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Demyx had been wandering lost for days and days. He had no idea where he was or what in the hell he was doing. But he had found himself in a place of sorts. He had wandered into Garden territory unknowingly. What had fascinated him even more was the fact that this place had a huge water fountain in the middle of building. Meaning that if had to fight his way out this place, he could pull the water from any point in the building and his sitar could take care of the rest for him. Relief washed through him at the realization. But what intrigued him the most was the different colored markings on the floor of this place. The blue markings took him to the library.

"Boring," he muttered.

Demyx continued on his path and came across the green markings on the floor. Almost stumbling over his long robes, he quickly recovered and wandered in past the metal doors. He then came across Axel and some kids. Frowning, he pulled his sitar off his back. Not knowing what exactly is going on and wanted to be prepared for anything.

"What are you up too?!" Demyx demanded of Axel.

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Alex let the kid down as they exited the training center, only to look up and see a familiar face. "Dude, now look who crawled out of a dark pit. " He ushered the kids on, glancing down at the drawn weapon, giving a laugh. "What you going to do, Demyx, bore me to death with your songs? Seriously! You know you suck at fighting." He licked his lips and pulled out one of his charkrams. "Really want to try me out?"

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Demyx laughed at Axel's joke and put his sitar away. Demyx held his hands up to the other member of the Organization.

"No thanks," he commented. "I didn't know what was going on, so I wanted to be prepared."

He looked around the training center window to watch the fiends walking all over the place. He shrugged.

"How have things been?" He asked.

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"Good. I found Roxas." He rubbed the back of his neck, putting away the chakram. "How did you survive? How did you get back? How did you survive all this?" He looked up, grinning suddenly. "Nice to see someone from the Organisation."

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Demyx rubbed the back of his neck as well, and chuckled sheepishly. He looked around nervously before answering, not sure he could trust this place.

"That's a secret," he said. "But it wasn't easy, I spent a lot of time down, but everything's changed now. I'm back on my feet. How's Roxas?"

He dropped his hand to his side and took more of the Garden. It seemed peaceful enough.

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"Yeah, me to dude. It was hell to get back here." He shrugged, his organisation coat open to reveal him wearing a light blue t-shirt underneath together with dark blue pants.
"Roxas is good. He is almost as tall as me now. Little bugger have grown. He and Sora is separated somehow. They are both here at the same time, and Sora is .. still himself."

The flamehaired man stuck his hand in his pocket, sighing. "Lets go to my room, that way we don't have all the kids staring."

Indeed the passing young SeeD cast the two odd looks as they walked.

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Demyx was slightly embarrassed when he noticed that Axel was wearing clothes underneath the inky-blackness that was apart of their daily lives. He hoped that Axel wouldn't disrobe or something along those lines and expect Demyx to follow suit... because that would be embarrassing.

"Sure," Demyx chimed. "So what is this place?" He asked as the walked along the Garden.

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Axel showed him down the halls towards the dorm, entering into the one he had been given. "Its a mercenary training facility. Its called Balamb Garden, and is run by a Commander Squall Leonhart. That is Leon for us, Sora's friend. " He spoke as they walked. "Im here to look after Roxas. "

To bad for Demyx, Axel did indeed take his black cloak off, hanging it up, as the temperature in the room was way hotter then the one in the training centre. The shirt and pants looked good on the redhead. "What you doing here?"

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Demyx leaned against the small desk in the room and shrugged his shoulders, hands in the air, shaking his head.

"You wouldn't believe it..." Demyx began, making a dramatic story up. Well, it was the truth, just with a flair. "I honestly don't know how I made it... or how I ended up here... I just woke up in a strange place, and began wandering around. I have no clue as to where I am or to where the others are."

When Demyx finished his story, he just folded his arms and looked around the room. It was simple with the basic needs. It was practically perfect for the Nobody's.

"Its good that you have something to do... I'd hate to see what'd really happen if you were bored..." Demyx commented playfully.

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Axel raised an eyebrow at the story, smirking wide. "Dude, I'm not that bad. Okay, so maybe I am, but still. I'm careful. Ill be tossed head first out of here if I get into trouble, so I have to play nice." he scowled a bit, sitting down on the bed. "I dont know if anyone else of the Organisation live."

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A good seven or eight yards away from the two Nobodies, a Corridor of Darkness would begin to form. It would likely have a slightly different feel than the other two, but the vibe of the Corridor would certainly have a familiar feeling that, if the two had any sense of a memory. As a figure came forth, the figure would be hazy; almost inconspicuous at first, but the clarity would be much more favorable as the Corridor disappeared behind the youthful Nobody.

