I couldn't get the idea out of my head. ;;
Anyways, this is written in Demyx's POV, so don't get confused, ho'kai:3 It's also my first KH fanfiction, and I've only played the second game. xDD;; I'm a newbiez. .--.
S'yah. Enjoy! And please, read and review
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. :3
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"Wa-oh, man.." A blonde figure in only a white undershirt and boxers said as he stood. I happened to be that blonde figure. Heya, I'm Demyx!(I think..It's the only real name that comes to mind) And why I'm talking to myself, I don't know. But, I enjoy it, for some really weird, strange reason, and I'm not going to prance around talking about myself in the third person. Well, maybe up there I did, but that was just to get you interested. Happy? Hooked? Anyway, let me continue.
So I woke up in this really, really weird place, like...It was all dark, with lots of neon lights. So I'm sitting there. (Well, actually, standing there. I just got up, remember?) So, I'm standing there, looking around, my total of, like, three bangs annoying the heck out of me, until I finally blow them up and out of my face. For a total of five seconds before the come right back. So I 'humph', cross my arms, and deal with it.
So then I begin to think. And think. About just where the hell I could be, before I snap, looking confident, grinning, "I know!" I exclaimed, nodding excitedly, "I'm in Vegas! Suh-weet!" so I do a little happy fist pump, jumping in the air a little just for the hell of it. Why not?
..Oh yeah, I'm only wearing boxers.
So I quickly fall, covering my little "friends down south" as I call 'em, and make a weird face. So, why the hell would I be in Vegas? And y'know, for Vegas, it isn't really that bright. I mean, yea, sure, there's neon, but it isn't like. "Oh my god, I'm going to blind you for eternity, HA HA HA."
No. It's just like, "Yeah, we're dark and ominous. And yeah, we have bright pink neon above our dear. You best be respecting." Or something along those lines.
But then I pause, "Oh god," I say out loud, then quickly pull up my shirt and begin looking for scars or stitches or something. What if they took a kidney?! I'm too beautiful for kidney..stealers..Or something. Too beautiful, I tell you! Heh..I'm just, y'know...joking.
Man, I should write a book or something, just so everyone would recognize my skills.. Anyways, so I'm looking around, when all of a sudden, this dude with an eyepatch pops up in front of me! What the hell! So, I do what every normal person who doesn't really remember anything, who has just appeared in a weird world like Vegas with weird- ...Dude, are those anorexic super models? What the hell are they wearing?! Some white suit..Thing...They move really weird...
But anyway! I don't remember anything! I don't know where I am, I don't know who that guy is, I don't know how he got here, I don't know how I got here, I don't know what kind of world this is where super models prance around like they don't have any bones, and I don't know where the hell my clothes are! So I scream and turn away, as if he'll go. I can hope, can't I?
Next thing I hear is this weird crashing noise and I turn. This blue..clear..wall..thing..Had moved. To like, protect me or something. And I see Mr. Eyepatch on the ground. So, I take this time to poke the wall. I figure I'll have more chances to see Mr. Eyepatch. Y'know..Later. So, anyway, I poke said wall and immediately pull my hand back. It's freakin' water! Who's ever heard of water just randomly springing up and defeating your enemies?! I know I haven't! I think it's like, against their DNA or something. Molecules? Anyway. It doesn't happen! But it did!
Meanwhile, Mr. Eyepatch, I guess, has gotten up and is looking at me through my little protection of water. H2O. Oh, heck yes! Ninth grade science class, how I salute you! I narrow my eyes at him and cross my arms again, inspecting him a bit.
He's not too shabby looking, if I do say so myself. Not that, y'know, I'm gay, or like boys or anything. I just don't think he's ugly or anything. I mean, it's okay for guys to say that, right? Like, they don't have to think every guy is BEAUTIFUL or GORGEOUS or something weird like that, but he doesn't have to prance around saying everyone but him's ugly. Not that he should prance. Most guys don't prance. Actually, I don't think I've ever seen a girl prance, either.
