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Author's Notes: As I said before, I'm just the Demyx, so everyone else in this was played by Ramen. This is also quite short, and probably a sharp ending..I dunno. I can't really think of anything to say other than I hope you enjoyed this story...

Surprise!: The story is actually kind of flowing! Amazing, I know

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ending.

Last chapter, yay...Don't kill me for the ending, PLEASE!

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Demyx was actually happy to go to school, and had been looking forward to Monday because he would get to see Zexion again. The mullet boy actually found someone who wasn't in some way redundant, and he enjoyed his time with the smaller boy so much he had actually forgotten about his precious doll Vincent. However, after constant searching for the other, he couldn't find the other anywhere. Reasoning that Zexion wouldn't be absent on just the second week of school, he ran to his group of friends, smiling with ease though his eyes were slightly clouded with worry, "Hey, have you guys seen Zexion anywhere? I mean, he's usually here by now, but I can't seem to find him!"

Said group was busy sitting around a certain redhead who was leaning on a table, waving his hands around and describing something he did in some country that weekend. "It was awesome!" he grinned before turning to Demyx. He simply rose a brow to him before shaking his head. "What are you talking about, Dem? Who's 'Zex. . . something or another'?" The rest of the group waited, wondering if Demyx had made another imaginary friend up; he was kind of slow that way.

The boy didn't find Axel being clueless at all strange, but tilted his head when everyone else looked at him oddly, "Um...It's Zexion, not 'something or another'...That be a terrible name, anyways!" Shaking his head, he quickly got back on subject, "what do you mean 'What am I talking about'! Zexion's the guy I've been hanging out with all of last week, remember? That's why I wasn't around the whole time..." His little grin weakened a bit, but he held strong to his mask, not wanting to show off any emotion other than the happy boy he was in their eyes.

Still, they stayed silent, staring blankly at him as Axel was about to say something before someone else spoke up. "Demmy, hun," a blonde girl said, standing up. She came to Demyx's shoulder in height, and stared up at him with a slightly worried expression. "You were with us all week. You were pretty quiet, always sitting at that table over there and staring off into space." She wove her hand behind her in some direction, but kept her gaze on the boy. It seemed liked she was the only one that was truly worried about Demyx, while the others were thinking otherwise.

Finally, the mask fell and shattered to pieces as he gave her an extreme look of disgust, rage hiding in his usually clear sea-green eyes. "Wh-what do you mean? I...I was with him all last week, a-and...And we went to the park together Saturday, and I saved him from a dog! And..." The hatred was flushed away by hysteria of some sort, even himself unsure of what emotion he felt. Now that his mask was broken, Demyx felt so many feelings beginning to overpower his control, "Zexion! Zexion has that lilac-ish hair that goes over one eye, and blue eyes, and...and...He's kind of short, and really stubborn! How can you lie to me when it's been the happiest I've ever been since my mother died!?"

The outbreak of sudden emotion caught all of them off guard, the blonde taking a slight step back. She knew he wouldn't do anything to harm her; he was too nice and pure-hearted for that, but even so, this was the first time she - or anyone for that manner - had seen the boy mention his mother's death in such a way. Normally, when she was mentioned, Demyx would talk about her with a smile, not yell out like any heartbroken child would do. But that's what he was, a child who missed his mother. She didn't know who he was talking about, and it might break his heart more if she said as much. Lucky for them, the bell rang, and they all left with 'I'm sorrys' and the occasional hug.

Unlike his usual self, the dirty blonde didn't do a thing to return the hugs, nor did he respond to any apology. Clenching his fists, Demyx gritted his teeth together, doing everything he could to not cry and curse and blame everything for all that has happened to him. Why were they acting like they didn't know who Zexion was!? Were they seriously that self-centered and bratty!? He was incredibly quiet during his first class, but during second period he finally lashed out at the student who was unfortunate enough to have the same class, "What the Hell is wrong with you!?" he screamed, glaring daggers at Axel, "damn it, I seriously can't believe you! I thought you were my friend!" Axel could only stare blankly as Demyx ran off. He was his friend . . . wasn't he?

At home Luxord had a day off, and he was quite surprised to see his nephew home so early. "Dem? What's wr–," Being pushed past didn't stop the blonde from following the boy to the room, standing by the slammed door. He stood there for a second or two before knocking on it lightly, "Hey kid, are you okay? What's wrong Dem . . . Please, let me in . . . I haven't seen you like this before, you've got to tell me what's going on with you . . ."

The musician remained silent, trying to catch his breath as he sat against the door, throat burning slightly. Though he was still heaving a bit, he was able to speak clearly finally after a few minutes of listening to Luxord coaxing him to talk or open the door, "You..You remem..remember Zex..ion, r-right Lux?" If his so called friends were going to be infuriating and act like they don't know Zexion, at least Demyx could depend on his uncle. The man had been there for the boy after every tragedy, so this shouldn't make it any different. Come to think of it...On his way here, the house that Zexion lived in had strange people moving into it. Looking down, he growled lowly to himself and looked at the door with an acid glare, "You know he's real, and you really did meet him Saturday...Right, Luxord?" Demyx used a foreign, dark voice, and the name was sort of spat out.

Luxord slid down, falling down to his knees on the carpet. He leaned his forehead against the wood, sighing deeply. What was this? What was Demyx trying to pull on him? "Dem . . . What are you talking about? You weren't home on Saturday . . . You called saying you were staying the night at one of your friend's house . . . What's really going on? What happened to you? Please tell me . . ." He couldn't help that his worry for Demyx grew more and more by the second. Through everything, all their tragedies, not once had he seen Demyx so upset so of course it made him worry to no end.

At that moment, he was ready to break something. "Why is everyone lying to me?! I didn't stay at anyone's house! Zexion came over, and you shook his hand and called him adorable, and me and him watched a movie!! Then...I took him home, and hung out with him all of yesterday! Do you think this is funny!? Did everyone randomly say, 'Oh, let's make Demyx miserable!' or something!?" The usually happy boy gripped his hair tightly, clenching his eyes and hunching over as he let out a chain of curses, none really aimed at anyone but still rather uncharacteristic nonetheless. "I know he's real! I know he is! I didn't make him up! I'm...I'm not crazy..."It was almost as if what his 'father' said before was true, and Demyx really was a mental case.. "NO! I'm not crazy!! I'm not!"

The man lifted his head. "Demyx, calm down! Just let me in, no one's trying to make you miserable!" The boy's words were so jumbled up, he wasn't sure if he could make sense of anything he was saying. But the boy kept on, seeming to ignore whatever the elder was saying. Luxord knew that he needed to act quickly before the boy ended up hurting himself. He started pounding on the door, "Demyx, let me in!" he yelled.

"No!" The dirty blonde couldn't remember the last time he cried. His eyes stung from the action, and him yanking at his hair wasn't making him feel any better. As his uncle continued to yell and pound on the door, the boy continued to ignore him, thinking back to what the man who left him at age ten said, and to what he read in psychology. Fathers are supposed to have a huge affect in a child's lives... "Wh..What if it's his fault this is happening? What if he knew this would happen...You...You Decided This." As the acid tears kept falling, Demyx slowly relaxed as he laid his head against the door, staring at his ceiling through his blurred vision.

"I'm sorry, Luxord...I'll be okay...I'll behave, just stop banging on my door." When the noise subsided, the musician closed his eyes, losing his senses to everything around him so he could imagine him again. If he was imaginary all along, then Demyx might as well learn to let him go.

"Zexion...Thanks for being here when you did..."