Notes from Me to You: I'd like to say thank you to MissEcoFreakTheDarkPrecursor for the review! Thank you so much! I'd also like to thank my friend TheZeroSystem for reading my fics through before I post them and for all the encouragement!

Same notes that I wrote in the first chapter apply here, I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Square does... and so on...
And with that, I'll let you read the chapter...


And so poor Roxas will not get his much needed sleep this night. Rudely ripped from the arms of his dream world and thrust into helping to bring about suffering to the castle's inhabitants. So who will be the first victim on Axel's List?


Chapter 2: Demyx and the Demon Sitar

Gentle notes filled the air with a wordless lullaby, it was a beautiful yet sad tune plucked from the strings of an oversized guitar or maybe it was a sitar. Whatever the strange instrument, its master truly knew how to work the magic of song across its stings.

The notes slowed, and then there was a strange 'twang' noise as it stopped all together. The figure that sat on the stool in the middle of the room remained still, hunched over the instrument. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he leaned over and picked up a pen, scratching notes across a paper on the little table next to him. He surveyed his marks, tilting his head slightly. Soon a smile crossed his face before he began to hum the tune he had just played, he leaned back running his hand through his blond hair trailing back to the long tail that had fallen over his shoulder. He then strummed the instrument in tune with his gentle, quiet humming.

A loud creaking noise startled the musician from his thoughts, the music halted suddenly as the blond straitened and stared at the door to his room, wide eyed and straining to hear like a cat that had seen something invisible pass by.

The sound came again, eerily creaking. Like something was trying to sneak up in the darkness outside the room. He slowly set the sitar down, stealthfully sneaking across the room toward his bathroom door, eyes locked on the opposite door that led to the hallway outside. He quickly disappeared into the safety of his white tiled ducky themed bathroom.

The door creaked open as Axel and Roxas quickly slipped inside, Axel snatched up the Sitar and pulled a small black box from his pocket and taped it to the back of the instrument before he quietly leaned it back against the stool once more. He then turned and left as quickly as he had entered, grabbing Roxas by his PJ's collar on the way and dragging him back out.

"Why Demyx? YOU ALWAYS nail him... One of these days the guy's going to have some sort of mental break down and go all psychotic and kill us all in our sleep... because of you!" Roxas hissed and shoved Axel, forcing him to relinquish his grasp on his short collar.

"That's because he's always doing something stupid... He must learn... and he's already psychotic... so it doesn't matter." Axel whispered as he pulled out another small black box, pulling out a long antenna attached to it and settling to a comfortable spot near the door.

Roxas eyed the suspicious looking object clutched in his friend's hand. "And what, may I ask, is that for?"

"You'll see in a minute." Axel peeked back through the open doorway over toward the bathroom. He pulled it shut until there was just a crack to see through and waited until he saw Demyx reemerge with a bat in hand.

Axel snorted, "He keeps a bat in his bathroom? What an idiot."

"Well, it's the only place where you can get cornered so why not have a weapon in there." Roxas was leaning over his friend, taking a quick peek at the scene before he slid down the wall and seated himself next to Axel.

Axel looked up and him as he did so, blinking, "Don't tell me you have a bat in your bathroom too."

"Of course not!" Roxas' voice cracked like he was disgusted, "I've got a sword on the wall above the mirror."

"WHY? You can summon keyblades out of thin air, why would you need a sword in your bathroom, ya freak?" Axel rubbed his temple like it was starting to pain him.

"WHAT?!?! It's part of the décor, and what if someday I CAN'T Summon the keyblades? What then? Huh?" Roxas snarled at Axel.

"So you'll fight off unseen evils with a mere sword you keep in your john... yeah great." Axel leaned closer, "So some time in the future when we're on the battle field somewhere and your powers crap out on you... I'll tell them to wait while you run to the bathroom."

Roxas started to open his mouth, but was cut off by a strangled squeal that was supposed to be a threat coming from Demyx's room.

"ALL RIGHT! I...uh...I know someone's there..." Demyx paused, his breath shallow and rapid, "COME OUT NOW!!!... and I won't get hurt... I mean I won't hurt you..."

"What a dork..." Roxas chuckled quietly.

Axel lifted the little black box, while holding a finger up to silence Roxas. "Oh yeah, that was intimidating..." he said into the box, his voice sounding out higher pitched like a little chipmunk through the Sitar leaning against the stool.

"DEMON SITAR!!!" Demyx screamed like a little girl, flinging the bat into the air as he ran back to the safety of the bathroom.

"What the... GET BACK OUT HERE YOU COWARD!!! I'M NOT POSSESED!!!" the Sitar commanded.

Demyx leaned his head out the bathroom door, shaking the whole time, "b..b...but... you're... not.."

"What? Not a living creature..." the sitar snorted and then laughed.

"Y..yeah... so... something's got to.." he stuttered.

"Tch... You're such an idiot... I'm here to help you, MORON..." it squeaked in anger.

"But... If you're really my Sitar..." Demyx whispered.

"Spit it out man..."

"Why are you being so mean to me!?!?!" Tears began to well up in his eyes as he started to crawl out from behind the bathroom door.

