A/N: Hello! Another short 2/3 shot from me, or possibly longer, depends if you review! This one is considerably loads different from my other stories. Please, R&R! My inspiration depends on you guys!
Demyx/Myde
"Nine, you have failed yet again on a simple reconnaissance mission. How?" The superior glared down at Demyx from his throne in the meeting room, and eleven pairs of almost sympathetic eyes were cast in his direction. Even Larxene, despite her sadistic nature, felt somewhat sorry for the blonde. She knew the superior was far from happy at nine. Well, as angry as one could be with no heart to feel.
"I- I don't know superior. I- I-"The rest of Demyx's sentence was cut off with a loud, bloodcurdling scream as the Superior lashed out at the blonde, his aerial blades marking a large IX in the middle of his left breast. Demyx looked down at the wound, blinking madly as blood began to seep from the wound. A look of pure anger and hatred cast itself on Xemnas' face as he stared at the blood leaking through Demyx's leather coat, the eleven other members in the room watching the fresh gashes with curiosity and confusion.
"H-How?" Came the words muttered from Zexion's mouth, his normally expressionless face showing surprise, his flawless tone stuttering on one word.
"He is not one of us. Not anymore. He needs to be disposed of." The rest of the Organization could only blink when a dark portal opened up beneath both Xemnas and Demyx, dragging them both in and depositing them only Kingdom Hearts knew where.
Myde jumped awake, eyes wide as the feeling of falling endlessly through darkness wearing off. His breathing was heavy, filling the quiet room with sound. He practically scrambled across his bed in the dark, mind hazy as he tried to find his bottle of blue pills that normally stood on his bedside table. The light in the bedroom had switched on due to the movement, the feeling of grit behind Demyx's eyes not bothering him as he read the back of the pill box.
Take two to three before bed each night, accompanied by one larger pill. No more than the recommended dose every twelve hours.
"Arh!" Myde threw the pills across the room in anger, finally clamping his hands to his eyes to protect them from the light. The pills had to be taken, he was contracted to do so. He had taken the right dosage, as he had been doing for the last four weeks, but no matter how strong the medication, the nightmares always came back.
A bag was thrown onto the couch, a book slammed onto the table accompanied by a tanned set of hands as Myde glared at his psychiatrist. The petite, brown haired woman raised a delicate eyebrow at him, tightened the bow at the back of her head and then spoke.
"Problem?"
"You said those fucking pills would work! I've been on those things for four weeks now and not one night of those twenty-eight have I actually had a good night's sleep!" Myde seethed, aqua eyes ablaze in fury as the woman merely raised her other eyebrow at him.
"Then I'll prescribe a higher dosage." She took out her notepad from the folder labelled 'Myde Fisher' and looked at her notes. "Oh dear."
"What?!"
"I can't prescribe a higher dose. A least, not a safe one." The woman narrowed her eyebrows at the notepad, placed her pen between her teeth and muttered to herself.
"Well?!"
"I think that the best option here would be for you to talk about these dreams. You haven't spoken of them in quite a while." At her words, a long silence ensued before Myde sighed in defeat, collapsing down onto the couch opposite her chair and closing his eyes.
"It starts off the same as always, nowadays. They used to be scattered dreams, vivid and yet blurry. But now it's always the same one."
"Which one, Myde?"
"The one in the meeting room. I can't remember the conversation though. But the boy from all the other dreams, I can see his face really clearly in this particular dream. It's almost so real that I can actually hear his voice, not imagine it." Myde stared up at the roof of the room, the glass windows reflecting him sat on the couch. For a second, a mere second, the image above flickered from Myde in his hoodie and jeans, to Demyx in his organization coat, his guitar case changing to a longer instrument. And then the reflection changed back to Myde, his guitar and his school bag.
"Anything else?"
"The boy in my dreams, the one whose eyes I see through, he seems so familiar. I just can't place it. Sometimes I'll look in the mirror, and for a split second I'll see him reflected back at me, before it changes back to the normal reflection." Myde looked his psychiatrist in the eyes, her brown orbs reflecting sympathy as she looked at the broken teenager sat before her. Myde almost scoffed at how she saw him.
