Dyme stared out across the ruins of the city; what used to be his home. In his hands was the one thing that he had found still whole within his house- sheets of music, Mozart's moonlight sonata for the piano. He knew this only from the words at the top of the page, because the notes on the page seemed foreign- he knew that he knew them, but the dots on the page meant nothing.
A soft rain had begun to fall. He was the only soul for miles around, the only one who saw the way the rain fell drearily upon the ruins of buildings and the last smoking ashes of a fire that had started some time during the past night. He looked back down at the pages in his hand, clutching them tightly. Why did they mean nothing to him? He knew that they should- his mind knew that without a doubt- but they didn't.
He almost jumped when a voice sounded behind him. "So you're the one."
He turned to find the source of the voice was a man with red hair that defied gravity and a black cloak that went from his shoulders to his feet. The man's eyes looked completely indifferent to the horror before him.
"Where did you come from?" Dyme asked. The man's eyes rested on him, and he found immediately that he wanted them to look elsewhere. They looked too empty. There was something different, something wrong with this man.
"That doesn't matter. You're one of us now; a nobody. You're not alive. Nothing in this world survived." Dyme suppressed a shiver at the biting tone of the man's voice.
"Then how are you here?"
"I'm not alive, and I'm not from this world." Obviously frustrated now, the man turned away. "Look, I don't have time for this. You either follow me or you stay here and wait for the heartless to come back and destroy you. Your choice." With that, the man drew his hand across the air and formed a hole of swirling darkness, which he stepped into. The hole remained there, hovering.
Dyme took one last look at the dead world before him before stepping forward and hesitantly walking into the portal.
The sheets of music fluttered silently to the ground, the notes of the nocturne smearing and fading completely.
A/N: So, I looked up what nocturne actually means, and it is "a musical composition that is inspired by, or evocative of, the night." Since Demyx is "the melodious nocturne," I thought maybe there was some side to him that wasn't really shown in the games, so...well... this doesn't show it very well, but I was listening to "Nocturne" by Secret Garden (an awesome some) and I wrote this is the time of that song, so... 4 minutes or so. Inspired by a picture of Demyx and torn music in the rain on deviant art.