Zexion lowered his hood almost immediately, slightly agitated to see one of the Nobodies that had tried to kill him at Castle Oblivion, as well as the Nobody that blatantly looked like a ripoff of David Bowie. "Why am I not surprised to see either of you?" Zexion said quietly, deterring slightly from his normal politeness, though certainly not in a hostile way. His hair covering one of his eyes, he brushed it slightly to the side with one of his gloved hands, and promptly crossed his arms in a perturbed manner.

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Axel swirled around, tencing visably by seeing the man who he had made replica Riku 'kill' His eyes furrowed, and he remained in his defencive pose.

"Zexion." He nearly spat, drawing his chakram from his place, ready to fight. "Seems we are all gathering again, hmm? Out seeking revenge?" He was like a bowstring ready to release his arrow, his eyes narrowed in a hostile look. He did not want Zexion to catch him by surprise with his little mind tricks.

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Demyx tensed visibly. He didn't reach for his sitar but he stood up attention really quickly. He held his hands up in defeat.

"Um, can't we just play nice?" Demyx said. "Why are you here Zexion?"

Demyx then reached for his sitar, ready for anything at this point. His memories were still hazy. He remembered faces and names. Not the stories behind. But he picked up the hostility that was in the room and quickly went to defend himself for anything. Because he had a secret up his sleeve that he didn't think anyone new about in the Organization, he intended to keep it to himself, but that wasn't case when he needed to be stronger to defend himself. He liked being a joke and the butt-end of the conversations for a reason.

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"Is this really necessary?" Zexion asked politely, though he was more than willing to defend himself should the need arise. Though, at this point, his lexicon was already in his hand.

"Look at the two of you..." he said quietly, looking from Axel to Demyx to Axel again. "You dress in the garb of the Organization, yet you're ready to kill me. How ironic it is, then, that the entire Organization is alive and well, and we already have a stronghold on this world. I bet you don't even know that we will soon be at war with the Heartless."

Zexion awaited their response, but if they were going to attack him, he was ready. Axel would not get the better of him again.

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"I know the heartless is around, dude, I crawled out of that dark pit to come back and find Roxas. Which I did. And in case you are not using your eyes, or perhaps they are not working, I'm not wearing the robe right now." he waved his arms to his light blue shirt and pants.

Axel relaxed his pose a bit, but he did not trust the other Nobody further then he could throw him. Which might have been quite far, if he had tried, but one got the point.

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Behind Zexion, a second Corridor began to form, this one forming quickly but nevertheless efficiently. Stepping out of it was, of course, Saïx, and as the Corridor snapped shut behind him, he stepped up next to Zexion. Lowering his hood, looking entirely unsurprised to see Axel and Demyx, the blue-haired Nobody glanced at Zexion briefly. He had read Axel's report on the events of Castle Oblivion, and if Zexion were to lose himself in false emotions... Well. It was best to ensure that that didn't happen.

"Loyalty has always been an interesting subject when it comes to Eight, Zexion, and Nine... well, Demyx has always been one to flail." His claymore appeared in his hands, though the scarred Nobody was still calm, studying the other two. It was all very interesting, if nothing else. "Which reminds me, Axel; you ought to thank me for calling Roxas out in the first place, though I wasn't the one to separate the two of them."

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Demyx was getting ticked off. It wasn't often that it happened, in fact it was very rare. And if they kept insulting his abilities, he was about to rip them a new one. Biting back the urge to reach out and beat them with his sitar, he placed it back on his back and folded his arms across his chest. His eyes glittering dangerously.

"Don't tempt me to prove you wrong Saïx," he said venomously. "I'm pretty sure that Zexion has learned not to under estimate his enemies or even us within the Organization. Just bare that in mind."

Demyx walked closer to Zexion and quirked a brow at him, after almost tripping over his black robes.

"When are we going to war with the Heartless?" He questioned.

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Zexion had known Saïx would follow him; it was only logical that he would. It wasn't out of anger that the Cloaked Schemer had summoned his weapon, but caution; he didn't know what the other two would do. He did now, however, and was fully prepared. "Axel is a lost cause, sir." he said to Saïx, noting that Demyx was speaking as if he was still apart of the Organization. "He has betrayed us numerous times in the past, and appears to be deluded into believing he has feelings and emotions."

