Ok, so, I think I skipped ahead, sorry...I'll be dividing Chapter 8 into three parts since it's way too long and it's a very emotional part of the story. I believe you'll be surprised by these three and the amount of cameos and such on it, I know I was when I wrote it =]

Charge!!!

Note: Thanks to my friend Tearyu and reviewer Bun Nuit Leone for the support; as for Roxas' role on the story, you'll see, though Chapter VI is the beginning for him; and the Major Arcana influence for the Summoning Zexion those stems form the fact that I had a Persona fetish at the moment and it stuck with me lol

Chapter VIII: Dancing-Investigation

It was Thursday morning, another morning Zexion would have to wake up after having passed out, it wasn't the first time it happened, and it probably won't be the last.

Zexion stirred on his bed "It is my bed, right?" he thought.

The back of his head hurt, and as he sat up he felt a weight on top of him. He opened his left eye and blinked to get a clear view, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of his face.

"I remember…I…passed out and fell on the floor and then…nothing…" his head pounded, but he needed to fight through it.

He finally noticed the weight he felt was none other than the blonde that took his bed, Demyx.

"Well aren't you cozy?" he mumbled "Hey…" he said, shaking him "…wake up…" he felt too weak to yell, his head pounded insanely "Damn it…" he sighed and gave the boy a jolt of electricity.

"Wah!" Demyx wailed falling backwards "Ow…my butt…" he groaned, he sat up and looked at the hunched over Zexion who looked tired and in pain "Thank god!" he said, running over and hugging him.

"Hey!" Zexion said, in surprise "What are you doing!?" he felt his hair tickle his slightly open chest "Stop this!" he told him.

"I was so worried!" he told him, sitting next to him "You were on the floor when I woke up last night to go to the bathroom, I hardly slept!" and he looked it, his hair was looking messier than it already was and his eyes were red.

Zexion cleared his throat and looked away, he felt flustered, those sea-green eyes threatening to swallow him whole again "…Did you put me here?" he asked, Demyx nodded, he then jerked his head to look at him and glared "What were you doing in my bed?"

"Oh!" Demyx was taken by surprise and blushed "Well…um…it's not what you think!" he expressed while Zexion smirked, sitting back.

"What am I thinking?" he asked, smugly.

"Um…" Demyx chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head "…I wasn't going to like, 'do' anything to you…I just…well…" Zexion raised his eyebrow and was stifling his laughter, Demyx flustered, he deemed it amusing and cute "Did I just think cute?" he thought.

"I just have an odd habit…I need to sleep in a place I feel comfortable in…and well…your room felt oddly like that…that's all…" he looked away embarrassed "Though, truthfully, it's you who feels familiar…"

"Are you sure?" Zexion asked, he saw the distant look in Demyx's eyes, he had been thinking something, but the blonde only nodded "All right…" he told him "Now, would you please get off, I hate wasting time…" Demyx got up and stood in the doorway, while Zexion removed the covers and sat up; Demyx couldn't help but stifle a laugh "What?" the lilac haired man asked.

"I didn't notice but…in those blue pajamas you look like a little kid" he chuckled.

"…I have half a mind to throw you out, you're keeping me from my work…" he said annoyed "What time is it anyway?" he looked outside and was able to make out the clock tower "Only 9 am…" he sighed and as he began walking toward the door he felt himself go, as if his mind was about to leave him, Zexion was about to fall when he felt arms drag him up, his face on a quickly-beating heart "…Medicine…" he mumbled.

"Right…" Demyx nodded, his eyes full of worry, holding the smaller man tightly.

"So familiar…" both of them found themselves thinking; Demyx helped Zexion to the couch in the living room and handed him some tea and pills, to the owner's directions.

"Thanks…" he answered hoarsely, taking it all down; he then looked Demyx over "…We should get you more clothes, it's unsanitary to wear the same clothes each day…" he told him.

