Disclaimer: I don't own it. Never have, never will. Don't even really want to because if I did, it would be really bad. And nobody would want to play it and then I wouldn't make any money. Then what would the point of owning it be?
A/N: I was trying to go for a certain effect and I don't think I got it. Ah well, my second drabble. Hope you like.
Warning: A Demyx that isn't very happy go lucky. Sorry.
Dedication: To all those who read me.
Music of the Soul
Demyx was not dumb. It was all an act: ways to have the other members of Organization XIII underestimate him. No, Demyx was not dumb.
Therefore, even though he told the other members that he believed they had hearts- that they could feel-, he knew better. They didn't have hearts. They didn't have such paltry things as emotions. They didn't even need them.
At least in Demyx's opinion they didn't need them.
No… he had absolutely no need to work on finding a way of completing Kingdom Hearts. He didn't think there was any point to it.
Demyx didn't care about having a heart. He didn't need one to be able to feel, even if that feeling was completely abstract and unnecessary.
No, Demyx was not stupid.
There was a reason why he was always playing his sitar. Why he didn't really interact with the other members besides Zexion.
The only true reason he even went near Zexion was because Zexion didn't try to make it seem like he wanted a heart anymore than Demyx did. Demyx appreciated his honesty, even when he wasn't honest with any of the Organization.
The only true reason why Demyx played his sitar was not the reason he told the Organization. It was not because it was just his weapon and he liked it.
No, Demyx played his sitar because that was how he was able to feel.
Demyx knew about how people loved music; loved the vibrations, the crescendos and decrescendos, the sudden time signature switch. Music was an expression of everything that people felt.
Demyx played to express his emotions. It was his way of feeling. When he strummed his calloused fingers across the strings of his weapon, he felt the vibrations and knew what it was to feel.
This was all he needed to be able to feel.
Demyx didn't care about being a Nobody, so long as he had his sitar to keep him from losing all feeling.
When the Keyblade Master defeated him, Demyx lost his sitar. And he truly felt the pain of losing something dear.
When he lost how the way he was able to feel, Demyx didn't care that he was fading.
What was the point of staying when he didn't have his sitar to make him feel?
Yep, I don't think I was able to get what I was going for when I wrote this. Ah, well. Yay to my seventh story! Even if it's a sort of drabble.
Loves,
Lifes.Lover