people when you first meet them.

Pretty soon, though, Demyx straightened up (his nose was almost touching the paper he was reading everything so close) and he spun to look at me. The look on his face was amazing. His eyes were all shiny and his face was turned up in a half-smile. I took that as a good sign.

"So? What did you think?" I asked, twisting my hand together over and over as I awaited his ridicule.

"It's great! Just the type of stuff we need for the play and to grab people's attention. It's got everything, drama, angst, sadness, happiness, anger...Although, one thing is missing I was kind of aiming for, but its fine without it."

My face fell. "What is it missing?" Dread began filling my core. What could I possibly be missing in it?

"Well, love." He said simply. My face scrunched up in confusion. "But, don't worry. It's perfectly fine. The hero is a happy-go-lucky kid who feels the need to seek acceptance from complete strangers because his father never did. Sounds good to me."

I groaned. When he said it like that, it made me seem like a total idiot.

Larxene sighed. "Yeah, it's good. We can at least work with it and it'll have a plot. Not just some mindless musical Selphie thought up."

"Okay, great. You guys ready for rehearsal?" I said, trying to sound chipper when instead I was actually not to scream at them, 'Well, I'm sorry my life sucks!'

They nodded at me and as we moved into positions Larxene stopped and stared at me.

"By the way. What's your name, kid?" She asked, cocking her head to the side slightly.

"Roxas." I said simply, not bothering with my last name.

"Nice name. Nice to meet ya, Roxas." She said, holding out her hand. I took it and said, "Nice to meet you, too." And we started with the rehearsal.

Hours later…

We had just done the last scene after approximately twenty-two tries to get it right and lo and behold, we succeeded.

It surprised me at how efficient these two could work when they were dead set on something. I could tell they really wanted to get this play on stage, but I never asked why. It wasn't really any of my business.

"Great! I think we actually nailed it this time." I congratulated them as I sat down on the bed next to Luxord who was currently awake at the moment and was helping us out a little.

"Great!" Demyx said and bounded behind the fake mountain and tossed me my clothes back. "Do you have a tux by any chance?" He asked, as he rummaged through an old looking suit case and withdrew a dark blue full-length dress and two tuxedos's and threw the dress to Larxene and on tux to Luxord, keeping one for himself.

"Erm… Yes. Why?" I questioned. I couldn't figure out why he would ask such a bizarre question.

"Great. You'll need it, and if you don't mind, I need to ask you a personal question…" He said, trailing off, looking wearily at me.

I gulped. "Yes?"

"How do you feel about red-heads?"

A/N: Soooo, this was a stupid 'info chapter' and I promise the fluff and romance will come soon, I just needed to get that nasty beginning out of the way before I got into the real good stuff… Hope you all like my choice of character parts, and don't mind the slight twinge in the Moulin Rouge plot…. I won't be changing majorly, just enough to fit everything in nicely and add some drama…. XD

Well, you know what you need to do…. Now that you've read you must REVIEW! (I've turned into Dr. Seuss! Awesome! :D)

~A.R. 13

(Yes, I changed my name… :P)