"These must have (been retouched) or something..." Axel's face was as red as his hair as he looked over the pictures Zexion had taken from Mardi Gras. "There's no way (I was that drunk)..."

"Are those (the pictures of) you and Demyx?" Roxas leaned over his shoulder. "Sorry, Ax, (but I kind of saw) the whole thing..."

Demyx nodded sagely. "You were that drunk." He didn't see fit to say anything else, since Axel had all the hard evidence of his alcoholic indiscretions he needed in front of his eyes already. Well... "He didn't take any pictures of you grabbing my crotch, did he?" While Roxas burst out laughing, Axel, unbelievably, turned even redder. "I know there's an ass grab picture in there..."

"Shut uuuuup..." Axel groaned.

Roxas snatched the pictures out of his hands and started sorting through them. "Here's one!" He held up a picture of a thoroughly intoxicated Axel, leaning heavily on Demyx, with one arm around his waist and one hand between his legs, while Demyx looked like he wanted to cry, throw up, or keel over dead.

Axel buried his face in his hands and muttered something Demyx couldn't make out as the room heated up a few degrees. "I think I shoved you into a wall about two seconds later," Demyx said musingly.

Axel looked up, looking like he wanted to throw himself off a building. (I'm never touching alcohol again), he murmured.

Roxas sat down next to him and put an arm around his shoulder. "Look on the (bright side. Zexi)on could have just (handed them out at) the next meeting, in(stead of giving) them to us."

(Shut up.)

Demyx sat down on the other side of him. "Hey, I wanted it to be memorable...thanks to you, it was memorable, at least for the rest of us!"

"Would you quit?!" Axel demanded.

Demyx couldn't help but laugh. "All right, Rox, are there any pictures in there that aren't of Axel making a drunken fool of himself?" He took the stack of photographs and sorted through them himself, pulling out pictures of the parades, Demyx receiving a Zulu coconut, a furiously blushing Roxas being jokingly fussed over by two scantily clad women, a masked Axel covered in as many strings of beads as the four of them could find, a picture of the three of them in their masks, a picture of Axel, Demyx, and Zexion that Roxas had taken at Demyx's insistence ("We need some proof Zexion was here too!" he'd said), the street band Demyx had spent almost an hour talking and listening to...

Something sharp and painful scratched at the inside of his chest. He'd pretended, he'd tried, he still wished, but he knew he hadn't been able to hear all of the music. Not just that band's music - they'd been surrounded by music all day, and while Axel, Roxas, and Zexion had had the full benefit (until Axel got too drunk to remember anything), Demyx...

It was the music I really wanted to hear, and I could only hear about half of it.

Am I sorry I went? Oh, hell no...I always wanted to go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras before I died...I wish circumstances were a little different, but it was wonderful...even if I had some trouble hearing the music...besides, it was the last chance I had...

"...day you're (going to remem)ber for the (rest of your nat)ural life, huh?" Roxas said, as Demyx looked up from the pictures.

Demyx smiled and nodded at him, with as much artificial feeling as he could muster. Will you remember it for me when I'm gone? Will you still remember me?

AN: Number 11, Memory.

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