A/N: Hope you liked the first chapter! Thanks for the reviews, everyone! I greatly appreciate it
Now comes numero two…
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They all said nothing for a moment as Demyx looked down again, continuing to fiddle with his silver guitar chain as Sora looked to Goofy and Donald. They shrugged, merely backing up and whispering something to each other with Sora's gaze shifting to them every three seconds. Why he wasn't included in the secret conversation, he didn't know. He shrugged it off.
"And what does that mean?" Hayner asked roughly, raising a brow and staring coldly down at the Organization XIII member. The water manipulator gave him a rude glare before slowly, but surely, getting up to his feet. They watched, everyone's muscle tensed, as if they were unsure if he would do anything… Stupid.
But Demyx merely lifted his hands and brushed off the access dirt on his jean-like pants. That was all. Lifting his cranium up again, he looked to them.
"We asked you what you were doing here," Sora said, locking glances with the enemy. Demyx broke the locking glare with a roll of his green eyes, lowering his head and holding it in his hands as it shook from side to side. In an instant, the adolescent lifted it again, looking to the Keyblade Master.
"I told you, I wasn't looking for trouble!" He replied, quite loudly, and with a tone of irritation weaved into his syllables. Sora lowered his Keyblade as Donald jumped up and whispered "He could be lying" in his ear. The topaz-eyed teenager lowered, whispering back, "I'm not so sure," before lifting back up again, looking back to Demyx.
"Can you at least tell us why you're… Our age?" The Keyblade carrier asked, raising a brow and straightening up. Night was slowly approaching, and the small chirps of flying birds about them were dimming down their songs for the night. A large, piercing whistle went off in the distance, followed by a lot of crank and huffing noises as the last train to downtown went off. Pence looked at the train station before turning back to them. There went their beach day.
Demyx snorted, giving them a glare. "Now why would I tell you that?" His regular twitch of a smirk appeared on his thin lips as Sora shook his head in impatience.
"We can't just stay here all day," Olette spoke up for the first time. "It's getting dark out." With this statement, everyone's gazes shifted to the sky before returning to the trapped Demyx.
"Then what do we do?" Goofy piped up, and everyone was soon in thought. What would they do with Demyx? Hide him in a box?
But the water manipulator just stood there, looking at all of them. But as he was about ready to try and break a run for it, Hayner spoke up. "Hey, what about our hang-out? There's a place where we used to keep our secret cache of stuff… It has a make-shift door and everything." Pence and Olette nodded, finishing off the statement. Goofy, Sora, and Donald looked to each other, and with an un-said agreement, they nodded.
"Sounds good," The brunette said. Demyx's pupils had completely narrowed, and he was staring at all of them with an anxious countenance.
"So you're gonna keep me locked up?" He blurted. "But I didn't even do anything!" They all looked at him, and Sora took a step forward until they were only an inch or two away from each other's faces. "Think about your last statement again – You did do something, Demyx."
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Hayner locked the door behind him as he shoved their captive inside, making sure that the make-shift door would hold tight during the night. Someone would have to take shifts guarding him, however – No one could ever trust an Organization member.
The "gang" leader turned to the others, who were sitting around on the many sitting areas around the hang-out. "Ok, he's all set." The blonde said with a very small nod, walking over and taking a good look at the door. "It should hold him."
Sora nodded. "Hopefully." He looked to the door with a smirk. "And his girlfriend Larxene won't be able to save him." There was a muffle inside the door before a loud shout was emitted into the darkening night.
"SHE ISN'T MY GIRLFRIEND!"
Donald and Sora chuckled to themselves as if they had a small inside joke. The others shrugged and began talking to one another, agreeing that Hayner himself would be the first guard for the trapped adolescent, and the next one would be Sora, Pence, Donald, etc. Everyone was allowed to leave until their shift was up, now.
Sora walked over to Hayner, who was sitting right next to the door. He could already hear Demyx's curses and mumbling as he neared the "jail cell".
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" The spiky brunette asked, glancing up to the door before resting his gaze on the dirt blonde. Hayner waved his hand.
"Man, I'll be fine!" He insisted. "Just watch out for Seifer - His gang likes to stalk around at night." There was a roll of his eyes before hands lifted, pushing Sora away and out of the curtain.
