A/N: This was born from nothing. Literately. No plot, no plan, no idea. I just started typing, and this is what came out. It's also my first time writing Organization XIII characters in fic.
Losing
Rhythm
At first, he panicked because he could not feel his pulse. He wanted to feel it rise and pump at a fast pace, just so he could know he was alive. When it did not respond to his pleas, he knew he was in some kind of state of mere being, as if in some kind of intermission.
Well, that's what he was told, anyways.
"A Nobody…?" he repeated, in disbelief.
"A Nobody." The mysterious hooded figure repeated. "The light rejects us, the darkness hates us. We have no place with them. All we have is each other."
Feeling alone and seeking companionship, for he had no desire to play solo, he had followed the man through a portal and across ethereal plains, finally reaching a dark city, illuminated by artificial lights. The place, however, was empty, and he soon came to learn that everything was empty in this world.
He explored and wandered to a silent beat. He met others that were supposed to be like him, that he was supposed to get along with in a brotherhood of harmony.
He felt little to no connection whatsoever and when he asked one of them, one that seemed to flare with attitude and life, what everyone could possibly have in common, he got a shrug and a reply, loose and listless, but it became the prelude to his new life.
"You've noticed how empty the city below us is, right? We're the same way. Dunno what the Superior told you, but we have no hearts. We're empty inside, and so are you."
And that was the only time Demyx could ever remember losing his rhythm.