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H'okay, this is something I really wonder about. I have been fortunate enough to grow up with very Gentlemanly young men who are very good about their manners and how they treat ladies, both their peers and older.

However, as I have left that community (Private school xD) I have found that not all guys do that. Actually I only know of one guy But the girls shrug and say their strong enough to open doors and pull out chairs themselves. I mean I see it every once and a while when a guy wants to impress a girl... but it just dosn't seem genuine.

Call me old-fashioned (Though I'm only 18), but is Chivalry really dead? I suppose I just want to know-

Girls! Does it offend you that guys hold doors open or make you wait till they come around and open the car door for you? Do you really think that these old fashioned normalites are pointless and not to mention sexist? O.o

Guys? Is is weird to hold wait for a girl to sit before you do at dinner? to take those few extra steps to get ahead of the girl you're walking with (girlfriend or just friend) so you can open the door for her?


Or am I completely Crazy? Do I live in a dream world? Do you think Chivalry is dead?


((Hmm, me thinks I should have put a Rant warning on this. xD))

H'okay, I said I wasn't uploading any more of Broken Chains here, but I do want to grab new readers so here is a BIG sneak peek into one of the future chapters of my fic. xD So here it is. One of my pride and joys of this little ficcy. My Deymx and Namine battle. I always thought that these two Nobodies were always a little underestimated but it wasn't really planned they they end up fighting each other in the fic. It just sort of happened. Anywho- please read and hopefully go check out the rest of the Fanfic.

Slight explination: The Organization is tired of playing games with Riku and waiting for Sora to wake up. As punishment for the Melodious Nocture they send him to retreive the sleeping Hero as the assorments of Dusks keep DiZ and the King busy. However, Namine get's there first, ready to protect Sora if need be.

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Namine’s eyes narrowed as the black robed figure pushed his hood back, revealing a cheerful face, matched by equally cheerful bright eyes. He grinned at her, glanced up at the glass case behind her before cocking his head in thought. Namine clutched her hands to her chest as she tried to figure out how many minutes she could hold the other Nobody off until DiZ could get there… or Riku returned.

The place where her heart should have been gave a dull throb. She decided not to hold her breath on that one.

“Well, well, look who it is? If it isn’t the little artist…†He winked at her and Namine felt slightly patronized.

“Demyx…†She replied tightly, her voice catching slightly. She narrowed her eyes more, “I’m not going to just let you have him.â€

He sighed, shoulders slumping as he did so. He ruffled his odd hair cut and leaned to one side. “Oh come on, Namne. We both know I’m not the fighting type.â€

“Neither am I.†Namine responded, just as tightly as before, “What to you want?â€

Demyx didn’t answer for a moment, but merely began to pace to the right, a thoughtful look on his face. Namine felt tense, as if all the humidity in the room had been sucked dry. Suddenly it was very hard to swallow.

“You know…†the black robed nobody paused, something akin to sadness in his strange blue eyes, “Axel left a few months ago. He came after Roxas too… but not for the same reasons. I think he thought he could save Roxas…â€He gave a sad chuckle, “Pretty stupid of him. Now Roxas has to do it as someone else. At least before he was still-â€

Namine wondered what Demyx would do if he knew the red headed fire elemental has found his friend still separated from his other half… and now both worked for her. Well, worked in the loosest sense of the word. She decided now wasn’t the best time to bring that up. She let out a short breath,

“Then why are you here?â€

“We just want Roxas back…†Demyx looked up, his grin back, wider than before. “I miss my little buddy.â€

“He’s not here!†Namine suddenly let out, her voice cracking as she did. It was too dry.

Suddenly she realized that the water elemental was stealing all the moisture from the room. He was going to take Sora by force… She tried to ignore the fear pounding throughout her body as she continued,

“Roxas couldn’t help me so I sent him away,†She half-lied, feeling more and more desperate. “So leave. Go find your Key of Destiny someplace else.â€

Demyx looked slightly confused, staring up at the case and then back down to the young blonde.

“So Sora-“

“Is Sora.†Namine answered tightly, “Go look for Roxas someplace else.â€

Demyx paused a moment more, staring up at Sora once again. Presently, his grin returned. Namine took a step back, feeling her bare shoulders press up against the glass case.

"Hmm, maybe they did send the right guy..." He chuckled, as his hand shot upward and the sudden glow nearly blinded Namine. When she was able to see clearly, the blue sitar was already in Demyx's hands-

"Ready for a little jam session, Namine?"

Protect him, please.

Namine narrowed her eyes, her own fingers twitching by her sides. Demyx stared in slightly surprise, as the darkness swirled there, slowly taking form. She felt some sort of grim satisfaction as the heavy feeling of metal in her small hands. She looked back up, her face somewhere between determined and angry. The metal links rattled in her hands-

Chains.

"Only if you are." She said darkly.

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Link to the Rest of Broken Chains can be found in my Siggy.​

Ollette/Sora. Personally I thought I was the only one crazy enough to even consider them, but apparently ロクサス share the same brainwaves. Yeah, sorry about that ロクサス . xD

It was quite a challenge, both the prompt and trying to keep them in character, but I enjoyed it. Additionally I changed from the prompt’s first person view to my personal style, third person… omniscient or limited. I always get those mixed up/mashed together. It’s slightly shorter than the Larxene/Axel one I did. I could have forced it to be a bit longer, but I found that it made it awkward. And since I already felt this was a little OCC (Well other than it being CRACK!paring) I decided that wasn’t a good idea. O.o So it’s topped off at about 900 some words.

