Meanwhile, in the darkest shadowed pit known as the Kitchen of the Castle residing in the World that Never Was, there was yet another Nobody wide awake and aware of some disturbance in the once peaceful atmosphere.

A silver-blue haired man with a cross-shaped scar across his forehead leaned back in his chair at the small table, folding his newspaper that had once been hiding his face and laying it down before him.  His eye twitched for a brief second before his expression settled back to nothingness.  He stared across the room at the entity that had caused the shift in the peace, and so rudely disturbed his early morning alone time.

Demyx stood wide-eyed like a deer in the headlights of an on coming semi truck.  The incriminating evidence in his sweating gloved hands.  He was frozen in place, unmoving except for his quivering lip. Trying to explain himself but unable to grasp the words from the fog in his mind.

“Demyx....” Saix stared coldly into the cerulean eyes of the Melodious Nocturne, then down to the cheesecake in his hands, “What... Are... You... Doing?”

Demyx wobbled, bordering on passing out and running for dear life, “I... Uh... I... um...” he looked down at the cheesecake, “Oh... You mean with this? Is this yours?” he feigned innocence, but guilt was a hard color to cover over.

Saix’s eyebrow arched, “You know full well it is.”

Demyx froze again, but this time he cracked quickly under the pressure of the other Nobody’s gaze. “I HAD TO TAKE IT!!! My sitar ate Axel and now it wants to eat me and it said it would if I didn’t bring it YOUR cheesecake right away, and I bet it already ate Roxas too, since it already ate Axel and they always hang out together and WHAT IF IT EATS THE SUPERIOR!?!?!? WHAT THEN!!! WHAT WILL WE DO?!?!?” Demyx finally fell silent for the lack of air.

Saix’s face finally shifted to an actual expression, confusion was etched across his once stone countenance, “Your... Sitar did what?”

Demyx blinked at him, “Ate... Axel... and said it would eat me...”

“You’re Sitar talks to you?” Saix leaned forward across the table, causing Demyx to unconsciously start to back against the counter.

“Yeah... um... and it’s really hungry... so could I…. would you mind if... it has your cheesecake instead of me?” Demyx pleaded, tears starting to well up in his eyes.

Saix stood, placing a hand down on the table and leaning ominously further across and staring at Demyx who was now trapped along the counter and the sidewall a couple feet from the door.  “Demyx... I know your kind tends to experiment with things...” he sighed, “what... Have... You… Been... smoking?”

Demyx’s nose wrinkled up as he pondered the Diviner’s words, “My kind? Smoking?”

“You’re kind… The rock generation.... tends to dabble in things that one should not... if they want to keep their brain that is...” He looked Demyx over, “what little there may be.”  

The meaning hit Demyx suddenly, like the mighty king chocobo had fallen on his head, “WHAT!?!?! I’M NOT DOING DRUGS, you think I’m stupid?!?”

Saix stared at him blankly, not saying a word.

“That’s not funny... and I’m NOT A DRUGGIE....” Demyx snarled at the other.

“Then what else could explain your hallucinations? Are you getting enough sleep, are you under too much stress...Did the Superior call you a sub-moron again… Did…” Saix began to rattle off the usual things that would give anyone mental issues, but he was quickly cut off.

“What do you mean hallucinations? I’m NOT hallucinating!”  Demyx’s voice cracked with a slight streak of anger.

Saix straitened up unexpectedly rounding the table and shortening the small distance between them.  Demyx squealed like a frightened guinea pig holding the cheesecake up as a shield, or sacrificial offering; however you want to look at it. Saix snatched it out of his hands and glared at him.  This was it, Demyx could see his short life as a Nobody flashing before his eyes as he awaited his doom.

“Obviously you are... if you think your instrument is talking to you and wants to eat you and some cheesecake on the side... sounds like a bad trip to me”

“Oh, and you’d be the one to know all about it, huh?” the second the insinuation fell from his lips Demyx about passed out from the fear of what was to come. He just spat in the wind and he knew full well the consequences of that.

Saix’s eyebrow arched again, “Alright, Funny Guy, what exactly makes you think you’re sitar wants to eat you?”

Demyx pulled his arm down from the defensive stance he had taken; somewhat startled at the considerable patience coming from the Berserker “It ate Axel and then threatened me...”

“You saw it eat Axel?” Saix questioned bluntly, accentuating the ‘saw’.

“Uh, No... But it said ‘got that memorized’ so I thought it ate Axel and he was trying… to warn me… to get away.... maybe?”  Demyx pondered the memory not too sure Axel would go out of his way to help anyone.

“It said that? Those exact words?” a light was beginning to shine upon the Luna Diviner.

Demyx nodded in agreement.  Still shaken, still afraid of what was about to happen.

“Very well, if this is not a hallucination brought on by stress or...”

“I DON’T DO DRUGS....” Demyx hissed defensively.

His blunt snarl was rewarded with a pat on the head like he had been an obedient puppy, “Good boy, drugs are bad...” Saix then continued, “So if this isn’t a hallucination, then I must come and see this monstrous Sitar that has turned on you.”

Demyx stared at him in disbelief, “You... Believe me?”

“Yes and no...” Saix walked away abruptly, heading out the door.

“Well what’s that supposed to mean either you believe me or you don’t!” Demyx squealed as he scuttled after him.

