Started: December 17, 2007

Finished: January 26, 2008

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The next passing events I don't even know how to describe.

I was never too good with words, so sue me.

Roxas sighed. Axel glared. Pinky wasn't even staring at me, but out my window instead. His expression was starting to scare the shit out of me.

"Let's go."

Were the two words Pinky muttered under his breath, which to me was a growl more than anything. It made my stomach twist, something unsettling birthing inside of it. It instantly made me want to become one with the wall I was backed up into. Everything but the two men and boy in front of him looked incredibly inviting, especially the door…

"Don't run, Dem." Roxas finally spoke. His ocean blue eyes were red, making him look tired. "We're only doing this for your own good. Please understand."

His words made me stop my unconscious inching for the door. He sounded… sincere enough. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that Roxas would never hurt me; he was probably the only friend I had at the time. But hell, that didn't stop me from being more nervous than fuck. And obviously cuss a lot. Other than that nervous habit, I began to tug at the sleeves on my shirt, pulling them over my arms in an edgy fit. They didn't seem long enough at the moment. "Roxas, please… You don't wanna hurt me, right…?" My words made Axel laugh.

"We aren't gonna hurt you." Roxas nodded to his words in agreement.

"Would you rather stay on this godforsaken island?"

Unsurprisingly enough, their words didn't comfort me. They actually put me off a bit more. How could I just leave? Sure, it sucked here… But I belonged here. I deserved to be here. I didn't deserve anything better than what I had, what I got.

Instead of my slow inching now, it became an all out dash for the door that was only a few inches away.

Pinky must have seen it coming.

Just as I pivoted on my foot for the door, he took something unknown to the back of my head.

Before I knew it, I was swimming in black yet again.

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"We're sorry, but your wife…"

"What do you mean?"

"The baby will… but she…"

"You have to do something!"

"…nothing we can do."

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"…All your fault!"

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Fuck.

Those dreams were never that graphic, were they? I bit my lower lip, still in a half-dazed state. I hated waking up from those. Instead of being my usual, bright self and running around making pancakes for Roxy, I would lie there and stare at the ceiling with blank eyes.

…Speaking of Roxas and ceilings.

This ceiling wasn't familiar, nor was it a ceiling at all. It was a dark red, a canopy of silk. I noticed this when I saw it attached to four bedposts. It was then that I noticed that this wasn't my bed. The canopy might have done it, or maybe it was the fact that it was pretty damn huge. And soft. There was even enough pillows to satisfy my needs. What kind offabric was this? God, it felt so good against my skin…

Well, instead of moping around, I guess I could start by figuring out where the hell I was.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. With said eyes, I took a look around, finding myself in a room only twice as big as my own, which wasn't much to begin with. But it was nice. On the wall opposite of this bed was a huge dresser, complete with a vanity mirror and everything. I also noticed that on one of the blank walls areas of the room was a box, that I figured had my stuff since on top of it was the box I had been playing with before I fell sleep the night before. Before my train of thought went to far off, there was a bang of the opening of the door, and I snapped my head to see what caused the disturbance.

In the doorway stood a short brunette with amazingly blue eyes, her face pretty. On said face was the most excited-looking smile in a long time, the grin there almost breaking said pretty face. She wore an overly baggy shirt that probably didn't even belong to her, and I couldn't see that she had anything on underneath, though I was hoping that she at least wore some shorts or something. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, and as if possible, they lightened.

"Hey! Guys! He's awake!" She called out, in an almost annoying high pitched voice. God, she was loud. She instantly twirled around, racing back to wherever she had come from, and left the door ajar.

Interesting.

I must have been busy from our encounter or something, because… I could have sworn the room was actually moving, like some sort or rocking motion. Aha. I finally cracked, didn't I?

My thoughts were interrupted when the brunette ran back into the room, onto my bed, and hugged me around the neck, rubbing her cheek against my own. I was stunned, and didn't move but she wasn't put off in the slightest.

"Oh my god! We've been waiting forever for you, and—Oh wait! I didn't tell you! My name's Selphie, and we have a lot of nice people on this boat, like Roxas and Axel and… Oh! But you met them already! Oh aha, yeah, I remember that now!"

Wait, back up. Boat?

I pried her away from me, her grin in place, as she seemed to be breathing heavily from talking so fast and running around. "B-boat?" I gulped out, leaving my hands on her shoulders in case she got any ideas to jump me again.

"Yeah!" She nodded quickly; once, twice, thrice. "Gee, ya really don't know a lot, do you? I bet you don't even know why you're he-…"

"Selphie, that's enough."

Before I had time to blink and turn myself from those pretty blue eyes, the girl who called herself Selphie was picked from the bed by a pair of strong arms and thrown over another boy (or man)'s shoulder. Said person had long, gorgeous silver hair, and a pair of aquamarine eyes to perfect his look. God. I was jealous.

