Me: Lol..I like fell asleep, and I can't really go to sleep for school tomorrow, 'cause you know, I just took a four hour nap. :

Disclaimer: As much as it breaks me to say this, I don't own KH. D: I DO HOWEVER REALIZE THAT THESE DANGOS ARE INFACT MINE! :DDDDD

Warning: Meeeeh, this chapter has weird stuff, like 'demons'. And Marluxia. Oh god, Marluxia...

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We were running, I know that much, my revolver still in my hand. Zexion's book at his side, and Demyx's...sitar? Whatever. But, apparently things like this happened often because Demyx and Zexion ran towards the place where I think Roxas was headed like they've done it a million times. Poor kid.

We ended up being at a dark alley, covered with black goo. This was starting to freak me out.

There was Roxas, sitting in the far corner, with cuts all over him, and dead blue eyes. It seemed as if something were controlling him, the way he moved was as if he were a puppet, and someone was playing with his strings.

He slowly got up, and walked towards me, grabbing out what seemed to be a needl- oh god.

It was drugs.

Us policeman are trained to know what drugs are, apparently, this one had the following:

Really sharp needle.

Green liquid.

Therefore, it was probably...something I have never seen before.

He was getting uncomfortably close that is until we heard the sound of sirens grow louder from behind us, several policeman surrounded Roxas, scowling at his innocent facade, and mumbling curses under their breath.

"Demyx, block the guards." Called a monotone voice. Strange, we're hearing voices now.

The dirty blonde nodded heading towards the front and started to ruin the entire seriousness of the scene. He danced. Gayly. Even Possesed Roxas seem to feel a little akwarded out.

That was until he passed out.

Yeah, that was kind of strange.

I was the first one to get to the boy of course, because I'm a fast runner, (A.N: Because you want to get in his pants. :D) and all. And surprisingly I caught him, now time to get out of this mess. I wonder how. How, you may ask? Psh. When in doubt.

Pepperspray 'em out.

That was...fun? We were back at the apartment, since we all decided it would be a horrible idea to take Roxas to the hospital if the police were after him. Crap, I might have to quit my job for the boy, not that I would...or anything. But, honestly I need to know what he did so I can figure out what I am supposed to do.

I have to admit, he is kind of cute when he is sleeping. Wait, not to sound pedobearish or anything, of course! I don't think of Roxas like that, I am just a nineteen year old man, with a weird job, and horrible parents.

All of a sudden I got kicked in the back hard, enough to make me fall down on Roxas, until I realized...

I was kissing him.

GODAMNIT DEMYX!

You're on my pepperspray list, you retard!

Me: Ooooo, fluff. Just for you reviewers. Just for you.