He was free.
For the moment at least, arms swinging as he danced down the pure white halls of the Castle that Never Was. An iPod in his pocket, the white cords trailing from it , parting and leading to his ears; pumping the song Whispers in the Dark, into his head. It was odd, what the humans who worshipped this 'God' guy could come up with.
And yet it seemed to shadow himself almost perfectly.
Despite the lies that you're making,
Your love is mine for the taking,
My love is,
just waitin'
to turn your tears to roses.
the Guitar and drums, and whatever the hell else was played to make the song screamed in his ears for a brief moment, an odd bit of what seemed to be techno mixing in for a second.
Despite the lies that you're making,
your love is mine for the taking,
My love is,
just waitin',
to turn your tears to roses
He spun about, leaping into the air, backflipping, landing on one hand and pushing himself back into the air; landing neatly on his feet. Moving his hands as if holding a guitar he strummed, his left hand doing the complicated manuvers to make the chords, on his air-guitar.
Ill be the one that's gonna hold you
I'll be the one that you run to
My love it, a burning, consuming fire.
The music shut off but at the moment he didn't care, because of the terrible burning sensation that blossomed all over his back.
"Damn it Demyx, what the fuck are you doing?" Axel was snarling at him, a hand fisted in the front of Demyx's cloak, lifting him their height difference above the ground. Which was a good few inches.
"Whaa?" Demyx gasped out, the nasty feeling of blood sliding down his back combined with his sudden lack of air, made the act of speech an incredible feat.
"Don't act all innocent Demyx," he hissed out the nocturnes name, "You know exactly what I'm talking about!"
Feebly the blonde grasped the fist that had itself buried in his shirt, trying to lift himself slightly to breathe.
"N-no Ax-xel, I d-don't-t know." He squeaked out.
"Fine then to refresh your memory -if you even have one- today I wake up thing are normal," Demyx just stared at the red head not sure where he was going with all this, "And I go to get dressed, and find my chackrams right?"
Demyx, still confused with what was happening, felt himself beginning to numbing, a large black spot forming in the middle of his vision.
"But lo-and-behold, they are gone. with a fucking trail of wet foot prints leaving my room, and this." axel then pulled a necklace out of his pocket, a thin leather strap with a sitar charm on it.
Bllue eyes lit up with recognition, "M-my necklace!" surprise in hhis eyes, he made an uncoordianted swipe for it, missing badly, even though Axel moved the charm away from him and pocketed it.
"Nuh-uh, You don't get this back until you give me back my chakrams," Axlel growled low in his throat; making the noise echo and sound magnify.
Demyx whimpered, "But I don't have them."
"Bullshit!" Axel snarled, shoving Demyx back up against the wall, making him cry out in pain, "Listen you little moron! You will give me back my chakrams before dinner tonight, or else!" With a final shove into the wallAxel stalked off, leaving demyxleaning against the wall. He slid slowly down the white surface, leaving a dark smear behind him, resting heavily against the wall. He tried toget some air in his lungs, but only succeded in a wheezing gasp.
Stumbling into a stand, he walked back towards his room, suddenly not so eager about breakfast. holding the wall for support as he went, laeving a bloody trail behind him. Spotting his door he clutched the handle, pushing water through the lock to open it. the white wood nearly flying open, his body, which he'd had leaning against it, hit the floor with a loud thud. Weakly pushing himself up he sat there on the floor, trying to blink away the black spots.
"Demyx?" his name sounded funny with a thick brittish accent, combined with his in-and-out hearing. He turned his head and stared at the wide open door, the figure standing in the door way blurred.
"H-hey l-l-lux." he croaked. His throat was all clogged up, and his vision was all blurry, blinking he noticed his vision got clearer, then blurry again. Like it was raining on a cars windshield, and the wipers were trying to clear it of water. He sniffled, letting out a choked sob as he clutched at his left arm; the black leather cloakhad been burned away, revealing the dark red skin, the edges of the bloody areas were blistered and pink. the nocturne whimpered as luxord vanished, and let out a cry of surprise when he returned, with a sore axel in hand.
"Damn it Luxord! What the hell was that for?" Axel yelled.
"That!" the brit shoved Axel at Demyx, who was cringing on the floor. The red head froze, eyes wide staring at the burned flesh of Demyx's back.
"Oh God Dem."
Luxord threw a card at the back of Axels head, slicing through the tips of his spikes, "You better heal him, get him better, before the Superior finds out. Or I'm not going to save your sorry ass. Got it Memorized?" He added the red heads catch phrase at the end, the dry sarcasm dripping off his words.
And with that the blonde brit summoned a portal, leaving a still stunned pyro, and a wounded nocturne.