"Not to mention the chafing, I hate not having underwear…" He said, tugging at his pants, making Zexion blush, a lot.

"Well…" the lilac haired boy cleared his throat "…we'll take care of that later…" Zexion sat up and took a look around "…Did you…move anything?" he asked, his eye seemingly twitching.

"Why?" Demyx said, a little hesitant.

"Those books in the corner are out of order…I had them by genre, they look alphabetical…and those files…they're not where I had them before…" he glared at the blonde who tried to look anywhere but at Zexion "Demyx…" he said sternly.

"Ok, I did! I was so nervous when I found you on the floor that I couldn't sit still…so…I cleaned…" he chuckled nervously.

The mentioned books began to move oddly while Zexion's cold stare never moved from the blonde.

"I'm putting up with you because you're sick, you have no memory and you could blow up the biggest case in years, but do not under any circumstances touch…my…things!" he yelled, a book flying over Demyx's head, several others floating along Zexion who quickly stalked over to him.

"Um…" Demyx ran "Sorry! I'm sorry!" he walked down the small hallway into Zexion's room, before he could though two more books smacked themselves on the fall wall "I thought your job was to keep me safe!"

"Not when you invade my privacy!" the other yelled again, he said chucking another book, Demyx began to laugh as he dodged another book "Why are you laughing?" he asked, annoyed.

"You're such a kid" he giggled, another book passing his way as he ducked into the room.

"I'll show you childish…" Zexion grumbled, walking into his room, seeing his target in the middle of his room, like a deer caught in headlights, he felt oddly amused "…Well?" he smirked.

"Um…hey…didn't you buy that one yesterday? Do you really want to mess it up?" he asked, Zexion quirked an eyebrow and looked to his side, he was right, but as soon as he did, Demyx tried to run past him.

"Hey!" he called out, grabbing Demyx by the hem of his shirt and the surprisingly strong detective tugged him back causing him to turn and lose his balance, causing him to fall over the shorter man.

"Whoa!" the blonde called out, hearing a slight thud under him; when he opened his eyes, two thuds were two books to his back, the other was the lilac haired host who had hit his head and was between his legs "…" Demyx gulped, both for fear of pissing him off even more and the fact he was so close to him "Hey…Zexion…" he said "…Zexy…are you-ah!" he yelled as he suddenly found the same smaller man on top of him, a murderous glare on his face.

"I don't get it…" he began "…Why am I even doing this? You're making me waste time on meaningless things…"

"Aw, c'mon, don't tell me you didn't have a little fun? Don't you ever get tired of doing things so seriously?" Demyx asked, the other looking away, sitting down in front of him.

"…Things that are organized and orderly don't have a knack for blowing up in your face, you can easily expect things and analyze them quicker…" he told him.

"What's the fun in that?" Demyx crossed his arms, matching his hosts gaze "You're still young you know, a little spontaneity won't kill you, there's no need to be so cooped up all the time…"

"Well, I'm sorry, but I like order and I like to be able to be in control…there's nothing wrong with that…" Zexion admitted with his head low.

"Does it…have to do with?" he knew he might be doing something a little bold, but, Demyx felt a great familiarity to Zexion and he was sure that all of his years stuck in the Shinra building meant he has never seen him, so why then? He crawled closer to him and sat closely to him, the other looked at him, his face flushed, uttering a small: "What are you doing?" Demyx only smiled and slowly moved his left had to Zexion's face, the right side

"Do you fear losing control because of this?" he asked, though he found himself stunned, it felt so smooth, as if nothing was there.

"..S-Stop…" the detective breathed out, his left eye never leaving Demyx's aquamarine one's, he felt the strands of hair, his shield, his control, slip away. The blonde's eyes widened, all that made up the right side of Zexion's face was blank, not even a silhouette of what should be there, he caressed the area as if it were his own fault.

"I'm…sorry…" he choked "…How?"