“I believe that something happened, involving your Sitar.  But I do not believe it wants to eat you.  There’s a perfectly logical explanation for this whole thing and I think I know exactly...” Saix cut off his explanation suddenly; stopping dead in his tracks.

Demyx slammed into the taller Nobody’s back, yanking on his hood to keep from falling back wards, “What is it!?!”

“Did you hear that?” Saix looked up at the ceiling, ignoring the pulling on his hood that would normally choke anyone else.

The two stood in the darkness of the long silent hallway.  It was so quiet, just as early morning hours usually were in the castle.  Demyx glanced behind him, still lightly clinging to his companion’s hood like a child would clutch a security blanket.  He started to answer but was cut off by a shrill scream.  It shattered the silence of the morning, rattling windows in their sills, and caused the Rabid heartless out side to howl in pain.

Even in the darkness of the hallway, Demyx turned visibly white as a sheet. “It ate someone else!!!!”

“I seriously doubt that, but this may in fact be connected.” Saix sighed.

There was a loud noise above them, like a bookshelf had fallen, then they heard the sounds of feet pounding and stumbling along as well as the slamming of two doors.  It wasn’t long before a figure clad in a mulberry colored bath towel stumbled down the stairs and around the corner in front of the waiting Nobodies.  

“AXEL YOU JERK!!! When I find you I’m going to rip your head off and spit down your throat and then use your innards as fertilizer for my ROSES!!!”  Marluxia screamed down the hallway as he tried to hold the towel in place. He spun around suddenly catching site of Saix and a brief glimpse of Demyx before he squeaked and hid behind the Berserker.

“Axel?” Saix questioned.

“Who else do you think would do something like this to me?” Marluxia spat angrily.

Demyx peaked from around Saix’s shoulder; “Nothing looks wrong other than you need some clothes on.”

Marluxia snarled, “ARE YOU BLIND!!! LOOK AT MY HAIR!”

The two stared at Marluxia for a moment; his hair looked wet, plastered to his neck and shoulders.  His usually fluffy bangs were parted in the middle and plastered to his forehead.  The not-so-Graceful Assassin knew what they were thinking, his hair was just wet that’s all, and so he decided he had to give an example of the horror that was once his beautiful hair.  He reached up, running his hand along his cheek and catching the layers that usually hung feathered and light by his face.  They moved, and stuck strait up defying the very laws of gravity as he started to pull away his hand a gooey string of what looked like some sort of gel or honey dripped from his fingers.

“EEEEW what did you do to your hair! That’s gross...” Demyx wrinkled his nose in disgust, as he walked over to the already agitated nobody.  

“I didn’t do ANYTHING!!! Axel put HONEY in my SHAMPOO!!! It’ll take forever to get this out!!!” he flung the bottle of shampoo across the hallway, just barely missing Saix. “When I catch him I’m going to kill him dead.”

Demyx was now poking at his gravity defying cowlick and making odd ‘ick’ noises every time he felt the sticky honey that soaked every inch of Marluxia’s hair.

“Stop that!” Marluxia slapped at Demyx trying to get him to leave him alone.

“Well how do you know it was Axel, Mar Mar?” Demyx questioned innocently.

“Who else would have done this... he’s still angry because I tested that perfume on him in the store.” Marluxia snorted.

“I remember that, Roxas said you made him smell like a cheap hooker... and he did.” The musician chuckled at the memory.

“The stink wouldn’t leave the castle for days.” Saix almost chuckled.

“Well it doesn’t matter anymore, Axel’s already dead.” Demyx sighed, sounding saddened by the horrible twist of fate.

Marluxia turned slowly, “What? What do you mean he’s dead? He can’t be dead, because I HAVE TO KILL HIM!!!” he growled through clenched teeth, nearly loosing his grip on his bath towel.

“My sitar ate him.” the younger shrugged backing away slightly.

“Speaking of which, I believe we should go take a look at Demyx’s demon sitar…” Saix stated as he continued on his way past the two.

“You’re Sitar… Ate him?” Marluxia leaned over one hand on his hip gripping the towel as he stared at the other.

“Yeah…” Demyx leaned backwards away from the scantily clad nobody that was now staring at him like he was inspecting a three-eyed moogle.

“And what have you been smoking?” Marluxia snorted.

Saix was already halfway up the stairs when he stopped and glanced behind him, there was yelling from around the corner where he had left the other two behind.  The hallway was echoing with an enraged battle cry followed by Marluxia yelling something about giving back his towel.  Then there was a horrible snap followed by Marluxia’s shrill screams of pain.  Obviously Demyx had had enough of that question. Saix finally chuckled and continued on his way.

Chapter 4 End: Saix and the Cheesecake

And so the little posse makes their way up the stairs to find out the mystery of the Demon Sitar… But where oh where have Axel and Roxas decided to hit now?  What’s this… Roxas is asleep again? Oh dear little Nobody, you should not cross Axel when he’s on a mission… you may very well find yourself on the receiving end of this…

Moral one of this chapter… Don’t do drugs kids, you’ll fry your brains…
Moral Two of this chapter… Don’t accuse Sitar playing Nobody’s of frying they’re poor little deranged minds... they might snap and then snap you with your own bath towel…