Let's be honest, no matter how much everyone wants me to own Disney or Square Enix, it'll never happen, and believe it or not, it might be for the best that I don't own it. I would screw the company by investing everything we had into the Hot Pocket companies.

The Organizations Problem

Chapter 5

Guys, this chapter might be a little longer than the other ones, mostly due to the amount of content I wanted all of you to get. BTW this chapter is not considered funny. It will most likely be one of the only serious chapters in the entire story. Enjoy.

Yesterday, Demyx, all alone in the Castle That Never Was, decided that he might as well pay a visit to the once wonderful world, Hollow Bastion, previously known as Radiant Garden. He preferred the latter of the names.

He opened a Dark Corridor, one of the large, black, extended spheres that lead into somewhere else, and he stepped through, right on front of the small apartment that had been rented out to eight people: Leon, Aerith, Yuffie, Cloud, Tiffa, Cid, Merlin, and a Moogle that looked like Xaldin.

But Demyx wasn't in the mood to pick on the dwellers. He proceeded to his favorite place in this world, The Baily. The Baily was a tiny rift in the blue rocks surrounding it. It had a beautiful mosaic tiled floor, though broken into large chunks at places, and the ruins of large, white, marble pillars that had long-since been abolished. At one point, the area might have once been a place of worship or the center of a large fountain, or a wedding ground.

Demyx liked the blue tiles of the Baily, because they reminded him of water. Water was soft, like a bed, and water couldn't hurt him, like a friend. Water was Demyx's friend. His only real friend. Ever since Demyx had become IX of Organization XII, all his partners had done is make fun of his sitar, and his mullet, and his love of H2O. It wasn't his fault though, he had been born into a nobody with water, and music.

Demyx was found as a simple nobody, floating on a sea of nothingness. When he awoke, all heard for the next few days while he wandered the dark beaches of nothingness was soft, sweet music. And still, to this day, though he could hear the world, it was still just white noise. Maybe that's why people thought he was stupid. Because he couldn't hear, he couldn't know what people were saying, and when he said, "What" to a question at the Organization, he was called an idiot. A Lower Intelligence.

Demyx hadn't gotten very much rest lately, and when he had reached the Baily, he released a loud, distracting yawn.

"Maybe," Demyx thought, "I can take a quick nap. Then… I can do something important. I'll go meet someone new." And Demyx lied down in the center of the mosaic circle, resting his head on the dense, hard, yet fairly comfortable, floor. He soon drifted into the realm of the dreams and fantasies.

A female voice cut through his dream. It sounded familiar. Maybe it was a friend of his Other. It started talking.

Hey, Dyme, I've been thinking… about what you said earlier.

The voice was high, but not annoying. And, as she kept speaking, the audio was joined by a visual of a striking young woman. She had shoulder-length, jet black hair, a dazzlingly white smile, and she was beautiful. She possessed wrinkleless, spotless skin, that looked like if had been any fairer, it would be silk. They were in The Baily, and it was… intact. The mosaic showed pictures of the sea and the moon. And the pillars, they were almost as stunning as the woman in front of him. Twenty feet high, and made from absolutely sparkling grey and navy-blue marble.

Then, he heard his own voice, except maybe two or three years' worth of puberty squeakier.

Yeah, and will you do it? Said himself.

Dyme. You know how much I love you, don't you? She asked him with a polite seriousness.

Well, that depends. If you love me like I love you, I must be a pretty good person. Dyme said. Heh, good one, Dyme. Real smooth. (AUTHORS NOTE: I will be doing more of these. When the Other talks, I will be using the Others name, not the Organization's name.)

Dyme, all joking aside, if you love me, really love me, as much as I love being with you, then, ask me one more time. Like you did before.

Dyme took a knee, and out of his blue-jean pocket, he pulled out a satin covered jewelry box. He slowly opened the box, revealing a long, pearl necklace, and a small, eight karat diamond ring. He gently tugged the ring out of the box, and help it up for the woman to see. He took a big gulp of his own saliva before talking.

Maria Thistle, would you do me the honor, of letting me be with spend the rest of my worthless life with you, the most beautiful person in the world?

Not even being done saying this, Dyme broke down into tears, but wiped them clean, waiting for his love's answer. Maria had also burst into a happy fit of crying. She calmed her breathing, closed her hands over her mouth.

