Demyx's fingers brushed over the flowers that the nuns had laid there on the grave. He glanced up at the small stone resting at one of the grave site. It was a normal stone, actually. On it was the name, dates of birth and death- everything that was normally on a gravestone. The musician drew his eyebrows in emotional pain as he read the etched in words.

Saniolota B. Veschemez

1989-2003

Beloved sister

R.I.P.

His sister, Sanio. She had died so young; 14 years old, and barely so. Her little brother was only 13.

Demyx bit his lip and flicked his emerald gaze to the sky, almost hoping to see her face or hear her voice. "Sanio," he whispered, calling for her, "I'm sorry I haven't been able to come back every year like I promised you."

That promise. He had made the promise as he laid in a hospital on the opposite side of the ocean of where his sister had been lain to rest.

Demyx glanced to his left, gaze quickly falling onto their tiny garden. Their sanctuary. The only place that they could truly be themselves.

"Meyd!"

The young boy stood up straight and looked over his shoulder, immediately grinning at his sister. "Hi Sanio," he greeted, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, "did the sisters let you go or did you sneak out again?"

Sanio smiled and brushed blonde hair from green eyes whose spirit matched her own. "What do you think?" she asked before leaning forward-

Demyx stopped upon that memory. "W-We were young and confused," he said aloud to the flowers growing in the small garden, "we didn't know…"

Dark marks on the wall of the church's small greenhouse-like room caught the musician's eye. Stepping through the grass that had grown there and past his sister's grave, he knelt down to see the drawings that were nearly eight years old. "I'm surprised no one's tried to wash these off," he muttered, running his almost-calloused fingers over the smooth, stone wall and over the markings from extra coal, "they must be too scared."

"What're you doing, Sanio?" Meyd asked, leaning over to try to see what his sister was working on.

She glanced back at him and smiles sweetly. "Drawing you." she answers.

Meyd made a face at her. "Why are you going to do that?" he asked incredulously.

Sanio stood and placed a hand on her brother's cheek. "Because you're so pretty, little brother," Sanio responded, "it's hard not to draw you."

Meyd grinned and blushed. "Thank you," he hugged her, then turned and started to walk back into the church, "even though you're the prettiest thing in the world, Sanio." He giggled and ran off.

Demyx leaned against the wall, recalling every moment and detail. Everything from his years of traveling with the nuns and his sister. Recalling everything that happened before he became known across Europe as the "Sinner Boy".

He stared at the wall for a moment, noticing a splatter of dark color. Upon closer inspection, the musician recognized it. Blood. His blood.

Meyd clung to his sister, yet held her protectively. "Sanio..?" he called softly, heart thudding wildly in his chest as he clutched Sanio to him, "I-I'm scared."

Sanio nodded and buried her face in his shoulder. "So am I," she responded, her hand gripping her brother's shirt, "but we can't help it, Meyd. Everything happens for a reason, and so is this, so we can't help it."

He understood, and nodded a little, pressing further against the statue. "Could you sing for me?"

His sister looked up at him, smiled lovingly and drew in a breath-

Demyx choked on tears that he had held inside him for nine years. He fell to his knees beside his sister's grave, running his finger over the stone. "Oh, Sanio…" he sighed, his heart heavy, "I'm so sorry, sister. I said I would protect you, but I didn't…"

A scream ripped through the air, and Sanio came running into the garden area and hiding behind Meyd. "What's wrong?" her brother asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hornet!" she hollered, "it's trying to kill me, I swear!"

Meyd looked over to the entryway and saw the miniature monster. Keeping his eyes glued to it, he bent down and picked up a rock. "Aim," he mumbled, drawing back his hand, "fire!" The rock went flying through the air, pinning the hornet between it and the wall, ultimately killing it, causing Meyd to grin.

Sanio giggled and hugged her brother. "Oh, my savior!" she cried, mocking the princesses in the books she had read, "however shall I repay you?"

Meyd smiled and danced around the garden with her for a few moments before tipping her backwards into a dip. "True love's-

Demyx turned onto his back beside the grave, staring at the sky. The sky had been the same that day, before everything had gone wrong.

"Augh!" Sanio screamed, the butt of the gun hitting her head sharply. Meyd could only stare in horror as his sister was ripped from his arms and dragged to the front of the statue.

The soldiers laughed as Sanio held her hands together in prayer. "Pray all ya like," one said, causing more laughing amongst them, "no one's going to help you."

A gunshot. Meyd screamed as he saw the bullet rip through the right side of Sanio's chest, hearing no other sound than that gunshot. As she lay still, blood pooling around her, matting her long blonde hair, her brother scraped his short nails down the side of the statue, watching the soldiers move outside the church, his eyes locked onto the one who had pulled the trigger.

Meyd ran to his sister, kneeling beside her and holding her hand. "Sanio, are you okay?" he asked, feeling stupid for even asking.

She shook her head. "It…it hurts," Sanio answered, "I can't breathe…"

He leant down to whisper in her ear, tears running down his face. "I love you."

Sanio smiled, and that's all he needed. Meyd turned and ran after the soldier who had put a bullet in his beloved. Screaming, he ran at him. "YOU KILLED HER!!"

Another gunshot. Cold body. Warm liquid down his stomach and back. A scream. He couldn't tell if it was his own, or his sister's, or one of the nuns'. Intense pain. Blackness. His only thought was that of his sister.

Demyx bit his lip, figuring that he was laying in about the spot that he had been shot. Where he should've died.

"Demyx..?"

The musician sat up and saw Zexion standing in the doorway to the garden. "Hey," he said and sat next to the musician, but not on the grave, "I heard the whole story from Sister Rose. Is it…" he swallowed hard, choosing his words carefully so he wouldn't hurt the blonde, "Is it true?"

Demyx stared at the grave. "Yes," he answered, a tear running down one cheek, "I was abandoned here with my sister as a child. I lived here for the most part, when I wasn't, I was traveling around Europe. I fell in love with my sister. I…I died, so to speak."

Zexion drew an arm around the blonde's shoulder's. "How so?" he asked.

Demyx wiped the tear away. "I ceased to be Meyd," he answered and sniffed, "I became Demyx."

Later that night, when Axel, Roxas, Zexion and himself were hanging out in the illusionist's room, and the musician was asked to sing, Demyx only smiled for a moment. "Just a small part then, okay?" he closed his eyes and drew in a breath, the Gaelic words slipping over his tongue effortlessly, "Siuil, Siuil, Siuil a run. Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin. Siuil go doras agus ealeaigh liom… Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan."

Zexion slipped his hand over the musician's. "What is that called?"

The blonde stared at the floor. "It's called Siuil A Run." he answered.

Roxas tilted his head to the side. "What does that mean?"

Demyx smiled and turned his eyes to Roxas's, those eyes that looked so much like his sister's. " 'Walk My Love' "

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A.N.: I know, I know. This one isn't so great, but I'm getting there! . I strive to be as good as the great Dualism! (It'll never happen, but I can dream. :D) Hope you liked!