(AN: I'm changing to past tense. I cannot write in present to save my life.)

Chapter Three: There's a Ghost in My Bedroom

I looked over at Seirei as she started her homework. After a few minutes, she sighed in annoyance.

"Need some help?" I asked. She jumped slightly.

"Demyx, I've told you before. Don't show up without warning." She sighed.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Seirei. So do you?"

"Well, unless you have an interesting story of the civil war around this area, no."

I smirked and sat on her bed beside her. "Actually, I do."

Seirei turned to look at me, eyes wide. "Really?"

"The civil war ended just a few years before I died, remember?"

She blushed a bit. "Oh yeah. Well? Spill it."

I smiled with a shake of my head. "Patience, Seirei." She rolled her eyes and I laughed. "All right. Well, have you heard about the spy for the South? They lived in this town." She waved her hand to go on. "Cid Raines was his name. I remember the story pretty well.

"I was twelve at the time. It was two years until the war ended. I remember at the time I was at home with my mother, Serah, and my best friend Dajh Katzroy. Dajh's father, Sazh, was fighting along with my father, Snow, their friend Hope, and my Aunt Light."

"Your aunt was a nurse?"

"No. She disguised herself as a man so she could fight."

"And Hope…"

"A guy."

Seirei's face was blank. "Go on."

"So, it was one of those nameless battles. Dad, Aunt Light, Sazh, and Hope were getting ready to leave, when they heard a voice say, 'Freeze!'

"They turned around to see Raines. He was holding a gun, aiming it at them. Dad was a bit scared, and he asked, 'What the hell is wrong with you? We're on your side!'

"Then, Raines said, 'No. You are not on my side, dirty northerners.' And my aunt realized what was going on. Raines was a traitor. He was a spy for the South.

"She ran at him with her hunting knife, and Raines was about to shoot her, but Hope pushed her out of the way and was shot instead.

"Several others heard the commotion and came over, so Raines fled. He was shot down a few days later."

"What about Hope?" Seirei asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Hope? Oh, yeah. They were sure he was going to die, but one nurse named Vanille said that she save him, or at least try to."

"And…"

"He lived, and after the war, he asked for her hand. She was pregnant last I knew." I thought a bit. "What's the assignment?"

"To find a story about the community during the civil war and also say how it affects us today."

"Well, why don't you find about their descendents? If Raines had succeeded and they died, how would it have changed the present?"

"Wow, Demyx. You're a genius."

"I try to." I said, and then I made it so her hand passed through me as she tried to whack me. I smirked and made myself solid again.

"That's cheating, you know." She said. "Anyways, what are their names? I want to look them up."

"Last I knew?" Seirei nodded. "Well, Lightning Farron, Snow Villiers, Hope and Vanille Esthiem, Sazh Katzroy, and it would be nice if you could look up Vanille's sister, Fang Oerba, too."

"How do you spell those?" She asked. I rolled my eyes and took the pen from her, writing each name down.

"Thanks, Dem… there's a problem."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Where do I say I got this information from? I can't really say, 'from the ghost of Myde Villiers, who lives in my bedroom.' Now can I?"

"Hmm… that is a problem." I closed my eyes, thinking. "I've got it! Follow me!" I stood up. She did too.

"Where are we going?"

"To the attic."

"We have an attic?" Seirei asked. I nodded. I found the small door out of the way. It was a big house, five stories and an attic. My parents made it a boardinghouse, so there was room for about thirty people. They probably hadn't been down this way. I opened the door, and there was the staircase. I went up first, and I noticed that Seirei clung to my waist.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"I'm scared of the dark." She whispered. I didn't ask again, or ask her to remove her arms. It felt nice. Warm. But of course it did, seeing that my normal temperature was about sixty degrees.

When we got up there, I turned on the light, and Seirei let me go, looking around. "Who knew this was here?"

"I did." I said. She rolled her eyes, and continued looking. I decided to look around to.

"So, what are we looking for?" Seirei asked. I found it.

"This." I held up a small journal and opened it to a few pages in where I had written the story my father told me. I handed it to her. "There you are." I said, handing her the journal. She read it, and her smile grew wider and wider.

"This is perfect!" She hugged me tightly. "Thanks, Demyx! Now I can start writing my paper!" She bolted down the stairs. I smirked, turned off the light from the middle of the room, closed the door, and faded into her room.

"This is perfect! I've got my story, a source, and an idea!" She said excitedly as she walked to dinner. I just smiled as I followed her.

Demyx is a genius. That's just part of the guy. I've got my paper planned out in my head. As I looked at the journal again, I saw Hope's last name. Esthiem. Wasn't that Kairi's last name? I shrugged and went on into the dining room.

"What's that, sis?" Roxas asked.

"Just one of the greatest things I found." I showed him it.

"A journal? Where'd you find it?" My twin asked as he looked at it.

"The attic."

"We have an attic?" Mom asked. I nodded.

"So, what's so great about this journal?"

"It's Myde Villiers, and he apparently was alive during the civil war, so I've got my paper planned out!" I said triumphantly, snatching the journal away.

