Rain. It was always so soothing. Especially at the dead of night, or in his case, it was always night. So, in truth, it was always welcome…in the world that never was. He sighed running his fingers lightly across the strings of his sitar. He turned his blonde head to the window and looked out up at the bright moon in the shape of a heart the only source of life and light in this bleak dark world. The soft pattering against the open windowpane made the blonde sigh, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. He never realized it, but…rain had always soothed him. No matter the condition. He guessed it was probably due to the fact that it was raining when he arrived in this place. It gave him comfort, a comfort he felt nostalgic about without ever trying to figure out why. He liked the feeling, and therefore, wouldn't interrupt its blanketing security it had over him.
He ran the tips of his bare fingers over the strings again a light tune coming from the instrument nestled in his lap. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to sing. Lyrics popped into his head whenever it rained, more so when it rained the when it didn't. Otherwise he usually had to think, for unconditionally long periods of time, until it clicked.
" A sweet melody for a bright white moon.
A shining rain shower in the late afternoon.
A tantalizing memory, its fragrance sweet as crystal drops of dew.
A forgotten song, a romance long gone if I only remembered you.
Empty melodies
Empty hearts.
A bright white moon.
To keep away…the dark."
He sighed taking a deep breath as the atmosphere returned to its dreary silent self once more. It was odd they didn't really need sleep. Or perhaps it was the memory of sleep that allowed them to? Either way, everyone was always so grumpy when it rained. He didn't even dare cross paths with Saix lest you wanted to be missing a limb or have a black eye. Despite this knowledge…it was ever so quiet this night, he couldn't figure out why either. Usually he would hear Axel and Roxas making a racket outside, a broken vase, a loud yell of anger from Marluxia which was then proceeded with more bangs suggesting that the scythe wielder and summoned his weapon, and then a silence as he would silently laugh to himself as he heard Superior's deep tenor voice through his door. Reprimanding all three of them and telling them to keep it down if they wanted to kill one another. He usually went out with the two on their annoy-Marluxia escapades but tonight was a dull night it seemed. So he leaned back, hands behind his head and he took up the familiar position of lying amongst his pillows staring, for an odd number of hours, at the blank ceiling wall. He sat up as he felt a certain irritating dryness beginning in his throat. For some reason, he mused; rain had always caused him unnatural thirst, as well.
He sighed again as he swung his legs over the edge of his bed, and twitched a little at the coldness of the floor beneath his bare feet. He was wearing blue boxers with raindrops on them, and a gray tee shirt. He didn't feel it necessary to put anything else on, not like anyone else was up anyway. He rubbed his blue eyes and yawned, stretching as he stood up. He made one last quick glance at the rain dotted window, and then walked to the door opening it to the bleak hallway of the castle.
He trudged down the long corridor, not really thinking about where he was going. Every once in a while he looked up at the door numbers. Six, Five, Four. He paused, and stopped counting mentally, blinking at the door. It was open but only by a little. Could Vexen be up? But why at such a late hour?
"Hehe…I should see if he made any new potions…" Demyx giggled silently to himself, remembering frequently the man's outrage when Axel, Roxas, or he had taken one of his many potions. He pressed an ungloved hand to the door and pushed it open a little, it creaked, rather loudly, and Demyx winced biting his lip as he pulled away. He looked into the room, his head drooping.
"Oh man. Guess I won't…" he sighed at he saw a long waterfall of blonde hair. Vexen had fallen asleep…in the middle of an experiment, again. He snickered closing the door and continuing on his way down the hall. A bright light not too far away gave the inclination that someone had forgotten to close the lights after they raided the fridge.
"Xigbar…I bet." He said as he stopped again. He looked at the wide open door of his Superior's room.
"S-Superior? Hellllo? Anyone in there?" Demyx frowned, knowing that if Xemnas was awake and in his room, he would've got a reprimanding by now. He scratched his head as he peered into the large room, it was dark with only the light of Kingdom Hearts filtering through the large windows to the far left of the room, the bed sheets were untouched, and no one was insight either.
"That's weird. Kinda creepy too." He gulped walking at a more brisk pace than before as a loud bang coming from behind him made him jump. He wheeled into the kitchen, panting a little sweat on his forehead.
"W-What was that?" he grimaced at the shake in voice. He put his hands to his head.
"Oooh stop being such a worry wort, Demyx! Superior is probably out around the castle somewhere…" he let out a rather shaky laugh as he walked to the sink and turned the chrome knobs, causing the faucet to spew clear water. He sighed as he cupped his hands and splashed a little water onto his face, his head shot up as a he saw something, like a shadow, skim across behind him in the windows reflection. He whirled around water dripping off his face, and landing silently on the tiled floor.
"Hello? Marluxia? Axel? Uh…R-Roxas…" his hand shook a little as he turned back around. Why was he feeling this sudden dread, a deep pang in his stomach he grabbed a glass and filled it to the top. Pressing it to his lips as he gulped down the water to about half way, before he screeched as a closet door banged shut. He panted gripping the edge of the sink in sheer terror.
