001-Troubled

He had been gone for a long time now. According to Demyx though, it had only been a month. Only a month? Why did it feel like a year had passed?

The Orginization had changed after He left. There was no one to pull pranks with him, no one to help him kill Demyx...he felt alone. Well, no, not really, he couldn't feel alone. Nobodies don't have hearts.

Or do they? All he knew was that whenever he was with Him, he felt like he had a heart, or at least a shadow of one. But now that He was gone...well, he was now on a personal vendetta to find him and bring him back. But so far, no luck.

Until, one day, he was sitting in his room, polishing his chakrams, when a dirty blonde whur broke through his door and collasped in a gasping heap by his feet.

"Damn it Demyx," he yelled, glaring down at the blonde. "Haven't you ever heard of knoc-" "WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT," snapped Demyx, surprising him. Slowly, Demyx stood, leaning on the edge of his bed for support, and looked up at him, and he saw that the sitar-playing Nobody's blue eys were extremely wide. "Demyx," he said slowly. "What's wrong?" Demyx took a deep shaky breath, and said,

"Xemnas is looking for you. They've found Roxas."

~Owari