These are some older stories that I wrote way before 358/2 Days came out. If anything's wrong, please keep that in mind! Anyway, first part: "My name was Ela Hisaki. Got it memorized? I lived in Twilight Town. Sunset Terrace, to be exact, with a mother who worked in the bake shop and a father who worked at the garage. They were nice enough parents, but they weren’t around all that often. Just enough so that I can remember the way the smell of Mom’s cooking would fill the house whenever something special was going on (and let me tell you how thankful I am that all Hisakis have a freakishly fast metabolism), and how Dad would always stomp in, talking at the top of his booming voice about some trolley engine that just wouldn’t run or something. I wasn’t always known for my flaming red hair, either. It used to be black, straight, and shiny, falling to my shoulders so that, more than once, I was mistaken for a girl. It used to drive me crazy, and by the time I was in kindergarten, I started beating up kids at school for saying I looked girly. Not enough to cause any lasting damage, but just enough to get me sent to the principal’s office and get me labeled a troublemaker, a title I took pride in even after kids learned their lesson and stopped calling me Ella. I may have had issues behaving myself at school when I was younger, but when I was almost ten, my parents came home with some news that scared me at first, but led to the best thing that ever happened to me. “Ela,” I can still hear my mom saying sweetly, her slanted green eyes that I had inherited glowing with excitement. “Your father and I have something to tell you.” I had paled, knowing from the way they were looking at each other, and how they had just gotten back from the doctor, that this was going to be big. Mom’s smile widened until she could no longer contain her excitement. “We’re going to have another baby!” The news that I was going to have a little brother or sister was taken just like any other kid who knows their life is going to be turned upside down. I turned sulky and resentful at the prospect of having to share the already limited attention I got from my parents with my new sibling, especially because the age difference was so big. But all that changed nine months later in Twilight Regional Hospital. My new sister’s name was Lea. The minute I saw her tiny, wrinkled pink face peeking up at me from in my mom’s arms, I knew I was going to love her. My mom let me hold her, and I saw that Lea had gotten most of her features, just like me— same ski-slope nose, same slanted eyes that were already turning green, same pointed face…. She looked up at me, and I felt her tiny hand grab onto my long hair. I laughed in surprise and said, “Hi, Lea. I’m your big brother.” Time went by, and Lea grew. Since our parents worked so much, the task of raising her fell mostly on my shoulders from the time she was four and I was fourteen. This gave us plenty of time to grow extremely close, so we didn’t mind in the least. I would pick her up from Sunset Smiles, the local daycare, or, later, Twilight Elementary, and we’d walk for the rest of the day, just talking. “Ela?” she’d say, her big green eyes full of wonder, her hand clutching mine for dear life as we crossed the trolley tracks. “Why were you in trouble again today?” Yes, even in middle and high schools, I never got over my tendency to get in trouble. I guess some of that got carried over… later… when everything became more serious and caused me to become an assassin, but you already knew that. I’d look down at her and smile mischieviously. “You know how it is. Some kid gets on your nerves enough and you just wanna blow them to smithereens. Since you don’t have any dynamite, you’ve just gotta punch them right in the face.” Lea would giggle, and we’d go on. You know, in retrospect, I probably wasn’t the best influence, but Lea never showed my behavioral problems, so it really wasn’t a big deal. When I was fifteen, I got my first chakrams, made from some pieces of scrap metal from Dad’s work and his friend at the weapon’s shop. Mom frowned on the idea of giving me a weapon, let alone two with such sharp points, but I promised to leave them home during school and only use them to practice and for self-defense, a promise I only broke once or twice when some little jerk-in-training named Seifer was threatening to beat up my sister, and she allowed me to use them. By the time summer had come, I was already good enough a fighter to enter the Struggle tournament. I remember entering the Sandlot, electric blue bat slung over my shoulder carelessly as I faced down some little neighborhood punk. I saw Lea with my parents in the crowd, cheering, “Ela! Ela!” Then the referee would