Well, here is the next chapter! Hope it is okay, sorry if too many flashbacks but its been a long time since I have used them. Besides, this chapter is boring, but I like action but we can't always have that, right? So this chapter ain't that exciting, but it's the first one, and there is explanations needed. Hope this works out, my first long KH, I'm use to oneshots….blah…..so comment!
Pairings: Axel/Demyx, Cloud/Leon…..and no idea as of now, who else…
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts of Final fantasy 8!! I wish, but I don't! So don't sue, cause I got no money whatsoever!
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Waking up- Chapter 1
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Leon groaned as he laid back down. He'd been having the same dream over and over again. He wasn't sure if he should call it a dream or a nightmare. They were rather painful memories, yet, they were some he cherished the most. He guessed he would just stick with dreams.
"Leon, its not nice to ignore dreams, especially if you've had the same one for nine months, now." A bubbly voice cut into his thoughts. A voice that caused him to groan again and pray to dear God that he saves him from the injustice that is the bubbly blond.
"Don't you have somewhere to be? Don't you people sleep or something?" Leon hissed, turned his head to the side, his gray eyes met blue.
"Aww, here I thought you enjoyed my company. After all, it is not every day you get to talk to an angel." A teasing smiled tugged at the other's lips. Who, Leon knew, loved annoying and getting on his nerves.
"I think I'd rather not have any connections to angels, then." Leon huffed, sitting up and leaning against the beds headboard.
"Oi, want to talk about it?"
"I'm fine Demyx. Just fine."
"You know, if I could, I would bring you father here, but I can't." Demyx sighed, going over and sitting next to Leon. He dropped his bubbly façade, realizing it was not the time for it; besides, he got tired of being bubbly 24/7. It kind of made him wonder how he was going to last if he had that job for well…an eternity.
"I understand, Demyx." After that, silence reigned over the room.
"Do you ever miss them, those of the organization 13?" Leon turned and looked at Demyx. It was too quiet for Leon. The dream was still too fresh in his mind, and he'd rather think of something else. Demyx frowned as he thought about it.
"Yes, actually, I do. It wasn't the best life, but it was home in a very freaky way." Demyx smiled sadly, remembering the past.
"How you manage to get over the fact that you were dead?" Leon asked, eyes closing.
"Well, in the beginning, I did not remember anything. They told me that I was dead, but my memory was blank and I was like a little kid. I was taught every thing and once I knew every thing, they allowed my memory to resurface." Demyx explained, looking over at Leon who had fallen asleep. Demyx smiled and shook his head, eyes twinkling with sadness. He knew things would just get worst for Leon. The only good thing was that Leon had him, Demyx, to help him. He was glad though, that he had made progress with Leon. He wasn't biting his head off or glaring at him, snapping, wishing he'd go to hell and screaming other obscenities at him. Demyx frowned and looked around, before getting up and slowly vanishing into thin air.
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"My name is Quistis." Full lips gracefully moved into a smile. Radiant blue eyes sparkled with mirth. A clip held up golden locks, all but two locks that hanged in front of her face, framing it. She was clad in a pink skirt with a pink vest. Her arms were covered by maroon sleeves that reached her shoulders, connecting to her vest, while her hands were covered by black gloves.
Demyx couldn't help but hold his breath as he looked up at the angelic figure.
Quistis laughed and stood up, revealing black boots.
"Come now, Demyx. There are things to be done." Quistis smiled tenderly down at him, offering him her hand. Demyx took it with out hesitation, standing up with her help. He noticed he was wearing a black cloak.
"How do you know my name? Where am I?" Demyx blushed, feeling like a child in the presence of such an angel.
"This is the afterlife, Demyx." Quistis smiled and motioned with her arms.
"So, I'm dead?" Demyx frowned.
"Yes, you are." Quistis placed her hand on his arm and squeezed, comfortingly. Demyx felt a sudden warmth envelope him. He looked at Quistis, surprise evident in his eyes.
"Do not worry, Demyx. This is the beginning of something new." Quistis moved his hand down from his arm to his hand. She guided him onwards, but all he could see was white.
"Wait, it takes time adjusting." Quistis explained. Not soon after, Demyx could see shapes as the white dissipated.
Colors and shapes began to form. To Demyx's amazement, it was a big city, and how he wished he could compare it to another city, yet nothing came to his blank mind. In the center was a big castle, it was familiar, and Demyx could feel something pressing his mind, and he knew it had to do with who he was before, but the castle was just soo huge and so spectacular, he couldn't think straight. Demyx couldn't believe there could ever such a city. It was too big. Not only that, but buildings sprouted out away from the City as well, like suburban areas. Demyx turned to look back, but there was no sign of the white that had incased him earlier. Up in the sky, a few clouds laid scattered, and those were white and fluffy. The sky was a startling blue, a blue like Demyx had never seen before. He was standing on a hill, that looked down on the city. The grass was soft and a vibrant green, moving like a wave with the wind. The air was fresh and coo, with a soft feeling of the ocean. The sun hit down, warming him but not roasting him, feeling more like a light blanket. All of nature seemed to have a life of its own, as soft voiced floated in the wind. Gentle lullabies and songs could be heard, coming and going. It was perfect, things were perfect there.
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Demyx frowned as he ran a hand through his hair, light blue wings sprouting out from his back. They were a cerulean blue, made of soft, long feathers. His wings were like a hawk's, made for the velocity and maneuverability. He began walking towards the castle, before breaking into a jog and taking flight. Wings flapped behind him, getting him to the castle in record time.
