1 year later
The sun filtered weakly through the fog, casting beams of light on the walls of the castle that never was. The wet ground underneath his feet soaked through his boots and permeated his socks.
You would have thought that the makers of the organisation boots would have been considerate enough to make them leakproof.
He leant against the wall concealing himself in the fog, listening to the silence. It was why he always ventured to this place at the end of the day. It was so peaceful. The heartless could not see him or feel him.
He could be alone, but he could also be close to Demyx. Sometimes he thought he could hear him and that lousy Sitar. He wondered how he was, reliving the feelings he had had when he was with the blonde, then dismissed them as pointless. Dem hated him. Maybe if he apologised profusely, he would take him back.
He heard a crack like a breaking twig and automatically lashed out with his Claymore.
It stopped dead with a metallic clang that vibrated up his arm.
"No need to kill us. Your year is up. Xemnas sent us to retrieve you."
The owner of the British accent stepped forward into his vision. He was accompanied by Xaldin, the supplier of the metallic clang.
"Go home Saix." He said in monotone
"How did you find me?"
"Not important."
Saix rolled his golden eyes, conjured a portal and disappeared. Back to Demyx and whatever awaited him.