"I-I…" the other stuttered "…It was all a stupid mistake on my part…It wouldn't have happened if I had kept myself under control…" he sniffed, feeling as if he were about to crumble.

"…All I want to be is a friend to you…You saved my life after all…I would have probably been found by Shinra if it weren't for you…you gave me back my name, my identity, all I am is grateful…I just, I wish you would trust me…I'll do anything to earn it…"

"…I'd like that…but the fact of the matter still stands, you still don't know who you truly are or why you were given these powers, I'm afraid of the man of Shinra you don't remember to be and I cannot allow you to endanger anyone…so…" Zexion took a large breath and stood, his shaking body held by Demyx once more "…You're welcome to stick around and to stay but that doesn't mean I trust you, that doesn't mean I won't think twice of what you say and it doesn't mean I'll be lenient on you…" the blonde only smiled and nodded, he wouldn't have it any other way "…You understand…now, let's go, we're going to be late for breakfast…"

"Ok, but, you have to admit to me one thing…" he said, still a grin on his face, the other looked back, curious "…You had fun chasing me and pelting me with books, didn't you?" he still smiled, Zexion smirked, was close to laughing.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he asked, smirk present and he left for the bathroom.

Demyx laughed "I knew it…same old…I…I…what?" a memory stuck to his head, a name, but was fuzzy, déjà vu falling over once more; could they maybe had a past life together?

~o~

Cleaned up and ready to go, they left the apartment, the sitar back in it's cover and on Demyx's back, and they headed over to the Freeshooter for the usual breakfast the young detective has with his companions; a little deal they made when they began working together.

"So…after eating we're going shopping, right? I mean…" Demyx went on, complaining about the chafing.

"Yes! For the umpteenth time!" he answered, exasperated, not to mention blushing "Just stop mentioning it, okay?"

"Aw, is Zexy embarrassed?" he teased.

"Don't make me…" he glared back, the other made a squeaking sound and hid behind a lamppost, chuckling "And you call me childish…" he sighed.

~o~

"Finally, there you are!" Hayner waved from his seat in the booth on the corner, wearing tanned shorts, a white sleeveless shirt and a brown vest "We're starving man!" he groaned.

"Yeah, I can't live on air you know, I'm a growing boy" smiled Pence, wearing a dark blue struggle t-shirt and jeans.

"It's unusual for you to be late…" Olette added, looking at her watch, her orange skirt making the room kind of pop "Did something happen?"

"You could say that…" the detective answered, sitting down opposite to them, Demyx sat next to him as well, putting the sitar next to the booth.

"Hi guys" he smiled.

"Hey it's mullet boy" Hayner added with a smile "So…did you have hot, passionate butt sex with our boss?" he asked with a grin: Olette almost spilled her ice tea, Pence was laughing his ass off, and Zexion, well, was stunned to say the least.

"Hmmm…" Demyx pondered "Well…" he grinned, making Zexion glare even more, not to mention blush, would he really lie? "I'm kidding! We didn't do anything! I was passed out on the couch!" he smiled, Zexion could breathe easy, he'd kill Hayner later.

"Aw, that's too bad…" he laughed "…I want a piece though…"

"So, would you kids want breakfast or should I come back after you ask Zexion his underwear size and color?" Xigbar chimed in, Zexion couldn't believe it, was it bother the detective day?

"Would you all just drop it and ask the orders?" said detective asked through his teeth.

"All right man, chill" he chuckled "I'm betting you'll all have your usual, what about you blondie?"

"Me? Well…what are you having?" he looked toward Zexion.

"A normal egg, bacon and toast breakfast…" he said.

"Boring!" Demyx exclaimed, the kids laughed "How 'bout you guys?"

"I usually have the same thing as Zexion…only with iced tea and no cheese, I'm lactose intolerant"

"Right, right!" Xigbar exclaimed "Reminder: Don't kill the little browned haired girl" he scribbled on his pad.

