Author's Note: My only plea… please don't kill me. I'm sorry for not updating in forever…

Also, in case you were wondering, I finally came out of writers' block this week…

Crimson Tears

8. Murderer

It wasn't a dream; the whole night had been real. I found that out the next morning, when I was in my dorm watching the news, and they announced the death of the blonde. Well, this was beyond disastrous.

I think I threw up my breakfast that morning.

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That first day, there was no school, and the campus was deadly silent. Most people were mourning.

Throughout the next week some very important things happened. First, there was an announced funeral to be held for… Demyx, and anyone who wished to attend were welcome. I didn't dare go. I'd seen him… lifeless. I didn't ever want to see him like that again. Why had this happened?

Secondly, the cops had decided they wouldn't start publicly investigating the murder until after the funeral. That was slightly relieving. If they had found evidence against me, I would've already been in custody.

Needless to say, for once in my life, I was afraid. No terrified. And not just because I might not make it out of my teens a free man. I was mortified by what had unfolded so suddenly. Scared that I couldn't remember what had happened to Demyx… what I had probably done to him… I cringed.

Then a thought sparked. What if, and it was unlikely, but possible, I wasn't the one who killed him? That would be wonderful. Well, at least it would save my ass.

The week after the depressing ceremony, most students began to behave semi-normally again. Marluxia actually had the nerve to be worried the cops might find out about the party while investigating.

Roxas. He out of it. The kid had started eating less, and was watching the news intensely every day, to see if the police had made any progress. I hoped not.

Zexion seemed dead. And I don't mean he was sulking around. He had literally disappeared. No one in the whole damn city had seen him for days. After a while, I was actually starting to worry that maybe the unfortunate guy had been killed too…

No. I thought to myself sternly. Don't let yourself think that. As far as you know, you're the one that bloody did it! And on the off chance there is a serial killer loose, you don't want to jinx him!

Apparently no one else was concerned for Demyx's best friends safety, cause no one else seemed worried. Well, except Xemnas, strangely enough. I noticed lately that the guy kept staying out after hours, everyday looking for someone. I presumed it must've been Zexion, considering their history. I was mildly curious at to what the bastard wanted to see him so badly for.

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Out of everyone, Sora was without a doubt the most affected. He was a different person it seemed. At first, before the funeral, Sora had been shocked and scared. I bet he blamed himself; after all, the murder had occurred the night of his party. He wouldn't let Roxas sleep in his own dorm that first few nights, and I don't think anyone could blame him. The first week, Sora was Sora, although frightened and depressed.

But this week, he was different. His eyes were distant, and not a wide as before. They were cold, almost murderous themselves. They were no doubt scarier than mine could ever be. He hadn't talked much this week either, and at first everyone just thought he was mourning. But by Wednesday, it was clear, the boy was changed.

It seemed to me like he was determined. Determined to do what though, I had no idea.

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By Wednesday, I found myself changing too. I found myself coming up with half-assed assumptions on who might've killed the once-hyper blonde. At one point I even thought Sora might've done it. I mean, it was his party, and I remember he had locked the doors at some point… what a suspicious move. But in the end I decided I was just paranoid over getting myself thrown in prison. Sora had no motive, at least as far as I was aware of. Although, he was acting really weird.

Most of all though, through all of my paranoia, I kept feeling a gut wrenching weariness every time I saw Xemnas. Perhaps he had done something, and my suppressed drunken memories were trying to clue me in. Without a doubt he was the most suspicious, besides myself. He was superior for Christ sake! Plus… he kept sneaking out. I had half a mind to follow him, if only to find something to frame him for what I'd most likely done, and I had followed him, once.

That Wednesday night I followed him. All the way to the park just outside the school grounds. But I froze in place when I saw who he was meeting. It was that blue haired guy, the one who had scared me silly. In the moonlight he looked like he had just fallen from heaven. It was beautiful, with the exception that he looked like God must've had a damn good reason to boot the monster out of the sky. He looked like he'd just crawled out of a fairy tale, the one where the bad guys win.

I couldn't here anything from where I was standing, and frankly, I didn't care. If I couldn't here them, then they couldn't here my breathing, ragged from fear.

I returned to my dorm prematurely, not dare waiting for Xemnas to turn back. That night I couldn't fall asleep, afraid the guy would come in through the window and eat me or something. My fear came up with that 'something' and I really didn't like it.

I thought about the demon-man all night long, and by three am I was convinced that if anyone in this city killed Demyx, it was that creep.

By four o' clock, I had found too many holes in my theory to ignore. One, I didn't even know the guy, he might a really nice, innocent guy. I wasn't so keen on that belief. Two, this guy had no connection to Demyx. Well, except that he was at the party.

I stopped myself. Hadn't blue boy picked a fight during the party. A theory hatched in my head.

What if that guy had picked a fight with Demyx, and beat him to a bloody pulp there? He had killed Demyx in front of everyone, and then through a drunken me with the dead body out side. Then Sora locked the doors, the guy probably threatened him, and then Sora was ordered to make sure no one would remember what happened. Alcohol was a good weapon, after all. A thought crossed my mind, what if Sora had purposely helped? I shivered.

I had been thrown out so that I could be framed. And that beast had really killed Demyx. The idea made sense. There was only one problem, why the fuck would blue boy kill Demyx? Maybe Demyx had spilled some punch on him or something, drunken people could be easily angered. But then, why did no one stop him? Him… his name, wasn't it Saix? Why did that seem important?

I thought back to the first day I had come here, and Demyx had been ranting about some freak with blue hair, his previous roommate.

I smiled to myself, despite the demented reason for joy. Finally, a feasible place to start an investigation. And if worse came to worse, a person I could testify against as the real murderer.

I never saw myself as a sleazy fucker that would do anything to save my own hide… heh, I'd just described the man that called himself my father. My happiness died into a feeling of sickness. God, I was becoming my father.

What if I really had… killed Demyx? Would I be any better than that fucker with my mom if I made someone else go to jail for it…? My stomach was wrenching. I felt like I was becoming my own enemy.

Well, only one thing to do in a time like this, plead insanity and forget what little I knew. If I believed someone else did it, then I wouldn't feel guilty. And if I was the one that had done it. Well, at least I would be able to make believable denies of it.

By doing this to my mind, I'd probably be able to be classified as medically crazy. Good. Then I can plead insanity if it ever comes to that.

I felt crazy just coming up with this plan. Was I really gonna just sit back and pretend I had nothing to do with the whole thing? That would make as stupid as any other amateur killer out there, the ones that got caught. But I didn't want to be caught…

…What am I gonna do?