Davy Jones's Locker Chapter 4: The Organization, a kingdom hearts fanfic

A/N: So I was taking a bath and right when I was shampooing, I got the idea for this story. Hah! I loved the idea enough to take a break from my other stories [but I won't blow them off, I promise] and write it. I am particularly good at songfics, so this should be a pretty well~written story ((: It's going to be another rather drawn~out story, so read and enjoy!! Oh, and I'll tell you all the song names and artist, just in case you like them.

So here we go...

Disclaimer: *curls in fetal position and sobs*

I flipped open my phone as I towel dried my hair. 5 Missed Calls. Throwing the towel onto my bed, I opened up the missed calls menu. 4 from Demyx and 1 from Zexion. What can be so important that they needed to call me so early? I asked myself in my head. I slipped on boxers and a pair of jeans and then hit the 'call' button on Demyx's name. It rang only once before Demyx picked up. His frantic voice busted my ear drum, "HOLY SHIT, ROXAS!!"

"Jeez, Dem," I slipped on a black T-Shirt, "Calm down. What's got you so amped up?"

"Amped up? More like pissed beyond belief!!"

"Okay, what did Marluxia do this time?" I failed to say that without rolling my eyes. Demyx and Marluxia always got in fights over the smallest things.

"That bitch quit!! He joined the Flower Power!!"

My eyes narrowed and I hissed in a dangerously venomous voice, "What. Did. You. Say."

"Marluxia said, 'Later, I'm blowing this ho-show. I'm getting nowhere with you people.' And I asked him where he was going from there, after punching him, like 20 times, and he said he got an offer from them..."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I groaned, weaving a belt through the loops and slipping on my checkered bracelet and black/white rings.

"Nope, dead serious,"

"So what the hell do we do now? The gig is next weekend. We have 2 weeks to find a new singer and teach them our stuff,"

I could hear Demyx's muffled sigh, "Zexion said that we should hold auditions. Like some sort of American Idol-type thing,"

"Right," I put on my tattered Converse and pulled on a hoodie, "Not gonna happen,"

He scoffed, mad that I rejected his boyfriend's idea, "What do you propose we do?"

"I say," My iPod headphones were missing and I scoured my huge-ass room, trying to find them, "That we relax and deal with it when we get to school. Worst comes to worst, we just cancel the gig,"

"Cancel!?" Demyx nearly shrieked, "You know how important that gig is!! Kairi's dad is the presi-fucking-dent of Kingdom Hearts Records!! We could skyrocket as a band!!"

"Like I haven't thought of that," I sneered sarcastically as I grabbed some breakfast and left the house, "It's just Kairi's Sweet 16," Even though Kairi only was in school for 2 months, she was already the It-Girl. Popular, well liked, and in the highest raking position in the biggest social circle in the entire city.

"We should feel honored!! She could've gotten HUGE groups like The Click Five, or Green Day, or Blink-182!! But no!! She wants her local, high school band to perform!!"

"Whatever," My messenger bag was slung over my shoulder, a cigarette was in between my lips, and I was walking down the street towards Destiny Islands Academy, "See you in a few,"

"Right," Demyx said flatly. I slid my phone in my pocket and put my iPod in my ears. It was damp and almost April. The air was bitter and cold, yet the sun was shining brightly, illuminating the finally-green grass and drying up the puddles of never ending rain. My peaceful, little suburban neighborhood faded into the distance as I walked down the road, towards the Academy.

Destiny Islands was for rich people. End of story. Celebrities, political giants, artists, musicians, models, you name it. They all resided in Destiny Islands. My dad was a very successful doctor/surgeon/whatever at D.I. University Medical Center, while my mom was an author, sort of famous for her romance novels. And here I was: dingy, 16-year-old kid, dressing sloppy, listening to and playing "rebel" music, as my dad put it, and not offering anything constructive and productive to the world. Well, excuse me for not wanting to poke my fingers into people's liver or whatever, and having no interest in the steamy affair between Fredrick and Lisa, who was seeing Vincent, who was the real father of Lillian's daughter, who kept it a secret from the evil Juanita, who blah... blah... blah... Romance novels and open-heart surgery. Not for me.

Anyway, I attended Destiny Islands Academy for the Fine Arts, where I met Demyx and Zexion. We were apart of the 'Music and Band/Orchestral Branch' and became pretty close. The school ranged from 4th to 12th grade, so I knew Demyx and Zexion for a while. After being bored to death with musical theory and Mozart's Ninth Symphony, we started to get together and play our own music. I was the doesn't-give-a-damn-about-shit, trouble making drummer. Demyx was the bubbly, outgoing, and loud guitarist. Zexion was the cool and collected bassist. We came up with some pretty decent stuff, except we were missing a vital thing: singing talent. None of our voices were mysterious enough pull anything impressive off.

After hard searching, we found Marluxia. That guy had a deep voice, puzzling and calm. It helped a little that was the Ladies' Man, racking up many fans and listeners. He was tall, buff, had a stunning face, and that fucking hair. The girls just adored his long, pink locks. But of course, all the other guys laughed and called us the "Singing Fruit Basket." One can stick up his middle finger in defense for so long before it starts getting to them. After a few years of being with us, Marluxia became controlling, insisting that he was the main attraction and we were his little back-up dancers. He actually suggested that we wore dresses during a Christmas Concert one year. We won that fight. We weren't the ones with rose-colored tresses. We would have kicked him out of the band at any time, but his voice was so damn good and he had stage presence that drew people in.