yell, “Let’s Struggle!” and I would dodge and parry the kid’s attack until I could get in with a vicious combo that left me with almost every single orb. This continued with different opponents until I had moved up the ranks and had the Four-Crystal Trophy and Champion Belt in hand. Not only did I win the tournament that one summer, but for every summer up to my nineteenth, totaling in four straight years of victory. It wasn’t like I wasn’t planning on going for it that year. I distinctly remember the day when Lea (who was nine that year) and I were walking through the Terrace, headed home after our usual exploring. We had gone through an alley as a shortcut, and when we passed a Struggle poster, Lea asked me, “Ela, are you going out for the Struggle again this year?” “What, four years in a row aren’t enough for you?” I had joked. “I like watching you fight!” Lea said indignantly, nearly dropping the bar of sea-salt ice cream she was holding. “Lea, I was kidding.” Lea had blushed, and tried to imitate the superior, haughty way I held myself. It didn’t work, but you’ve gotta give an A for effort. “I knew that.” I laughed a little and continued like my sister hadn’t interrupted. “Of course I’m going out for it again. I’ve gotta defend my title, don’t I?” “True,” said Lea, sticking her popsicle back into her mouth as we kept walking. We hadn’t gotten very far when a bunch of tiny black creatures materialized in front of us, blocking our way. I learned later they were called Shadows… Heartless. I heard Lea whimper and hide behind me as I whipped out my chakrams to try and get rid of them. “What are they?” Lea asked, terrified. “I don’t know,” I replied, “but I don’t think they’re going to leave us alone any time soon!” I hurried into the fray, cutting down the circle of Heartless that had surrounded her, but more started to come, and I knew what I had to do. “Lea, get goin’!” I ordered. “Why?” “Don’t ask, just do it!” I snapped, a little harsher than I’d meant to. I had to protect my sister at all costs… even if that cost was my heart and the life I had led up until then like it turned out to be. “I don’t want to leave you!” Lea cried. I fought my way over to her and grabbed her shoulder in one hand while the other continued to slash at the Heartless with my chakram. “Lea, listen to me. I don’t want you getting hurt. Go home,” I repeated. “I’ll handle them.” “What if they hurt you?” Lea squeaked. Looking back, I think Lea knew a little more about the Heartless than your average nine-year-old. “I’ll be fine,” I said, even though I wasn’t sure if I would survive even then. “I’ll meet you at home.” Like I said, I didn’t know about this, but I was more worried about my precious sister’s life than my own. “Promise?” asked Lea. “Promise,” I lied. As I jumped back into the fray, I heard Lea’s feet against the stone as she ran home, and that was the last I ever saw of her. I fought long and hard, until the Shadows knocked me to the ground and dug their sharp claws into my skin. There was no blood, but my heart flew out of my chest where the Heartless had struck, and as my vision faded into darkness, I choked, “Lea…. I’m… sorry….” I came to in a white room, and immediately noticed that I was surrounded by people. “Where… am I...?” I murmured, trying to sit up, but every muscle in my body screamed in protest. Strange… I was never this sore after a fight. Then again, I usually fought against humans…. “Who are you?” “Welcome to the Organization,” said a man with blue hair longer than mine in a flat monotone.“As for who we are… perhaps we should ask you the same thing.” The other six nodded in agreement. I started to answer, but stopped, wondering why I almost said Axel. “Still can’t find it?” said a surfer dude kind of guy with a long, greasy black ponytail streaked with white, an eyepatch, and a deep scar on his cheek. “Don’t worry, you’ll find it eventually.” “Yes,” agreed the blue haired man. “In the meantime, tell us what happened to you to bring you here.” I closed my eyes, trying to remember something besides the fact that my head felt like I’d been hit by an elephant attatched to a tractor trailer. Not that I would actually know what that would feel like (and if you do, my sympathies), but you get the idea. “I was attacked by these black creatures while I was trying to protect my sister….” I sat bolt upright, and vaguely noticed that my long hair had turned from black to bright red. What. The. Hell. “Lea! How is she? Did she get out okay?” A boy— not a man, a boy, even younger than me, with long purple hair covering one side of his face stepped forward. “If Lea is your sister, she’s fine. No harm has come to her.” I fell back against my pillows, but my relief only lasted for a second