A/N: Kay, So A lot of people got confused by the last chapter. If you didn't know who was saying what, then you need to read when you are fully awake..d=, The last sentences clearly had 'Axel answered' Or 'Zexion muttered' After someone spoke. Another thing you got confused about is why they acted different. Its basically because, since they both realized that they dream of the other, their memories of one another shone through them. (Basically, Zexion remembered how Demyx acted in the past life, and unconsciously acted like it. The same vice versa) Thanks to all who reviewed!

Demyx POV:

I Hissed, cursed and yanked the door to Axels apartment open, almost ripping it off its hinges. I cursed loudly when I saw the lift doors close, and decided to take the stairs.

Surprisingly, I managed to reach the reception area before Zexion did. I gripped onto the desk, panting slightly. I glared when he walked straight past me, and proceeded to grab his wrist from behind.

Next second I was on the floor, Zexion holding me down with just one arm. My own arm was throbbing like hell.

"One warning, and one warning only. Grab me from behind like that again, and you'll be losing your manhood...That Is, if your balls have actually dropped..." He hissed into my ear. Using a reflex action, I kicked his arm that was gripping mine, grabbing it before he could register what was happening. Twisting it, I pushed him down onto the floor, straddling him to stop him from getting up.

"I'll have you know, my balls have dropped. Take away my manhood, and I'll shave off all your lovely hair..." I retorted. He glared up at me, and I was too caught up in his eyes to no notice his right leg lift up off the ground. He hooked his leg around my chest, shifting his weight to the left. Next thing I knew, he was on top of me.

"How about, we stop the threats, and you tell me what the fuck you want, hmm?" He asked me, eyebrow raised.

"Well, this little show has made me forget what I was about to say. I believe-"

"Cut the shit. You know what you wanted to say, so tell me..."

"Get off me, and maybe I will..." I hissed. He complied, rising to his feet and glaring at me once more. I rose to my feet at the same time, my heart racing once I realized how close our bodies where a few seconds ago.

"Go on...Speak..." He spoke.

"Well, I was thinking...Since We both seem to remember the same things, and see them through dreams, I thought we should maybe go see my therapist and-"

"Im not going to any therapist. How about, since we both recount killing each other, we check the local libraries for old newspaper articles on recent deaths?" He asked.

"I Ain't going to any library"

"Library, or I don't go at all" He answered.

"To the library!" I ran out the doors and towards my car. I got in the drivers seat, Zexion in the passenger.

"Hello, Aerith. Nice to see you again. I was wondering if you could do me a small favor?" Zexions cool voice drew the librarian in, her pale skin flushing brighter and brighter, the more Zexion spoke.

"S-sure...What Is it?"

"I need you to give me a key to the archives in the basement..I need to access a few old newspapers for a school project..." He told her. The way he spoke, it was captivating. The poor girl at the desk probably had no control over what she was doing.

"S-sure. Here you go..." She handed him a key, then smiled.

"Thank you so much Aerith. I really needed this key, so thanks again.." He winked at her, and she flushed brighter. She pointedly looked at the computer screen, trying to steady her breathing. Zexion faced me, grinned wickedly, and made his way towards a door behind a few bookshelves.

"Jesus Christ, You totally have her wrapped around your little finger..." I said to him.

"It's fairly easy really." He shrugged, inserting the key into the lock. "All you need is to put on a sexy voice, and be as fluent, calm, cordial and sweet as you can possibly be."

"Or you can have my Sexy good looks, and you're done!" I joked.

"Don't flatter yourself. I don't do vain people..."

"Kill joy" I muttered under my breath. He sent a glare towards me, and pushed open the door. The smell that hit me was horrid. It smelt of old people. I crinkled my nose.

"Oh, get over it..." Zexion hissed at me, rolling his eyes. I don't think he likes me...

"But it stinks!"

"Do yourself a favor, and shut up.." He hissed, dragging me down the stairs into the basement. He pressed a switch, and the room flooded with light. Shelves upon shelves lined the room, millions of old newspapers all placed neatly upon them. I stopped in my tracks, examining the closest shelf. I heard a low, agitated growl and a sharp tug on my arm.

"Hey!"

"If you don't shut up and follow me, I'll lock you in...And Trust me when I say, the door is soundproof, and the only way out..." He growled at me, letting go of my wrist and gripping my upper arm in a vice like grip. I felt the sparks, but didn't expect the anger that grew from the touch. Different rooms flashed in front of my eyes.

A court room. An abandoned factory. A mall full of people. A mass of mullet/Mohawk hair. Me..

I heard a gasp come from Zexion, and surpassed a gasp myself.

"What did you see?" I asked...He looked at me, confusion on his face. It was soon replaced with denial, and he shok his head.

"N-nothing....Lets Go.." He pulled me further into the room, the tension in the air growing thicker and thicker with each wasted breath. We stopped in the Middle of the room, Zexion letting go of my arm. "Check those three shelves. Don't check the older ones, as I doubt we'll find anything in them..."

"Okay..." I nodded, and walked over to the shelves. Picking up a months set of newspapers, I scanned them all.

After three hours, I had found nothing. I turned to see how Zexion was doing. He was sat crossed legged on the floor, various newspaper articles spread around him. His eyes were moving from left to right very quickly along the page, and I felt guilty for interrupting.

"Hey, look. What time is it?" I asked. He didn't look up, just told me flat out.

"Three PM. Why?"

"Holy shit! I have to get to my class otherwise my teacher will kill me, as she's really horrible and- Zexion? Are you okay?" Halfway through my sentence, Zexion had begun to get paler and paler as he searched the article. "Zexion?"

"I'd get to your class if I were you...Don't Be late..." He hissed at me. His face was deathly pale, and I left the library slightly worried for my blue haired 'acquaintance'.