A/N:
Nya~ Chapter updates give me hell. -_-;
I'M BUSTIN MY ASS FOR YOU- ahem. Sorry… enjoy the chapter, please. ^_^;
Demyx's heart nearly broke in half when Yukia didn't really show any true identification of him. He let go of her shoulder, backing away slightly before speaking.
"Are you…" his features turned to a lonely sadness, his eyes softening. "Are you lost? I'll show you around until we run into the Superior or sumthin',"
Yukia wondered why this man suddenly seemed so sad.
She glanced at this man who led her through white halls with extravagantly painted patterns on the high ceilings. She pushed wet hair out of her eyes, and she realized she was trailing mud and water all over the white tiles. When she stopped, she began flailing her arms around, too shy and uneasy at the moment to speak. Demyx stopped and looked at her.
"What is it, Yukia-chan?"
"M-mud! I'm trailing mud, and I don't want it all over the white floors, and," she panicked, trying not to move around.
Demyx laughed and walked over to her, picking her up.
"Yukia-chan!" he quickly and hurriedly ran over to her, holding her shoulders and forced her to look at him. "What's wrong…?"
She didn't answer him, but clung to him like he was her last hope. [1]
Yukia gripped her head tightly, the memory swirling into her.
"Is something wrong, Yukia-chan?"
"N-no, of course not, but, do you have a bathroom? So I can, you know…" she motioned to her clothes and hair. "Clean-up?"
He laughed again, walking in a different direction. "Sure."
A/N:
[1] I'll write you a fanfic for any manga, game, anime or anything else you can think of if you guess what chapter this is from. [First come, first serve, bi-atch!]
I told you these chapters would be short. They left you hangin' ;'D