before I thought of something else. “I’ll never be able to see her again… will I?” “Not until you retrieve your heart,” boomed a deep, slow voice from a man with long silver hair and glowing orange eyes. “Here we go again,” muttered the man with the eyepatch. “You have become a Nobody,” continued the man with the really slow voice dramatically. “Your heart has been stolen away by the Heartless, and you are now an empty shell, left to hover forever between light and darkness. However, there yet remains a glimmer of hope.” He turned to the window, and I could see the heart-shaped moon that hovered above. “Kingdom Hearts! When it is complete, our hearts will return to us, and we will once more prevail in our human forms!” What? I’d lost my heart? How was that even possible? Besides that, I’d have to leave my little sister alone except for our almost estranged parents until this Kingdom Hearts thing was complete? “How could this happen to me?” I murmured, more to myself than anything. “The Heartless were attracted to the darkness in your heart,” explained an elderly man with long, dirty blonde hair and the most annoying nasal voice I’d ever heard in my life. “What darkness?” Yeah, I wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t like I was on Twilight Town’s Most Wanted list! “There is darkness within every heart,” said the old guy with the annoying voice. “The Heartless will stop at nothing to eat that darkness, and with it… they swallow your heart.” “So, have you found your name yet?” asked a large man whose huge, thick sideburns and black dreadlocks made him look like the son of Medusa and a gorilla. Fear the mental images. This time, I let the weird name fall from my lips. “Axel,” I said, then I added something that I’d always said back home to annoy Lea… until she’d started saying it herself. “Got it memorized?” If you’re wondering about Ela’s hair not being red, Kairi’s a redhead and Namine’s a blonde, Sora’s a brunette and Roxas is a blonde. So, I didn’t fall to tradition and make Ela a redhead! And he doesn’t start spiking his hair until after all this. ‘Kay? And now for the second part! Umm… hi, I’m Dyme Kaitei, or at least I used to be, before I was attacked. They call me something different now, but I’ll get to that later. I’m from Atlantica, and not the tiny beach or the village past it. The land isn’t the real Atlantica. I’m really a merman, from the most beautiful part of the ocean you could imagine. Before I was born, a ship sunk and landed on a reef, and that’s where my mom and I lived for all my life. And my dad, too, until I was three, when he just swam out on us. Don’t feel too sorry for me, though, I didn’t know him very well. I don’t think Mom was ever the same again, though. Not that she was upset all the time. She used to live to sing along with my sitar, and sometimes she’d even dance. I always thought she had the most beautiful voice in the seven seas, even more beautiful than Princess Ariel’s herself. That is, until I was seventeen and I heard another voice singing on the reef. The song was about happiness, and the bright sunlight filtering through the water. Her voice was sweeter than anything you can imagine, and I fell in love with it before I even saw her (this happens a lot in Atlantica)… but she didn’t disappoint either. I poked my head out of the porthole, curious to see where that beautiful voice was coming from. What I saw was a mermaid about my age with colorful fish dancing around her, disappearing in the mass of golden blonde hair that, when it floated down, fell all the way to the bottom of her pale purple fin. I slipped through the porthole, so I could get a closer look at the beautiful girl. The clouds of her hair cleared away from her face and I saw bright purple eyes widen in shock when she noticed that she had an audience. The song stopped suddenly, and the fish darted back to their holes. It was official, I thought. I had the worst luck with mermaids. “Oh!” said the mermaid. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know anyone lived here! I’ll just… go… then….” “No!” I said, a little too quickly, because she turned around, head tilted slightly in curiosity. “Um, I mean… you can stay. I came out to listen, actually. I’ve never heard singing like that.” “Really?” Her face split into a smile at the compliment. “Thank you.” We were both silent for a slightly awkward moment. Gosh, she was pretty. “My name is Merydia, by the way. Merydia Ningyo.” Now I had a name! This was going well. “I’m… um…” And now it wasn’t. Why do I always stutter so bad when I talk to a girl? Her face was enough to make me forget my own name. “I’m…” … such a loser. “I’m Dyme Kaitei,” I managed to say. Finally. Merydia giggled. Well, at least she