It was really a very interesting situation, if you liked suffering. I should have been overjoyed, or something like it - Demyx was awake, and mentally intact, except for one little problem. But that one little problem...yeah. At least he didn't actively hate me - he was actually entertaining the notion that I just might really be who I said I was. It still made visits extremely awkward; it didn't take long until one or both of us decided that maybe if I just didn't visit him, we'd both be more comfortable. And after all the times I'd had to act as a go-between for Axel and Demyx - usually after Axel had managed to drink himself into a blind rage the night before or something - Axel was finally returning the favor. It wasn't a very comfortable role for him, though, we both had to admit. I know he didn't talk about Demyx to me if he could possibly help it, unless I asked him directly, and I kind of assumed he didn't talk to Demyx about me. And, just once, from down the hall, I heard that weird scream that seemed to herald one of Demyx's seizures.

I hoped Demyx got his scrambled egg of a brain straightened out soon. Otherwise, life was going to be...well, I couldn't think of a word to describe it, but I didn't expect it would be pleasant. For one thing, mealtimes would be pretty awkward. And if he kept having those seizures...

"Hi...Roxas...you look moody..." I came that close to jumping out of my skin. I hadn't gone to visit Demyx in two weeks; I sure as hell didn't expect him to come visit me. He was still giving me this funny, scared look, like he wasn't quite sure what I was, let alone who. But still.

"So, you've decided I am who I'm supposed to be?"

He still looked at me warily. "I...I'm still not a hundred percent sure. I've narrowed it down to 'you're a phony' or 'I'm nuts' -"

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that..."

"Of course you wouldn't. You're a nice kid." Just like the real Roxas, he didn't say. He sank into the chair next to my bed, running a hand over the bandages on his forehead. "...I wanna see the Keyblades again." It's hard to summon weapons with a broken arm, but I managed, in the hopes that just maybe it might trigger something in there that would make him go "Wow, you really are Roxas, how did I ever get confused?" No such luck; Demyx just examined them carefully and shook his head with a sad half-smile. "Right now, I'm leaning towards 'I'm nuts'."

I didn't have the heart to tell him I thought he was right. Well, obviously I didn't. "Other than that...how are you?" It was the only thing I could think of to say. Honestly.

"Sore as all hell. When Vexen finally dragged his ass in and told me the only thing really wrong with me was a head injury, he left out a ton and a half of various bruises, strains, and other assorted sore spots. How're you?" He smiled nervously, like he still expected me to jump him.

"Still alive...about ready to get rid of these casts..."

"Mmm." Demyx was looking at the floor, his hands, the walls, the ceiling, everywhere but right at me. "Refresh my memory, how'd you find out Axel is bi?"

My reaction to that particular question could be summed up into two words. "...The hell?!"

Now Demyx was actually looking at me. "I know it sounds like the most ridiculous damn question for me to ask, but...just answer it. Please."

I did my best to recall the circumstances as exactly as I could, wondering what in Kingdom Hearts's name was going on in Demyx's head. "We were in New Orleans. For Mardi Gras. I remember you had that king cake the four of us were splitting - you, me, Axel, and Zexion. Axel had had a few - he got well and truly wasted later in the day, but at that point, he was just a little tipsy - and there was this group of gay guys across the street wearing not a whole lot. And I noticed the way he was looking at them - the same way he'd been looking at the scantily clad women we'd seen earlier - and I tapped you on the shoulder and said 'Axel's bi, isn't he'. You said yeah, he was, and asked me if it was a big problem, because the other guys used to give him a hard time about it."

I was pretty proud of how well I'd remembered it, but Demyx was chewing on his fingers by the time I was done, looking like he wanted to cry. "Oh...okay...one more thing...who got the baby?"

What? Oh, yeah, that silly thing... "I did. I might or might not still have it somewhere."

Demyx nodded blandly, his face absolutely devoid of expression. "Great. Thanks." Then his face crumpled. "Kingdom Hearts, I am fuckin' nuts." By the time I figured out what he was talking about and reined in my surprise well enough to respond, he'd already fled the room.

AN: Poor Demyx is confoosed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, got it memorized?