I guess they could..
But that isn't what I'm talking about! I'm talking about Mr. Eyepatch! Jeez! Stop distracting me! I blame you!
So, continuing on before I was so very rudely interrupted. Mr. Eyepatch wasn't too bad off, I don't think. He was kinda old, I'll give him that, but I guess not too much. He just looked more like it since he had a scar going up to his left cheek, while his right eye was covered with that eyepatch I was telling you guys about. (Heh, 'you guys' as if I'm actually talking to someone..) So, he wore this black, trenchcoat-y...thing, which like, tinkled whenever he walked- which is what he was doing right now. He was circling around my little cocoon of liquid- Heh, maybe I'll turn into a water butterfly.-, just looking me over, one black, gloved hand to his chin.
He had this weird smile on his face, and I got a little shivery. But hey- if I could control water, I could be like, a superhero! And this guy could be the main villain! Sweet! But, wait..
What if he WANTED me to think I could use water? What if HE could use water, and I was still a super hero, but I didn't have anything cool, or remember anything, and he used the water to make me think I was a super hero so I would scamper out all proud, then get destroyed? That FIEND! I decided to tell him as much, "You FIEND, Mr. Eyepatch!"
He looked at me weird again, then began laughing. Pfft. Laugh at me, eh? That's when I noticed he had gold eyes. You don't see those every day. But, back to my description of him. He was sorta old, I mentioned, but he wasn't, like, saggy-old. He was just..old. And he didn't have his trenchcoat completely around him, he just had it zipped up to like, his chest or something, so I couldn't really tell if he was wearing a shirt underneath his coat thing. Anyway, he also wore these black pants tucked into some boots that went up to his knees, it looked like.
He had long- and by long, I mean long, like, waist length- hair. It was tied into a really tight ponytail at the back of his head, and it looked like it hurt. Almost subconsciously I rubbed my head. I have a really tender head, and it would probably explode if you made it go back that tight. Not like I had the hair to do that. I just had a mullet. What? I love my mullet... Professional in the front, party in the back, I always say.
And then someone would say, 'And douche bag all around.'
But I'm thinking this, so that doesn't apply here- Yay!
So lets hop back on board the topic train, shall we?
Here we go! Anyway, he had long hair. And it was sorta brown-blackish with lots of gray in it, which made him seem older again. Then, Mr. Eyepatch-Mc-Fiendy-Pants spoke, "Mr. Eyepatch, huh?" he asked casually, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow, still smiling widely. Pfft, I am nothing to toy with, I'll tell ya what! But he had this really laid back voice. Like, I don't remember any other evil super villain ever having that laid back of a voice. It's weird. HE'S weird. This entire PLACE is weird.
Oh, man, I'm going insane. Thanks, Mr. Eyepatch! I'll sue you from hell!
"Y'know," he continued, not that I gave him any sort of 'go on' sign. He just kept going on. How rude. "I've never had someone call me Mr. Eyepatch before. Jackass, Bastard, random guy, Houdini, even. But never Mr. Eyepatch. What, you can't curse or something?" he asked, but he had this weird teasing tone to it, as if he didn't mean to actually insult. He just meant to..uh, break the ice? He looked at me expectantly. He wanted me to talk?
"Er." I said slowly after a moment, standing straighter and glaring at him, "What do you want with me?" I demanded, "And where the hell am I, for that matter? Where did you come from, and why can't you just say 'Hi' like a NORMAL human being, eh? And on that topic, who the hell are you?" I asked. There. That oughtta give him something to talk about. And then I'll get answers.
He smirked. Once again. Why can't this guy just stop smirking! It isn't cool! Not cool at all, man! "So, would you like me to answer your questions in order, or do you not care?" he asked, and then, without waiting for my answer, he started up again. Rude, rude, RUDE. You fail at life! "I, personally, don't want anything from you. You're in the World That Never Was. I came from some person, just like you. I think just saying "Hi" is way too overrated, plus, I'm not human at all, and neither are you, and I'm Xigbar. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, dude." he gave a mocking little bow, grinning.