"That's great, kids. Now, come and eat." Dad said.

Dinner was fairly nice, and I started my paper by writing what Demyx had written in his journal, word for word. Pretty soon, though, I ran out of stuff to write about so I went to take my shower and get ready for bed. I tucked Roxas in his bed out of habit. We never stopped that tradition, no matter how old we've gotten.

When I walked into my room, I felt the familiar, comforting chill. I closed my door. "Hello, Demyx."

"You're going to bed already?" He asked. I rolled my eyes a bit.

"I'm tired, Demyx. And tomorrow I'll probably be pulling an all-nighter." I said, slightly hissing. I was tired.

"Okay, then. Sorry." He said, putting his hands up in a gesture of peace. I laughed slightly, and soon fell asleep.

When I woke up next morning, I felt colder than when I had fallen asleep, and I noticed two slightly transparent arms around my waist and someone's chin on top of my head, and I sighed. I elbowed the person that had climbed in my bed last night, and he grunted awake.

"Why, Demyx?" I asked as he stood up.

"You were having a nightmare and wouldn't calm down, so I kind of fell asleep next to you." I noticed he was blushing. "Sorry. Sorry. I-" I shook my head with a sigh.

"It's alright. I liked it."

"Hm?"

"Just… your temperature is calming to me."

"Oh."

"Stay here. I'll be right back." I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom to change. When I came back, he was still there. I started to put on my sneakers.

"Where are you going? Isn't it Saturday?"

"That paper's due on Monday. I gotta head down to the library." I tied my shoes and looked back at him. "Come along?"

"Huh?"

"I asked if you wanted to come with me to the library so I can look up these guys." I showed him the journal. Demyx yawned and stretched.

"Sure. Why not?" I grinned in appreciation and I went downstairs. I scarfed down a piece of toast, said goodbye to my mom, and started off to the library. It was early-ish in the morning, so not very many people were out and about, so I could walk and talk with Demyx easily.

"Things sure have changed." He said, looking around.

"Anything you can point out?" I asked. He looked around, and pointed at something.

"That babershop there was a general store." He said. I looked at the small barbershop and tried to imagine it as a general store.

"Over there," he pointed at a gym, "that was the barbershop." I smirked.

"What is that?" He pointed at a place in the bad side of town.

"Not good." I replied instantly, seeing it.

"But what is it?" He asked.

I sighed. "A strip joint."

His eyes widened. "But… but… that was the flower shop!" Now my eyes widened. Then, I burst into laughter, Demyx right along with me. Once again, I was thankful no one was out.

When we finally made it to the library, I had laughed a few times and I had tried to imagine the town as it had once been. Demyx said he'd try to draw it for me, which I thought would be cool. So, when we got there, the librarian, a tall, muscular man with brown hair and blue eyes, directed me to the archives.

Down there were two people, two women, it looked like. One had chin length blonde hair with two strands styled into antennae. Her eyes were a pretty teal shade. The other had shoulder length pink hair and baby blue eyes.

The pinked hair woman turned to me, and I realized, blushing lightly, that 'she' was a guy. Oops. "How can we help you?"

"I'm working on a research paper and I'd like to look up some family trees."

"Ah, that civil war assignment my daughters got too." He smiled. "Larxene, come over here!" he turned back to me. "To introduce us, I'm Marluxia Farron and this is my wife, Larxene."

"Farron?" I asked, looking at the journal again.

"Yes. What about it?"

"That's one of the names I was looking up."

"Ah. I see. Who were you looking up?"

"Lightning Farron." I replied. They nodded, and Larxene saw the journal. "What's that?"

"I found it in the attic of my old house. It belonged to someone named Myde Villiers and it talked about when his father and several of his father's friends were fighting and were almost killed by a South spy."

"Ah, yes. I know the tale. You see, later, Lightning had a son."

"Who was the father?"

"She never said. But she was my great-great grandmother." I scribbled the information on a blank page in the journal.

"Do you have any kids?"

"Yes. Triplets. Xion, Hikari, and Namine."

"Oh. I know them. Well, my brother does."

"So you're Seirei." I nodded.

"All right. What about Hope and Vanille Esthiem?"

"They got married, had some children, and they have great-great-great grandchildren, Axel and Kairi Esthiem." And it went on like that, and I learned that Sora Leonhart was Dajh Katzroy's adoptive great-great grandson, Riku Fair was Fang Oerba's great-great-great grandson along with a young man named Zexion Valentine, who was Riku's cousin. After I was done, I thanked Marluxia and Larxene for their help and started home.

People were starting to get out and about by this time, so I kept my voice very soft. "How is it? You're not talking."

"Mom and Dad didn't have anymore kids, and Mom died three months after me. It kind of stings."

"It's bittersweet, I agree. But what if you didn't know?" I asked. "That's worse."

"Yeah, well, hurry home and finish that paper. I'll catch you later." And he faded away before I could say anything. I shrugged and started off back home.

(AN: Next chapter, we'll get to see the Farron household, which means AkuShi. Please read and review. They make me happy and want to update faster.
Love,

Destiny.)