found the fact that I’m the biggest idiot in the seven seas funny instead of pathetic. “Pleasure to meet you,” she said, smiling. My face turned the color of a lobster. I wanted to say something… anything… something that could impress a girl like her…. “I play the sitar,” I blurted out before I could decide on something to say. Did I say I wanted to say anything? Well, what I meant was anything but that. “Really?” Merydia said sweetly, and she sounded genuinely interested, tilting her head a little bit so her golden hair fell to one side. “I’d like to hear you sometime.” This was officially going better than any other time I’ve tried talking to someone other than my mom. “Yeah,” I agreed. “M-maybe we could… um… duet, or... something….” I trailed off and swayed uncomfortably, trying not to let my hopes get too high. I have low self esteem. What can I say? The beautiful mermaid’s smile turned into a grin. “I’d like that.” “Really?!” I said happily. My heart is beating so fast it almost hurt, but it’s with happiness and something else…. “So… um… how about… tomorrow?” “Right here on this reef,” Merydia replied. “See you then?” I managed to say, holding my breath as I wait for her answer. Merydia nodded happily. “Bye!” I watched her swim off, hardly daring to believe what just happened. What could possibly be better than a pretty, sweet, talented mermaid saying she wanted to see me more than once? That pretty sweet, talented mermaid actually meeting me when she said she would! I was sitting on a rock, trying to remember the song she had been singing the day before, when I heard her voice, singing to the same tune, but now with words about new friendship and how happy she was to have met me. I continued playing, a grin spreading across my face that didn’t leave even after our song was finished. “That was…” I began. “Amazing,” finished Merydia. “You’re very good on that sitar.” I blushed. “You’re a really good singer, too.” “Isn’t everyone down here, though?” sighed Merydia. “You’re so lucky you can play something special. Something interesting.” “I think your voice is special,” I blurted. I moaned in embarrassment and hung my head. Could I be more of an idiot? Merydia laughed, but it wasn’t mean or anything, more like a reassurance that she didn’t think I was a total clownfish. “You’re sweet,” she said. “Sweet, talented… gosh, your girlfriend is one lucky mermaid.” “G-girlfriend?” I stuttered, turning even redder. Why would she think someone would want to be my girlfriend? “I don’t have a girlfriend.” “Really? That’s so hard to believe of someone like you.” “Someone like me?” I repeated. “Do you really think anyone would want a merman who’s weak and… and… only good for making music….” “You don’t believe that,” Merydia whispers. “I don’t believe that.” My heart pounded against my chest as I realized how close she was. Oh my gosh. Was she going to kiss me? No, as it turned out. Not yet. She pulled back, gasped, “I have to go,” and swam off, leaving me really confused. I don’t think I said anything bad… And, apparently, I didn’t. She kept coming to see me, and we’d swim together, all over the ocean, with no idea where we were going. We didn’t really, care, either, as long as we found our way home again, which wasn’t hard. The sea’s full of landmarks, you just have to know which corals you have to look for. One day, my hand involuntarily reached for hers while we swam. Realizing that my feelings for her were taking me over and mortified, I tried to pull it back, but Merydia smiled at me, and laced her fingers between mine. Maybe she really did love me, too. I was so lost in thought about maybe having a girl like me as more than that guy with the sitar that I totally lost track of where we were going until the dark sea and Merydia’s voice snapped me out of it. “Dyme?” she asked nervously. “Where exactly are we?” “I… don’t… know…” I said slowly, squeezing her hand a little tighter. “We’ve gone too far down.” We tried to swim closer to the light of the surface, but when the water turned black, that was usually not a good sign. It usually meant something bad lived there… something like…. “Squid!” we cried together. I let go of Merydia’s hand in terror as a swarm of foot-long creatures with sharp beaks and tentacles zoomed towards us, ready to tear us to pieces. I bet you didn’t know squid ate merpeople, did you? Well, now you do. One of them had just taken a bite out of one of Merydia’s flippers, and another was going for her face. I heard her scream before I saw it, but I swam as fast as my fins could carry me to stop them. I hit the squid at her face hard with my tail, stunning it and knocking it to the bottom of the sea, and grabbed Merydia’s hand. “Come on!” I cried, pulling her back