A/N: I'd just like to take a moment to say… WOW! I can't believe some people actually liked the first chapter! I just expected people to say: "Meh, it's alright. Kinda boring," or, "Leave it as it is, it's an ok-ish one-shot," instead, I got two reviews, both very positive and urging me to continue! :D To say I was giggly that evening was a MASSIVE understatement. Anyways, this chapter I'm gonna be focusing a bit more on action and character interaction as opposed to inner psyche, unlike the other chapter. There will be a bit of psyche, but not as much. :) Hopefully you people will like it ok, and not string me up by the neck.

Also, I made a little boo-boo on the last chapter. Roxas had been in the Organization about a week after he feel unconscious and Axel had come back from C.O- so around two months, not five months.

I don't own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, well… It'd be pretty different than how it is now. XD
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He cursed his slight allergy to dust. If he hadn't sneezed, he wouldn't be fleeing down the hall in a desperate attempt to hide himself from the girl he had unintentionally alerted to his presence.

Tracing his steps backwards, Demyx hid in the shadows of the corridor, controlling his breathing to be completely inaudible. This was a recon/stealth mission, he knew fully well that if he screwed up and let out one hint about the existence of the Organization, the Superior would kill him on the spot. The Superior was nice like that. The footsteps grew louder as they approached him. Demyx pressed his back against the dark wall, almost comically hitting his head against a painting. The footsteps clicked forward, getting closer, and closer and closer… Then walked by him entirely. The girl in the blue dress hadn't noticed him at all and continued to call into the darkness asking who was there. He let out a silent sigh in relief and noiselessly darted down the hall in the opposite direction, getting as far away from the girl as he could. An easy task, seeing as how he was in a castle with thousands of other little nooks and crannies to hide in.

He was now a long ways away from the girl. The only thing she knew was that there had been some person that had sneezed while snooping around. Even now, she was probably brushing it off and thinking that it had just been her imagination, unless of course she was ridiculously persistent to find out about strange people who may or not be in this creepy, old place. Didn't matter now. He had goofed up, and now he braced himself for a wise-crack from Axel when the two would ultimately bump into each other again, as they had been assigned this mission together. Moving some of his dirty-blonde bangs out of his eyes, he looked around while appearing to make mental notes to himself. At least, that's would people would think he was doing.

What he was really doing was wondering about what was going on in the Organization these days. Recently, half of the team had been shipped of to their spare castle, Castle Oblivion, and they almost all had died horrible deaths there against a boy with a key-sword thingy, like Roxas's. The creepy Vexen, silent Zexion and Lexaeus, the cold Marluxia and even crazy, sadistic Larxene, whom Demyx was genuinely shocked to hear had been killed, (Though the reason as to why anyone would kill her was a bit obvious) had all bitten the dust while facing this boy. He had kept up the act that he didn't care, and said things like, 'Good riddance to those guys,' or, 'How about a victory song for us loosing all that dead weight?' But secretly, he was a little sad to hear that they were dead, and even missed them a little. He missed teasing Zexion about his hair, or Lexaeus's silent presence at dinner, or Vexen's creepy… Creepyness, Marluxia's flowery scent… Hell, he even missed Larxene and her merciless, heartless retorts a little bit. As cruel as she was, at least she was a bit funny and admittingly, a bit easy on the eyes. The castle just seemed emptier now. As nice as that sounded, it made him just about as sad as a Nobody could get.

That wasn't all though. He had also assumed Axel, the flame-wielding assassin had died, only to find him alive, well and doing missions about a week after the news. The worst news, however, was that Namine, their witch and prisoner, had left with the Keyblade-Wielding boy and unknown escorts without a trace. This made him very upset. He had liked Namine. He had liked her a lot. She was a sweet girl, and now she was gone. The worst part? She had left by her own free will. It was like she had completely forgotten about him. The guy who gave up most of his evenings to tuck the girl in to make sure she didn't leave and tell her bed-time stories. He usually did it willingly, because Namine had been the only soul in his life so far who would actually listen to his stories and really enjoy them.