"Because... I love you.."

Roxas choked and slapped his hands over his mouth glancing at Axel out of the corner of his eye. Axel was strait faced; yet a wicked smirk was tugging at the corner of his mouth as he continued,

"Love hurts... and all that..." the sitar added.

"Uuuuh..." Demyx was starting to inch backwards into the bathroom again, slowly, like he was trying to escape an angry cobra.

"GET BACK OUT HERE!!!" the sitar barked like a small poodle

"Yes ma'am..." he jumped out of the bathroom and then started to fidget... "You're a girl right... 'Cause that last comment would be a little um... odd..."

"I'm a sitar you poor fool... Gender is not an issue here" the instrument sighed.

Demyx stared at it, fighting the urge to run.

"I'm talking to you now because you need help... BAD..." his instrument groaned.

"I do?" Demyx stood and inched a little closer.

"Yes! You poor, poor child... I mean, look at you!" it squeaked.

Demyx looked behind him, and then down at his toes like he was looking for someone. "Uuuh"

"I've been with you for... years... and look at you! I just can't stay quiet anymore... I mean, how in the world do you even take care of yourself! You're such a baby!"

"I am not!" Demyx protested, coming a little closer.

"Just now, you heard something and ran to the bathroom to get a bat! WHY!?!?!"

He scuffed his foot on the ground while he hung his head in shame. "So I could pummel anything that was trying to get..." The Sitar suddenly cut him off.

"But why!?!?! You control water, man! Why didn't you just hang on to me and attack with water!!!" the sitar cried.

Demyx jerked his head up, looking shocked, "oh yeah.."

"Oh for the love of heartless... COME HERE... SIT!" it barked again.

Demyx obeyed running up and plunking down like an obedient pup. "Yes!"

"From now on... I want you to think things through. When something like that happens... stop... and listen..." the sitar fell silent.

"What am I listening for?" Demyx whispered.

"Your brain... every one has one... you should actually use it sometimes."

Demyx's glared at the Sitar, "I don't think you really care! You're just being mean to me."

"You're like a poor child. And children must be taught in words that they can understand, now listen. When danger comes… you… will..."

"Run." Demyx half snorted half chuckled.

"STAY AND FIGHT!!! With your Element!!! GOT IT MEMORIZED?!?"

Demyx fell blank, his blue eyes wide as his mind registered the words he had just heard. He simply sat staring at his beloved, yet strangely cruel sitar as shock slowly crept across his face.

Roxas jerked and hissed at Axel, "YOU IDIOT!!! He knows!!!"

Axel placed a hand over the radio, "what? What'd I say?"

All Roxas could do was groan and let his head fall into his hands in defeat.

Meanwhile back in the room, the shock finally wore off Demyx. In a flurry of black leather whipping about him he was swiftly attached to the ceiling light that hung above them in the middle of the room. "YOU ATE AXEL!!!! AND NOW YOU WANNA EAT ME!!! That's why you wanted me to come closer!!!" he started to cry like a little girl again.

Axel turned his gaze from Roxas and stared back through the crack in the door while Roxas just sat dazed at the stupidity that had just unfolded before them. Axel finally cracked, laughing uncontrollably as the sitar did the same.

"YES FOOL!!! I ATE HIM!!! And I'll do the same to YOU if you do not OBEY ME!!!" The sitar roared like the small mouse that thought it was a mighty lion.

"I'll do anything just don't eat me!" Demyx sobbed as he hugged the lamp chain tighter.

Silence filled the room as Demyx snuffled, inching up the chain a little. But soon the Sitar broke the silence, "Uuuuh you know that cheesecake in the fridge downstairs?"

"You mean Saix's cheesecake that no one is allowed to touch under penalty of loss of one's left hand or decapitation?" Demyx peered over his shoulder down at the blue demon.

"Yeah that one... Bring it to me... I'm hungry..."

"Yes Ma'am..." Demyx dropped to the floor and ran a few steps toward the door for safety, before he turned to face the evil musical instrument he once loved. "If I bring you the cheesecake will you promise not to eat me… or anybody else?"

"I'm not making any promises… but I may consider it…" The sitar cooed.

Axel and Roxas scurried round the corner and watched from the dark shadows as Demyx ran, stumbling through the doorway after he had struck the deal with his Sitar. He almost fell down the stairs at the end of the hallway in his rush to do the instrument's bidding.

"He's going to risk Siax's Berserker rage over your stupid joke, aren't you ashamed?" Roxas glared at his friend kneeling next to him.

"Naaaah, that's so cool... and I wanted that cheesecake." Axel chuckled quietly.

"You have no shame do you?" Roxas snorted again.

"Nope! Shall we move on for a bit?" Axel grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Lead on, o evil mastermind..." Roxas sighed as they stood and quickly disappeared into the surrounding shadows.


Poor Demyx is going to put his life on the line for a mere piece of cheesecake? What will happen? Will he be able to sate his evil Sitar's cravings only to become the main course? Or will Siax have something to say about this…

And what's this, who is this next victim on the List? This one with an affinity for all things cherry blossom…