Chapter Six: Party, drunk people, and hate?

"Yay we are gonna go!" The dirty blond yells in excitement. As he throws a pancake to the wall. "Dem lets try not to destroy this house thats why we need to fix everything first then-" For some reason there was a bat coming out of the small chimney that looked like it has not been used for decades.

"Dem?" The dirty blond was not there in the living room seeing that he had no business in the what so ever. "He eats his pancakes happily with no worries in the world well except...

"Zexion?" Demyx said in a serious tone. The gothic teen brought his whole attention to the water addict. "What if more people that know me like Marluxia and Larxene are there and are happy to see me but then what if they want me to go back or..."

There was only silence for a brief moment in the bedroom. "Now Demyx, even if you want to go it is your choice if you want to stay o go, if you don't want to go they can't make you. Right now you are an adult. And you are free to make your own choice dirty blond smiled but that smile didn't last very long as soon as he started to think again.

"But-but Zeky what, what if like I want to go back but then I-" The night teen knew what his best friend was trying to tell him.

There was another knock on the front door but this time it didn't sound like Marly would hurt such a sweet door.

Zexion left the room once more to see who and why the person was their and breaking down the new front door. As the blunnett opened the door there was a man, he looked like he was british or an english it was hard to tell. His hair was light blond almost the same color as Demyx's hair. 'surly this can not be his father they don't look alike.' Zexion mentally slapped himself. 'You fool don't jump tp conclusions.'

"Hello." Zexion said rather dully. The man nodded as a greeting.

"Tell me," He said. "Does a young man named Demyx live here?" Zexion nodded. "What might be your purpose here sir?" the British man said nothing. "May I have a word with Demyx please?" The man asked but in a different form.

"What is your purpose here sir?" Zexion repeated the question for the second and last time.

"I am Demyx's uncle Lord Luxord Collens, I own all most of the land in this area."one of Zexion's eyebrow's raised up in suspicion.

"Wait here a moment sir." He said closing the door and getting the dirty blond. "Dem?" Zexion asked rather curiously.

"Hu."

"Do you know anyone with the name Luxord Collens?" As the dirty blond heared the whole name he had rushed to the door.

"Hello Demyx." The brithish man said as he knew that he would come and open the door but the door was not yet open. "Uncle!" he said under his breath. The pail teen looked at Demyx as he cluttched up his fists. 'Why is he here, he has had time to look for me and now in my life is not the time.' Demyx took a deep breath as he slowly opened the door.

"How are you my boy I have been looking for you in ages."