Oh, you're cute. Bowing. Har, har. You still fail at life, and I still hope you trip and die over your dress. Neh.. Take that up the butt why don't you? Pfft. I cross my arms, then pause. Wait. "Wait!" I say, new questions whirring to life in my skull, "What do you mean 'I'm not human at all, and neither are you'?! I am too human! Lookit me! I could BLEED humanity if I wanted!" I gestured to myself, not caring I was only in boxers and an undershirt.
"Oh, right. You don't know." he said slowly after a blank moment. "Here, drop your little water shield before I have to manipulate it so you're out here." I blinked stupidly, and the next thing I know, I'm on the other side of my shield. I know I'm on the other side, because my shield is just standing there, almost as stupidly as I had, I guess. "You're a Nobody." he said calmly. I blinked. A nobody? Isnt that just what people call people who aren't important?
"Hey!" I protest angrily. "Who're you to tell me I'm a nobody? You don't even know the first thing about me!" I said, clenching my hands into fists and glaring daggers at him. I feel something inside me, though I'm not sure what it is. I dunno, but it's this weird sense of power. He rolled his eyes and I growl. Usually, I'm a really, really, happy guy. I mean, I usually can't be deterred for a second! But this entire situation, and now this guy..Urgh! I just wanted to punch him. And I brought my hand up to do so before I felt something appearing in it. Quickly I jerked my head up to see, and find a sitar! I remember the sitar! I used to play the sitar! I mean, I still do! But, the entire randomly appearing thing? It scared me. So I dropped it. And it vanished before it hit the ground.
"Nobody's are...different, from humans, catch my drift, dude?" Xigbar asked me, coming towards me as I stood there, probably looking like an idiot. I was too scared to care, though. "In my case, I get these things as weapons." he jerked his hands a little and two guns popped forward. I took a step back- I knew this guy was shifty! He laughed, though, "Don't worry, little dude. I won't hurt ya or anything. But these are my weapons. Yours is, apparently, a sitar. And you can control water, as you might have already noticed." he gestured with now-empty hands (I didn't see them vanish, mind you. They just..weren't there. This is so weird!) toward my shield of water which had quickly gone to my rescue that first time. It was slowly deteriorating by the second, I could tell. "I, on the other hand, can control space. Which is why I popped up here so fast, and I was able to get you out of your little shield so we could have this nice little chat, got it?"
I blinked, but nodded, then paused, and then shook my head. What was I saying? I didn't get this at all!
"Well, that's to be expected, dude." Xigbar said with a shake of his head, still grinning, "You just got here. Here, lemme take you to the Castle."
"We have a CASTLE?" I asked. Wait, We? There was no we! I wasn't whatever he said I was. How the hell could I be a Nobody that controlled water with a SITAR? I mean, who's ever heard of that! "..Do I get any clothes?" I ask him after a moment, feeling none too comfortable prancing about half naked.
He paused and unzipped his jacket, revealing that he did, in fact, wear a black, long sleeved shirt underneath the coat. "I musta forgotten yours back at the Castle. Don't worry, you can wear mine." and with that, he threw it at me, "For now, though. Don't get to comfortable." with an evil wink he continued walking. "Oh, and don't get this glamourous idea that we're good guys, either, us Nobodies." he said in a relaxed tone, just like everything else.
So, I decided not to allow him an answer for that, even though I was crushed that I wouldn't get to be a super hero. I mean, isn't that every kids' dream? So, I caught the robe and quickly pulled it on, grumbling discontentedly, "Who does he think he is?" he grumbled under my breath, quickly pulling the trenchcoat on and zipping it up. At least it covered me sorta. I had no shoes, though, which would make walking hell, but whatever. I could deal. As we got out of the darker place, I gaped as I looked up.
Oh yeah, we had a castle. And above it a giant heart, not yet filled in.
What kinda evil villains were we?
...Hehe...Evil Care-Bears, I bet..