I don't know if this will be a one shot or not. Read review no flames please. Italic is thought, and this story is told in Zexion's POV.

Words.

Word one freedom.

I turned the page of my book. I was curently sitting in Marluxia's garden reading since how his garden was the only place remotely quiet in the castle, that was until Demyx finds out where I went.

"Zexy!"

"Shit." I thought as I looked up from my book.

Sure enough the young blond Nobody was walking towards me carrying that gait sitar of his, waving like a total idiot. "Mind if I play?"

"Go ahead." I don't mind his playing even when I'm reading unless he gets to loud.

Demyx sat there playing some song as I read my book. Suddenly he sat his sitar down and got up from where he was sitting.

I arched my eyebrows wondering what on Earth he was doing expecally since he left his sill sitar behind. I soon noticed he was chasing something. "Some times I wonder is he really is 19."

He cought what ever it was that he was after and walked up to me with his hands over it.

"Yes?" I asked.

He moved some of his fingers so I could see what he had in his hand it was a butterfly.

"A butterfly?"

He smiled nodding. "I've never seen one in The World That Never was before, have you?"

"No."

"Want to hold him?"

"Sure." I held out my hand as he placed the butterfly in my hand, I watched to butterfly then let it fly away.

"Hey get back here you! I wanted to keep you!"

"Let it be free Demyx at least some one around here is."

Demyx gave me the weirdest look I've ever seen then looked on as the butterfly flew away.

"Freedom maybe that's what we all want."

"Freedom huh? Bye-bye butterfly." He said waving as the butterfly flew out of sight.

Short and kind of stupid. Read review no flames.