"We always have a giant stack of blueberry pancakes!" Hayner said, pointing to his chubby friend.

"I'll have a slightly bigger stack of pancakes with cherry and powdered sugar" the blonde finally answered.

"Ok, that's…4 usuals and an upgraded usual…check, I'll be back" the man with the eye-patch turned to get the food ready.

"Where's Naminé?" the lilac haired man asked suddenly.

"Not sure…" the man said, scratching the back of his head, going to the back to cook the orders.

"Anyway…I'm sorry I'm late…" Zexion sighed, the other's just nodded and dismissed it "Something unexpected happened last night…I got a package at my house that apparently belongs to Demyx…"

"Who?" Hayner asked.

"I'm Demyx, nice to meet ya!" he smiled; the other's looked in awe.

"…We got a card with the name, along with an instrument, a blue sitar…" he gestured Demyx to take out the instrument from its brown paper casing "Apparently it belongs to him, but there's no sender, so I think we were followed…"

"Any idea who?" the other blonde asked Demyx.

"Well…um…" he crossed his arms, trying to think, all it did was hurt "…Sorry, no idea yet…"

"It's all right, your memories seem to come back slowly, we can't expect for Shinra to be so talkative about their secrets, be them in paper or in people…" he ended, drinking his morning coffee, which Xigbar's second waitress, a girl with a green eye and another blue brought it in.

"Hey, you're new aren't you? What's your name?" Hayner suddenly asked.

"My name's Yuna" she bowed "I'll be working here from now on" she smiled.

"Welcome" Zexion greeted, earning a blush from the girl.

"Thank you," she giggled, "Um, I was wondering…could I have your autograph?" she asked, Zexion quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes! I-I Well…I know you've only been about for four years but I've collected all of your newspaper articles and stuff, and I'm a big fan" the girl giggled, her short brown hair and braid jumping up and down, her purple skirt flowing as she moved "Please?" she asked.

"…All right…" Zexion sighed "Do you have any-of course…" he chuckled, the girl had a giant notebook, which in fact held of Zexion's articles, not only his detective articles but his college articles as well "Wow…" he breathed out, singing in a blank page after the rest.

"Thank you!" she giggled and skipped away.

"That was weird…" Pence chuckled.

"Oh c'mon Zexion is an academic prodigy, he's really smart, not to mention his ability to find something in anything" Olette added, an air of smugness around her.

"Not to mention his awesome hair and boyish good looks" Hayner said, he and Demyx laughing.

"Is that all you think about?" Olette scolded.

"No, not really…" he smirked, Olette made a groaning sound at the face, knowing him well enough to know his 'perverted face'.

"I'd actually like to know more about him" Demyx chimed in.

"Why? Its all a bunch of exaggerated drabble anyway…" the detective said, a bitter tone to his voice "Just a bunch of morons using me to further their own careers…" he said it as if those 'people' were in his morning coffee as he was glaring at it heatedly.

"You're being modest" the blonde next to him said "I bet you're as good as they say, really" he smiled, Zexion was grateful for his hair this time around, a blush formed in his face and he didn't feel like getting any more attention.

"Order up!" Xigbar yelled from the kitchen "Get over here new girl" he said.

"Right!" she said.

"What about me?" another girl asked, her hair gray and short with red eyes, she wore the same apron as Yuna but wore black jeans and a shirt with a white heart on it.

"Oh, right…uh…Paine, right?" the man asked.

"Yeah, I'm not invisible y'know?" she said, slightly annoyed.

"Well, if you didn't muddle in the corner with a book you wouldn't be so invisible now would ya?" he chuckled "Anyway, go earn your money" he told them and both of them took the trays to the table.

The girls walked over, Yuna with a big grin plastered all over her face, while Paine had a bored look to her.

"Enjoying yourself?" Zexion asked the other new girl.

"It gets me by," she answered, a little a stunned at the question.

