Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this story~~
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Demyx stared at the ceiling of his room in The Castle That Never Was. It was night-time - not that you could tell by looking out the window. His head rested on his hands; the beds in the Castle weren't too comfortable. It was rather dark in the room, as he was supposed to be sleeping. Demyx wasn't tired at all - he was wide awake. His eyes drifted to different objects in the room, his mind wandering.
He turned to the left and stared out the window, Kingdom Hearts shining down. A shooting star streaked across the dark oblivion, staining the sky with light for a split second. The comet's reflection shone in the Sitarist's bright eyes, paving a path of inspiration and hope. Thoughts of melodies flooded his head, lyrics of hopes and dreams. Wishes to become better - better at Sitar playing, better songs and better fighting. Most of all he wanted to be a better Nobody.
Demyx sighed and returned to staring at the ceiling, more to think about. Nobodies could never be "better". They could never be truly satisfied with their actions. No hearts, no emotions, no hope. They could never be normal people. The task of completing Kingdom Hearts would never be finished. There were always not enough hearts. The impossible job.
Demyx wanted a heart - he really did. He would try to do his best, work his hardest - but his human memories always held him back. He would slack off or forget, then end up getting in trouble and begging other members for favors. The continuous seemingly eternal cycle.
The dirty blond sat up, summoning his Sitar, Arpeggio. He held it tightly in his hands, wincing at the memories it brought to him. Memories of being a Somebody.
His sitar was much like his Other's, with slight shape and color differenced. They'd both play when sad or depressed. They'd play when happy, nervous, excited or just bored. Memories…
Memories of these emotions were all coming back to Demyx overwhelming him. Were they memories of being overwhelmed? Or was the feeling faint and true? He could never hope to know, dream to know.
He strummed the strings, just once. The sound was powerful with impact, strong yet sweet. Mournful, yet happy. It was nostalgic.
Dem let the Sitar evaporate into water, falling back onto his bed. Back to staring at the ceiling. Though this time, it was different. The overpowering memories had tired him out, and the once bright eyes slowly closed. Silence and the Nocturne's soft breaths were the only things left to be heard.
That night, he dreamed. Dreamed of his memories.
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I will be amazed if this gets any favorites =w=;
This is just something I wrote on the night before school started again… I saw my fanfic notebook and wanted to write something. Really bad. Thus, this story. -bows-