Smiling slightly to himself, the Keyblade Wielder looked around. Night was now consuming them, and the moon was bright in the blackening sky. The stars, twinkling in the ebony darkness, made a spectacle above their heads, like a free Broadway show right above them.
Catching up to the others, each of their different varieties of footsteps echoed into the still night, creating a small orchestra of sound.
"I hope everything will go alright," Olette said, peeking over her shoulder at the hide-out, which grew smaller and smaller as the distance between them lengthened with every step. Pence nodded his head. "He'll be fine. It's Hayner, remember?"
They walked in silence for a moment. Sora, however, had a very active and jumbled mind. How could Demyx be their age? It didn't make sense, and he refused to say anything about it. How was he alive, too? Didn't they finish him off when he was lurking around Hollow Bastion?
Was Organization XIII up to something again?
Or was something just… Happening?
It was so odd – Demyx being fifteen, or sixteen – Whatever age he was. But, what about the others they had defeated? Marluxia, Larxene… Were they still around, too? Were they as old as Demyx now, or older?
He shook everything out of his mind – It was too confusing to think of it all in one night. With a good-bye as they parted into separate rooms, the three fighters left to their rooms, turning in for the night.
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Topaz eyes shot open as realization shot through his veins. It was his time to watch over Demyx. Torso tightening and lifting, arms propped him up into a comfortable position, letting the sleep slip slowly away from him. Rubbing his drooping eyes, Sora lifted from the bed, changing quickly into normal clothing, and opening the door and shutting it behind him, making sure not to wake Goofy and Donald in the making.
Soon, he exited the building, making his way towards the hang-out of Hayner, Olette, and Pence. Arms were held behind his head, cranium lying on it as he continued his gait, not bothering to take side-tracks.
A couple of running footsteps caught his attention, and arms were dropped to his sides. The tips of his fingers tingled anxiously, ready to summon his Keyblade if it was needed. The figures rounded the corner, seemingly coming from the direction of the hang-out. But what they were running from, Sora didn't know.
But he soon found out who the foursome were. Seifer ran blindly in the lead, followed by the rest of his gang behind him. Their faces, or at least their leader's, was that expression of shock, fright, and nervousness piled into one countenance, and if Sora hadn't moved out of the way, he would've probably been run over.
"Move it!" Seifer yelled as they continued sprinting away, not bothering to look over his shoulder. The topaz-eyed adolescent watched them, then back to the direction of the hang-out. "T-there's bad things happening up there, man!" The larger and buff person of the gang said as they sprinted off into the night, dissolving into the darkness of midnight.
Pupils narrowing, Sora immediately and without thought began running toward the hang-out of his three friends at full-throttle. Small, short pants emitted from his mouth as the spiky-haired brunette ran, never stopping, and never slowing down.
And for what seemed an eternity, the hide-out was in sight. Sora stopped. The curtain was billowing open, and readying himself for anything that would be inside, he ran in, stopping abruptly as he saw Hayner sprawled against the ground, blood dripping down his left arm and forehead. The door that held Demyx in was open wide, and no sight of the water manipulator could be seen.
He ran over to the fallen and unconscious adolescent on the ground, kneeling down and trying to see if he was ok. "Hayner! Hayner, can you hear me?" Sora said loudly. "Are you ok?" The blonde emitted a groan, conscious returning from the sudden shouts.
"W-what happened?" He stuttered as Sora moved a few inches away. He lifted his torso up, lifting his good arm and rubbing his hair. Glancing toward the blood, he looked to Sora.
"Demyx… He got away…" The "gang" leader groaned, head swiveled behind his shoulder and looking towards the door. Gaze shifted back to Sora. "All I remember was some girl coming in… Attacked me…" Hayner managed to say, looking down in shame. "It's my fault, I'm such an idiot."
Sora shook his head, putting a hand on his slightly-revived friend. "It wasn't your fault. It could've happened to anyone." The blonde shook his head vigorously, looking straight at the spiky-haired adolescent.
"The girl, she had blonde hair…" And with that, his eyes rolled into the back of their sockets and he fell unconscious to the floor, alone with Sora and a mystery.
"Blonde hair…" The adolescent murmured to himself, looking over Hayner's wounds as he lay unconscious. A girl with blonde hair… Who was familiar who had blonde hair?
And suddenly, it came to him. Oh, god.