Then, he became obsessed with the crappiest band. Ever. They were called Sinister Rainbow. Seriously, no joke. They kept stealing our stuff: altering the chord progressions ever-so-slightly and switching up the lyrics by one letter. The affiliation got so bad, that Marluxia would blow off numerous practices for them. You know how the rest ends: he quit The Organization [Me, Demyx, and Zexion. The Organization was our band's name.] and joined Sinister Rainbow. So we were stuck finding a brand new singer, just 2 weeks before the biggest gig we would ever get. And trying to find someone nearly as good as him only made the challenge harder.

I exhaled and threw my cigarette butt onto the wet sidewalk. The school was a few yards away, so my pace slowed down tremendously. The school bell rang and I quickly scurried down the Music Building [which was HUGE] and found my classroom. Demyx and Zexion were in their usual seats, holding an empty chair for me. "Morning," I snorted out.

"We need to fix this," Demyx said, "And fast,"

"How do you think we do such a thing?" Zexion asked.

Demyx contemplated, "Hmm... Put up flyers?"

I laughed, "Right. Do you know how many fucking flyers are posted every day!? Around the school

AND online,"

"Oh... Right," Demyx grumbled, defeated. The final bell rang, signaling the start of class. The first class of the day: Warm Up. This class was designed for us to warm up and get ready for the day of playing and practice and rehearsal. The classroom was big: a high ceiling, 5 rows of chairs arranged in a horse-shoe, one row on a platform that was shorter than the one behind it. I pulled my trusty drumsticks out of my messenger bag. Demyx and went to their closet, grabbing their bass and guitar.

"Alright," Mr. Saix greeted as soon as Demyx and Zexion reached their seats again, "Good Morning. We need to get started immediately. Your assignment presentations are today,"

I leaned over to Zexion and whispered, "Dammit, those are today!?"

He nodded and I smacked my head, "Shit, I completely spaced and forgot!!," The assignment was to write a song and perform it, singing and with your instrument. Drummers didn't have to sing, just come up with a brand new, fresh, and original beat. Which I neglected to get done.

"Okay, who shall go first?" Mr. Saïx scanned the attendance list, "How about a Mr. Axel?" The entire class snapped their heads to the redhead in the back of the class. He was still sort of a new kid; he was at the Academy for only 2 months. I never took the time to get to know him. He seeped perfectly contempt being the quiet outcast. But, I've heard him talk on the phone a few times when I'd pass by in the hallway. He would be loud, fun, and hilarious. If he was much more extroverted, he would've been loved by everyone in the school. Even the Drama Branch. And the Drama Branch was stuck up.

Axel ran his fingers through hair and hesitantly got up, carrying a guitar to the middle of the room where Mr. Saïx was standing. "Sit here and begin when you're ready," Mr. Saïx directed, plating Axel in the chair. Axel slowly placed the acoustic guitar in his lap and strummed a few notes, but not ready to actually perform yet.

Mr. Saix looked down at him, "You shy?" He rubbed his chin, "How about I shake things up? Roxas!!"

"Yes sir!?" I exclaimed, startled.

"Since you obviously forgot to do this project, I'm going to try something else," He looked at me, confident that I forgot my assignment.

"Mr. Saix," I cooed, "How could you say that I forgot? I am such a prepared, organized student,"

Snickers cracked throughout the classroom. Mr. Saix grinned, "Okay, if you are so prepared, please come and show us all what you got. We are all just dying to hear it,"

My heart sank, "Umm... No thanks...?"

"Right. I've been teaching you since the 4th grade. I know you, Roxas. And unless you don't want to fail the easiest class in this entire school system, get your irresponsible butt down here," Demyx and Zexion cackled in unison and I quickly shot them an icy glare. I trudged down the steps to Mr. Saïx and Axel. Mr. Saix smiled, "You ready for your assignment?"

"Nope,"

"Good. Since you seem to work much better on improvisation, you get to play along with Axel. He will play what he was smart enough to practice and you will make things up as you go along. And you may only use your sticks and... this," He tossed me an empty, plastic bucket, "Have fun,"

I sighed and sat next to Axel. My drumsticks were positioned in my hands and I looked up at Axel. Oh. My. God. Once I looked in those acid green eyes, I could feel some sort of connection. He had a fierce, intimidating flame in his eyes that burned my soul. In a good way. I tried to stare back with the same blank, ferocious eyes, but I felt like a moron. My eyes averted downward and I noticed something particularly weird. He had a teardrop-shaped tattoo under each eye, etched into his milky, marble cheeks. Why was that? What was the story behind those? This kid was different... My eyes shot back up to his green orbs and my heart stopped. The flame was stronger, more intense. Why did I have this... attachment... to this guy? I never made eye-contact with him before, let alone, be in the same 2-foot radius.

Axel took in a breath, which shot me back to reality. My head focused on the drumsticks and the bucket in front of me. I glanced up to Axel to give him the thumbs up. He smiled shyly and I could feel electricity run down my spine. His half smile was so hypnotic, so charming, so inviting, that I almost passed out. Once again, he looked away, slamming me back down to the Real World.

His nimble fingers plucked against the guitar strings carefully. I tapped my foot to the beat, setting the tempo subconsciously in my body. The song sweetly filled my ears and I smiled. It was one of those upbeat songs that made someone instantly perk up. He took in a breath and sang very carefully and meaningfully.

You don't know how you met me,

You don't know why you can't turn around and say goodbye,
All you know is when I'm with you, I make you free,
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea,
I'm singin':

Follow me everything is alright,

I had the tempo rushing through my blood and I added some flair by clicking my drumsticks together on the down beat.