I'm taking a small break from Sleepless. I wanted to start work on a fic that starred the Organization members, and this is what I got. Beware, Demyx likes to jump tracks while thinking.

Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once. I own a copy of Kingdom Hearts 2, not the company. I wouldn't be posting at a fan site if I did. And besides, do you really think I could be Nomura-san?

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Demyx was dead. Maybe.

You had to be alive to die, right? And Nobodies weren't alive. They weren't dead either. They just were. Grey blips in a black-and-white world, perceived as a threat from both sides. It was no wonder that the remains of those attacked by the Heartless would band together and try to lead an existence, even if they weren't supposed to exist in the first place

Of course, there had been stronger and weaker Nobodies. The strongest, those with the residual appearance and memories of their past lives, had banded together to lead the weaker creatures. At their peak they had been called Organization XIII, a motley group made up of the original six Nobodies and seven neophytes in the order that they had joined. Demyx was number Nine. The Melodious Nocturne.

The weakest fighter.

He had met his demise by another member's "other", a term he himself had come up with. It was simply the whole that all Nobodies sought, their missing heart. Most had no hope of ever finding their heart. The "other" that had killed him had belonged to the thirteenth member, Roxas, though Demyx couldn't quite remember his name. So he was just Roxas' "other". And he had been killed by him.

He told them they were sending the wrong guy. But they hadn't listened, and so here he was. Dead. Finished. Dissolved into darkness.

Maybe.

Because, he reasoned, if he was dead and gone, then he wouldn't be able to still reason why he was still reasoning. All the Nobodies had supposed that when they died, they would just disappear because they weren't supposed to exist in the first place. Now Demyx guessed that wasn't true, as he was still here, wherever here was. Although he wasn't too sure if he was all there, as it was pitch black. So dark that he couldn't even see his own body. Part of him even suspected that he didn't have a body, although the question of "if he didn't have a body then what was thinking" made him get confused in four different ways. So he contented himself with wandering aimlessly through the blackness, though he may not be moving at all as there was nothing to mark his progress, no wind against his skin or ground under his feet.

If this was the darkness where Heartless came from, then Demyx couldn't really blame them for going to other worlds. This place was boring. And if it wasn't the Dark Realm but was in fact Hell, well, then Hell was overrated. Of course it could just be a personal Hell, which made even less sense. Demyx figured that his personal Hell would be being tone deaf at a concert. Or eternally being beat on by Axel. Or being forced to watch Vexen streak and ass-rape him. Yeah, that would be it. Ass-rapage by Vexen. Not some big dark inky blackness marauding as Hell.

During his inner musing, Demyx had failed to notice the bright dot that appeared on the supposed horizon. By the time he realized it was there, it had grown large enough to see that it was a large, pink and orange neon sign. As he went the same speed no matter if he thought he was going faster or not, he contented himself with staring at the large words that were mysteriously unreadable until he was almost under them.

Welcome to Hell!

Alright, if that was the door to Hell, then where had he spent the last few whenevers of his nonexistence?

Any further train of thought was cut off as he got the sensation of being pushed under the sign out of the inky blackness and into impenetrable darkness.

Joy.

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"Ow…"

The first thing Demyx realized when he awoke was that his head hurt. The second thing was that he actually had a head, and arms, and a torso that was laying on what felt like some very uncomfortable rocks. This wouldn't be confirmed until he opened his eyes. He did this, and then immediately shut them as the light assailed his senses. Even the dim glow of wherever was too bright for his nonexistent eyes after his stay in the inky blackness. Now he knew why that silver-haired kid that Roxas had fought had worn a blindfold. And here Demyx thought it was just a retarded fashion statement gone stupid.

While he waited for his eyes to adjust to being nonexistent again, he listened to the sounds of wherever he was now. And it wasn't like there were many to chose from. A little far-off screaming, a little moaning, and something very faint that sounded like elevator music. It was Hell after all. He gradually cracked one eye open and when he wasn't sent screaming in agony from the light, opened it and the other one fully. Now he could see just exactly where he was and what he was sitting on that was making his butt go numb.

He was sitting on some rocks near the top of a large, dimly lit cave with a gooey purple river running through it. There was a huge door with green squiggles on it to his right and another with blue squiggles across the room. There also appeared to be a brightly shining gateway that just screamed "gay-ass hero" leading off into who knows where, and a glowing green puddle in the middle of the room. Oh yeah, and the rocks were blue. Gay blue rocks. And lots of gay blue rock dust. Demyx sneezed as he stood up and brushed the gay blue dust off of the back of his pants, almost cracking his skull on a rock sticking out of the ceiling. The place seemed familiar, but he just couldn't quite remember where he had seen it…the musician shrugged and jumped down to a lower rock and closer to the cave floor. Well, tried to jump down to a lower rock.

At least he made it to the cave floor.

So now he was laying on some gay blue rocks, covered in gay blue rock dust, his arm in a probably radioactive puddle, and his nasal bone possibly shoved up into his nonexistent frontal lobe. Yeah, this was an exciting Hell. About the only torturous part so far had been the cheesy elevator music playing from who knows where. It was at boring points like these that Demyx actually missed being in Castle Oblivion. At least there he had his own room and other people to annoy. This place was just…empty. And full of rocks. Gay blue rocks.

He really needed to stop accusing the rocks of being homosexual.

He sat up with a groan and, after making sure it wasn't radioactive, brushed the water off his arm and checked his nose. After finding nothing broken, he glanced back and forth at the two doors. The green door was closer, so he shrugged and walked over to it. The huge stone slabs swung easily, and he pushed one open without any problems and stuck his head inside.

