Whoo, look at that break! Like I think I've said before, this fic will never die (because I love it too much), but it might take a while to update.

Once again, I blame my parents, because my internet's still not back. The only reason this is up is because I saved it to a data stick and went over to a friend's internet. :O So yup.

I'll stop promising earlier updates, because it's obviously impossible for me. So I'll update whenever. D: Sorreh.

And me no own teh Kingdom Heartz. sadness

So, here ya go, a new chapter.


Oblivious

Chapter 4:

"A Rude Awakening"

"Demyx?"

I started awake and lifted my head from my pillow (actually, I realized, from the ground. My pillow had disappeared) to look around. There was no one around... in fact, it was just a misty gray as far as the eye could see. I sighed. It was one of those dreams again. I pinched my neck so I could possibly wake up, but to no avail. I couldn't get out of this one.

"Demyx!"

I flipped around onto my back to look behind me, and saw Larxene standing in front of me. My face fell for half a second, my mind screaming for me to run away, but I quickly fixed my face into a grin, and I stood up.

"Hey, Larxene."

"Now now, what's with that face? I haven't seen you in, like, half a year. Be happy about this visit."

"Of course I'm happy to see you!" I exclaimed, putting my best smile on. In truth, she was the last person I wanted to see in this dream. "Why would you think otherwise?"

"Whatever. So hey, Mom said she enrolled you in a mental hospital. Sounded ecstatic about it. Is it true, or is she just lying about it again?"

"Yeah, she enrolled me..."

A large smirk broke out onto Larxene's face. "Finally! I swear, it took her forever to do it. Kinda stupid it took this long, though. It'll make everyone happier with you gone." Larxene paused and got out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag before she continued. "I'll be able to introduce Xaldin to Mom and Vexen... oh! And speaking of Vexen, after he left, he pummeled Mom with pleads of letting you keep your cell phone plan. She gave in, so now you still have a phone! That's nice of him, isn't it?"

I perked up. "Really? I was wondering about that! I'll be sure to thank Vexen."

Larxene paused again, then took a couple steps towards me. "Wondering?" My heart leaped up into my throat. "How'd you know? Vexen wanted to surprise you when they next visited."

"W-well," I stuttered, "I used my phone yesterday..."

"Who'd you call?"

"Demyx?"

"I called Zexion..." I glanced away, then looked back at Larxene, who had taken a couple steps away from me again and was tsking to herself.

"Vexen will be upset... what did you guys talk about?"

"Um... well, I just said that I was in a mental hospital, that I missed him... he talked about his new place..."

"That's it?"

"Mm-hm."

Larxene stared at me for a minute, then shook her head.

"You're lying. You're being too serious. What aren't you telling me?"

"H-he's coming over tomorrow, but I didn't think--"

"What?" Larxene snarled. I stopped and took a step back. "That little fag's coming to visit you?"

There was a twang of irritation at the back of my mind. "You know I don't like it when you say that."

"Hm? Fag? You can just deal with that." Larxene dropped her cigarette and stepped on it to put it out.

I changed the subject. "So, umm, you mentioned Xaldin earlier..."

Larxene glared at me, obviously aware of the subject change, but answered anyways. "Do you remember him?"

"Wasn't... wasn't he the one that helped you move out?"

"Yeah. You know, we're engaged now. I've been wanting to tell Mom, but you've been around every time I'm in the neighborhood."

My eyes got wide. "Engaged? With him?"

I knew I shouldn't have said it as soon as it left my mouth. Larxene gave me one of the dirtiest looks a human could give, and in mental defense, my mind collapsed within itself. She walked towards me, getting in uncomfortably close proximity, and lifted my chin up so I would look at her. And I nearly fainted when I did.

"Are you insulting Xaldin?" Larxene calmly purred with an evil smirk on her face. I felt like crying, but I'd never cry in front of Larxene. She would beat me out of my tears if I started.

"N-no, I was just surprise that you were already engaged..."

"So you think I'm not ready yet, huh? Trying to control my life like you're my mother?"

"No! It's not like that!"

"You have no right to decide what I should do with my life!" Larxene screamed, and I did the same when she smacked my hard across my head. I didn't fall, but I hunched over cradling my head between my knees. I wished Myed was there, because he'd protect me when this happened at home, but Myed didn't appear in this dream. Ever.

"Get up."

I looked up at Larxene from my fetal position, and was promptly knocked over by her boot.

"I said 'get up', not 'stare at me for a few minutes!'"

I quickly got up, rubbing the side of my head where her foot had collided. I didn't look straight at her, knowing that she hated staring, but if she wanted me to look at her, she'd say so. It was a couple minutes before she said anything else.

