Sora silently watched his Other, trying to figure out what was bothering him

Okay everyone I want to introduce to everyone my latest project- my little Fire Demon Baby- Tyro! I'm babysitting him while his mom's off destroying the little world I created for her… so much for author appreciation…

Well thanks to kirinlover and ficticious-imagination for the reviews! Reviews make happy writers, happy writers come from California, as does California cheese.

Ok, I think it's time to reintroduce some of our more familiar characters. Reviews are welcome, flames will be used to entertain my Little Fire Demon Baby Thingy.

Sora silently watched his Other, trying to figure out what was bothering him.

Roxas had been moodier lately, more easily annoyed, and he wouldn't talk to Sora. Which on its own wasn't too unusual. Who would honestly want to talk to themselves for goodness sake?!

Sora sighed, stood up, brushed the sand from his pants, and turned to his Nobody. "Hey, Roxas," no answer, "you coming home tonight or you want me to tell Mom not to wait up?" he tried playing the guilt card to get him to come home.

"Tell her not to wait up."

At a loss for words, he turned and left.

Roxas watched the boy until he was out of sight, an odd feeling in his stomach. Was it fear? Guilt? Anger? All three?

He watched in silence as the rain fell softly about him. He pulled his hood over his head to shield himself from the icy droplets.

His left arm throbbed again as he pushed his sleeves up to his elbow, wincing at the raw flesh below.

He let out a stream of curses as he examined the dull grey insignia burned on the inside of his arm.

The Nobody emblem; the crest of the Organization; proof that it still lived: still had control over him.

Through it he was aware of the other Members, the turmoil of their minds pressed in against the inside of his eyes. He closed his eyes momentarily, a flash of images brushing against his mind, the touch of darkness unfamiliar, hostile.

He winced as the water ran down his arm, dripping from his hand in a light pink color.

Another wave of pain, made him clutch his arm, a low hiss of air escaping his lips.

"What the hell is going on?" he thought bitterly.

Blood ran down his arm and the insignia burned under his arm.

"Riku," Sora called, trying to catch up to his friend, "Riku, wait up!"

The silver haired boy paused a moment allowing the younger to catch up.

"Riku," he whined, pulling on his arm, "We have to go back."

With a wrench, the older boy wrenched his arm free watching as his friend fell in the sand. "Give me one good reason to go back, in the middle of a storm no less, Sora."

Sora bit his bottom lip and gazed out over the choppy water. "I'm worried about Roxas," he whispered.

Riku cocked his head.

"It's just that he hasn't been coming home and he's more emo than usual. It's like he's pushing the world away. I just-… don't know what else to," he mumbled the last part, head down, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"I'll see what I can do," Riku muttered, growing uneasy with the entire situation.

He walked back, making sure he was well out of sight before disappearing into the Darkness. Everyone has their secrets.

Sora drew his knees to his chest and buried his head into his arms. When had his world become such a cold, unfamiliar place?

Well, chapter two is up and ready! Now while you all review, I've got a little Fire Demon to track down. starts humming a hunting song

Tyro- Please review. It'll make Silver a very happy authoress. Happy authoress don't kill off their best friend's kids do they?

Oh Tyro? Where did you get to? insert evil laughter here