AN:
JK: WHOOT! Okay. Next chappie.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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"Demyx? Demyx, are you awake? Move your lazy ass out of bed! We've landed." Vexen called. Demyx muttered something that the writer can't put down because this fic is rated T. "What?" Vexen asked.
"Nothing." Vexen led Demyx outside to a beautiful world. "Wow…" Demyx said, admiring the sunset.
"Yes, yes. It's very pretty. Now, Demyx, I need you to observe your surroundings and write them all down on this piece of paper." Vexen said, handing Demyx a piece of paper and a pencil. "I'll give you your cell phone back so I can call you when it's time to leave."
"Thanks. Can I have my mp3 player back, please?" Demyx asked, taking his cell phone back.
"My! That was polite! Of course you can have it have back." Vexen said, handing the Melodious Nocturne his mp3 player back.
"Thanks…" Demyx muttered. When Vexen left, Demyx found a public restroom and spent five minutes washing his mouth out with soap. "Okay, that's better…" Demyx said, sticking his tongue out because of the taste. He wandered around aimlessly until he found an arts and crafts store. (Hey! Namine was running low on crayons and colored pencils! I can get her some more.) Demyx thought, walking into the store. He bought Namine the 100 pack of colored pencils and the 100 pack of crayons and he bought himself the standard 12 pack of colored pencils. (I'll draw a picture of the sunset since Namine isn't here, and she can draw it better when I get back!) Demyx thought with his trademark goofy grin.
-About Four Hours Later-
Vexen was PISSED. Demyx didn't answer ANY of his calls.
(Where in Dark Dive IS that boy?) Vexen thought. He decided to ask a woman on the street.
"Fresh fruit!" She was calling.
"Um, excuse me? I'm looking for someone…my son." (My SON? Where the hell did THAT come from? If Demyx was my son, he'd be MUCH more well-behaved.)
"Well, what does your son look like?"
"He's about 17 years old, has dirty blonde hair, about the same shade of mine, and it's in a mullet kind of style. He's wearing the same clothes as me and has aqua colored eyes. He's normally seen playing a blue sitar. Oh, yes! And he loves the water." Vexen explained. The woman thought for a moment.
"Do you have a picture?" She asked.
"Yes, actually." Vexen said, reaching in his pocket. Every member had a picture of each other in case of emergencies like this. The Chilly Academic pulled out a picture of Demyx and handed it to the woman.
"Umm, yes. I've seen him. He's down by the river. I'll take you." The woman said, handing Vexen his picture back. Vexen breathed a sigh of relief and followed the woman. When they got down to the river, Vexen decided to act like he WAS, god forbid, Demyx's father. Demyx had his back to them, and he was admiring the sunset.
"Demyx?" Vexen asked cautiously. Demyx turned around.
"Hi, Vexen! I thought you were going to call m- mmph!" Demyx was cut off when Vexen hugged him.
"Demyx, I was so worried!" Vexen said. "I was looking EVERYWHERE for you!"
"V-Vexen! What the hell?" Demyx asked, trying to push the older Nobody off him. Vexen backed up and glared at the younger Nobody.
"Don't you DARE run away again! Now, come on! Your mother is worried sick!" Vexen said, grabbing Demyx by the wrist, pulling him up, and dragging him behind.
"M-My mother? Vexen, did you fall down a set of stairs and land on your head?" Demyx asked.
"Thank you, ma'am. I was afraid we'd lost him." Vexen said, handing the woman a large sum of munny.
"Oh, thank you sir!" The woman gushed. Vexen dragged Demyx back to the gummi ship and got in.
"Dude, you have ISSUES!" Demyx spat.
"I swear you're Xigbar's son…" Vexen muttered. "Demyx, you MUST stop going AWOL."
"I wasn't AWOL! I was just absent without leave!"
"Demyx! That's what AWOL stands for!"
"I know. I'm just trying to get on your nerves."
"It's working…"
"I'm getting that feeling. If you need me, I'll be in my room."
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AN:
JK: Okay, there should be one more chapter and then a sequel. I'm not quite sure what to call it yet, though. Sorry. The AWOL comment was from MASH.