Demyx thought back to Namine and decided to re-visit a memory he held dear to him. Not to his Myde counterpart, but to himself, Demyx.

(-)

After a dinner of mashed potatoes and beef, Demyx had once again been given the task by Saix to escort Namine to her chambers. The members had left one after the other until the two were the last people to finish eating. Namine, because she was picking at her food, eating slowly, and Demyx, because he was on his eleventh plate. Finally, after eating his final dish, he let out a belch and grinned.

"Hey, can I have more, please?" he asked a Dusk. The Dusk shook it's hooded head and gestured to the empty tray the once held cow meat and the bowl of potatoes that had only a quarter of it left.

"So?" asked Demyx, "There's still some potato in the bowl, and can't you just make more beef?"

The Dusk shook it's head. Demyx pouted like a chid would after being told 'no' by their parents from buying an expensive toy. He took the bowl of potatoes anyway, much to the Dusk's near inaudible whispering protests.

"There's no one else here who wants the potatoes, these potatoes are great and I refuse to let 'em go to waste, and if I don't finish 'em, no one will!" cried Demyx, defensively clutching the potatoes out of the reach of the hissing Dusk whist sticking out his tongue at the faceless minion, resulting in Namine giggling as she finished the last of her potatoes.

Namine smiled as she looked to her empty plate as she brushed some or her blonde hair out of her happy blue eyes. "I'm finished," she reported, setting her fork down.

"Cool," Demyx said, "Ready to head up to your room?"

"Pretty much," replied the blonde artist, wiping the meat's grease of her chin with a cloth napkin.

Demyx smuggled the potatoes out with him as the pair left for Namine's room. Demyx opened the door for Namine and walked in behind her. The girl slipped off her sandals and hopped onto her white bed. She took out a sketch pad, and her various pencil crayons while Demyx sat on the other end of the bed, finishing the buttered potatoes and complaining when there was nothing left. Namine's room was small, like most of the Organization member's chambers. It had various book shelves, a closet, a small window that allowed a clear view of the sky and a white princess-styled bed with the pillars and the like. It would've been exceedingly plain, had it not've been for Namine's countless drawings tacked all over the room. Some were of her, some were of the Organization members, some where characters from the stories she was told. Demyx noticed a cartoony one of him playing the sitar with Larxene scowling as she read a book. He resisted the urge to laugh, as it was so true to what would've happened in that basic scenario.

Namine looked up from her sketch pad. "Ready," she smiled softly. It was a basic routine, while Demyx would tell a story, Namine would listen while she sketched. Almost never missing a detail on her drawing, nor the bed-time story.

"Kay, where were we?" asked Demyx.

"At the part where Rarious, Valyn, Note and Tyson get attacked by Mareo and his men at Winter Shoreline, and Rarious got knocked unconscious," she replied, smiling happily in anticipation, "I can't wait to find out what happens to them."

"Heh," chuckled Demyx, "Me too." He stayed silent for a little bit, thinking the story through a little. Once he knew where it was going to go, he turned to Namine and begun the tale of Rarious the dozens of other characters in their struggle against the evil empire that ravaged the Kingdom of Mim.

"Rarious woke up to the sounds of a carriage being pulled along a dirt trail by horses-"

(-)

"Hey, you Ok?" asked Axel, confused by the recon specialist spacing away into the distance and mumbling something unclear to the assassin. He hadn't seen anyone space out this badly since when Roxas first joined the Organization. "Demyx?" he asked, trying to get the younger agent's attention. "Demyx!"

"Guh!" cried Demyx, jumping back a bit surprised. He remembered the surrounding walls of Beast's Castle, and took notice of the red-haired man standing in front of him, looking a bit impatient with him. "…How long've you been there?" he asked, slightly nervous.

"About a minute," responded Axel, crossing his arms, "What happened back there? I was about to use what was left of this Hi-Potion on you in the case you gotten whacked on the head." He frowned, taking out the nearly empty bottle and waving it a little to emphasize his point.

