Amanda: Hello, random peoples. I really have no idea where this came from. …No, scratch that, I know exactly where it came from. I wrote this for three reasons: One, I killed Demy-Chan viciously on the game and felt bad about it, so I wanted to make him not dead anymore. Two, I had a stroke of brilliance in the middle of Earth Science while talking to my dork friend Rebecca (which goes as follows:
"So, can I see a pen?"
"I don't know, can you?"
Sigh. "May I see a pen?"
"A black one?"
"No, a blue one."
"…!")
So, yeah. Three, I'm a cruel bitch. Kind of like life, 'cept with an attitude. So don't blame me, I love Demy. Blame the blame the blue pen that inspired this crap.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.
Fears of Blue by Bluemoon4sphinx
Since the day of his almost-death, Demyx had been terrified by the color blue. It was an odd fear, especially considering almost everything he owned was blue. At one point, the terror had grown to such extent that he had gotten rid of all of his blue clothing(which left him with very little, by the way) and had started painting everything blue in The Castle that Never Was white, not that it made much of a difference. The castle was already almost all white, but even the tiniest bit of blue terrified him to no end.
Of all the things he was afraid of, he never though he'd be afraid of blue. He thought about it, and quickly came up with two reasons: One, the sudden rush of blue in the suit that had given the keyblade bearer enough power to start his fading. The second reason was the disturbingly cruel shade of sapphire the bearer's eyes had took on when he was about to land the final blow. The bearer was not supposed to be vicious like that, especially not him. Roxas and Sora were basically the same person, after all.
Roxas had been close friends with Demyx. Not as close as Axel, no, but close. Then again, Demyx's definition of 'friend' was someone kind who could talk to him without degrading him. But Demyx was used to being made fun of, so just the young nobody's company was appreciated. If Roxas was so nice to him, why did Sora insist on killing him when he didn't even want to fight?
Demyx considered this as he finished off the last strip of blue wall. He stood up and half-admired his work before making his way back to the bathroom to wash away from his hands, and strangely, his face. While he was staring in the mirror, washing the white from his skin, he realized there were two blue things he couldn't get rid of. He couldn't part from his precious sitar; it meant too much to him and it was his only line of defense. And of course he couldn't get rid of his eyes; he valued his sight. Besides, he wasn't that crazy!
…Yet.
Amanda: Yes, I know. It was a stupid, random drabble. I'm sorry; I just had to get this out of my head. Forgive my insanity. You can review, even though this crap doesn't deserve it.