"Roxas, are you ok…?" Xion asked carefully, articulating every word as if she said one thing wrong everything would fall apart, the shards of what the three remaining nobodies had left would disappear.

Demyx searched his mind, trying to find the right words to say to try to comfort the younger nobodies, but he couldn't think of anything to say. He was just as forlorn as they were. He also partially felt responsible for what had happened, even though he knew very well it wasn't his fault. But, he knew for sure that both Roxas and Xion were blaming themselves for what had just occurred.

Hey? Hello?

Demyx thought he heard a male's voice say that.

Axel!? Sadly, the voice sounded nothing like his voice. The nobody quickly scanned the room to see who or what could have said it, but he only saw Roxas and Xion. He tried to brush it off as it just being a figment of his imagination.

Hey!

He heard the voice again.

Seriously? Am I losing my mind…? Demyx thought.

Can you hear me!? The male's voice questioned franticly, as if it was lost.

He then suddenly felt a chill go down his spine, as if a chilly draft from an open window came through the room. The source of the cold air seemed to come from a specific spot, which was right in front of him.

C'mon! Stop ignoring me! The voice yelled. Demyx then felt an extremely cold spot right in front of his face.

Yep…I've lost it. Demyx thought.

WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!? The voice screamed, causing Demyx to flinch slightly. Xion shot him a confused look, since she was probably watching him this entire time. He looked down at Roxas. He felt sorry for the young male. Since, he felt as though he was powerless to help him (along with feeling like he was crazy).

"Roxas…?" Demyx asked softly, trying to get his attention.

H-huh…? The voice questioned softly to itself.

WHAT?! W-what's going on…?

I could ask you the same question… Demyx thinks.

It's you! Just then, next to Roxas, Demyx thought he saw sort of…see-through figure, something along the lines of a ghost.

H-HOLY CRAP! Demyx franticly thinks, trying not to show his reaction on his face, for fear that if Xion nor Roxas saw the figure, they'd think he was insane.

Most interesting to note, the figure next to the young boy looked exactly like Roxas.

It's you! I found you! Please! Please tell me you can hear me! The figure seemed like he was trying to get Xion's attention.

How does he know Xion? Demyx tried to think of ways that the strange boy could have known her.

This is your fault…isn't it?! Are you trying to take her from me!? Are you trying to take my place!? WELL I WON'T LET YOU! The mirror-image of Roxas then sent something that looked like a ball of light into the nobody.

C-crap! Demyx franticly thought, trying to make sense of what he just saw. Did the spirit somehow send its power into Roxas? And what if it did? What would happen? He tried not to show the concern on his face, but it was pretty obvious that he was panicking.

Xion then carefully wrapped her arms around Roxas hugging him tightly.

"XI-XION NO!" Demyx shouted. As soon as Demyx said that, Roxas pushed Xion away, falling to his knees and holding his head.

"W-WHAT?! ROXAS!" Xion cried, regaining her balance.

"W-what…who…w-who are you…" Roxas mumbled.

"Roxas…?" Xion carefully stepped towards him.

"BACK OFF!" Roxas screamed his voice being much deeper than usual, as if a whole other person that wasn't Roxas suddenly was talking. Roxas lifted his hand at Xion, and with some strange force threw her against the ground.

Roxas slightly shook his head, and looked up at Xion. Since Demyx standing behind the young nobody, he couldn't see Roxas's face. Xion's eyes widened as she looked at Roxas's face, and just then he pulled the hood of his cloak over his face and ran out of the room.

"Xi-Xion!" Demyx yells, running over to her.

"His…his eyes…" Xion whispers, horrified at what she saw.

"W-what about his eyes?" Demyx questioned carefully.

"They were…yellow."