overture
This is Chapter Zero to a -really, really- weird Orginization story that will focus on Demyx and Axel, in a kind of AU-verse right after Roxas leaves but Axel doesn't know he still exists-only in Twilight Town.
Enjoy :3
By the way-future chapters LOTS longer.
Long, slender black-clad fingers strummed away at the strings of a sitar. He and the hulking instrument shared a name-the Melodious Nocturne. Demyx was sure that he would never be able to survive without this massive blue obsession that had kept everything okay.
Demyx knew he had it worse than the other nobodies. He couldn't know it with his heart, but he could know it with his soul. How he rued the loss of that precious object that allowed him to suffer, that caused him to suffer.
Because Demyx was a musician-because he played that sitar-he felt the pain of being heartless more than any of the others.
Demyx could feel that he couldn't feel. He knew that there was nothing for him as long as he lacked those paltry nuisance's that each and every one of them longed for. The blonde-musician knew one thing. He needed to feel his music in order for it to be perfect. And he couldn't.
The boy joked around to keep up a fake-smile. He had to try and have a heart for the music. The boy would do anything to get a heart-for the music. It was all about the music. While his body, his soul, his heart remained irregular-the music was continual. The music would never leave him, the music would change but remain the same.
Demyx would not leave his precious sitar-so he fought with it. He manipulated water-crystal clear and would yield to only him. It would even douse the angry Axel's famous flames.
The younger boy, though he knew he felt the burden of being emotionless more, knew Axel was closer to him than anyone else. The man had done what he could not-loved where all was loveless.
Demyx envied Axel, and at the same time damned him to hell with every ounce of his pitiful 'being.' Axel had managed to love Roxas. The living Melodious Nocturne fancied that, while Roxas had not loved back, that he would have-out of resolution alone. Because Demyx wanted to feel that badly.
He wanted to feel pain, he wanted to feel hurt, he wanted to feel love, he wanted to feel like he had a heart. Because he could strum away at those strings all day, all night, and in between-he could miss sleep, he could miss food, he could miss 'social interaction' but he still couldn't feel the music.
He couldn't feel.
He could only want.
He could only wait.
But he got tired of waiting, tired of that horridly empty feeling that came when he tried to play his instrument, his soul, his existence. He lied to make everything better-but he couldn't lie anymore because there was no one to lie to but himself-and he wasn't himself! The lie wasn't making anything better, it was only making things worse! The lying had to stop, and he knew it.
But the others only saw his smile.
They didn't see the inner turmoil, that wasn't pain-that wasn't dejection, that wasn't unhappiness. Because only the shadow of those emotions remained-even though they were the dark, and it was hard to a shadow in the pitch black.
And the others eventually noticed Demyx lost his unusually annoying 'personality', his tainted sense of humor, his polished naivety. They knew, but they said nothing. It had happened to each and every one of them-Demyx was just a little late on catching the infection. They expected him to break, they just didn't know when. They just had to sit back and watch the show, watch him realize that he couldn't pour his heart and soul into his music-because he didn't have a heart.
But Axel wasn't about to let the boy's delusional world fade into black.