Zexion then turned to Demyx, and nodded. "Soon. King Mickey of Disney Castle has become a Heartless, and as a result, we Nobodies no longer have control over them. They have been hostile towards us, and have even tried to kill one of our... friends." Zexion was extra careful not to use Naminé's name in front of Axel. He would be better off learning about her through Roxas.

"There are three of us at our base in this world; myself, Saïx, and Larxene. I am certain that there are more of us that are alive, as well."

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Axel snorted, straightening up and waving his hand to emphasise." Dude, you are just jealous that I do have feelings." he rolled his eyes, looking at the new arrival. "Saix" he raised his chin a bit, arrogant. "You awoke Roxas? How!" he demanded, completely ignoring Demyx altogether.

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Saïx lifted an eyebrow at Demyx. Whether the fauxhawked Nobody liked it or not, he did tend to flail about; Saïx hadn't, however, said anything about his combat abilities. Grasping conclusions out of thin air... it was no wonder Nine hadn't been the best at the solo missions they had sent him on. The first to be killed after the events of Castle Oblivion, giving up the Olympus Stone... he could make a list, but Demyx's 'feelings' weren't exactly high on his priority list.

"Axel has been a lost cause for some time. It is unfortunate that we didn't see it sooner." Normally he would berate Zexion for giving out this much information, but he and Sora had made a deal, so the SeeDs already knew this much. Smoothing his hand down his claymore, Seven shook his head. "Sora is not as pure as he once was, so it wasn't difficult, all things considered. I wished to speak with Roxas, and so I called him out. He and I -- and Sora -- made a deal, and some time after, Sora and Roxas split into two."

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Demyx snorted as everyone seemed to be focused on Axel. He choose to at that point to back the Organization, without ever saying that he was deciding on leaving, but mainly because he didn't want to fight. The David Bowie wanna be, walked over to the shadows of the door and just watched the events unfolding. He didn't know how Zexion or Saïx were going to destroy the Heartless or how they were going to take care of that problem. But of course at this point, he was more than mildly curious about getting those answers. Demyx pulled out his sitar and began strumming a soft lulling tune. Maybe it would keep the red-head calm enough no to do anything stupid, like oh lets say a fight? He could careless whether or not Axel was a member of the Organization. Axel was able to side with them or walk his own path. Demyx didn't care, as he didn't decide to cross the Organization's path. Still strumming notes, he'd wondered if anyone noticed or tell him to stuff it? He dipped his head and played on.

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Axel noticed, and the tunes did cam him a bit. The redhead shifted to lean his weight a bit back, looking at the ones opposing him with a raised an eyebrow. Finally he put his Chakrams away, and looked the other three over with a searching look.

"So, fighting the heartless hmm? It means that you are on Roxas and Sora's team then?" He directed his eyes to Saix, crossing his arms. "Loyal? I am Loyal to myself only, and if my path does head in the same direction as mine, I'll help. Otherwise, Ill protect myself."

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Zexion paid no attention to Demyx's music, though he did have talent. Unfortunately, his talent lied in playing music and not in fighting, or anything actually useful to the Organization. He turned to Axel, again, and this time remained quiet. Saïx was doing things his way, and he had more than likely already overstepped his authority once in his own excitement, and would be much better off not doing it again.

If Seven wanted to do things his way, then Zexion would not interject unless it was absolutely necessary.

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Saïx ignored Demyx's music as well, barely even registering that he was playing. His attention was on Axel, though as always, part of his brain was tracking the moon and its effect on him. It was important to know, to say the least.

If he had a heart, emotions, Saïx would have let himself snort at Axel's juvenile use of 'teams'. He had been expecting Axel to look out for himself, though; he always did, after all, though in the past it hadn't served him very well. "We have temporarily aligned ourselves with Sora and those working with him to restore the balance between Light and Darkness. Being led by someone with the power King Mickey possesses makes the Heartless far too dangerous to run unchecked, and a world such as this, overrun by them, would be... unfortunate."

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Demyx nodded in agreement with Saïx. The Heartless couldn't be left to go and run unchecked. But what about the Nobody's? Was someone going to rein them in like everyone is doing the Heartless. It was something hard to swallow if that was going to happen again, if was going to die again, he wanted to die peacefully and not painfully. But being with the Organization, that wasn't happening.

"So let's forget about Alex and get on this Heartless problem. I say as long as Axel doesn't cross our path in anyway, we can leave him here with his "feelings". It wouldn't be that hard just to forget about him anyways," Demyx commented.

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