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So he wasn't the only one with a retarded memory today. That was good, now Demyx didn't feel quite so alone. Actually, he was ecstatic that he had found someone to talk to in this place (especially since that sun was getting really creepy.) What if it was some kind of cursed sun? The kind you saw in those cheapo Apocalyptic movies. Except not, because he was pretty sure life wasn't a 3,000 munny budget sci-fi apocalypse movie. The blonde boy's voice cut off the rest of that train of thought, which was good, because it was one of those severely distracting kinds of thoughts.

Demyx did not need anymore distraction than what his stupidity already came equipped with.

"Roxas. Nice to meet ya~" He stuck out a hand in greeting. "So... you said you're memory has been on the fritz too? That's such a relief. Only--wait... no, it kind of isn't."

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Roxas' sentence trailed off somewhere, and Demyx looked at him with a confused expression. Okay, he knew he was awful at keeping his concentration, but that was just bad. Or wait. The blonde seemed to be looking past him at something else entirely. Alright then, turn the head and look, there we go. Demyx peered at the man leaning against the wall of the alley. Honestly, the man was giving off familiar vibes, but they were kind of creepy familiar vibes at the moment. He was just staring.

It was freaking Demyx out. Not that it took much to do that to the musician anyway.

"Hey, yannow, he looks kinda familiar, don'tcha think?" Eyebrows knitted together in concentration. Where had he seen that face before. The name hovered on the edge of his mind, unable to be caught. Such was the mind of someone who failed at memory.

They had noticed him. It was obvious, especially since the light haired man named Demyx had to say the obvious out loud. A small smirk appeared but was barely visible in the shadows that Marluxia watched from. Apparently, just as he had hypothesized, there was something strange happening, and it somehow had to do with memories. Little flashes of memory blurring and unclear flickered through his mind as he watched the two in front of him.

Marluxia quirked an eyebrow at the two staring children. Yes, the one called Demyx was more of a child than a man, as he had observed. His narrow eyes glared back at them both, unmoving, for he did not look away. There was something nagging and biting in the back of his mind that almost screamed familiarity as he stared at them from the shadows of the wall.

It seems as if I'm not the only one with this strange feeling. There has got to be more than a few simple and familiar faces and names to this...this.... Marluxia trailed off, attempting to find an appropriate word to describe this situation. But he could not, which also irritated him.

The one named Demyx had knitted his eyebrows and watched Marluxia with a concentrated expression. Marluxia's expression changed as he saw the man's face clearly now. It was almost unnerving, how familiar he seemed. Then he looked up to see the young boy Roxas. He too was familiar, but in a different sort of way, as if the boy played a big role in some sort of play.

"That face..." he whispered under his breath, attempting to sort out all the different thoughts and unorganized memories that he had gathered so far. All Marluxia had gotten from this was even more questions to be answered, instead of answered questions. Quite irritating, really.

"Dude, what is his deal? He just keeps staring." Demyx pouted boyishly, eyebrows still furrowed, but now conveying an emotion completely different. He was kind of annoyed now, by how that guy just kept STARING. It was so just incredibly creepy, didn't he know it just wasn't polite? I mean, c'mon, you just walk up and introduce yourself to people if they look familiar. But nooo, this blue-eyed freaky man with hair that looked like a lion's mane just didn't seem to abide by that rule.

Weirdo.

The young musician 'hmphed' and crossed his arms. Well, he'd teach this guy to just stare at people like this.

"I'm gonna go see what his deal is." The blonde announced mostly to himself rather than Roxas. So he half stalked-half stumbled over to the suspicious man, giving him a tight lipped but questioning look. Demyx placed his hands on his hips, making his guitar sway with the movement. Supposedly, this was threatening, but when he did it, it was actually kind of cheeky and adorable. Not that he noticed, of course.

"DUDE. What is your problem? If ya wanna know somethin', you walk over and ASK. Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to stare like you were? "

At the first few moments, Marluxia was just too shocked to speak. Not so much of the fact that Demyx had approached him, but how he had approached him was...Oh, what were the proper words to describe this?No, the inner Marluxia was just too shocked to even attempt to find a word to describe this manner of approach that Demyx had shown.

The serious man raised an eyebrow as he watched the musician Demyx place his hands on his hips and half-stumble over to him. Was he really this...childish? As far as Marluxia was concerned, this little boy in a man's body was the farthest away from mature as humanly possible. But, somehow, in the very back of his mind, this was amusing to him. No, no, what was he thinking, this was ridiculous! He needed to focus on getting answers, not becoming amused by a clumsy man who acted just like a little boy.

Marluxia watched the pouty, boyish musician and decided to speak finally. They had apparently become fed up with his observing, but he knew he would eventually have to explain his situation. He ignored the attempted muffling of snickering from the blond boy Roxas and looked at Demyx with narrowed blue eyes.

"Well, I have been wandering around this town, Twilight Town, without a single memory of when I arrived or where I was before I even arrived. And, just like you both, I have quite a large gap in most of my memory." he explained as simply as he could, keeping in mind that the boy (he now refers to Demyx as a boy) in front of him wasn't the...sharpest tack in the box.

((Don't worry, it was my fault for not posting. <3 X3))

Sora's spirits had been raised. Finally, something Axel remembered. Sora was smiling without realizing it, then shook his head and looked up at Axel. He stood up, wondering who this guy that Axel was supposed to meet was. Maybe another member of Organization XIII? He decided it would be better off just to tag along and find out.
"Sure, I'll come with you. Oh, let me know if you remember anything else about...anything, ok?"

Although it was great that Axel was beginning to remember, Sora still felt something tugging at the back of his mind. Why was it that Axel had remembered Xemnas, and nothing else? Now, for sure, this had to be about Xemnas.

Sora gave a big grin and the thumbs up sign to Axel, signaling he was ready to go.