Yes. She said, nearly choking on a lump in her throat. Dyme and she hold back the waterworks no longer. The both sank to the floor.

After a few minutes of the crying, they both gathered their composure, and exited The Baily, Dyme's left hand enclosed around Maria's right. Though it was in first person, he could tell that Dyme was grinning wildly.

Then, the image blurred, like being washed away. Now, he was back at the Baily, except it had been decorated. All around and tied to the pillars were streamers of white and gold and blue. He was standing at the base of two stairs that lead up to an alter and a minister. All in front of him, there were now pews placed at the entrance of the Blue Rift. There were people almost falling out of the pews, they were so overstuffed.

Dyme was wearing a black tuxedo, and the slightly shorter man next to him wore something similar. After a few moments, an organ started to softly play "Here Comes the Bride" He looked at the entrance of The Baily, as did all the pew sitters.

And there, walking down the aisle, dressed in a white dress, a veil covering most of her face from view, was Maria. Dyme took a big swallow of spit as Maria drew closer to him. Though her face was a blurr, he could tell that she was smiling as she final settled next to him.

The minister cleared his throat.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony; which is an honorable estate, instituted of God in Paradise, and into which holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined."

"Therefore if any man can show any just cause, why they may not un-lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace."

No one raised a hand. (Guys, sorry 'bout this, but I'm going to skip to where they're almost done talking.)

…

The Minister cleared his throat again.

"Do you take Dyme Silto to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Maria gave a look of uncertainty at Dyme, but it turned into a grin. She looked at the Minister again, and said with confidence, "I do."

Then the Minister rotated himself until he faced Dyme. Someone in the pews started hearing a river that had never existed before.

"And do you take Maria Thistle to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Before Dyme could answer though, the friends and family in the pews had turned to find the sound of the river. But as it got louder and louder, everyone could tell something was wrong. But, what came through the entrance was a tidal wave.

As it hit the alter, almost all the pews and decorations had already been swept off a cliff by the power of the currents. It seemed that Maria had been able to swim over to a large rock, and was now hanging on for dear life. But Dyme, it seemed, was not so lucky. He had been hit with one of the pews, and now was barely conscious.

Seconds before he was swept off of the cliff, half dead, Dyme did all he could to say the last two words he would ever be able to give to his beloved.

"I do!" He tried to swim to her, but he was already off the cliff, falling and thirty-two feet per second. Then, he started to hear music. It was soft and sweet, like warm honey… like water.

A voice broke through his dream. It was familiar.

"Hey. Hey guy, you're sleeping on a rock." It said. So familiar.

He opened his eyes.

"Hey, you're awake. You've been sleeping on that rock all day." She said. Then, Demyx saw her.

"Maria!" She stared at him for a second.

"How did you know my name?" she asked suspiciously.

"It's Dyme! It's Demyx! It's me." She gave him another stare. Though, this one said, "You're crazy."

"Dyme? Demyx? Sorry guy, but, if I knew you, I don't remember. I lost all of my memory a few years ago."

"So… so you don't remember me at all?" Demyx asked pleadingly.

"I' sorry, but, I don't. But, if you'd like to, we could be friends again." She stuck out her hand, ready for Demyx to shake it. He gave her a big, toothy grin and closed his eyes. He shook her hand softly.

He looked up at the sky.

"Oh, hell! Sorry for having to run, but I gotta go. I hope I see you again, Maria!" He ran out of the Baily, leaving his tiled floors and crush columns. He quickly opened a Dark Corridor and stepped through… right into the Dining Room.

"Why Demyx," asked Namine, about to start handing out spaghetti, "Where've you been all day? The toilet got clogged."

He gave her a bit of a joking frown.

"Sorry. I was at a wedding."

"Awe. I love weddings. Who was the lucky couple?"

"Heh. Namine, they were both old friends."

Well, guys, here's Chapter Five. Feel free to ask questions about this one, 'cause I'm ready to answer. There is not reference in this chapter, so no Radically Forbidden shout-out. Guys, remember to read and review. Especially review, because the reviews are my ONLY motivation for writing. Thanks, and I'll see you in the next chapter,

RFPR