Disclaimer: I don't own kingdom hearts or its characters. I do own some crazy OC people who shall come in at random moments…

Author Note:

Last chappie was hard to get up…I tried for at least 3 days and my Internet wouldn't load it… I really think technology hates me… :(

So here's the fourth chappie and DEMYX finally comes in! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Sorry, the melodious nocturne is like my best friend, but he's the easiest to beat in the game…. RANDOM!

Sorry about my rambling…on with the chappie!

Chapter 4

I was in a funeral home, dressed in a tux like my brother, and fiddling with my necklace. Everyone around me didn't seem to care that I was even there; they were too busy comforting my mother and father for the loss of the beautiful Ienzo. The mourners also said that they should give away the look alike so that their would be less pain, but unfortunately they refused, because to Ienzo I was his best friend and in doing so they thought that Ienzo would hate them. Maybe he already does… 'Zexion? You are no longer recognizable by your heart. Our connection is broken because of your heart. Zexion, I want the best for you and you must find something to live for until you come back to me, your brother and best friend' A familiar voice whispered, sending shivers down my spine. 'Ienzo! Where are you?' I yelled desperately, looking all around the funeral home. 'Inside you, Zexion, I have always been in your heart.' I kept looking not understanding, he must have meant like me always remembering him, but where was he?! 'Sigh, Zexion, go to the coffin and look to see who is dead. You'll be surprised.' Ienzo prodded, helping me to find the room all the guests were in. And to my surprise my mother was crying instead of my father, and he was nowhere to be found. 'Go on look in the coffin Zexion. I've been waiting for this type of dream to show you what happened after they shipped you off to a boarding school that same year.' Ienzo whispered in my ear, but when I turned around no one was there.

I began to walk toward the coffin where a younger version of my mom lay in a black dress crying. 'Why Kazehiro, Why!' she wailed, her face covered by her hands, her body in a silk black dress. 'Dad?' I whispered surprised, I didn't know he had even died. 'Yes, he died. He was on his way to pick you up as a surprise birthday gift and he got stuck in a terrible blizzard. He died of hypothermia.' Ienzo quietly explained, his arms wrapping around me from behind. Tears ran freely down my face, 'I had always thought he just got up and left mom for deciding to keep me. I didn't know that he… he-' I couldn't finish and I began walking closer to my fathers coffin, but my mother jumped in my way. ' Don't look at him! This is why I hate you! You killed the very things that were precious to me!' She screeched in a shrill voice I remembered as her angry voice. I looked into her angry blue eyes to see the most sorrow I had ever seen there, like this was actually hurting her. 'I-I'm sorry' I wailed, throwing my arms around her and hugging her. She smiled all too ruefully, 'Good, I'm glad. Now atone for them' She screeched, sending a knife plunging through my organ that was useless to me, the only thing keeping me alive and away from my father and brother. I screamed out in agony, and she pushed the dagger all the way through my heart. And then…. She began to laugh…. I'll be coming home Ienzo…

'No you wont Zexion, someone in this world still needs you. You may find you don't want to come back as badly as you think you do.' Ienzo laughed good-naturedly, waving goodbye.

I woke up with a start, only to find something heavy on my stomach, and an ache in my wrist where a needle lay. I lay back down and began thinking about what Ienzo had said, what had he meant? I looked over at the thing laying on me; to my surprise it was someone's head. 'Who is this?' I wondered confused, trying to decide if I should wake them up so I could go talk to Vexen. But, just as I was about to wake them Vexen walked into the room and laughed at what he saw. I didn't know if I had a dumb expression on or what so I just scowled deeply. "Good, your up. Would you like something to eat?" Vexen asked, smiling as if nothing was on me. "Well first I need to know who the HELL this IS!?" I say angrily, poking the person on my stomach, hard in the head with my pointer finger. Vexen laughed and pointing at that person whom I poked and said " Zexion, that's Demyx. You, my friend, are sleeping on his bed because he said he didn't mind, and he sat there waiting for you to get up. Seems he fell asleep during that." I felt kind of guilty as Demyx began to stir. "Oh." I whispered, that being all I could manage, Ienzo's words still distracting me from thinking in a normal logical way. "Ienzo, don't use words to confuse me now." I mumbled, laying back down, and ignoring everything and everyone around me. Everytime I thought I had my life figured out Ienzo came in and turned it upside down, breaking it all like it was a vase hitting a linoleum floor. 'Did he truly feel this type of vengeance of what I'd done so selfishly as a child? Did I truly ruin everything for my onii-san and myself?' I thought, my eyes becoming dazed, my ears becoming deaf to the world surrounding me. Even to the people whom helped me seemed to be very far away. No, wait, I could hear something tingling in my ear, a sound maybe? Yes, it was a sound, but what was it and who was calling? Listening harder the mumbling became louder until I could hear who was calling and what they were calling. "Zexion! Zexion! Goddamn you if you die on me! Demyx, go downstairs and get a big glass of apple juice." Vexen's voice said loudly, sounding annoyed and worried. "Ve-x-Vexen." I whispered hoarsely, wondering what had happened, I had only been arguing with myself for a few seconds…or maybe not? "Don't talk, sigh, but at least your still alive."

Ienzo P.O.V.

"Zexion." I groaned, grabbing my head, as it began to throb. 'Why does he always do something bad when I really want to sleep?' I wonder, sitting up on my hospital bed. My mother was right beside me, delighted that I was finally awake from my coma, but I totally ignored her. Truly, lets say, I hated her; hated her guts for even touching one hair on my twin's head. I felt the ache in my heart almost everyday. Zexion still thought that I was dead and that my death was his fault, just as mother said it was. Of course she was ALWAYS wrong. "Ienzo, why don't you speak to me?" My mother asked painfully, her cold hand on mine. I turned my head towards her; not caring if the next thing I said drove her to suicide. As I had said earlier, I HATED her for what Zexion had had to go through. "I haven't spoken to you, whoever you are, because the only person I will ever want to see is my Zexion, my twin whom you have tortured. Zexion, who thinks I am DEAD. You have destroyed even my RELATIONSHIP with my brother. Get the HELL out of my sight before my eyes go blind! You are not my mother and you NEVER will be!" My words were calm at first, but as I went on I could not control my anger. I could hear my heartbeat rising, but the only thing that was truly satisfactory was my mother's horrified face. It was the palest I had ever seen it and I knew, just knew, she would not be around for much longer.