"And the physical pain?"
"It's getting better. Doctor still says he can't think of anything that could have caused the scars or the original cut. He says it's like someone cut out my heart, and then put it back in, but then he backtracks and says that that would be impossible. He looks a lot like one of the guys from my dream too. But the weirdest part? He's never at the hospital apart from when I'm scheduled for an appointment." Myde rubbed his chest to dramatise the pain that would occasionally shoot through him every so often. His psychiatrist leaned forward, one elbow resting on her knee as she watched Myde.
"Mind if I see the 'scar' in question?" Myde flinched; the woman had never seen his scar, and was most likely doubtful that it even resembled the Roman numeral 9. Not in the mood to resist today, Myde simply pulled his hoodie down along with his top, revealing the scar. It shone brightly on his tanned chest, the accuracy of the IX chilling him to the bone every time he looked down at it. His psychiatrist traced her fingers over it in slight surprise, evidently shocked by its precision.
"Gods blood... That's so strange. It looks a lot like a burn." Myde shrugged at her comment, shaking his head at her.
"Nah, Doctor says that there's no way that that is a burn. It's a pure cut, carved in by a knife or something." Myde answered, pulling his hoodie back up and pressing out the creases.
"You have no memory of getting this mark?"
"Nope. Most of my memory is edgy, some parts of it not even seeming real. It's like most of it is an illusion, placed over me to stop me from suspecting something. I'm guessing I got this scar at one of the blank parts of my memory."
"Anything else?"
"One more thing, and It's really worrying me. My parents, sometimes I'll talk to them, and they'll stare at me like they don't know me, and then all of a sudden it's like a trance has taken over them, and they act normal again. But I suppose I'm just being paranoid." Myde pondered on how his psychiatrist always managed to make him go from angry to confused. It seemed like a talent of hers, confusing and calming him with a few simple questions that required him to talk.
"I'm sure it is, Myde. Come back to me at the end of the school day, and I may have another set of pills for you to use. If I don't, then we'll think of something that will get rid of the nightmares." She winked as she walked him out the door, her pink bows in her hair remaining very stiff. It was almost like she was an illusion too. Perfect, too perfect.
"I swear Tidus; it's getting worse every day. It's like, that shadow follows me everywhere. Something's not right." Myde expressed his concern, doodling randomly on the corner of his biology book. Tidus glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow.
"You're just being paranoid man. You're the only one who see's the shadow of a person following you."
"But listen to me, because this is the weird part. It's like whoever's following me controls the weather or something. One time, there was a full moon for five nights in a row and for those entire five nights I felt like someone was watching me. Another time it was constantly warm around me, despite the fact that it was minus two degrees!" Myde stopped doodling, grimacing when he realized that he had drawn the symbol that hung around the meeting room in his dreams. Tidus placed his pen on the desk, flipped through the biology text book before looking back at Myde.
"Look dude, you're just being really paranoid. I once read this thing in this book, and it said that if you want to, you can practically link any event in your life to a suspiscion or some crazy shit like that. Like that film! What was it, 23?"
"Yeah, except this isn't a film, this is reality Tidus! I swear that someone is following me!" Myde opened his mouth to say something else in his rant, but stopped short when he noticed something eerily weird with Tidus and the rest of the room. The teacher had paused at the front of the class, his hand on the board and his other in mid air, his body not even moving millimetres. Tidus had done the same, his vision fixed on the door in front of him, his body motionless. Everyone else in the class was exactly the same. A blast of warm air fled through the room, warming Myde up despite the fact that the heater in the room was broken.
Myde was so shocked at the atmosphere and everyone in the room that he failed to notice the smirking redhead sitting right on the edge of his table. The blonde practically jumped a mile in the air when he locked eyes with the redhead, who crossed his arms and continued smirking.
"Well well Demyx, it certainly has been a while."