A/N:

OMFG UPDAAAAAAAATE.

I hope you enjoy this. It's [sort of] a funny chapter. Xaldin re-appears here, so… yeah. Read on. ^_^;

On their walk, Demyx passed by the kitchen and saw Xaldin and Xigbar, well… being themselves and messing up the kitchen.

"Xigbar how many times do I have to tell you," the wind-possessor said, smacking Xigbar upside the head. "That isn't the right way to use spoons."

Xigbar turned around, spoons shoved up his nose. "I scno't know 'hat you'r' tal'kin 'bout, 'ally," he mumbled, poking the utensils so they jiggled.

Xaldin sighed, and looked to the entrance to the kitchen. "Demyx, will you please tell him that-" he then saw the muddied girl flung over the Nocturne's shoulder. "Who's that?"

Demyx stopped laughing long enough to look at Xaldin, asking him to repeat himself.

"Who is that girl you're carrying?"

Xigbar had successfully removed the spoons from his nostrils, and looked at the mud-covered girl, whom he took a second to recognize.

Demyx had stuttered something and ran past the entrance; Xaldin just shrugged it off.

"…do you even realize who that was?" Xigbar said after a moment. "It was Yukia."

"Who?" he said while beginning to cook.

Demyx dropped Yukia off at the bathroom, and told her where to find him after she was done bathing.

"I'll just be in the next room," he pointed to the room next to the bathroom. "Come in there where you're done."

Yukia nodded, and went into the small room. Turning on the shower, she got in, not even bothering to wait until it got hotter.

Running her hands through her hair, she closed her eyes. The mud trailed down her body, falling over a pattern of scars she doesn't remember getting. It turned the water brown, then twirled down the drain.

Saïx slashed out at her, scratching every piece of her body he could find, ripping at fabric along with flesh. Blood dripped from fresh wounds on her body, staining the white sweater and the grey dress underneath.

Yukia yelped a bit as the memory flooded her senses, falling to the base of the shower. Her scars ached, and she gripped her sides.

"G-gah…" she moaned, coughing and sitting in a crouched position. "Wh-why does this k-keep happening…"

"You are wrong, Superior." He clutched the barely breathing Yukia in his arms. "She does have a heart."

Her hand flung to her ears, blocking out the words. "D-DEMYX!!" she screeched, slamming her hand against the shower wall.

Sora had wandered a bit more before sitting down on the base of a pedestal in the middle of a random hallway.

"Sora, we can't give up yet!" Goofy said, lifting the boy to his feet.

The key-bearer only sighed and fell back down. "But I'm tired! Can't we take a break…?"

"Of course not!" Donald quaked. "We need to keep looking for the King!"

"What about Riku?!" Sora jumped, yelling at the duck.

Demyx had run into the bathroom, forgetting about courtesy and manners for a moment. Pulling back the shower curtain, he saw Yukia, covered in water and slamming her hands against the wall. Turning off the water, Demyx grabbed Yukia and held her to his chest.

"What happened, Yukia-chan? Are you okay?"

"Why?!" she pushed against him, and he let go of her body. "I don't understand- why are these names and people popping into my head?!"

A/N:

HAH. UPDATED, BITCHES.

I'm sorry, I was excited.