A/N:

Updates! Good for me, getting off my lazy ass and writing. I needed to. I really want to finish this story soon.

Yukia's tears were small, but flowed so quickly and in such a large quantity. Sora's tears didn't run nearly as fast, and didn't last as long. Their fingers interlaced, and Sora tried to lighten the mood.

"Have you figured out what you wanted?"

They passed by a metal lab door, and Yukia glanced at it with an odd expression. "I want to know why I feel empty." She let go of Sora, walking to the cold, stainless-steel door, reaching to touch it. When her finger grazed over the icy flesh of the metal, a rush of warmth ran through Yukia's brain, images of an elderly blonde man appeared in her mind. "A-ah, what's…." she clutched her head, trying to rid herself of the images. They left as soon as they had come, and Sora had rushed over to her along with his friends.

"Yukia! Are you okay?" he grabbed her shoulders, shaking her lightly.

"Y-yes, I think so…" she wobbled up into a standing position, gripping onto Sora for support. "There was something in my mind for a moment, then… nothing."

"Nothing? There had to be something there," Donald quaked to her, slightly upset that they couldn't just leave her behind.

Yukia puffed out her cheeks. "I said it was nothing! Let's just get going," she walked along the hallways, feeling a slight familiarity with the pasty white walls and slate white flooring.

Demyx could have sworn he heard voices coming from a few halls down, and asked Luxord about it.

"I ain't heard nuthin'," the drunk cardsman slurred from his bottle of rum. "You jus' be hearin' things, Demy."

Demyx nodded and continued to play on his Sitar, but kept it quite low, so he could still hear.

Sora and the others quickly followed behind, running almost to catch up with Yukia. These names were repeating themselves in her head, and refused to leave her alone. Vexen, Demyx, Axel… who are these people?

They passed an open room, with beautiful music coming from it. The tune was slow, but upbeat at the same time, and a voice popped up in there, too, singing sorrowfully. The voice didn't match the tone of the song, but was fabulous all the same.

"Do you hear that?" Yukia said, walking in the direction of the room, Sora and his friends following closely behind. "Someone's singing."

"Likewise. But we can't veer off course." Donald said, grabbing Yukia by the arm and dragging her away.

"Hey, duck face, get off me!" she screeched, and the music stopped playing.

"Did you hear that?" Demyx said, stopping his sitar playing, and looked at the passed out Luxord. He sighed, and poked the Gambler of Fate repeatedly until he woke up from his [drunken] slumber.

"Whazzit, Dem?" Luxord slurred, and put an arm around the younger male's shoulders.

"I think someone's in the Castle," Demyx said, pointing to the direction of which he heard the voice.

"Whatevah Dem, I'm goin' ta bed." Luxord took his leave, going in the opposite direction of the noise Demyx heard.

"See what happens when you don't listen?!" Donald quaked quietly to her, shoving her down the hall.

"Let go," she struggled, and pulled free of his grasp. "I don't need you lots to get by. If you think I'm inconvenient, then I'll find what I want without you." She stomped off in the other direction, going back to the room with the music.

"Hey, don't go!" Sora yelled to her, but she kept on walking, not even bothering to reply.

Demyx played his sitar again, humming the tune lightly to himself, but he couldn't get it right anymore. Yukia normally kept his voice in check and on tune, but now that she's gone, it became much harder for him to sing and play his sitar. Shuffling footsteps and chocked sobs could be heard from the hall, and Demyx looked there again.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" he said, walking over to the noise source, seeing a girl with short, choppy black hair, crying about something or other. [Stupid duck, trying to tell me what to do, she said.]

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking at this muddy, crying girl with something akin to familiarity. "Yukia…?"

She turned around at the sound of her name, half-expecting Sora or one of the others to be there. Instead, there was a male with dirty blonde hair, a giant blue… thing… and a black leather coat. And he knew her name. [Kind of creepy, if you ask me, Yukia thought.]

Something sparked in her head, like the time near the lab door. She grabbed her head again, images of the instrument-bearing male invading her mind. Playing the instrument, which she now recalled was a sitar, and of her and him, singing together. She didn't recognize this man, but her mind apparently did. She put name to face, and recognized him as Demyx.

"Are you okay, Yukia?" he grabbed her, pulling her to her feet.

"You," she said to him, loosing her balance a bit. "Do I know you?"

Demyx looked betrayed. "You mean… you've forgotten me?"

A/N:

HA. I LEFT YA WITH A CLIFFY. NYYYYYAAAAAA~

These chapters will be short, so I apologize in advance.