"Sorry about that," he said, voice casual but suave and sexy at the same time. All the while he spoke, Selphie squirmed around on his shoulder and squealed much like a stuck pig to me. Somehow, the little bundle of sunshine managed to sound cute while she did it. "Selphie has a little bit too much energy for her own good. I'm Riku, by the way. You're Demyx, right?"

I could only nod dumbly.

"Ah. Well. We'll give you some time to…" He took the chance to look over my probably battered appearance. "…Clean yourself up. Then you can head out on deck." He jerked his head towards the door that remained open, before walking towards said door and without another word, left with the brunette waving wildly to me and shut the door.

I stared at the door for a long, hard minute. One minute turned to three, which turned to five, which turned to possibly ten minutes. And all I could do was stare at the door. After so long, I jumped out of the bed. My legs gave out on me, and I fell to the hard, wooden floor for half a second, but I regained my strength. My mind was processing one thing, and one thing only: Getting the hell off this boat.

I went to the wall of my room that had my stuff, picking up my music box. It was all I needed, all I had. I strode over to the door they had left from, standing in front of it before taking a death-breath. I could do this, I knew I could do this. I always had problems confronting people or problems; I guess my mother was the same way. I'd rather just be obliviously happy or falsely happy than be miserable because of something like that.

While holding my breath, I kicked open the door in what I hoped would seem a bit intimidating. Though when I saw the wooden dock, cleaned to perfection and the huge mast, the sails, every single part of this contraption called a boat that I found myself on, I found myself actually intimidated. The whole thing was huge, especially all the parts of the boat that I didn't know the name of. I wasn't smart when it came to those kinds of things.

So instead of looking like I was going to kick some ass, I stood there with eyes wide, jaw hanging open, looking quite dumbstruck. I don't know how long I stood there, five minutes, ten. I didn't even know what was going on at all until a laugh from the side of me sounded, or a chuckle.

Because of all the stories my mother told me when I was little, of pirates and monsters and such, I was afraid to advert my eyes to the one who had made the sound. She told me of their adventures, of man against monster, man against pirate. Pirates were like monsters too, she had said. They didn't have the look all the time, but deep inside, they sometimes acted worse than any monster, driven by their greed to obtain whatever treasures their heart desires. They never sought out true love, they merely treated it as if it were another treasure; there was always something better than it out there.

With a gulp, I managed to put enough of this behind me to call to the one out of my range of sight. I even closed my eyes, just in case something happened, something I didn't need to and didn't want to see. "Who are you?" I called out, voice shaky, "Where am I? Why am I here?"

The questions made my voice grow stronger with each passing word, but that didn't erase the fear I had or the urge I contained to just jump off the boat into the inevitably blue ocean that had been rocking it.

"I wouldn't worry so much about that now, Demyx. We do not mean to do you any harm."

The voice that met my ears was smooth, soft, and even softer than Riku's. It was undoubtedly male, a smart-sounding one at that. Pronouncing word, down to the letter, perfectly. It was almost musical. It soothed at the storm inside my stomach slightly, enough for me to turn and meet with the one whom this melodic voice belonged.

I had to bite back a smile. He didn't look intimidating, actually. He had a small, strained smile. From that, I could tell he didn't offer such emotion easily. The corner's of his lips were barely turned up, and the muscle in them twitched in the slightest. Half of this smile though, was covered by a large lilac-silver bang, also covering one of his eyes. The one I could see was a sort of blue, with a little speckles of purple in it. Awkward. He appeared to be at least half a head shorter than I, though most were. I was told I was a bit tall.

"My name's Zexion," he introduced without me asking, probably from the confused expression I wore. "This ship," he moved a bare hand to gesture to said ship, "is mine."

Oh, that's all fine and dandy.

"Okay…" I began, slowly, my eyes moving from his one visible one to the floor. His small excitement was beginning to put me on edge. "…But why am I here?"

The smile that was there was hardened slightly, but it didn't change or remove itself from his soft features. He shifted ever so slightly, onto his other foot, his eyes examining me now. I felt even more nervous than before, and I broke the contact again to stare at a hole in the deck.

"No one told you?"

I shook my head, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind my ear.

"You're here because… I made you bring them. Roxas, Axel, and Marluxia, I mean." I heard his voice drop slightly, to an even softer one than before.

It seemed he was content on staying there, which annoyed me a deal. So I repeated my last question, voice quieter than before.

"That, is a long story," he said, picking his words carefully, "To make long stories short… you're here because you are to be my bride."

The last thing I remember was snapping my head up, eyes possibly wider than before as I stared at him, and then my world went black.

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lol hay its zexy.

This took me forever, so sorry. SORRY! I need to work on my other billion fanfiction that I started that I NEED to get chapters for. I'm so sorry they take me forever to type! But school and such is keeping me oh-so busy. Forgive me! I hope to have the next chapter up sometime within the year 2008. Review to tell me what you think, okay? Because those are what motivate me to actually do better and write more. Many thanks!