Okay, I shall make this MORE than clear—I love the Demyx/Sora pairing. It's almost canon, it's almost crack, but it's awesome. I wish to spread the love, and make it something people will cherish every time they see Sora or Demyx. It can be SOOOO fluffy, ne? It's also kinda risqué, a Nobody and our lovely protagonist who's full of heartage (made-up word!).
Well, please review, or flame, but give a reason for either one of the two. I'd rather have constructive criticism, though, so…yeah. Enjoy!
Oh, be forewarned—this is kinda based off of an RP my girlfriend, her cousin, and I are doing, and so expect some OOC on Demyx and Sora's part.
Disclaimer:…Dude, crack pairings and yaoi would be EVERYWHERE if I owned Kingdom Hearts.
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Demyx…he's always been rather immature. Whether he's in the middle of a fight, or when he's depressed beyond consolation, the fauxhawk-donning young man always likes to think he's happy, and put on that goofy mask so everyone thinks he's just dandy, and nothing's ever wrong.
However, even he wants to take that mask off sometimes, especially after that fight…
After that encounter with him, Demyx has been contemplating a lot of things. None of them have anything to do with sidewalk chalk and mashed potatoes, as compared to his usual self-interrogations. Instead, they're more…well, philosophical. It's not really something he usually thinks about, seeing as he can barely pronounce the word anyway.
I may not have a heart, but…he does. Maybe that means he can love me…Demyx smiles for the umpteenth time as this thought cruises through his conscious, letting him sink deeply into the fantasies of holding hands and daisy chains and other romantic things…this isn't lust, he knows. This isn't that same feeling he gets when desire takes over. It's more like…an empty, yet euphoric pain in his chest every time he even thinks back on that boy.
That goofy grin, those unkempt brown locks…those determined ocean-hued eyes. Demyx loves every little thing about the young man he encountered in the Underworld. Screw the duck and the…mongoose-dog-country bumpkin thing.
There is a problem with being in love with this cute little Keyblade-wielding brunette, sadly—the boy is so hell-bent on being a bigot of sorts towards the Nobodies, that, well…he never could really look at Demyx in respect, let alone any sort of high recognition.
Is there something wrong with me being what I am…? Maybe that's why he doesn't notice me…
Nobodies are Somebodies; they've just been given a different name and definition. Nobodies have feelings, but the Somebodies still discriminate against them. That's not just, nor fair, nor right in any way. At least, that's how Demyx figures it, though he chooses not to share that with anyone.
Despite all the anxiety and grief, he wants to leave the Organization—to go see that boy whose name tastes like the very skies are rolling off his tongue and coming out in sound, making itself known to the world.
Sora. Sora. Sora…
For now, though, he'll just sit in the chair he's been sitting at for who-knows-how long, staring outside of the confines of Castle Oblivion through frosted glass, waiting until the others call him back into battle. Yes, then he can see that bigoted, yet cheerful spirit, that selfish hero, that absolutely infuriating boy…
…That big, stupid, ugly, mean meaniehead.