so... sorry for the wait. but... i just started this thing called college and it's kinda hard to focus. lol. anyway, i also got EXTREMELY sidetracked because i learned that one of my favorite bands "broke up." and i'll probably never live this down, but this happened 3 years ago. and i just found out. and i'm taking this kinda hard. Evans Blue. the lead singer left in 2007 and well... created this new band which, i'm sure you guys have heard of, called Parabelle. and i never listened to parabelle and had NO IDEA it was the ex-singer of Evans Blue. WHAAAAT? this is pretty hard for me, guys. and now i learned that one of my favorite songs by Evans Blue was actually a Parabelle song... AWKWARD! i still listen to old evans blue and now i listen to parabelle... so kinda weird. and, for the record, i don't know if i like the new evans blue or not.

omg. this is hard. :/

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I tried to remember what
life was like without you
but it never seems
to let me forget.
And will you wait on the edge?
And will you wait for me to catch you?
Through no faults of your own
you're bleeding.
Do you remember what you want?
I'm so alone.
With loss and doubts of my own
You need me.
And I will be here when you want.

Reassembling the Icons – by Parabelle

Chapter 6

Forgotten

Roam looked up at the sky and let out a slow sigh. It was a difficult task. At least, for him it was. The instructions were easy enough. "Stay with Pleo," was all they told him. Easier said than done.

Why had they picked him for this? Jane was better at this sort of thing. Jane could talk to people. And even though Jane was small and petite, she could handle herself. She could have protected Pleo and held a conversation. Him? No. He wasn't good at talking to people.

"So," he glanced at her, struggling to end the awkward silence, "They always leave you behind like this?"

Pleo was taken aback, "Leave me behind?"

"Yeah," he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, "I mean, everyone went to different worlds to recruit people. And yet they didn't even consider sending you somewhere."

Pleo gave him a look, "They don't leave me behind."

"You sure about that?" he sent her a sideways glance, "Everyone has something to do, some kind of responsibility. Except you."

"Yeah," she scoffed, "I don't have any responsibilities."

Pleo struggled to stay calm. She reminded herself that Roam didn't know about her last adventure, who she was, or what exactly was going on.

"You think otherwise?" he countered, "I don't see you doing anything. I mean, they made me stay with you. You aren't doing anything and you need someone to constantly watch over you."

Pleo's eyes narrowed, "Watch over me? Is that what you think you're doing?"

Roam rolled his eyes, "Why else would they make us stay here? I'm a good soldier. And my instructions were to stay with you. Obviously you need to be protected."

"I don't need to be protected," Pleo told him bitterly.

He laughed.

Pleo jumped off the bench and started walking away, "I don't need you, you know."

Roam stood and followed behind her, "Sure you don't."

Without warning, Pleo summoned her staff. She jumped back so she was beside Roam and then swung the staff hard into his stomach. He hunched over immediately, his stomach heaved.

"I don't need you to protect me," she told him in a hard voice, "I've made it seventeen years without you, I think I can survive until my friends get back."

She began walking away quickly.

Roam shoved himself to his feet and scrambled after her, "My orders were to stay with you."

"Leave me alone!"

A large beam of light struck back and pushed Roam away. He stumbled backwards and Pleo kept walking. This time, the light crated a barrier, forbidding Roam from walking behind her.

Stupid. Idiot. He had one order. One. Stay with Pleo, that was it. But here he was, sitting on his ass while she storms off because he apparently insulted her. What had he done wrong? He just stated the obvious. Did she really not see that's what they were doing?

They didn't need her! Why else would they leave her behind with him as her body guard? That's what he was, right?

He found his way back to the Merlin's house. He figured whenever she did calm down, that's where she'd come back to. Not that he particularly minded if she didn't come back at all. If she wanted to think she could take care of herself, then fine. Let her take care of herself.

Roam couldn't help feeling like this was pointless. He was a soldier. He was meant to fight, not stay back and babysit. He reminded himself that now they were recruiting, not fighting. But that would be better than being stuck in this rinky-dink town with a girl who didn't listen to him.

Most girls saw his armor and then listened to him without hesitation. Even Jane listened to him. He never met a girl who didn't listen to him.

And he didn't like it.

Pleo stormed forward toward the waterfalls. She had never really gone out looking for trouble, but now she didn't care. She just wanted to hit something. Maybe it was something she had picked up from Bruixe. But Maybe not.

She leapt on the blue platforms until she came to the old castle entrance. The Castle had been closed off for years—Yuffie had told her earlier—and they didn't suggest poking around in there. However, Yuffie actually knew Pleo and didn't tell her it was off limits or that Pleo wouldn't be able to handle it on her own.

Pleo ran through the two stone pillars and jumped into the brass transportation car. She was amazed the cart still worked. Ever since they restored Radiant Garden to it's prime condition the castle got little to no usage. She always did want to fix this place up but apparently the Restoration Committee either didn't intend to put the building to use or hadn't gotten the time to fix it up yet. She guessed the latter.

When the car reached the top, she went straight for the large door etched with that looked like tree branches. A few small heartless appeared but they didn't come toward her. She moved toward them and they moved away, which had never happened. She continued through the door, trying to push away the fact that she may not be able to take out her anger on heartless. Once in the next room she sat down on the edge of the fountain. She hugged her feet to her chest with one arm and controlled the water with the other. She slowly made waves in the fountain, pushing the water back and forth.

Pleo heard a sharp whooshing sound and then a cloaked figure stepped out of a portal. The figure was tall and skinny and stepped out of the portal at awkward intervals. She glanced over the figure, taking in the way the cloak fell. She knew the shape, but not the gestures. He walked without direction, moving aimlessly around the room but somehow closer to her. He staggered toward her, then away again. He tilted his head back and forth before taking uneven steps forward. She stood up slowly and he staggered away. He fell against the wall and barely caught himself.

"Why is your hood up?" she asked in a clear voice. She knew that cloaked figure. She knew him almost as well as she knew herself. It was him. It had to be him. There was a long pause and he still hadn't spoken so she spoke again, "I know it's you. Demyx… Why won't you talk to me?"

He walked toward her. His gaze invisible, lost in the shroud of his hood, but she could tell he was fixated on her. She felt tense, like something wasn't right. Something was different, awkward. But it was him so she wasn't afraid.

"This…" a voice, slow and tired, said as he pointed to her necklace, "Is mine."

She grabbed the necklace, holding the small metal sitar in her palm, and nodded.

"Why?" he asked, in the same tired voice, "Do you have it?"

She titled her head slightly, "You gave it to me."

"But," he put down his hood, revealing his familiar spiked blond hair, "I don't know you."

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