The interior of the smaller cave was lit with a dull red glow that emanated from what appeared to be a fiery lake in the center of the room. Demyx almost expected to see Axel streaking around nearby, but the only thing in the room besides the lake was what appeared to be a lifeguard stand. There was somebody sitting on the stand, and Demyx assumed that he was the "lifeguard", though why you would be guarding life in Hell was a mystery to him. The person was dressed in a blue shirt with palm tree designs and cargo shorts. He appeared to be slightly red in color, and the sunhat on his head was tilted back slightly to expose his horns. He didn't wear any sandals, as Demyx suspected that they wouldn't have fit on his cloven hooves. A long pointy tail stuck out the back of his shorts. Demyx stared for a second before slowly backing out of the cave and shutting the door.

So now he was back in the blue cave. There was still the blue door and the gay Gateway to Light to explore, but the blonde didn't feel like doing that right now. Actually he felt tired. That was confusing as he had assumed that the dead didn't need to sleep, and as he was in Hell he figured that his nonexistent little ass had died. But that didn't seem to be the case, and it made him wonder if the other Organization members had also been floating around the inky blackness and spit out. If that was true then Demyx wasn't to keen on hanging around in Hell and waiting for Marluxia or Axel to show up. There was a price to pay for being the weakest out of a group of heartless beings. But right now he was tired, dead tired, so the idea of the added strain of opening a door to the Darkness wasn't too appealing. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he could still open a portal while dead. He didn't feel like testing the theory now, though.

Demyx wandered over next to the glowing green puddle and sat down cross-legged. It was either that, or sit next to the gooey purple sludgy-thing that thought it was a river. At least the puddle was prettier. He yawned widely and flopped backwards, stretching his legs out and turning over onto his side. He'd deal with all the important shit when he woke up.

Which was much sooner than he liked.

Something scraped the ground nearby and Demyx ignored it, figuring it was probably a lost soul or the lifeguard from earlier. What he couldn't ignore, though, was the hard blunt object that suddenly came crashing into his left eyelid. The startled musician let out a yell, instinctively flailing his arm in the general direction of his left where it connected with something slightly soft. A muffled grunt came from whatever he had hit and he used this momentary break to put some distance between him and the person.

"Demyx."

Demyx froze as he heard his name. Sitting in the middle of the glowing green pool, he turned his head slightly to see behind him and check if the speaker was really who it sounded like. A big, idiotic grin broke out on the blonde's face as he scooted, no bounced around so that he was facing the only person that had ever poked him in the eye to wake in up in the mornings.

"Zexion!"

The Nobody was crouched over where Demyx had been laying, a smirk on his face. He looked just as the musician remembered him with one exception; his eyes were closed. The skin around them also looked a little raw, like he had gotten splashed with a weak chemical or something. Yes, that was something Demyx had first-hand experience of, and there was a scar across his left shoulder to prove it. It also made the point not to annoy Vexen while the alchemist was at work. Demyx scooted a few feet forwards and closer to his silver-haired comrade as his boots were slowly being filled with glowing green water. Not like he had anything against the water; it was weird. And it wasn't a good idea to mess with weird things. Like Axel's hair for example. Now how many gel-bottles did he mercilessly slaughter on a daily basis?

"Zexy, how's it been? What happened to your eyes?" The blonde man asked energetically, relieved that he had been found by one of the few Organization members that didn't enjoy beating the shit out of him on sight. At least, didn't expressly enjoy it. The older male's eyebrows narrowed into what was a glare if his eyes were open and he waved a hand in Demyx's general direction.

"Don't call me Zexy." Silence. Zexion sighed. "I can't open my eyes because the light hurts them."

"Oh!" Demyx exclaimed. "That thing! Yeah, it happened to me too. It goes away after a while." Zexion suppressed an urge to hit the younger man.

"So what am I supposed to do until then?" He asked. There was a pause as Demyx thought for a bit. The image of Riku floated up into his brain and he grinned at a sudden idea. Wordlessly he ripped a strip of fabric from the bottom of his hoodie and leaned in real close to Zexion. Before Zexion could react, Demyx had tied the makeshift bandana around the other's eyes and sat back again, a pleased look on his face. He could see his the silver-haired man open his eyes under the blindfold and move them around. "What…the hell?"

"Got the idea from that weird kid that liked to jump Roxas," Demyx beamed. Due to the fibers of the cloth, Zexion could see though it without too much light being let in and hurting his eyes. He looked around the large cavern until a slight ripping noise attracted his attention and he turned back to see that Demyx had pulled another piece of cloth off his hoodie and had tied it across his forehead like a headband. Zexion rolled his eyes.

"That looks stupid on you." Demyx ignored him.

"What do we do now?" The older man bowed his head and thought on Demyx's question. What were they going to do? Zexion was pretty sure that the Superior had been defeated, along with all of the other Organization members. What it didn't explain was why he and Demyx were 'alive' and in a different world. First things first, though.

"We find the Superior," he said softly. "He'll know what to do from there."

"And if he's not alive?"

Zexion glanced up at the blonde. "We'll just have to assume that because we still exist, then so does he. First we need to leave this world." Demyx wrinkled his nose and stood up.

"Good. The gay blue rocks and gay blue rock dust is getting on my nerves," he said. Zexion suppressed a laugh and also stood.

"We can go out that way," He looked in the direction that Demyx was pointing. It seemed to be a kind of staircase leading up into a lot of bright light. The same wrinkle appeared on Demyx's nose again. "Even though it looks just as gay as this place."

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Wow, that was pretty decent. Alright folks, next time we head to the Coliseum and find another Organization member.

R & R! Yoroshiku, guys!