"Spaced out," answered Demyx, "Got a sweet dream about playing my sitar to an audience in a theatre somewhere," he lied.

"Yeesh. Poor, deaf dream-people. I feel bad for them now," mumbled Axel, feigning emotion.

Even though the joke was on Demyx, and Demyx knew it, he laughed anyway. He enjoyed Axel's company. The redhead could crack some hilarious jokes, and had enough sarcastic comments to fill a whole ocean. They both liked eating and sleeping, and had many similarities to the average eye. But there was a massive difference between them, and that was the fact that Axel was much more cunning and manipulative than he let on. Demyx could be a bit manipulative when he needed to, but he didn't really have any ulterior motives and in most cases only brought that skill to use when he needed it. He knew Axel was an expert assassin for a reason, and the fact he had managed to live through the C.O incident must've depended on more than just his luck.

"Good one," laughed Demyx.

"Thanks," grinned Axel, "Anyways, see anything interesting while you struggled to get away from the depraved girl of blue dresses and malevolence?"

"Aw, shut up, man," growled Demyx, "Anyways, no. Didn't really see anything of interest besides more of those claw markings in the walls. There are signs of conflict all over this place. I wonder why."

"Roxas and Xion did a report on this place earlier. Said there was some type of monster was the castle master, and that he rips any Heartless who enter his castle to shreds. To me, he sounds like the perfect type of guy to go bowling with." He joked.

"Huh," muttered Demyx, "In that case, I'm not sure if there's much else to say. There are a wide bunch Heartless in this area, so I guess it'd be a good idea for Roxas and Xion to have a few missions here. Also, on an unrelated note, this place reminds me of a bad horror movie. I wanna go home soon."

"Yeah. This place reminds me of C.O, and I don't like it."

"Hey, speaking of C.O," began Demyx, "What exactly DID happen there? Did the Key-Sword wielding kid really kill everyone there?"

"Everyone died horrible, horrible deaths," confirmed Axel, "I faked getting vanquished so I could get away."

"? You can fake vanquishing?" questioned Demyx, "I didn't know we could do that."

"Yup. They don't teach it, but I found out how once due to boredom. It's the same as summoning a dark corridor, just don't make it take the shape of one. You can only fake it when you're on the last of your legs, and the first few times I tried it, I looked like I was getting burned to death. It takes some practice to look really, really convincing, but it's real useful to know. 'Specially if you have overwhelming, persistent enemies to worry about. Like fan girls, for example."

"Huh, neat…" muttered Demyx, " Anyways, everyone else is really dead, huh?"

"Yup."

"Marluxia, Lexaeus, Zexion, Vexen…?"

"All getting fitted for halos."

"Even Larxene?"

"Yup. Got her ass handed to her, too."

"Too bad," frowned Demyx, "She may have been a bitch, but she was kind of hot… And Namine's gone, too?"

"Yeah, she escaped somehow," mumbled Axel, "Don't know how, but she got away. Oh well, Marluxia must've let his guard down when he was guarding her."

Demyx looked down, sadly. Now he would never be able to finish her bedtime story.

"That really sucks," he muttered, "I liked Na-"

"!"

"!"

The two agents flinched at the inhuman roar, and immediately summoned their weapons.

"Ballroom," whispered Axel.

Demyx felt sweat fall down his face, he held his sitar in uncertainty, unsure of whether to follow or ditch Axel. He eventually decided to follow Axel. He didn't want to be alone in this twisted place.

"KREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" came the cold, haunting shriek of a Heartless, also coming from the Ballroom. Muffled sounds of blasts of ice and blasts of pure energy coming into contact with the walls could be heard through the dense wood. Clawing, yelling, and bone-chilling roars thundered from the from The beasts on the other side. Crashing and sounds of what could only be blood splattering on the tiled floors triggered Demyx's gag reflex. It was too late to go back now. He and Axel were roughly fifteen feet from the door when suddenly, the doors slammed open and a monster flew out and landed in the castle foyer on his back, unconscious.

