Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Kingdom Hearts. As much as I would love to keep Demyx and Xigbar locked in my bathroom, I can't. All I own is my imagination, a laptop, and a collection of strange muses.
Warning: This does contain male/male. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows. On another note, this isn't nearly as angsty as it first appears. Give it a chance?
Demyx knew this had to be a nightmare. After all, nothing so… nightmarish… could happen in the waking world. It was that simple. Xigbar… no. Xibar couldn't be dead, or what passed for dead among those without hearts. It was simply impossible. He was too powerful, too smart, too… amazing… to be killed by that scrawny little brat! But… he'd seen it, hadn't he? Number Two, Xigbar, his Xiggy, with that cursed key jutting from his body, fading into darkness…
He'd screamed and cried, begging whatever force that looked after them to take him instead of his beloved. He'd never told Xigbar… never told him how much it meant to have him around. Never told him why he was so sure he had a heart…. After all, how can you love someone without a heart? And he loved Xigbar, had loved him since the first time the larger man had ruffled his hair and told him that he'd be okay. But then, how could he have told him? It wasn't something that came up naturally, and Demyx had always been terrified that Xigbar would reject him. Tomorrow, he'd always said, tomorrow I'll tell him. And now… now there were no more tomorrows.
He thought Xemnas would be pleased. Seeing the one person who brought light to his shadowed world destroyed had driven him crazy. And with that insanity had come more power then he'd ever imagined. The insufferable key blade wielder and his moronic companions had died, as every molecule of water in their bodies had reacted to Demyx's commands. It had been messy and satisfying but it hadn't brought the sniper back.
Xigbar hadn't even left a body that Demyx could hold and cry over. All he could think about was that golden eye flashing, the crooked smile, and the indignity of being killed by a… a wannabe hero followed around by a talking dog and a pantsless duck! It wasn't fair… nothing was fair! In another world, another time, he and Xigbar would have been together. In another world and another time, Xibgar would have dodged the fatal blow. In another world and another time… but he wasn't there, now was he? He was here, in a cold castle, lit by that cursed moon… Without anything to make it worth it any more.
Demyx scarcely felt the hands that tried to help him. He could vaguely hear the voices of the still living members of the Organization. How many of them were left now? He didn't know how he'd survived… The thirteen had dwindled, becoming twelve, and then eleven, and ten, and nine, and eight… One by one, they'd succumbed to the darkness… An idea struck Demyx, a small thought that took hold, and wrapped around him. He could join Xigbar. Join him in that unknown darkness… With that decision made, he opened eyes he hadn't realized were closed. Through his tears, he couldn't make out those who surrounded him, but he could see one thing. The Keyblade. Laying where its commander had dropped it as he died. Lunging, the young nobody ignored the feigned reactions of the others as he picked it up. Why could he? Why had it remained? More questions he couldn't, and wouldn't answer. Taking a deep breath, he spoke "I'm coming Xigbar…" before plunging the curious weapon into his chest.
Author's Note: Today has been a productive day for my muses. No, it doesn't end here. There's at least one more chapter, maybe two, depending on the lovely reviews I get. After all, I could never do something this horrible to my Xiggy and Dem-dem, now could I? Thank you to all that have reviewed my stories so far, such things encourage me to continue writing. Constructive feedback is always welcome. This story is a bit experimental for me, so tell me what you think?