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"You, my dear Demyx, have a lot of training to go trough." Quistis smiled, after placing him down on the ground. Demyx was still bright red from having been carried by Quistis.
"Is it hard? I don't want to fight." Demyx muttered, a bit panicked. Quistis just giggled and shook her head. She gently moved Demyx's bangs from his face.
"I can see why you are the one. Do not worry Demyx, it is not hard. Fighting, though, is something you will have to do." Quistis smiled sadly.
"Now come, on. We need to get started, there is just so much we have to train you." Quistis scowled, walking into the castle. Demyx kept close, afraid of getting lost with all the turns and rooms. The journey was silent, and it began to get on Demyx's nerves.
"Umm, who was I, before I died?" Demyx asked, curious and also because he was tired of the silence.
"You'll remember everything once you completed your training."
"Was it a good life?" Demyx asked, a bit fearful.
"Well, I thought it was in a way. That is all up to you, but here we are!" Quistis opened the door letting them into an arena.
"Quistis, another one to train?" a voice broke Demyx from his 'aweing'.
"Rinoa! Yes, he needs to learn to fly, control his magic, fight with other weapons. He needs to learn the rules as well." Quistis looked at the embarrassed Demyx.
"Quistis, we don't follow the rules, what makes you think he will?" Rinoa teased as she walked over to Demyx. She had long, raven hair. Her eyes were honey brown and she had such a loving smile. She wore a long, sleeveless, blue trench-coat with a black top and shorts.
"Welcome, Demyx. My name is Rinoa Heartily, and I'll be helping Quistis with your training." Demyx just shyly nodded.
"Well, we are not getting any younger!" Quistis placed her hands on her hips.
"We are not growing any older either." Rinoa giggled.
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Demyx shook his head as he thought back on all those times he smacked himself with the ground, trying to learn to fly. He couldn't help the chuckle.
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"Demyx! Just imagine it, imagine your wings flapping. Don't think about falling, think of wings flapping." Quistis scowled him.
"Demyx! Concentrate! Just in your mind, command the water to do what you want it to." Rinoa advised.
"Okay, man! You got to keep always on the defense. Got to bounce back, don't be fearful." A blond, with sparkling light blue eyes and a black tattoo that covered his left side of the face, grinned.
"Keep stance up. Move your feet and remember to be ready for all. If all comes to worst, defend your face, can't have your face be ruined!" A browned hair cowboy, with emerald eyes and a charming smile, said in a stern yet teasing matter.
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Demyx shook his head at those memories, which were now accompanied by his other memories. Too many memories in his head. He couldn't believe that was possible. He'd come out in the end, and managed to learn the stuff, he just hoped that when the time came, he'll be able to fight. He looked down at his white gloves and gingerly took them off.
"Demyx, what are you doing here?" Quistis smiled, leaning against the wall as she looked at Demyx.
"Giving Leon a break from me. He needs his space." Demyx shrugged.
"Hmm, how is he holding up?" Rinoa walked up to him, worriedly.
"Well, he doesn't want anything to do with the prophecy. He's been having dreams, but he is in denial. I don't want to push him." Demyx scowled at them.
"There is not a lot of time." Quistis sighed.
"I know, but pushing him won't help. I am his guardian." Demyx snapped.
"We know, we just worry that is all." Rinoa smiled, that sweet smile that just relaxed Demyx.
"I know, I worry about him too."
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"Leon! How's the dream?" Demyx grinned. Leon whirled around, gunblade pointed at Demyx.
"That is not fair, I'm not even armed." Demyx pouted.
"Who are you? How did you get in? What do you want?" Leon growled.
"Wow, bunch of questions! First, the name is Demyx!! Or I think I use to go by the name Number IX, but not sure. Memories still a bit fuzzy." Demyx grinned. Leon frowned, looking at him, critically.
"Organization 13 is finished." Leon stated in a monotone voice, gunblade still pressed tightly to Demyx's throat.
"I know, we all had it coming. Besides, who could defeat that cute little boy, what's his name? Anyways! That was when I was alive….I guess, or whatever I was before the kid killed me. The point is that I am dead and my job is to watch over you." Demyx finished happily.
"Uhu." Leon looked at him like he was crazy.
"Look, watch this." Demyx smiled and slowly, from out of his back, beautiful light blue wings came out. Leon just looked at him, eyeing the wings, surprised.
"I'm your guardian angel, Leon. You are the light bearer. Light is nothing without Darkness. Darkness cannot exist without Light."
"When hearts have all been reunited, Evil will spread through the universe." Leon whispered, before glaring at Demyx.
"How do you know about that?" Leon snapped, a fireball forming on his right hand.
"Its your destiny, Leon."
"Shut up! I don't care, guardian angel or not. It is not me, and it will never be me!" Leon snarled, launching the fireball at Demyx, who just moved to the side and avoided the fire ball, using his magic to extinguish it. .
"I'm sorry, but it's real. Something has to be done."
"Leave." Leon growled, throwing another fireball, and another. Demyx sighed and vanished.
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"That is it! I'm going to strangle him! Darkness or not! I swear!" a voice snarled, storming over to where Quistis, Rinoa and Demyx were talking.
"What happened Axel?"
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To be Continue….
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So, what do you people think? Seems good? I hope so….anyways….i have no clue on the pairings, may be you guys can tell me…..just throw them out, see which ones can work with the story…..sigh….well, hope you comment! Please do!