Anywho, I’m rambling again. This is for ロクサス. Enjoy the crack, my friend. xD

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Remembrance ​

She could never remember the last thing they talked about.

When he came to visit, keeping his promises as always, she would give him such a smile so that her nose scrunched up and her eyes sparkled that special green. She’s lean to one side, hand on her hip, to ask once again if he had done his homework yet. Her voice would take that special cadence of a mother watching over her children, a different sort of protector.

He understood the need to protect someone.

Yet her braids would swing to one side, as her voice switched to a normal teen when she stated with a sigh that ‘Independent studies are the worse, aren’t they?’. She’d double check her special wallet, a deep orange pouch she made herself, and announce proudly that she had just enough for some sea-salt ice cream. She would proceed to ask him if he wanted to join them up on the tower to watch the ever setting sun and have one.

He couldn’t help the confusion that buried itself deep in his chest. He shouldn’t remember such specific things about her.

The color of her eyes (A deep emerald green that contrasted with the bright orange she wore) or the way she laughed (short and soft that oddly reminded him of the sunsets back home) or even the odd flips of her hair (which she would always complain about, saying they would never stay in her braids no matter how hard she tried). He really shouldn’t know any of that.

After all, she could never remember anything about him.

Although her smile was genuine, reaching into those unique green eyes, she always had to be reminded why he didn’t come back sooner. He apologize and state (only once more, because she’d remember next time) that he was looking for his friends, that other worlds called to him, and she’d just laugh and shake her head.

He would realize she had already forgotten.

Of course he’d have to explain (yet again) why he didn’t have his own independent studies because he didn’t go to school (and hadn’t gone to school in the past two years) and that he was sorry for bugging her while she was working.

Then, she’d offer the ice cream and He’d remind her he had never tried it (Why did they always seemed to be sold out when he went to buy one), but at the same time be thankful (the only time he was thankful) that she forgotten that he… well, didn’t like heights.

Of course it wouldn’t matter if he did tell her.

Because she’d just forget.

Because after all of that, She’d ask him why he didn’t come back more often, She’d promise to help him with his homework, offer him one more bar of Sea-Salt ice cream, de je vu took over as she dragged him up those stupid tower steps and laugh as he tried very hard not to look down.

Of course he had done this a thousand times before (Goofy would suggest he was over reacting), and would probably do a thousand times again (Donald would then say he was definitely exaggerating).

He figured he really shouldn’t be upset about it. After all he was never in Twilight Town for long and the bright eyed girl had her own life. However, the sensitive Keyblade Master couldn’t help feeling forgotten.

Sora didn’t like feeling forgotten.

He sat on the Twilight Town Station steps as Goofy and Donald ran off finding the last items they needed before they left the safety of Twilight town once again. Sora sighed, leaning one elbow on his knee, his chin in his hand. The Sun was setting (again) almost like it was mocking him. He refrained from telling his Twilight Friends goodbye, knowing the one person who he wanted to remember it wouldn’t.

He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want her to forget about him again, but of course there was nothing he could do about that. Sora pouted, fixing his intense blue stare on the cobble stones

“You should get a job next time you come.â€

Her voice tore him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see her brilliant green eyes staring calmly back at him, neither accusing nor inviting. She cocked her head to one side, the braids falling with it. Sora opened his mouth to tell her that he didn’t need a job, the heartless dropped plenty of objects behind he could pick up, but the words died on his lip with a sigh.

It’d only spark more questions he already answered.

More things she had already forgotten.

“Yeah…†He turned away, resting his outstretched arms on his knees. “I probably should.â€

“Hmm, you could work with Hayner next time. Get ready for the struggle tournament.â€

She forgot he didn’t like to fight friends (Not since having to fight Riku), even in the struggle tournament. Sora felt more and more deflated his shoulders slumping with every word, “Uh-huh.†He stood and started off toward town.

She seemed confused, catching his arm, her voice taking that protecting tone again. “Sora?â€

Sora sighed. He hated being forgotten. He wanted her to remember that he didn’t go to school, that he had a universe to save, that he didn’t mind the Tower’s heights as long as she was laughing behind him, holding on to his arm so he wouldn’t fall, that he had never had sea-salt ice cream and that maybe one day he could finally have one with her and she’d actually remember the look on his face when he spit out the first bite.

“Ollette?†He asked not turning back to look at her.

“Sora.†She replied equally as serious.

Sora sighed, “Will you remember me?â€

“What? Of course I will.â€

Sora didn’t believe her.

After all, she could never remember the last thing they talked about.

So he decided to give her something to remember.

Spinning around and grabbing her chin in one smooth movement, Sora gently placed a kiss on her forehead, right between those two vibrant eyes. When he pulled back, her eyes were wide with surprise but Sora didn’t say anything. He just smiled and nodded and with a small wave turned around and ran off to find his comrades.

Sora grinned to himself as he ran.

With any luck, She’d remember that.

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