Title of the FanFic: Mirage Symphony
Summary: The Organization XIII is on vacation for the summer; Demyx decided to take the free time to create a fabulous new song! He worked all day and all night on it and now he wants to play it for someone! Unfortunatley none of the Organization members are willing to litsen to the Melodious Nocturne play his sitar. A discouraged Demyx is desperate to receive some kind of attention from his fellow co-workers; was there anybody out there willing to litsen?
Pairings: Well it's obviously all about Demyx and Zexion
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts totally belongs to Tetsuya Nomura and Square Enix!
Dedication
This fanfic is dedicated to VexL! Her fanfic 'A Change of Schedule' completley inspired me to start writing fanfiction again. This time actually finishing them! X3 I ended up finishing 'Prada' and now I decided to work on another fanfic which is completley for VexL! Her Zemyx in her story sparked ideas in my head and I just went with it! I'm a complete and avid supporter of Zemyx! VexL, your an awesome rper and such a cool person to talk too! Not to mention teh Queen of CRACK! You make everything so funny! This is all for you!
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Chapter 1
Rejection
"Why don't you want to hear my new song!?" Demyx, The Melodious Nocturne had his gloved hands clapsed together, begging to Larxene, The Savage Nymph for just a little for her time. The woman did nothing but but sneer as she made swatting motions to the sitar player with her left hand. Today had been another boring day in The World That Never Was; nothing ever happened anymore, especially during the summer seasons. Xemnas thought that it would be healthy to have a vacation during the summer, to regroup and rest up. Nobody complained, a vacation is something they Nobodies never got to experience before. However now that they were in the middle of summer, the members of Organization XIII realized that getting 'time off' was actually a fate worse than death. Axel was too busy sleeping all day, Luxord pre-occupied himself with Solitaire, Marluxia was spending all his time gardening, and finally Demyx shut himself up in his room all the time strumming away on his sitar. The Savage Nymph was dying of boredom, she was irritated at doing NOTHING! It was just not like her!
"I said no! Now get lost!" she snapped as she began to walk away from the blubbering waterboy. "Pleeease Larxene! I worked really hard on it! I know you'll just love it!" he cried optimistically as he ran up to her; Larxene ignored him as she continued to walk away. "Come ooooooon!" he nagged. The sadist turned her head sharply and glared at the blonde headed ditz, she was so tired of dealing with people like him. Why was Demyx in the Organization in the first place? What was he thinking? she thought. "I'm not going to tell you again! It's not called the Hall of EMPTY Melodies for nothing!" Sparks flew from the Nymph's chest as Larxene turned swiftly around and began to continue her escape from hell. "Awwww..." Demyx kneeled on the floor, looking down at the surface of the darkgrey platform. Last night, the rocker was trying to make up the perfect song; he spent all day and all night writing it. Finally it was finished! Demyx was dying to play it for someone but there wasn't anybody really available to hear it at the moment. He knew Axel was snoring inside his room...And Larxene obviously didn't want to hear it.
He sighed again; Demyx didn't really hang out with people from the Organization. usually they all had better things to do then to talk to the sitar player. He wasn't a complete idiot as they were lead to beleive, Demyx knew very well people thought that he was totally useless to the Organization. It's not that the Melodious Nocturne didn't want to help, he just wasn't good at it. He didn't like fighting, which made him look like a complete and utter pussy. Aww man, maybe I need to toughen up or something... Demyx usually didn't care if he was ignored, he just didn't like to be completley ostracized from the group. The only person who really gave him the time of day was Axel, but ever since the Organization XIII went on official hiatus, he's been sleeping nonstop. Still Demyx was determined to show off his new song to somebody, his search would continue! With a carefree smile, the sitar player went off to seek someone who willing to litsen.
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"Seven of Spades go here...Three of Diamonds there..." The Gambler of Fate sat at a large platinum table within his chambers, trying to win today's round of Solitaire. Ever since the Organization was released for 'vacation', the man would devote himself to at least one Solitaire game a day. Luxord beleived that Solitaire was a great way to increase the brains capacity. Your strategic skills would be raised every time you win, until you master the game of course. The gambler wasn't one who was usually bored, everyday on vacation he would go off to a new world to investigate their customs and culture. Traveling was something he greatly enjoyed, but he wouldn't allow himself to go anywhere until he won this game first. Stroking his well trimmed beard, Luxord pondered on what his next move would be. He was after all facing the forces of fate; sometimes things went into your favor, sometimes it didn't. A lot of it was also surrounded the idea of luck; Luxord didn't beleive gambling was a sport based only on pure 'luck'. It was a profession as well as a skillfull game that requires the upmost logic. Besides, I make my own luck... he mused with a smile.
The large double doors to Luxord's room opened, Demyx peeked inside and saw that the Gambling Nobody up playing Solitaire again. Hmmmm...Should I even try? Demyx didn't like to bother people, but he was just ansty to hear some constructive criticism for this song he wrote. "Uhhh...Luxord?" The man turned from his seat and saw the blonde rocker step through his doors; at first Luxord was a bit discouraged. Demyx could be very annoying sometimes, other than those instances he was pretty much cool with the Nocturne. "Oh good day to you Demyx. What brings you around here?" he asked as he picked up a Nobody patterned card from the deck. He frowned at the card, and then examined the Solitaire spread, looking for a place to put it. "Oh hey! Ummm...I was just wondering...I wanted to ask if you could li-" "I have a better idea!" Luxord clapped his hands, cutting off the sitar player from his sentence. Demyx tilted his head, a little confused as to what 'idea' Luxord had in mind.