towards the light, away from the squid. One beak slashed across my shoulder, but I swerved wildly to keep them away from her. After what seemed like years, the water turned blue again. “Are you all right?” I asked, breathless, as I swept a strand of my white-blonde mullet out of my eyes and looked at Merydia. Other than her torn flipper and a few scratches and bruises, she had gotten out of the attack totally unharmed, which was more than I could say with blood rising from my cut arm and floating all over the place. Still, she was pale and shaking so badly she could hardly float the right way. She didn’t answer me, but she flung her arms around me so hard I almost fell over and buried her face into my uninjured shoulder. “I was so scared,” she sobbed. I had no idea what to do here, but I held her close and pressed my face to the beautiful golden hair that was floating all around me. “I know…” I whispered soothingly. “It’s over, now, though, it’s okay….” “Thank you,” Merydia breathed, lifting her head slightly so I could see her purple eyes, tears still bubbling out of them. “You saved my life.” My breathing got a little heavier as I stroked her face, which was now closer to me than the day we dueted. This time, though, she closed the distance between us completely, lips pressed to mine, and I knew she returned my feelings. I held her to me and kissed her back, loving the fact that I didn’t have to hide the fact that I was so in love with her anymore. “I love you,” Merydia sighs once she’s pulled back. “I love you, too,” I replied, meaning every word. About a year or so later, Merydia and I were still together, never happier, and I knew that it was time I threw myself to the sharks. We’d found a beautiful grotto in the middle of an undersea gorge, which was where we’d always meet when we wanted to be alone together, and that’s where I was this particular day. I was pacing back and forth when she came in, and I’d never been so nervous, never. The clamshell in my hand wasn’t helping. Merydia must have noticed I was distracted, because after she kissed me hello, she asked, “Are you all right, darling?” “Yeah,” I said, but she wasn’t convinced, and I decided now it was sink or swim. “M-Merydia? Can I ask you something?” “Anything,” she replied, smiling. I took a deep breath and kneeled down on the rock in the middle of the cave, making sure she can see the polished white clamshell. Her eyes went wide, and her hand flew up to cover her mouth, but I could tell she was thrilled. “Merydia,” I began shakily. I took another breath to steady my voice as I began the most important question of my life. “I love you more than the ocean itself. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and to always be next to you, and to never have to be separated from you.” We all know how well that turned out, but more on that later. Tears bubbled all around Merydia, and I faltered slightly as I got to the point. “Will you… will you marry me?” I opened the clamshell to reveal the pearl I had found and set into a band of polished purple coral. “Yes,” Merydia choked. “Yes! I will marry you.” I grinned and put the ring down onto the rock so I could dart over to her, sweep her up into my arms, and kiss her for the longest time we’d ever kissed. It was the happiest day of my life. Too bad the wedding never happened. Nothing bad happened between us, if that’s what you’re wondering. It was the Heartless. We’d come into our grotto, as usual, and were just talking about the happy day that would happen two weeks from then. The day when Merydia Ningyo became Merydia Kaitei—my wife. “Can you believe our wedding is so soon?” asked Merydia, laying down on the rock in the middle and looking at her ring. “Two weeks,” I said, floating down to lay next to her and stroking her tail with the ends of my fins. “Not soon enough.” Merydia giggled and pulled her tail away-- she’d always been really ticklish on her tail. “As long as we have each other.” She leaned over to kiss my cheek, but I turned my head so she kissed my lips instead. She didn’t object, and I pulled her into my arms and twisted my tail around hers once we’d swam off the rock. We didn’t break what would be our last kiss until we heard the swish of intruding fins. I held Merydia even closer, hoping to protect her from the jellyfish that had appeared, and, more importantly, the creatures I’d never seen before, which were bright green and carried spears. I learned later (too much later) that the invaders were Heartless. They circled around us, and I cried, “Merydia, swim!” We tore towards the opening at the top of our cave, but two of the Screwdrivers (those were the green Heartless) had taken Merydia by the fins. “Dyme!” she screamed, helpless. I turned back