Empty Melodies
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, writing for the fun of it.
Demyx stared at his sitar. When he was normal, when he was human, this was his life. His parents were divorced, his mother always worked, so he played.
He would write song after song after song, writing it all down, sketching the notes and playing the tunes until he had whatever felt right to him.
Now…
Without a heart, one cannot feel satisfied. Without a heart there is nothing you can feel. He didn't feel satisfied with the way it sounded, he didn't enjoy playing it. His human memories said he had a favorite song, when he played it…
Nothing. As usual.
His empty melodies didn't make anyone else feel happy or even mad when they heard it. Nothing. There was a place in the Castle that Never Was where the music from his room could be heard loudest, the Hall of Empty Melodies. That's how it got its name.
Demyx sighed, stringing the chords, smiling at himself though nothing was truly funny, or amusing. He wanted to be a rock star when he was younger, when he was human.
So very funny how fate messes with you.
Now he was in an Organization with a bunch of people like him, emotionless. Some didn't seem that way, Xigbar, Larxene, Roxas…Axel especially. He tried not to seem that way. But again and again, whenever he played a chord, the memory came back to haunt him.
He had gone back to his world. Went back to speak to his mother. She hadn't known it was him. He didn't know what feeling made him want to speak with her. She didn't recognize her own son.
Because it wasn't him anymore.
What was my human name?
Emyd. That was it. He continued to play, and though the cords had to make music he no longer recognized it as such. It was noise, because without a heart to listen to it with there was no emotion in the music of the emotionless.
A knock. Surprised, Demyx stopped playing and opened the door. It was Xion, her hood was down, which was unusual, and her sad blue eyes were fixed on the ground. She lifted her head and said,
"What was that you were playing?"
Demyx shrugged, sitting back on his bed. "I always play this song; it's the song of this castle."
"I like it."
Demyx was used to taunts from the other members and stared suspiciously at Xion, searching her face. There was no mocking laughter in her eyes, or her expression.
Who was she again? Oh yeah. The puppet. The moving doll invented by Vexen or someone to do the work of constructing Kingdom Hearts with Roxas and the Keyblade Hero. Could she feel?
He stared at her a moment, then kept playing.
"It sounds sad."
"You just noticed? Our lives aren't exactly happy right now. You can listen if you want, I don't care."
She didn't say anything, just sat down and listened. Her eyes were closed.
Surprised, Demyx continued to play. And was it his imagination, but did the chords begin to sound like music again…? It was brief, but Demyx was sure, there was a melody in the song.
Xion sure is strange. I wonder if she does this to everyone.
He knew she was made of memories, and maybe she could mess with other people's memories too. He wouldn't know.
The chords continued to play.