Xaic's Note's
Alright, Xaic is my nobody. She will NOT make an appearance ::hears OChaters breathe a sigh of relief:: but will be mentioned maybe once or twice. This is based on my Health class notes (aka: Xaic's Notes). I had to shorten a certain word so I could copy faster. After I was done and just ignoring my teacher while he was going over them, I went back over how I had shortened the word, and how funny it made the serious notes look. I looked at it in a certain way, and I came up with this plot. No bunnies helped me in this one, nor have they ever helped! It was my love for Demyx and my annoyance when people call Zexion "Emo" that created this in the warped little headband-wearing head of mine.
Disclaimer: I only own Xaic (who doesn't even make an appearance!), nothing else. Not even the notes themselves! They belong to the note-people that made them for high schools nationwide.
The Castle That Never Was. Around this time of day, everyone would be up, and doing some random assignment the superior gave them. That is, all except the ones who ignored it. These "ones" who would ignore the missions, and ultimately be berated for it, spent this time doing whatever the hell they wanted to do. This included playing music, setting Marluxia's flowers on fire or drowning them, chopping random items of furniture in half, and walking on ceiling's and scaring the shit out of other people. It could also be spent making the newest member to the Organization's nonexistent life hell, or beg- er… coercing a superior, preferably Lexaeus or Zexion, for knowledge that was out of the normal reach.
For Demyx, it was usually the latter that he used unless he was working on his Sitar. Unknown to mostly any other nobody, Zexion actually took a liking to Demyx. Though he disagreed with the other nobody's beliefs, he looked understandingly upon his determination and lack of interest in fighting. He often could find Demyx walking around the castle, ignoring the fact that they could summon dark portals, humming and just zoning out with a smile on his face. Always the positive one, Zexion always thought to himself. However, VI couldn't't help but smell something different about the nobody. He didn't seem to behave like the others…
Most of the days Zexion found the tall blond, he was having fun, or doing anything that didn't involve mental stress. The way he played his Sitar was wonderful when he was alone; at least… that was what he thought. He could randomly walk by the blond, and find him rambling on about how certain chords could make a person feel relaxed... But that was one thing Zexion wouldn't let himself believe.
He once thought, 'Just how I would expect him to act.' Moving along a white hallway near the castle's library, Zexion "hmphed" at how frivolous the nobody acted, how abnormal it was for a nobody like his self to show something even remotely similar to an emotion. Passing him and giving him a curt nod, Demyx commented on how he looked frustrated. Zexion had immediately snapped that they had no emotions and that he did not looked frustrated.
After that small incident, he had noticed that Demyx stayed more in his room, or at least out of sight of VI. He had vaguely wandered if the fault was to be blamed on him… not that he cared or anything, because according to Ansem's Reports, that was impossible. And he would always believe whatever Ansem wrote.
'Unlike someone I know…' He thought to himself, coming out of his room months after their last encounter. He hadn't been paying attention to where he was going and accidentally knocked into another figure. He quickly scrambled up and looked at who he had run into.
His emotionless eyes widened a bit. There in front of him (AN:I know, it's SO cliché) was IX. As much as he didn't want to, he decided to help out the fellow nobody, and stretched his arm out, and downward, holding his palm to the side and waited for the blond nobody to take it.
"My apologies." He said as the blond shakily took the offered hand, helping pull himself back up into a standing position. The cobalt-blue haired nobody stared at the other with an absent look on his face.
"Ooh, I'm sorry." He apologized too. "I didn't mean to run into you… hey, haven't I seen you before?" He asked. Zexion noted that this member had an odd look upon his face.
"I certainly think so. If not, then I must have created an illusion that offended my beliefs earlier this year." He could see that the blond had remembered who he was. The look on his face said it all. 'How juvenile, faking emotions and displaying them like an auction.' He thought glaring at the nocturne. "Do not look at me that way." He demanded, stepping to his right to allow him to walk past IX.
"Um… okay. Sorry I disturbed you…" He said in a light voice before clamping his hand over his mouth. "I-I mean-"
Zexion just glared at Demyx over his shoulder, hoping that that was all he needed to do in order to make him be quiet. It seemed to work, as Demyx quietly whimpered at the glare, and backed up next to Zexion's door. "Stay out of my way." He warned the Nocturne. He seemed to almost smirk at the face the nocturne put on. He would perhaps… do this more often.
Demyx could only nod and gulp, noting to find a way to make this fellow nobody smile. He couldn't't let someone he knew go around with an emotionless behavior such as that. It was now his job, he decided, to give VI something to smile about.
Alas, that was the beginning of a series of unfortunate events for our Cloaked Schemer… ones that he had warned the other nobody against. His words wouldn't be heeded.
This first chapter is a very serious one compared to the others. Yes, I said chapter. I am so proud of myself! Anyways, the rest of the chapters are meant to be funny misunderstanding's from our lovable Nocturne. Only review if you want to. I'm awesome like that. Also, Flamers are welcome. Just know that your flames will keep me warm this coming winter. ::smiles::