Everyone thinks Demyx is an airhead, right? Looks may be deceiving.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts in any way shape or fashion.
Unknown Thoughts of a Nocturne
No hearts.
That's what Superior says. What he thinks. What he wants us to think.
But does he really know?
Does he know what I saw?
No. No one knows because no one listens to me. None of the others knows what I saw because they think of me as the dumb blond. The airhead musician.
Nothing more than a pestilent weakling.
But they don't know what I saw.
I sit here alone in my room, thinking as I play on my sitar quietly. Thinking back to when Superior had sent me on recon to check out what was going on at Hallow Bastion - something about two Keyblade Masters and the way to Kingdom Hearts.
I had seen the two former best friends fight over the body of an unconscious red-head girl. It had been an amazing battle, though something told me that it shouldn't have been happening. Something told me that they shouldn't be fighting at all. That it shouldn't have been this way at all…
From the side I watched as the brunette Keybearer staggered to the doorway to the keyhole. He held out his weapon to it and waited. It was still unfinished as I and the silver-haired Keybearer had noted before their tiring and bloody battle.
He couldn't lock it. I could tell that somewhere inside, he knew he couldn't yet.
The brunette had turned from the duck and the bi-pedal dog, having finally seen the crimson and ebony blade left behind by the other. Going over to it, he picked it up and examined it.
He knew what he had to do.
A small smile. Reversal of blade direction so that it was toward him…
I could feel my eyes widen as he shimmered with the light that had once been a part of him. The blade vanished, six light-filled hearts returning to their owners. Soon a seventh joined them in the air of the room and returned to the young girl, allowing her to wake.
No one but I had seen the eighth heart. It left into the air, moving off to a corner of the enormous room in a hiding place where no one could find it. I had seen it, though. I knew where it was.
My gaze had moved back to that of what was happening. The Keybearer – Sora was his name from what the three were screaming – fell back. His body vanished into nothingness. Sadness filled the air.
The one named Ansem – he looked a lot like Superior – came forward. However I did not watch him or listen to him. I kept my eyes on the two areas – where the heart landed and where the body had left.
Unknown to those who stood there, something had appeared. There had been a small glint of light. One of those Heartless – a Shadow – formed just a small ways from the group that was now surrounded by multiple Shadows themselves.
Within me, I could sense that it was him. The Keybearer. He was one of the creatures he hated most because of his sacrifice. That was one of the worst ways to go… Becoming nothing more than a low-ranked Heartless. Almost as bad as becoming a Dusk.
However…
After he had left, I watched the heart that was in the corner. It slowly formed into a boy. He looked much like the Keyblade Master. Heck, in his hands there was a keyblade.
It was at that moment that I knew. What the Superior had taught us – had repeatedly told us – was wrong.
Within seconds of forming, the boy that lay there– who we'd later christen as Roxas – writhed in pain. Not sure why, but I have an idea.
Sora had returned to normal. When he did, he was able to retrieve a part of his heart – the part with his memories. That is why the final member I know didn't remember anything of his somebody life.
I stop playing my sitar and just think. The Superior doesn't understand. Saix, Axel, Xigbar… None of them do.
I know the truth behind it all. I know what we really are. I know where we really came from. But no one listens to the "airhead musician."
No one knows that we are what we long for most.