around and grabbed something that looked like a weird, wooden sitar that some human had probably dropped from the surface so I could slam one of the creatures holding Merydia with it. It dropped towards the ocean floor, but even before I could hit the other Heartless, it was back, and this time, it stabbed Merydia in the heart with its spear. Blood filled the water, and Merydia drifted to the ocean floor. “MERYDIA!” I screamed, darting down to her as fast as my fins could carry me and catching her before she hit the sand. “No… no way… Merydia….” I was in a total state of shock. This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening.. . she couldn’t be… no…. But it was happening. The light was fading quickly from her beautiful purple eyes, and I’d never seen her so weak. This was all my fault, why did I have to be so slow, so weak? “I’m so sorry, Merydia,” I sobbed. “I could have stopped them, I should have—“ Merydia interrupted, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her face was twisted in agony, but she was holding on to life for me, a painful reminder that she wouldn’t have to be holding on to life if I’d been quick enough. “There was… nothing you could have done, Dyme.” Each pause was a short gasp of pain. “They were… after us… one of us would have died… no matter what….” “You’re not going to die,” I told her desperately, but I was wishing it more than actually believing it. Oh, this was all my fault! I pressed my hand to the wound, gently enough so I didn’t hurt her, but firmly so I could stop the blood. It didn’t work, but I kept my hand there, hoping that, by some miracle, that would change. “You’re going to be fine, we’re going to get married and—“ Merydia let out a soft sound that sounded almost like a weak shadow of her old silvery laugh and placed a shaking hand over mine. “It’s no use, darling… I’ve lost… too much… blood….” I felt her shudder, and her eyes closed. Oh no, I thought. What have I done? With her last breath, she whispered, “I love you, Dyme… goodbye.” And with that, she died in my arms. And all because I’m worthless. “Merydia?” I cried. “NO! No! No…” Heartbroken, unable to believe it, I kissed her lips, which were already pale and cold, crying harder than I’ve ever cried in either of my lives, grief and regret crashing over me like a tidal wave. Why did this have to happen? If I’d been stronger, Merydia wouldn’t have been killed… and I wouldn’t have blacked out when the Heartless came back for me. I woke up in a bedroom made completely of some kind of smooth white rock, and immediately screamed bloody murder. “HUMANS!” I shrieked, pointing at the nearest one, who had long purplish hair obscuring most of his face. “Let me go, let me back to the ocean, I have to get back—“ “Dude, relax,” said a human with striped black and white hair, a scar on his right cheek, and a patch over his left eye. “We’re not gonna hurt one of our own.” “One of your own?! What do you mean?! I’m a merman, I can’t—“ A human only a year older than me with spiky red hair shook his head. “There’s something you might wanna see.” He pulled down the sheets covering my fin, and I gasped. My fishtail was gone. In its place were two clumsy looking, human legs wrapped in black. “NO!” I wailed. After everything that had happened today, this was too much, too horrible to even think about… “NO WAAAYYYY!!!!” I collapsed against the pillows, sobbing, salt water running down my face instead of the bubbles I was used to. My whole mutilated body shook with misery. I had legs. I was human. I could never go back to Atlantica, my beautiful home. My entire life, Merydia, the ocean, my tail… in one short day, I had just lost everything. Finally, after the humans had watched me breaking down for who knew how long, one with long silver hair and glowing orange eyes spoke, very slowly. “You are now Number Nine in the Organization.” “The what?” “We are the Organization— a group of Nobodies who will stop at nothing to become whole, and to truly, finally exist!” The man grinned insanely, and I felt a twinge of fear and confusion. The redhead rolled his emerald eyes. “What he means is, you’ve lost your heart, and we’re gonna help you get it back. Got it memorized?” He tapped his head and walked over towards the bed where I lay, stunned at this revelation. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll even turn back into a fish.” I glared— that was one of the worst insults someone like me could hear. “I’m not a fish, I’m a merman. ‘Got it memorized?’ And what do you mean I’ve lost my heart?” A human with blue hair and pointed ears spoke up, his voice a low monotone. “Were you attacked by anything unnatural during your final moments in Atlantica?” “Yeah…” The details were a little fuzzy, after being hit with shock after shock like a million harpoons, but they were still there. “There were weird jellyfish sort of things… and green frog-human things with spears… the ones who… killed Merydia… my fiancée….” There was a horrible, aching emptiness inside me when I said her name. Was it my missing heart? No… it couldn’t be. If I lost my heart, I’d be dead… I’d be with her again. Clearly, I wasn’t that lucky. “Heartless,” the blue haired man said, nodding. “And judging by the murder, a brutal attack. They killed your lover, and stole away your heart. However, as the Superior said, there is hope.” “Kingdom Hearts!” boomed the silver haired man with the glowing eyes. “The place where all hearts are eventually returned to! Once we harness its power, our hearts will return to us, and we will finally be—“ “Yeah, yeah, we’ll finally be whole, complete beings instead of Nobodies, we all heard you the first time,” said the redhead impatiently. “You got a name, kid?” “My name… is… Demyx.” I don’t know where it came from, but from then on, it was stuck to me like a barnacle on a rock. They tell me I shouldn’t have feelings anymore, but I don’t believe it, because I still miss home, and, even more than that, I miss Merydia. Up here, they constantly say I’m weak and useless, and I think of her and can’t help but believe every word. I still can’t fight, either, and I wake up screaming every night, because I always dream about Merydia getting murdered because of me. Every morning, I think I’m going to wake up from this nightmare, but no… I’m still human, still trapped on the land… still alone. I’m still Demyx, just waiting to be turned back into Dyme. It hasn’t happened yet. Demyx's story is not changing for anything, even if it is slightly OOC after Days. It's my favorite thing I've ever written ^__^ I always thought he was using his chirpiness as a defense mechanism against his fear, and his uncertainty ("I told them they were sending the wrong guy....") was because the Organization is MEAN to him and he has no faith in himself after something horrible in his past (Merydia's death). It all fit together before Days!
i'm not necrobumping am i? ah whatever... your story is not bad to be perfectly honest but the font is coloured differently. i'm sorry for juding this though but in the dark days theme and blue letters can be a bit anonying for me to read. it's a good story but just the fonting colours is sort of a small issue nothing serious...
Nice, interesting take on Axel and Demyx. I almost cried during Demyx's story actually, he shouldn't have had to go through that.... aww, poor little dude. "Fear the mental images." That made me lol. Seriously. But I am having some trouble imagining Axel with black hair... but that is one of the things that makes it intersting for me to read. Anyway, I know you said you wrote this ages ago but.... any chance of Xigbar? xD
I loved both of those stories. Have to admit i preferred Demyx' story better though. But they all seem very realistic to me. Like that there might be the actual story. (I havent played 358/2 days yet since I live in Norway and the release date for Europe isnt before this friday. So your story might collide with that story, I dont know yet :P) But the matter of the fact is that I liked your stories. And seriously the part about Demyx not having any confidence touched me. Great story. Keep writing. I personally would love it if you eventually made a fan-fiction about Zexion too :D
Number72TheMonkey: Sorry! I was just trying to differentiate between Axel and Demyx— I changed my skin so I could see what you meant, then I changed the colors to make them a little less obnoxious. Let me know if you think it worked (I do)! axel-chanviii: I know, I went all emo while writing it, which is probably kind of sad, but whatever. I tried to get some of Axel’s snarkiness into his part, which is where that line came from (and I say it a lot, but we’ll skip over that….)—glad you liked it! I’m probably not going to do Xigbar, because I heard BBS is going to explain all of Ansem’s apprentices’ pasts, but I am trying to figure out a good story for Saix, Luxord, Marlxuia, and Larxene, so stay tuned anyway! Monument_X: I like Demyx’s better, too, so don’t worry about it. There’s just something about Twilight Town that just doesn’t make for an interesting story :/ 358/2 Days kind of messed with Demyx’s character, which annoyed me, but I’m sticking with this story because I like it and because he’s still barely in the game (which also annoys me). I’m definitely going to keep writing, but I probably won’t do Zexion—like I said above, I don’t want to mess with stuff that’s going to be explained fully in BBS with Xehanort and all that. Sorry!