"So, no 'congratulations' or 'I'm happy for you'? I decide that you're important enough to know that I'm getting married, and all you do is insult my to-be-husband?"

"I'm sorry, I really am. I'm happy for you." In truth, I was amazed that anyone would want to be around Larxene for too long, let alone marry her.

"You're just saying that so I won't hit you."

I looked up at her cautiously. "I don't want to be hit again, but I really am happy for you."

Larxene blinked, and for a second, I saw guilt written in her features, but it quickly went away. She lit up another cigarette and was silent for another few seconds. Then she closed in the space between us and knocked me hard against the head again, this time with her elbow, and I sat myself down, head dipped, and my vision fuzzy. Then I could feel myself waking up. As the dream slowly blacked out, I heard Larxene again.

"Sweet waking, Dem. Hope that boyfriend of yours doesn't come tomorrow."

Dem... she never called me Dem...


"Agh!"

I sat up, clutching my head as I exploded out of my dream. Myed stirred beside me, but didn't wake up. He was a deep sleeper like me. I stayed in that position for some time until the throbbing had gone down, then I got up and looked in my mirror above my desk. I had a nice bruise over my left temple.

I sat on my desk chair and sighed. I hadn't had one of those dreams in a long time. Those dreams were always different than real ones, but the same basic thing happened in each one. One of my family members would be there—although one time Zexion had come—the conversation turned bad and I ended up being beaten back into reality. Sometimes marks were left, but most of the time it was just pain. Larxene had hit me hard enough this time to leave a bruise.

This dream was realistic in a sense this time: Larxene, when she was still living with my family, had gotten mad enough to beat me on several occasions. She would've beat me more if I hadn't been careful not to meet her randomly in the house, or hadn't sent Myed out to see if she was gone before I went to school. Sometimes this didn't work, and I ended up sore all day. Of course, after some time, Mom found out that Larxene was beating me, and Larxene ended up moving out after a heated argument about my health and all that. That was when I saw Xaldin, and that was the only time. I was fine with that, though, because I could tell that I wasn't very high on Xaldin's Like List by the way he looked at me.

Speaking of Monkey Boy (the nickname made me laugh, and because of that was rewarded with a throb of pain), Larxene said that they were getting married. Strangely enough, things that are told in those dreams are usually right. I would have to call Vexen tomorrow to make sure.

I looked at the clock and groaned. 'Today' would be more accurate. It was four in the morning.

Judging by how tired I was and how much more time there was before I had to wake up again, I decided to go right back to sleep, even though it would help my headache immensely to go take a shower. I clambered onto my bed and under the covers, cuddling myself into Myed, and quickly drifted off.

At about the same time, Larxene was leaning out an open window in her room, her cigarette idly smoldering as she looked back on the strange dream. She had similar ones before, although they were rare. And they were always about Demyx.

"Mmm... hey... Larx... what're you doing?" Xaldin mumbled from the bed behind her, trying to fight off sleep enough to form a coherent sentence.

... She didn't like hitting Demyx. It's just that she had an enormous temper, especially when it concerned Xaldin. And if it was Demyx insulting Xaldin... that pushed her over the edge really fast. She knew he was a bit skeptical on his looks, but she was obviously better than him in the sense that she judged on personality, while he judged on looks. Living proof was Zexion.

"Larx?"

"... Hm?"

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, just a dream. Don't worry about it."

"Hn. If you say so..." Xaldin turned onto his stomach with a grumble and was silent.

Larxene smiled. That was one thing why she loved Xaldin. He didn't press. He knew that if she wanted to talk about it, she would, and pressing would just make her mad.

She stabbed her cigarette into the window sill to put it out and threw it out the window, then turned around and climbed into bed. Xaldin moved to pull Larxene towards him in a hug, and she sighed.

Maybe this was the reason Demyx was gay. Men could be so damn snuggly at times.

And Demyx liked snuggly.


Agh! Short! I know you people wanted it shorter, but dang, this is REALLY short! I make it up to you... with another chapter. I owe you guys one, because I was gone so long and all I could come up with was this. Heh. O-o

So yeah. I think the dream was a little choppy subject-wise, and a little harsh on Demyx. Mm-hm. And the dream... blah, I think that's explained later. The whole waking-up-with-a-bruise-even-though-it-was-just-a-dream thing. I do have an explanation for it! It might be lame, but it's there.

All-in-all, I don't like this chapter. The quality might have something to do with this mysterious fatigue that I'm experiencing at the moment, caused by the current time of... morning. 1 am isn't that late, but I'm just getting over being sick and recovering from over half my mouth being numbed at the dentist. Two hours is a long time to hold your mouth open.

And... i sprekenz teh ingleesh vury gewdly. dont cha theenkerz sew?

Anyways. Onto chapter five! falls over and starts snoring