The knocked-out monster was clad in tattered, dark blue shorts and a long red cape. Easily seven feet tall and looking heavier than both assassins combined, he was covered in brown fur that covered lightly in ice and was bleeding on the floor, eyes squeezed shut and breathing laboured. The agents knew that what ever was in the ballroom was NOT to be trifled with, and to proceed with extreme caution.

The two entered to room, or rather the icy arena that was left of it, to come face to face with a Chillripper Heartless, the ice controlling cousin of a Duel-Blade. There was something off about it, though- It was HUGE, and it looked PISSED.

The armoured being of nothing locked it's soulless, yellow eyes on the two field agents. It released a quiet hiss as it calculated the strength of them. Preparing the twin, icy blades attached to it's reinforced arms, it went into a battle stance, and let out a roar stating it's challenge.

Demyx sweated nervously, and attempted to slip away. Axel tightly grabbed Demyx's hood in annoyance. Like hell Demyx was getting out of this one. Axel wasn't taking this thing alone, and this thing needed to go down. After Demyx finally gave up trying to walk out of Axel's firm grip, the two readied their weapons and the battle begun.

The Chillripper streaked towards them at lightning speeds and slashed both blades in union at them. Axel leapt over it whist Demyx rolled out of the way. The massive Chillripper sliced away at Demyx as the water-bender tried to get away, until the beast slashed the fine chap across the face and chest. Demyx fell on his back and yelped in pain, holding his scratched face and slashed chest. The Chillripper unleashed a blast of ice, sending Demyx flying into the wall and freezing half his body to it. It was about to let loose a final ice blast to finish the musician, until a fireball exploded at the armoured beast's back. The monster turned to Axel, hissing with hatred. It fired a giant blast of ice which Axel dodged. The fiery assassin used his fire controlling abilities to summon giant blasts of heat and flame to drive the monster away and to keep it from getting to close to either him or his hurt comrade, melting the icy stadium into the old ballroom in the progress. The clear liquid began dripping, and water began pooling on the floor.

Demyx's whole body ached. His coat was ripped, exposing his bare, wounded chest to the freezing temperatures of the room, and his left side was firmly stuck to the wall, due to the earlier ice blast. His blood was dripping down from his forehead into his left eye, and he was fighting against himself to stay conscious. His teeth chattered. Axel was doing well against that… Thing… But Axel could only last so long against it. He watched as Axel jumped left and right, whipping the flaming Chakrams at it and trying to not get hit in the process. Demyx then noticed the water forming on the floor, and gained an idea.

Axel jumped out of the way of his icy foe, using fire and his Chakrams to keep causing damage against the brute. The two killers danced, fire reflecting off of ice and ice being used as shields from the vicious torrents of flame. Swirling in the air with grace and ease to rival that of a bird's, Axel landed on his feet on the high, long, and curved balcony of the massive room. The Chillripper pursued, jumping after the redhead, hissing in rage and attempting to end it's opponent's existence. Axel ran along the banister, twirling around occasionally to blast his enemy in the face with fire. The Chillripper slashed at him, but he leapt to the wall, wall-jumped out of the way of an ice blast and landed on the edge of the balcony. The Chillripper lurched at him, but Axel swept himself out of the way and grabbed the Chillripper by the back of the neck and jumped on it's back, riding on the Heartless along the icy Ballroom floor like a sled. while holding a Chakram directly behind it's head so it bumped into it repeatedly.

This continued until The Chillripper crashed into a wall and Axel back-flipped away. Smirking, and believing

he had won, Axel turned away from the Chillripper, until he heard it's deafening shriek.

