Title: Victory
Author: Sabaku-no-Ai
Disclaimer: The glory of KH2 and its characters have no affinity with me whatsoever.
Summary: Demyx's thoughts of the olden days upon withdrawing to a safer and quieter sanctuary.
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): None! Haha, wow, that's a first.
A/N: Short drabble. Originally an RP application for an LJ community (bentcigarettes is me) but I liked it so much I decided to submit it. Because I've made a lot of one shots, but no drabble. Mmm…drabbles. :P Very clean drabble.
To Demyx, what could be more fun and adrenaline-rush-inducing than chasing a Key Wielder around strange worlds, trying to rip his heartless counterpart from his body? Why, sitting inside his sea-side apartment and practicing sitar tabs, of course.
Every strum, every note he plays is like a thousand battles inside him. The vibrations of the strings are similar to the cling-clanging of swords against swords, power against power, will against will. Demyx had a will; he had power, but he doesn't have a sword. And he'd rather keep it that way. Violence didn't satisfy him; music and the ocean did.
For the first time in a while, Demyx put down his precious instrument, setting it down in his bed as if it were a sleeping child. He stood and walked over to the single curtained window of the room. Pushing the fabric away, he let the light shine through. It tingled his face lightly, warmed his neck and darkly-clad shoulders. He felt victory.
A/N: Thanks for reading! PLEASE REVIEW, IF YOU HAVE TIME. Constructively, of course. I'm also taking free fic requests, so if you want some, KH2 of not (just make sure I know the anime), please feel free to email me. Thanks!
