No one ever just sat down and listened. They were incapable of doing so. It was like asking them the time of day: pointless, stupid, and deadly.
"There will come a point when all will cease to matter, and only the music will drive you foreward."
It rippled through the air, like the waves. He loved it.
"Oh, but please, Little Brother, don't let it consume you..."
He didn't care if anyone heard him anymore, he just played for himself, and the life that vibrated through the music. It drowned his senses, or what little he had left of them.
"When you let that happen, you loose sight of everything that's truly important."
Around him it began to rain, heaven's tear drops dancing with his wild half-emotions.
"Because then, then dear Brother, you really are dead."
He stoped, rain falling around him in a soft drizzle. He raised his face towards the sky, eyes closed, letting the fine droplets slide down his face like the purest tears. His sitar hummed in his hand, begging to be played. But he didn't have it in him right then, he'd lost it.
"Not even the music you love so much can fill the gap of the love you crave-"
He could still hear her words, even long after her death, even long after his own.
"Demyx?"
The soft patter of rain was disrupted by unknown surfaces. He heard the hiss of steam and the splatterings of water on a thin surface, and knew who it was even before turning around.
"Axel." He turned to stare at the red-headed arsonist before returning his attention to the rain above him.
"What the hell are you doing out here, it's pouring! Are you trying to get sick?"
"Dyme! Come inside before you catch a cold!"
Laughter.
"HEY! Are you even listening to me!?" There was a soft hiss then a burst of raw heat as something grabbed his shoulder. He jerked away wildly, shock and pain flashing across his features.
Laughter.
So much joy.
"Don't play with fire, my little one, you're always bound to get burned."
He relaxed even as Axel tensed at the violent reation. "Hey," he genuinly sounded worried, "are you all right? Really, are you okay?"
He couldn't help it, he smiled. "Do you want to hear a song?"
The firey Nobody nodded cautiously. A small smile flickered over warm looking lips, a flicker as brief as a doused candle flame. It thrilled him. Beaming, he repositioned himself, and lost his soul to the music. It soared over him, the hot yet soothing melody he'd never played. It rose and fell, weeped and laughed. It was the only true voice of life and love. And it sang.
"-but it can and will one day lead you towords it."
And for the first time in a long time, Demyx laughed with the thrill of playing for another soul.
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Author's note: I don't really write. But this was playing through my head and it screamed to be put down. Thanks for putting up with me. I want to apologize for the awful spelling. WordPad sucks. It doesn't have spell check. If anyone's completely confused, the mysterious voice is Demyx's former sister. She was born from my wild imagination ages ago, and she finally made her minor appearance. Well, I hope ya'll enjoyed my experiment. Please review. I'd love to get some feed back, or maybe even something to play with. Thanks!