"I-It's nothing…Demyx. You're just imagining things…haha…" he let out a nervous laugh before placing his cup on the counter, the lights flickered as a boom of thunder erupted through the silent world. He paled…turning slowly back around.
"Hello…Demyx" that voice. It made goose bumps rise on his arm and his stomach lurched. What was it? He blinked as the light above flickered.
"Oh…please don't go out…please don't go out…" He whispered turning around grabbing his cup and finishing his water. He felt fingers brush against his cheek as he shrieked and jumped away.
"W-Who's there! C-Come on guys this isn't funny!" Demyx yelled his voice shaking; he cursed himself trying to cover up the shake in his voice by clearing his throat and standing straight. A chuckle, another flicker of the lights, he gulped edging towards the door. When the light popped. Blanketing the room in pure and utter darkness.
"Oh…no." he whispered as he felt himself go cold.
"Now…you're mine!" Demyx gasped as he felt a gloved hand, the same one that touched his face before, grab his shoulder and slam him into the sinks rims. He gasped as he looked up a hooded man standing before him. His eyes widened as he noticed that the jacket was none other than the one worn by the Organization.
"W-Who are you!" he asked his voice quavering. The man chuckled.
"Can you feel it?" he pulled out a long glinting knife and brought it to Demyx's exposed arm. He pressed the knife into his skin; the blonde gasped trying to pull away.
"S-Stop! W-What do you want?" the man chuckled at the boy's frightened questions.
"Can you feel the terror? One who has no emotions? Can you feel the pain, and anguish that of which you have so long forgotten?" The man whispered slicing the boy's arm open, Demyx gasped. He couldn't move, his body was ridged and un-answering to his calls, to run, get away. He tried to yell, but his throat closed up. The person smirked their teeth gleaming in Kingdom Hearts luminous glow. They brought the bloody knife to their mouth, and licked the blood off. Demyx stood rooted to the ground his legs weakening as he looked at his bloody arm. Shivers went down his spin at the sight of the gruesome cuts, and the blood dripping off his arm.
"So. How does it feel? Demyx." The man whispered into his ear as he brought the blades point to Demyx's cheek.
"N-No…s-stop, please." Demyx managed to gasp out before he felt the cold steel cut into his flesh. His cheek burned as the knife was buried into his skin, and he tried with all his might to think of a place to escape to, yes, the key word-escape. The man smiled as he licked the blood off the boy's cheek causing Demyx's eyes to widen a bit as he tried, but failed, to break the man's grip on him. The stranger turned around grabbing a towel that was lying on the tabletop. There was an long pause as the man wiped his knife on the towel, uncaring to Demyx's labored breathing due to fright. The gentle rain pattered against the window. Demyx looked down at the floor, thinking, that just a few hours ago he was playing to this rain, the very same rain that now laughed as it watched him, from it's glassy surface as he slowly succumbed to the lack of blood and coldness, death.
"You see. I am trying, not to hurt you…too badly. But your pathetic excuse for an emotion is annoying me quite a lot." The man hissed slicing Demyx's other arm, he watched as he brought the knife slowly to the boy's abdomen and push in forcefully, Demyx gasped his blue eyes trailing down to the red blotch forming on his tee shirt. He saw the boy slide to the floor, blood dripping down the sink as well. He grabbed Demyx by the collar.
"You could have been…so much more, Demyx. Let alone, free! Why did you choose this life? A life of boundaries, cells, bars and chains to keep you down?" he let go of Demyx pausing as he looked down at the boy who's arms were both cut, from the top of his shoulder to wrist. Pools of crimson lay at either side as the red liquid dripped down his arms. Demyx panted, his bangs hanging over his fevered head, as he looked up at the unknown man, his mind blank. He couldn't call for help since no one came into mind. He couldn't even gather enough energy to summon his beloved sitar. It pained him to know that it was lying lifeless on his bed, alone. Just like he was. His eyes widened a bit as the man crouched down before him, he placed his knife on Demyx other cheek.
"I'm sorry…dear friend of mine. It is…for your own good, I'm afraid." He never expected it. And yet he did. He saw the knife rise up to about eye level, but he never would of thought that the man would slice right across both his eyes.
"Ah!" He let out a muffled cry, since a hand was forcefully placed over his mouth. Everything was black. Yet, he was trembling. How! How was it possible? He didn't have emotions he should be feeling anything. He didn't want to die! Not like this!
Why is this happening!
"I…shall free you from this despicable life you're living…"
"No…please. I-I don't want…die. I need to find a-a heart!" Demyx whispered his eyes shut tight, as he trembled when the man placed a hand on his bare shoulder.
"You who were born in darkness. Shall see nothing but darkness." The man whispered.
