It felt like I was treading on fragile glass, threatening to shatter and haul me into the endless abyss down below. The World That Never Was. Fitting. Ominous. Eerie. Everywhere you looked, dismal, black skyscrapers towered, casting their unsettling silhouette. It was as if all sound had been snatched or obliterated. You could hear nothing. You could see nothing. And the only thing I could feel was the gaze of something I just knew was far more formidable than I could ever contemplate. With every step taken, I became increasingly wary. I was almost certain I was being watched. Almost instantaneously the shadows began to shift and writhe beneath me. Until they finally took a solid form-a recognisably feminine figure. It moved with the grace and agility that only a dancer would uphold. Everything about this entity was just unpleasant. But the most unsettling factor with the fact that it lacked a face. I believe they were known as 'nobodies'. They bore the Organisation insignia on their chests which led me to think that they weren't very high ranking ones, either. I inhaled, closed my eyes. My eyes flickered open as I exhaled and sure enough, my hand was tightly coiled around the obscure keyblade that I had harnessed the power of in the world prior to this; Soul Eater. Sinister, I know. And it upholds its reputation well. You see, the longer one continues to wield this blade, the more they will begin to feel both their sanity and their soul slip away into the darkness. But it came with a strength that no one would question. Was it worth it? Not by far. But it was all I had. And with a swift blow to one of the nobodies I felt a surge of power course through my veins. And with in that instant, they had all deteriorated leaving no trace-just as nothing does.
"Damn! They told me you weren't armed!" I span round of my heels in search of the source of the voice. Actually, I was quite taken a back by his carefree tone. And that is when I laid eyes on him; and there, where the chasm of buildings parted, there stood a tower that dwarfed the rest which was introduced by a set of low, fanned out, stone steps. Grey, much like everything else in this world. But there, on those steps sat a man, not much older than myself. Twenty, at most. Strumming on what seemed to be an aqua blue guitar. His hair was styled in a very distinct fashion; dirty blonde hair spiked right up but loose at the back and on the sides with a few strands hanging in-between his bright, cyan blue eyes. Admittedly, he was a rather impressive musician but the melody was some what empty. Lacking something but I just couldn't figure out what. He was clad in a black, leather, hooded coat that covered his shoes and he had the tight fitting sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Something abut this guy was just too casual.
"Aw, man. They really chose the wrong guy for this one. Couldn't they have just given me recon?" Was he talking to himself? I wondered as the reluctantly pulled himself up and mounted his sitar. He narrowed his eyes and a smirk tugged at the right corner of his mouth.
"The name's Demyx. Number IX, the Melodious Nocturne. Don't talk much, do ya?" I was entirely unprepared for what happened next. With a flick of his wrist, a row of geysers were flung towards me and I the only choice I had was to thrust my body out of the way.
"You're pretty quiet y'know? Why don't we get to know eachother a little bit before I have to get on with my assignment of kicking your ass?"