He turned quickly, but not quickly enough. The Chillripper began screeching in hatred as it repeatedly slashed at it's nemesis, trying it's best to murder the assassin. Axel tried to block the frenzy of attacks, but ultimately got knocked off guard, and the Chillripper whacked Axel with the flat of it's blade, sending Axel soaring into a wall. The Chillripper was about to move in for the kill…

Until a massive geyser of water blasted it away. Axel watched in disbelief as the water twisted and danced in the air, making swirls and patterns as it weaved through the freezing air. He just sat there dumbfounded for a few minutes, until Demyx snapped.

"MOVE, DAMMIT!" the Melodious Nocturne spat weakly at the highest volume his lungs would allow. Axel cringed, he had never heard Demyx get this worked up before. He snapped back to reality and charged towards the Chillripper, blasting it with fire as Demyx bended the water around Axel to act as a shield and to trip up the Chillripper. Axel slashed at it's face, creating an opening for Demyx. Demyx used his water powers to create a giant, beautiful, yet deadly wave and sent it crashing through a massive glass door and onto the outside balcony. The water that splashed against the floor was the thing that brought Axel back to reality.

Axel rushed to Demyx and winced at the site of him. The musician's face was now pale as a sheet and his lips were blue. He looked like he was on his deathbed. Using his Pyrokinisis, he defrosted the ice around the left side of his teammate's body. Demyx fell limply onto the floor, moaning.

"Hang in there, Ok?" urged Axel, taking what was left of his Hi-Potion out of his bag, "Just for a little longer."

He poured the small green liquidy remedy down his comrade's throat, waiting ten seconds for the effects to kick in. Demyx's wounded flesh knitted itself together a little. A thin layer of skin now covered the diagonal gash that stretched from his right cheek to the left side of his forehead, and the cut on his chest now was much thinner and mostly no more blood came from it. The cold air had been a blessing in disguise. Had Demyx received this beating in a warmer temperature, he would've lost a lot more blood. Demyx quiveringly stood up on his wobbly legs, struggling to stay conscious. Axel held him for support.

"D'we kill it?" he asked, groggily, gaining a bit of Axel's pity.

Another inhuman shriek answered them.

"Goddamn it, why won't that thing die?" asked Demyx feeling a bit of extra strength, finding himself being able to stand without Axel's support. That potion was a god-send. He now felt a little bit light-headed, but aside from that, he felt Ok enough to fight the thing.

The Chillripper staggered into the room. It's armour torn and ripped in places, causing some of the nothingness inside it to be released in a black mist. It was glistening wet with water and it's helm was heavily dented. It writhed with rage at the two of them, and let loose another shriek of agony and loathing.

It charged for the final time, but in a twist, Axel charged as well, throwing his Chakrams at it's feet knocking it off guard. Demyx then jumped and smashed in its face with his sitar. He leapt back and landed on his shaking legs, and manipulated ALL the water in the room, creating a colossal serpent that swirled and twisted, taking up nearly a whole half of the enormous room: And blasted it at the Heartless.

The Chillripper plunged it's blades into the floor, trying to keep itself from being blasted away by the intense torrent of powerful water, but it was no use. It went flying backwards out the window in the massive cascade, fell thirty feet and landed on the stone courtyard below with sickening crunch. Axel didn't need to look out the window to see if it was dead or not. It was no big secret that thing wasn't alive anymore. He turned to Demyx.

"Well, that was an unexpected amount of action…" he joked, trying to make light of the situation, until he noticed Demyx's unconscious body lying face-first on the icy floor.

A/N: DUNDUNDAAAAAAA! :O Alright, for starters, I'd like to apologise for taking so long to update this story. You see, I had so many ideas as to how to continue with this! First, I wanted it to be a recon mission with Demyx and Xigbar, then, I wanted a mission in Twilight Town where Demyx bumped into Namine, without recognizing her and spending the day with her as a happy/comedic/heart-warming chapter. THEN, it was going to be mission in a jungle! Eventually though, I decided to have the story go like this, because it'll fit with how I want to start the first chapter. Hopefully, the wait won't be as long as for this one, so you people won't get a murder riot together and try to murder me. So, anyways, bye for now! :3