He felt…what was the word? Happy? Yes. That's it. Happiness something he hadn't felt since...gods he didn't even know when the last time he felt this...emotion called happiness. Had he been a nobody for that long? Or, maybe it was because prior to his death and turning into a nobody he never was really happy. That could be it, couldn't it? If only he knew who he was...what really happened. He wouldn't feel this depressed, this sadness. He hated to be sad. It never suited him, not even if he knew that he wasn't wanted by this Organization, even if he knew he was an outsider that he wasn't like the rest, that they…hated him.
You were never meant to fight...Demyx. Your heart. Your soul was never evil to begin with. Remember.
This voice...it seems so familiar to him, but who's is it?
A small light erupts the blackness encompassing his vision. A small boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes, is crying in the dirt road as a broken instrument lies at his side. A group of three other boys stand before the weeping child kicking dirt in his face as they surround him.
"Haha, aw. You gonna cry because we brwoke yer little stupid guitar!" a boy with chocolate brown hair asked as he grabbed the blonde by the collar of his shirt.
"L-Leave me alone!"
"SHUT UP! Don't tell me what to do you little wimp!" the young boy with blonde hair was punched in the stomach, various times, as the two other boys took shots on him. He felt the boy's grip, the one who was holding him; release him as he fell onto the ground. He heard the three other boys yelp and cry in pain.
"SHIT! It's those god damn teenagers!"A black haired boy grabbed the blonde by the arm, "You never told us you had older friends, you little…" A rock hit the black haired boy on the side of head, and he whirled around. A boy with a jet black pony tail and what seemed, oddly enough, the beginning of graying hair in a stripe down the middle.
"Ah, ah, ah! Didn't anyone ever tell you, it's not nice to pick on others." The boy winked, pointing behind him as two others, around his age of eighteen or so, stepped out from the woods.
"Shit…lets get out of here!" all three cried, sprinting towards the town, a few miles down the road. Another boy, with black hair as well and unruly side burns bent down in front of the sniffing blonde, he let out a sigh.
"Medy…you really need to learn to stick up for yourself, you know?" the blonde sniffed, hugging his knees, and turning his head away. The boy with the side burns turned around and shrugged. Another boy with bright blue hair and slightly pointed ears harrumphed, walking over to Medy and grabbing him dragging him up off the ground.
"Listen to me, Medy! If you want to survive! If you want to even attempt to make a life for yourself here…you better learn how to fight!"
"Sai! Come on…"
"No! Braig! Why the hell did you have to go and pick a damned fight with them! We're outsiders as it is! You didn't have to go and pull that hero shit!" Sai stated, very calmly and collected, as he stared down his senior. Braig snorted and shrugged.
"Whatever I was just practicing my aim is all".
He looked at his sitar, the one his mother gave him…before she died. He loved it, and now…it was gone. Destroyed…he'd nothing to remember her by…empty. He felt so…empty, as he silently picked up the remains and held them close.
"S-Sorry." He whispered, as he started to walk away.
"I…didn't mean to cause you trouble." He sniffed, tears trailing down his eyes.
"Hey! I know!" Braig shouted pointing. Sai snorted.
"You? Actually know something? Braig winced, "Ouch, harsh much?" The boy with the side burns and black spiked hair snorted.
"What were you going to suggest, Braig?" he attempted to sound interested.
"Even, duh! He's like…crazy about that crap, isn't he? He'll fix your sitar in no time, little buddy!" Braig said briskly walking over to the blonde and wrapping an arm around, as he steered him to the woods.
"You know…Even doesn't like it when you give him too much at once, Braig." Medy's eyes widened.
THAT VOICE! It's his!
Blackness. "I'm so…cold." He laughed. "Oh. Yeah. That's right. I don't have…a heart. But that was…"
Remember…me…REMEMBER!
He gasped as he took his last breath. The man looked down at him, he knife dripping with fresh blood. He dipped his finger into it, and pulled out a piece of paper. He slammed it on the table and wrote. Until the voice of the others filled the castle. He turned and looked once more at Demyx a small smile on his face.
"I'm glad…Demyx. You finally are in peace." He summoned the boy's sitar and rested it on his cold lap, disappearing into a portal afterwards, never to look back, again.
A silence, a brief pause.
Like a peaceful interlude between the ending of one song and the beginning of the next. The crowd silently waiting in undeterred anticipation. An instrument, a melody, a symphony from the heart, as you graze the strings with light fingertips.
There are no words to describe peace once one has felt its aura.
Silence as a crystal rain drips down from the black charcoal sky. A wish. A promise between friends. Forgotten just as the chalk drawings are erased by a subtle rain shower.
This is what silence brings, and how it shall end. Truth held only by its wielder.
Chains of fate.
Chains of memories.
Silence now. As the rain-washes over thee.
Yeaaah...sorry all you Demyx fans... xD It pained me, it really did! BUT! There is more to come...hopefully. I dunno though. I shall se from your reveiws! Get the hint? Good! REVEIW! NOW! xD