"See? I told you," her friend giggled "All right! Here are two eggs, bacon and toast breakfasts" Yuna announced, handing them to Zexion and Olette.

"Two giant blueberry pancakes" Paine said, the two boys waved their hands frantically "Of course…" she smirked, giving the plates to them.

"Last one's yours" the girl of two colored eyes said, handing the largest plate of pancakes to Demyx.

"Was it that obvious?" he asked, the others laughed; though Zexion chuckled.

"All right, enjoy yourselves but eat quickly, we're burning daylight" the detective announced.

"Yes sir!" was heard around the booth, even Demyx joined in.

"It's time like these that make me stop and think: What makes me stick around? The fact that they make me feel normal or the fact that no one else wanted the job?" Zexion thought to himself.

~o~

"Man, I'm stuffed!" Demyx exclaimed, patting his belly

"I can't believe you could fit all that into yourself…" Zexion said disbelief, standing up to go to the counter to pay.

"So, do you really know how to play that thing?" Hayner asked.

"This? My sitar?" he said, picking up the instrument "…Hopefully I do, it's been a long time…" he said, strumming a few chords, sour notes coming out "Still out of tune…" he winced.

"We'll probably have to cut back a little…" Zexion said when he came back "You people almost ran me out of money, you'll have to make up for it…" he told his three interns.

"Well! I have some cases for ya!" Hayner exclaimed, air fisting.

"Shoot" he told him.

"Well…lemme see…" Hayner shoved past Pence and looked through his backpack taking out his notepad "Well, we have a classic: cat stuck up a tree…" he said, looking around, his friends laughed, Zexion looked annoyed "What? It's a job at least…also…we have claims of a woman that hasn't come out of her apartment for three weeks now…" Zexion quirked an eyebrow at this, stating his interest "And last but not least, that weird kid Vivi keeps claiming he's a black mage, bonking people in the head with a staff and running away yelling 'Flare!'" he finished.

"Well…we at least have one promising case there…let's go" the other's followed suit, Zexion stopping Demyx to talk to Xigbar "Would you take care of this?" he gave the sitar to Xigbar.

"All right…" Xigbar said "…but I ain't payin' for damages…" he took the instrument and put it in the back, hearing the bell of the door jingle as they left "Well, well, looks like you're right again Lexaeus…crazy bastard…" he chuckled "Hey girls! I'll be back later, I have to run an errand" he told them, they both agreed to it and the man with the ponytail left, a lopsided grin on his face, sitar in hand.

~o~

Zexion and Demyx, along with the junior detectives headed for the Sunset District Park, where an elderly woman tried to get to her cat, to no avail.

"Oh please, won't you help me?" asked the woman who spoke with a sweet voice, slightly plump and her hair short and white.

"Don't worry, we'll see it done" Zexion assured Olette and Pence walking the woman a bit away to talk about the fee; Senior citizen discount of course.

"How shall we do this?" he asked.

"Simple…" Demyx smiled, making a gesture for Hayner to follow "Get on my back" he told him, crouching down, Hayner smiled happily, getting on the man's shoulders.

"Soft hair…" he thought with a goofy grin.

"You got it?" the blonde below him asked.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed "Here kitty…" he told it, a small gray cat with small dark spots and…beady yellow eyes? "What the…?" the cat meowed a demonic meow, scratching at Hayner's hand, making both blonde's fall flat on their butts. It began to deform, jumping down to the ground, its front paws grew large, its skin totally dark, while its ears got pointier and its tail was gone, hind legs grew smaller as well. It meowed and pounded the ground with its giant fists.

"Shinra must be leaking…" Zexion mumbled, his lexicon in hand, growing quickly "Hayner!" he called out.

"You don't have to tell me twice!" he exclaimed, running out of the way.

Demyx stood up and the cat was about to swipe at him, but missed, as the blonde jumped backwards with grace.

"At least I know you can defend yourself…" the book wielding man smirked.

"I know, right?" he smiled.

