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Park, Friday Night

Demyx slipped out of the dorms and headed for the park, dodging all the parties and other weekend-y activities going on around the campus. His Music is Love class had gotten him in the mood to play music, and this was the best place for it. Well, his room was good...but this way he could get away from most everybody and look up at the sky too.

Sitting down on one of the benches, he adjusted the tuning on his sitar, making sure the notes were true. It sounded like a clean electric guitar - no ampliphier needed. With a slight, sad smile, he felt for the first notes of the song that wouldn't get out of his head.

((ooc: open like an open thing. Song is here, if you want to hear it/see the lyrics.))

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Another year on his own, Yondaime walked to the park, kicking the stones on the walkway as he went. His birthday was quickly approaching and admittedly the blonde was feeling more than a little blue about it. This was going to be his first time in about fifteen years that he'd actually be around people for his birthday and he wasn't sure what to expect.

Looking up as he entered the park, Yondaime listened to the music the boy there was playing and smiled slightly. Once he was done, Yondaime walked up to him. "That was very well played."

Demyx started, nearly falling off his perch. "Eep!" He squeaked, looking up at Yondaime with big eyes before settling a little. "...You scared me," he said sheepishly, cradling his sitar protectively. "I didn't know anybody was there. How long...?"

"I'm sorry," he smiled apologeticly. "I just caught a little bit of it. It's a nice song." Yondaime stuck his hands into the pockets of his pants. "You were in my fitness class last semester, right?"

"Briefly," Demyx admitted, ducking his head sheepishly. "I ended up disappearing for about three months unintentionally." His fingers ghosted over the strings, eliciting soft notes from the instrument. "Not by choice, really...I just wasn't informed that time runs funny in Limbo."

"Well, that kind of makes two of us," He smiled as he took a seat nearby. "I disappeared as well, but I had issues at home that had to be dealt with. But I can understand where time would be funny in limbo, it is limbo after all."

"Yeah, I guess you could say I had troubles at home, too." Demyx rubbed the back of his neck. "All my companions - and me, too - are dead. So had to go visit and see what was going on...kinda catch up on things. I died before a lot of them, so there was information I missed. And I missed them, you know?" He shifted a little, watching his hands.

Surprisingly Yondaime did kind of know what he meant, he nodded in agreement. "Actually I do," he chuckled sadly. "I'm supposed to be dead back home, so whenever I go back I have to stay in hiding and can't tell any of my friends or family that I'm still alive."

"That sucks." Demyx wrinkled his nose. "Sometimes I wish I could avoid some of them - if I wanna see any of them, I think I have to see all of them." He shuddered. "But at least I get to at all. How come you're supposed to be dead?"

"Well, it's a little hard to explain. There was a monster attacking our village and we couldn't destroy it, only seal it. The technique I developed for it was supposed to have killed me, and nearly did, but some companions of mine pulled me away and saved me." He shrugged slightly. "By the time I recovered it had been nearly a year." There were other reasons for him not to go back and reveal himself, but those were more political and didn't need to be explained.

"It's okay though," he said putting on a soft smile. "I at least know that they're all right."

"That sucks. But the last bit, that's good," Demyx pointed out. "You could not even get information. Which would really suck." He sighed, letting the sitar fade out of existence and leaning back against the bench. "I dunno. It sucks. I left everything behind when I died and ended up here. And then when I went to visit, I left everyone here for three months. And everything changed. I lost...not everything, but it sure feels like it." He looked up at Yondaime, looking very forlorn. "I just...don't know who I am anymore."

Yondaime looked at Demyx sadly, he'd dealt with what the boy was going through, hell, he still had dregs of it now and again. He patted him on the shoulder with a small sigh. "I know and it's difficult... but perhaps this is an opportunity to find a new you?" He offered. "You don't have anything to tie you down anymore, so you really have the freedom to be who you want to be. You of course don't want to forget your past, but you learn from it." Yes, it was corney, hokey, and all those other cookie cutter type sayings that teachers and parents were supposed to say, but there was a reason they had stuck around for so long.

"I know, I know..." Demyx looked down, twisting his hands in his lap. If Yondaime was watching carefully, he might see moisture welling up in the corners of Demyx's eyes, but disappearing as soon as it appeared. There was the slightest crust of salt forming on his lashes. "It's hard, though. I've never been alone - not like this. I know it's pathetic, but I need someone around to tell me who I am, or I get completely lost and hopeless."

"Do you have friends that you can confide in here?" He asked, looking at the boy concerned. "I know I'm just one of your teachers, but if you need some one to talk to I'm usually around with not a lot to do." He smirked sheepishly.

"Sortof. Not really. I mean, I have Cally, but I don't want to bring her down. And then there's Anders, but I don't think I can even see him right now. He's with somebody else now, and I'd just get in the way, because I'd never be able to keep my hands off of him...not when it's only been a week for me. And I can't do that. But I'm just...I'm not me!" Demyx was trying so hard not to flail. "I don't know if it's even right for me to be here, anymore. I could just go back to being dead...I wouldn't have friends there, either, but at least I'd know where I stand with them."

He knew full well he was babbling, but he couldn't stop himself. It was word vomit that wouldn't stay down.

"Well, look at it this way. Being alive, there is a lot more you can do for yourself than when you're dead, even if it might not seem like it right now. As for having someone to talk to..." He sighed thinking a moment. "If there's no one here, is there anyone anywhere that you can?"

"I...don't know. The only one I know is still around is Roxas, sortof, but he's back with his other half now so he's never really there. I'd have to convince Sora to let him talk to me, and I know Sora doesn't much like me. He killed me, after all." He blushed slightly. "I don't know. I guess I could try...the worst he could say is 'no'." It helped to have someone tell him what to do, in a sense. He was overdependant, and he knew it. But didn't know what to do about it.

"It's worth a try isn't it?" He smiled helpfully, and really he didn't tell Demyx what to do, he really only asked a question, Demyx came to the solution on his own.

Yes, but he couldn't come up with the ideas on his own. Sad. "Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, I should probably go, then." He stood up, offering his hand to Yondaime. "Thanks."

Yondaime took Demyx's hand and shook it firmly. "I hope that I was able to help at least a little, Demyx. Feel free to drop by my office if you need any help with anything." He gave him a grin. "We dead people need to stick together?"

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