This is a really short chapter, but really it didn't fit any other chapters and it was pretty stand-alone, so I clipped it from its original piece. Travelling songs... Demyx is somewhat reluctant to recount his past because it's still pretty close and he doesn't like to think about it.

He can be vindictive.

Worst of all, he can be the antihesis of nice at times, and he tries to hide that part of himself. He really does a good job of it too...

Also, tonight I just want to send up some prayers for the kids that were wounded and who died at Virginia Tech this morning... God rest your souls.

EDIT!

Y'all should know by now ;) Go thank Mousewolf. Without her, this story most likely would have gotten scrapped long ago. She kept the toxins of inspiration flowing to me when I lost out to the air.

::: Headlights on Dark Roads :::

Axel and Demyx decided to take turns driving the 'Vette through the night, and Axel had volunteered for the first shift, loving the feeling that he was riding a nuclear warhead. Demyx slumped in his seat, sipping a Redbull moodily. He hadn't said more than two syllables at once in the past hour and a half, and Axel was really starting to worry about the younger man. He was never this quiet. Ever.

"You okay, kid?"

Demyx shifted a little, and then casually turned up the music, ignoring the redhead completely.

Axel sighed and returned his eyes to the road.

Demyx started singing.

"If only the crying could heal
I'd sell my left arm to buy passion
If only apologies worked
Well I could find some reasons
Why maybe you wouldn't be
So ill, so, ill, sorry your souls
so fucking shallow
it's creeping outside, outside of its hole
it's trying to see, say it
fake this reality."

He smiled viciously, lifting his slightly more than mediocre voice to blend with the song. He could sing a mean harmony, without a doubt. Even better, he could actually scream well enough to match most of these sorts of songs.

Axel reached up and turned off the radio as soon as the song ended. Demyx, disappointed, slumped back into the red leather.

"What's up with you?"

"That's my line, sweetie."

Demyx shifted nervously again and reached up for the radio dial. Axel promptly batted his hand away.

"Fine," Demyx sighed, "I'll tell you everything."

"Everything?"

"It's a good story at least… Marko told me I should publish it."

"You told Marko, and you neglected me?"

"Of course I told Marko!" Demyx grumbled, sounding offended, "He wanted to know why I am the way I am. I told him 'cause he asked."

"Alright… then tell me your story."

He sighed, stretched and made himself as comfortable as he possibly could.

"Well… it all starts with a stupid little mistake…"