The now deformed cat roared and it's arm coming in for a swipe.

"Protect!" Zexion called out, a blue shield forming around them both. The arm hit, and smacked itself against it; the deformed feline kept pounding at it.

"Can you hold it?" Demyx asked.

"I think…so…" he truly only thought so, beads of sweat poured down from his brow, feeling the strain of mentally holding the shield.

"Watch out!" Olette exclaimed, with both arms the black animal hit the shield, piercing it and hitting Zexion head on. He tumbled on the ground; his lexicon falling a ways from his reach, Hayner ran to his side, while Demyx stood his ground.

~o~

In another part of town, Xigbar, with the sitar in tow, visited an old friend with whom he shared a great history.

"Enter…" a booming, voice said, gentle yet with an unyielding presence, the sliding door to the room open and closed quietly.

"It would be nice if you could ask how I was first…" Xigbar sighed, the man in front of him grunted "Yes I'm fine, business is booming, and I got two new cute waitresses…well, one's cute, the other you might like, she kind of reminds me of your star pupil Lex…" Lex or Lexaeus is an almost giant man, standing at 6'2 feet tall, his short, messy hair a light brown with blue eyes. He sat Indian style on the wooden floor of his dojo where he trains local kids the art of self-defense and kendo.

"Why are you here?" the tall man asked.

"Well my old friend, and I do mean 'old', I think those theories of yours have really become a reality…" the man raised an eyebrow at this but kept silent "I have proof…" he stated, Lex could feel the blood rushing toward something that was otherwise gone but returned.

"What is it? What could you possibly have?" he asked.

"This…" he threw Demyx's sitar to the ground and it fell between the two "…do you remember who used to play something similar to this back then? He visited at least once but the memory is burned into you, just like your feelings for that other boy…" Xigbar smirked, he truly was smarter than he looks, but, after the whole incident and Shinra he put away his scientist robe for a more pleasant and rewarding job.

"I can't believe it…" the man breathed out, so unlike him.

"Well believe it bud, and they're together…this thing was given to me by Zexion and it apparently belongs to the now not-so-comatose Number IX, remember him?" Lexeaus' eyes widened in shock.

"…So…it's starting …" he stated.

"I guess so, but I'd rather be kept out of it" Xigbar stretched his limbs and cracked his neck "I have a pretty good life now, I don't intend to give that bastard anything more…" his face had a disgusted look in it when he said this "…You do what you want…" they then looked toward the instrument which began to twitch, and slowly but surely began to turn into water.

"I believe I will…" Lexeaus, now towering on his dojo stood, making preparations in his mind.

~o~

Back in the park, the animal roared, it's now invisible snout seemingly smelling for something and found the nearest recipient, Demyx. It lunged at him, hoping to crush him quickly with its weight, but the young man proved quick as he jumped to the side.

"Come on, is that all?" he chuckled, dodging another swipe.

The animal ran toward Demyx, its fist headed directly for him, and the blonde suddenly couldn't remember if he could do anything at all. He put up his arms in a vague defense when the animal screeched in pain, a slim column of water appeared just before the arm hit Demyx, the pressure cutting the hand off.

"Uh hun!" he exclaimed; doing a pelvic thrust "Take that!" he smiled.

"Hey!" Pence yelled, while Demyx turned his head.

"Uh oh! Second fist!" the blonde yelled, ducking and running for his life.

"…I don't know whether to laugh hysterically or keep telling him to run…" Hayner said, though Zexion whom he had dragged to safety, wouldn't reply.

That fist got nearer this time, but Demyx did something that surprised even him: "He caught it?" Pence said; "He caught it!?" Olette expressed; "Dude! He caught it!" Hayner chuckled.

"I caught it!" Demyx laughed, then turned serious "This is for hurting Zexion!" he then managed to toss the thing over his shoulder, oblivious to the fact of the cells that worked to his favor within him "Water!" he called out, extending his hands, pulses of water in the form of bubbles shot from his hands, hitting the animal, hard.

