Everyone in the Organization wondered why Demyx was always so cheerful, but whenever they asked, he'd just smile and say "No reason." Because Demyx's secret happy place was only for him to know.
It always there when he needed, and even when the nights were long and cold. Personally, though he'd never admit it, he'd always thought Xemnas got it right when he created The World That Never Was. It was the perfect place to keep his happy place secret. With all the shadows and dark alleyways, he could always get confused with someone else in the Organization or even a trick of the light, the only light being that from Kingdom Hearts and the neon lifeless lights on in the empty skyscrapers.
Once again, after another harsh one-on-one meeting with Saïx, who had chewed him out yet again about being an underachiever, Demyx had retreated into his happy place. This time, it was in a far corner of the world, huddled next to a decorative dumpster and a wall. He inhaled deeply, holding his breath. He had just became aware of approaching footsteps. The sound echoed seemingly from everywhere, so to be safe, Demyx put up his hood before inhaling again.
Just then, something shot out the darkness above him, just inches away from his hand. He stood up from his croching position, looking up at a ledge where Xigbar was hanging off of a ledge three quarters of the way up the building. He hopped down, landing in front of Demyx, thankfully blocking the light coming from one of the lifeless buildings.
"Oh, one of us, eh?" Xigbar asked, looking at the hooded figure, only beeing able to fully see the hood string ornaments. "But how can I really be sure that you're one of us?" Demyx drew up his sleave and showed the special tattoo that Xemnas speciall burned on his wrist along with the other twelve; a red XII. Xigbar huffed and pulled out a cigarette, handing it to the hidden Demyx, replacing the one he had dammaged. He turned back around. "Get back to the castle. Big man wants to have a word with everyone. Someone new has just been found."
Demyx sighed. It was going to be painful getting another line on his tattoo; it had when it when the dash before the X was removed, and again when there were more added to the other side. He looked at the cigarette Xigbar handed to him, stuck it in his mouth, and lit it. It was going to be a long night.
When the meeting was done and when everyone was in line to get their tattoos edited, no one took notice to the soft smell around him. For they never questioned what made him happy, and he doubted he'd ever tell.
Anti-Form Sora: Okay, hi! Um, yeah, another emo story. I hope that the fact that Demyx was smoking a cigarette early in the story before I actually used the word. I hope you liked it.