This is just a little thing I wrote one day when it looked like it was going to rain. It's intended to be continued one of these days (chapter two is in the works) but for now I hope you enjoy this kind of enigmatic, Demyx-centred piece.
Don't Be Mad
1. Rain Again
Rain drops, big and round and clear, falling sparsely from the heavy clouds overhead signified the beginning of a long downpour for the rest of the already dark night. They also roused a small black-clad figure from his dreamless slumber, spotting down on his exposed cheek. Blue eyes blinked open, taking their time at first, but when he realized he must've fallen asleep on patrol again, he sat up fast. Xemnas wasn't going to like this, he knew. Seeing that he was mistaken, however, eased his worries, if only for a moment. He could tell where he was because of the blue cliffs rising behind and in front of him, forming an immense gorge leading away from the town that he remembered lay somewhere beyond all this blue rock. Now his back rested against one of the towering cliffs as another concern forced its way into his already befuddled mind. He had not a clue as to what he was supposed to be doing here in Hollow Bastion.
Demyx scratched his head. There was definitely a reason for being here. There had to be. He searched his memory, trying to recall why he'd been dispatched to this world. It seemed strange how the answer eluded him. Everything felt distant, like it all happened long ago. Perhaps he'd been asleep for longer than he thought. But right now all that didn't matter. Nothing did. Rain fell freely from the sky, so while it lasted he'd be okay. He always was. Demyx tilted his head back to watch the droplets coming down. They made him wonder what it would be like to fall so far, all the way from a cloud that didn't want you anymore, and splatter down on the cold, hard ground. The life of a drop of water—it couldn't be all bad, though, because soon hundreds of thousands more in the same predicament would surround you. Then they regroup for awhile before starting over again when the sun inevitably interferes, splitting them up into separate little drops like before. Hard circumstances, but at least it would never be lonely. He vaguely remembered that the whole situation with the water had a name…oh yeah; it was called the water cycle. That didn't exactly do it justice, though. Sighing to himself, Demyx moved away from the high blue cliff and stretched out belly-up on the wet ground. He didn't mind that his head ended up in a puddle, soaking a good potion of his mullet before he folded his arms behind his head in a relaxed way.
Maybe he wasn't sure on a lot of things, but lying there, staring up at the falling rain, the Melodious Nocturne understood that one was indeed the loneliest number in the universe.