It meowed in pain and annoyance, jumping upward and out of the way.

"Had enough!?" Demyx exclaimed, the animal seemed pissed off and charged toward him "Damn it!" he said, mumbling, he saw it coming closer and closer, but again his mind went blank, but when it did he raised his right hand, a shield of water forming around him, the water converged and formed into a single bubble, he then broke it open and his sitar was back in his hand, he gave it a twirl and stood ready "Ready? I'm going to clean you out!" he then charged himself toward the animal, ready to bat him away but it's fist collided with the sitar, effectively blocking it "Like it?" he chuckled, slashing the pesky arm away with the spike on top of the instrument. The animal wailed and ran frantically, Demyx backed out and smirked "Gotcha now!" he charged in and jumped upward "Say goodnight!" he smashed his instrument right through it, slicing it in half.

The darkness that covered the animal began to disappear in a puddle and dissipate, while the small animal stood in the middle, meowing weakly. Demyx turned, a little sweaty and panting lightly but with a big grin on his face, he had fought his first battle (he was a bit out of it against Zexion) and won, too bad Zexion was out cold "What?" he asked, the young detectives were in shock, while the old woman ran toward her cat, examining it.

"My poor dear!" she exclaimed.

"Is she all right? I hope I didn't really hurt her" Demyx said.

"She seems all right…but…whatever happened to her?" she asked, none of them had an answer "But, you got her out of the tree and even cured her of whatever she had, I will pay you what we agreed and more, I am ever so grateful" she smiled.

"Isn't this a little weird for you?" Demyx asked, chuckling.

"Oh not really dearie, after all, as a retired fairy godmother you see a lot of things in your lifetime" the woman giggled, though the other's looked a little skeptically towards her "I have your number so I'll call when I have your munny" she then waved goodbye as she left.

"Weirdo…" Hayner whistled.

"Is he ok?" Demyx asked, sitting next to his host "Hey, wake up" he told him; as soon as he did the young man bolted up from the ground and looked around.

"Where's…" he began.

"Dude! You totally missed it!" Hayner laughed.

"What happened?" Zexion asked, puzzled.

"Demyx practically obliterated the cat thing," Pence said "Hey, can I get a pic?" he asked him.

"Later…" Zexion answered "…You did what?" he asked the blonde.

"Well…I…it hurt you and it was going to hurt more people so, I had to do something, so, I fought the thing, I even learned a new trick!" he exclaimed, twirling his sitar in his hands "It appeared out of nowhere into my hands, it was so cool!"

"I'll say!" Olette giggled "Oh, and we're still getting paid," she added.

"I…see…" he looked toward Demyx who went on about how it felt to fight. He'd thought of him as an incompetent head case who caused him even more problems, both mentally and physically than anything, but, he was competent, in conversation and in the field, it reassured him in a way, made him glad, though it also reminded him of his origins, if this was only a fragment of what Demyx could do, who else has Shinra made and for what?

"Well, seeing as we solved this case rather quickly thanks to Demyx…" said man blushed by the mention, he was recognized by Zexion after all "…let's move on".

They all walked animatedly toward the train station, heading back toward the Twilight District. And as they walked down the winding hill, Zexion fell to his knees; the other's rushed to him in a hurry.

"What…what is this horrible stench? This darkness that seems to permeate everything here…" he looked around frantically but didn't seem to find anything, the smell seemed to vanish next to Jesse's, Biggs' and Wedge's stores, but he sensed nothing out of the ordinary "Let's keep walking…" he told them, slightly choked up.

"Here…" Demyx said, handing his sitar to Hayner while he helped his friend walk "Did he feel that too?" the blonde thought to himself.

A/N: I dunno if I should call that a cliffhanger or a random cut out to keep it from being too long, so sorry folks but I wanted to spare ya the pain! But please, review!