"How about we play a little game?" he asked as he began to collect all the cards, shuffling them into one deck. Although the gambler looked content and smiling, inside he was a bit angry with himself. The last card he picked up while playing Solitaire completley screwed him over. Luxord was stuck, and he had lost that days round of Solitaire. He partially blamed Demyx, if he didn't walk in at that given moment he wouldn't of lost concentration. Then again it was also his fault for not paying closer attention to his moves; the gambler couldn't stand leaving the castle if he hasn't won a game a cards. Demyx looked like someone he could easily defeat; after trumping him in one game of Blackjack he'll go off to Land of the Dragons. They were having some type of culture festival that the Gambler Nobody was dying to see. "O-Oh, okay!" Demyx thought that after the game he would be able to show Luxord his new song. Nothing was guranteed of course...
"Okay, we'll be playing Blackjack." said Luxord as Demyx sat at the edge of the table. "Are you ready?" The Melodious Nocturne nodded with a smile as Luxord started to deal the cards. "We'll make this a little easier for you, so I'll make Deuces wild." The sitar player just blinked his eyes, he wasn't sure what the guy was talking about. In fact Demyx wasn't even sure how to play Blackjack; he remembered playing some type of card game before with Luxord...He just couldn't remember at the moment what it was exactly. Both Nobodies had two cards infront of him, one of them face up. Demyx picked up his cards, he turned the faced up card over, examining both of them with worry. Uh oh... A Seven of Clubs and a Queen of Diamonds, but...what did that mean? "Hit or stay?" Demyx who was having an internal memory battle with himself suddenly looked up at the ever so suave Luxord. Hit, stay, wha!? Demyx started to mentally panic, he didn't want to embarass himself; if he didn't do a good job Luxord would never hear his song!
"Ummm...Go fish?" Demyx had to say something! He hoped that his hunch was right; he remembered playing a game were you were required to say 'Go fish' every turn. Looking at the expression on Luxord's face, the sitar player came to the conclusion that he was wrong. The gambler sprang into a British laughter that was so thick it would make Americans bleed like no tomarrow. Demyx just widened his eyes; Oh no! I totally screwed up! "No, no. This is Blackjack. Do you remember how to play Blackjack?" The mohawked blonde slowly shook his head in dismay; "Well it's basically a game of numbers. Whoever gets the highest without going above twenty-one wins. Each card has a number, royal cards are all ten while ace's can be used as one or elevens. Okay?" Demyx nodded his head, trying to absorb all this information into his brain. "You get only one turn. During this turn you can say Hit or Stay. If you say Hit I'll give you a card which you add to your two cards. You can keep hitting, until you go over twenty-one, in which you lose. By saying Stay, your telling the dealer that you don't want to to receive any cards and that your content with your two cards. Understand? Now let's try again."
Luxord collected the cards again and dealt a new hand; playing stalled games were confusing and frustrating. He needed a fresh new start, the gambler couldn't play with a tainted hand! Demyx looked down at his cards again, this time he had a Ace of Hearts face up. Looking at his face down card, it just so happeed he received a Jack of Spades. Demyx tilted his head in puzzlement, he had already forgotten how much royal cards were...But...What about aces? How much were aces worth!? Demyx felt his forehead start to drip with sweat as he tryed to recall Luxords explanation of the rules. "Hit or Stay?" The dreaded words assulted Demyx's ears again; which one should he say? The blonde shook his head and suddenly shouted; "Hit!" Luxord smiled and gave a card to Demyx from the deck. This one was a Seven of Diamonds. "Ummm..." What now?!?! "Hit!" Luxord's grin became wider as he gave the Melodious Nocturne another card. The gambler knew that he was given a bad hand of low cards, which meant a good solid win for the British male.
Six of Spades? "Hit!" Demyx didn't know what to do anymore! The only thing he remembered was that if you say 'Hit' you get another card. "Hit!" Luxord's grin began to fade, something wasn't right about this picture; hesitantly he gave Demyx another card. "Hit!" "What do you mean another Hit!? Let me see your cards!" Luxord snatched Demyx's hand away from him and scanned the cards throroughly. "This is way over twenty-one!" yelled the gambler. He thought he would be able to play a simple and quick game with Demyx, but how can he play with someone who can't even remember his own name!? "Ugh, just forget it! Your hopeless!" Luxord snapped his fingers; all his cards quickly merged into one deck as the man picked it up and slipped it into his pocket. Luxord was not only angry at Demyx's incompetence, but if the Melodious Nocturne had any brains he would've lost. His two starter cards already made twenty-one!? Could this be actually happening!? Demyx flailed his arms and got up from his seat clumsily; he was such a klutz! Why couldn't he remember anything? Why did he always have to screw things up?! "Luxord wait! I wanted you to hear this new song I made up!"
The Gambler of Fate stopped and turned toward Demyx with a glare similar to Larxene's. "I don't want to hear your bloody song! Now get the hell out of my room and leave me be!" Luxord pointed a firm finger toward the exit, in which Demyx quickly scurried out of; he could hear the slamming of doors behind him. The mohawked blonde looked at Luxord's doors as his eyes began to swell up with tears. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn't he be smart like the rest of them? Why was he so helpless? The Melodious Nocturne began to feel warm liquid go down his cheek as he came to the realization that he was useless. Larxene is right...Why am I even in the Organization? Why am I here? My heart isn't that strong... Demyx's former self actually had quite the golden heart; he was bubbly, naive, innocent, and oh so loveable. But this information was unknown to Number 9; Demyx began to silently cry as he slowly wandered the halls of The Castle That Never Was. Nobody wanted to hear his song, nobody liked him, nobody wanted to talk to him...He was just a waste of space...Demyx sniffed as the tears continued to roll down his face. Will there ever be a place in Organization XIII for the sitar player?