Demyx wanted to be a real boy
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Summary: Demyx just wants to be a real boy.
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Demyx wanted to be a real boy. He wanted a heart and feelings.
Everything he ever wanted was never to be exemplified through himself though. Everything he ever wanted for himself was found in Roxas. Roxas, heartless and emotionless, found what Demyx had been searching his whole existence for.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?! Why did Roxas get Demyx's happy ending?
Roxas didn't even care! Roxas was just fine being a Nobody. He wasn't looking for a soul, but he found his anyway.
It was almost enough to bring tears to Demyx's eyes, because Demyx had seen the result. Roxas was no longer Roxas but Sora, and he looked happy. Damn happy. Nearly giddy with joy. Sora had friends and something to fight for. Something he was fucking passionate about. Demyx wanted to have friends. Demyx wanted to have passion. But with a hole where his heart should be, he found himself lacking in several empty crushing ways.
Demyx strummed at his sitar, the only thing that kept him half sane. He searched for the notes and cords that would express his melancholy. But he couldn't find them.
"I bet Roxas, my bad Sora, could find them. I bet he could write a freakin' symphony!" he shouted as he threw his sheet music away from him and flopped back in his bed. But his anger was not fully expressed as the papers merely floated to the ground instead of making holes in the wall like he wanted.
He frowned. This was the closest to experiencing real emotions that he had ever been. He had always felt like he was merely floating, drifting along in a sea of emptiness and yearning.
Great. Now, Roxas could actually make him feel things. What couldn't that lucky bastard do?