Binks: Ah, Rewrite. Yes, I've called for a rewrite. So, yes, here you go. : D Longer, better, different ending to the chapter! YAY!
Why? Because it may be the only thing that will compel me to continue this story. So c'mon! Let's give this another try.
Warnings: None yet. Maybe some Axel/Demyx/Roxas if you squint really hard?
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Chapter 1 -- Limbo Serenade
"Why do you even bother with your stupid charade, Roxas?" the blonde girl, the only girl in the Organization, asked as she leaned closer from her seat to study the boy.
Her blue eyes scanned over him as if sizing him up. At any moment, Larxene looked as if she'd eat her new subordinate. She finally wasn't the lowest rank, and she was definitely going to let the new tyke know that.
Marluxia watched the blonde girl with a cocked eyebrow. As he ran his fingers through his brown hair, he let out a melodramatic sigh.
"What a waste. What a waste," the fluffy haired man cooed.
Immediately, a pair of fists slammed on the armrests of their owner's chair, "Cut it out! You two were new once too, ya'know!"
The new boy in question, Roxas, gazed at the man who actually stuck up for him. Maybe there were some decent people here, after all.
"Ah, don't worry about it. It's not like I'm scared of them or anything. They're just shells," the blonde boy replied coolly.
This time it was Larxene who slammed her fists on the arm rest of her throne-like chair. The strands of hair on her head that resemble antennae swayed and danced wildly with her quick movements.
"What right do you have to call me a shell?" the blonde screeched.
"Silence, we're not here to fight," their leader, Xemnas growled.
"But I know I'm not the only one tired of this incompetent tyke's attitude already! He goes around and acts like he has feelings and we're beneath him, even when we all know that he, too, doesn't have a heart! He's too stupid to see that! Just like a few OTHERS here" the girl continued.
The blonde boy immediately jumped from his chair and made his way toward the door that led out of the chamber. Axel, his savior, shot up to catch him, but it was Demyx—the awkward musician of the group—who caught up with infuriated youth.
The brunette grabbed onto Roxas' arm playfully, "C'mon, don't be mad. You should stay. She-"
A few fluid movements later, the smiling young man crashed to the floor mid-sentence. His eyes were wide, and his thin body was crumpled over floor. The young blonde glared at the fallen man.
"Don't touch me!" he threatened.
Bewildered emerald orbs blinked as they watched the youth stalk out of the room. The entire room was silent as nearly a dozen eyes focused on the fallen musician. Demyx caressed the throbbing wrist that had been violently twisted around. A few whispered comments and stifled snickers were spoken from the others, but not heard. Heavy silence choked the shocked young man's senses.
"Axel. Demyx. Return to your seats." Their leader's voice boomed once again, "there will be no further distractions to this meeting."
"But Roxas?" Axel growled.
"Let 13 be. He's still adjusting to his first day of his new life. He'll settle down eventually," Xemnas replied.
Axel watched Demyx drag himself up and back to his seat with out a word. Reluctantly, the fiery redhead shuffled back to his seat. He looked over at his underling, expecting the usual smart ass remark.
It never came.
The brunette merely gazed at his hurt wrist. The wide green eyes stared as if nothing else existed at the moment but the black cloaked wrist. His voice didn't sound for the rest of the meeting.
Axel could have sworn that the emerald spheres looked pained.
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Hours had passed by the time the blonde young man had returned to the Proof of Existence—the chamber that held each Organization member's rooms. Roxas was positive everyone had returned to their rooms for the night, so sneaking back to his should have been simple.
As the blonde advanced toward his room, he stopped. There was music in the night air. Faint, but present. It's slow melody danced in the stagnant air, before quietly fading out—dying.
The song that played was like nothing that the young Nobody had ever heard before—mellow yet emotional, quick yet slow, understandable but complex. The young blonde followed the sounds and ended up in front a doorway one the other side of the room from his, The Sonata of Inexistence—Number 9's room.
Roxas stared blankly into the glowing portal. The music definitely was in there. Why would someone wish to play such a sad melody in a place like this, where the feelings where unrecieved and unwanted?
"Boy, did you upset him."
The blonde jumped and turned around in shock. There standing behind him was the redheaded man that a stuck up for him before. His arms were crossed, and the look on his face seemed to be teetering between annoyance and relief.
"You're a pain in the ass, Roxas." The man continued.
"Who asked you?" the blonde growled, turning back around.
"The name's Axel. . . . A-x-e-l. Commit it to memory, at least."
Axel sighed when Roxas didn't bother to turn back around. He walked up beside Roxas and looked at him from the corner of his eye.
"I haven't seen him turn in so early in a long time," Axel thought aloud.
Roxas scoffed, "What should it matter?"
"Oh right . . . right. What should it matter? Excuse me. I mean we don't have hearts after all."
The blonde was surprised that Axel sounded slightly annoyed. He glanced at the redhead then looked back at the portal.
"You should take out your anger on some else next time, ya know? Demyx is a little . . . well let's say soft."
"Demyx. . ." Roxas repeated quietly.
"So you know-" Axel began, but when he looked over Roxas was already walking into the portal that led into the Melodious Nocturne's room, "Oh sure, go right ahead an IGNORE me."
The redhead stood outside for a moment, wondering what to do. He could follow the kid just to see what was up, or he could go to his room, where there was nothing to do. Axel thought it was pretty obvious what he should do. I mean, no one likes a brownnoser, and it was Blonde's problem. Yeah, no one likes a brownnoser.
So he followed Roxas in.
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When Axel arrived in Demyx's room, he was immediately met with Roxas in his face, a finger up to his lip.
"Not a sound." Roxas quipped before turning back around.
While readying his fist to give the little tyke a knock to the back of the head, Axel looked up to see what was so important. The brunette boy across the room was sitting near the large glass window in his room, staring out into the night sky. The light from the incomplete Kingdom Hearts bathed his skin in a soft yellow light. He seemed hyponotised.
His back was to the door, and he had no idea of the two other men in the room. Nor did he care. The chamber was silent, the previous song having ended. Soon Demyx sighed and began strumming the strings of his guitar—not his usual sitar—they seemed unimportant at first. Yet the unimportant notes began to weave together into a slow song. Then the lean boy opened his mouth and his voice slowly escaped and began to sing.
He was nineteen-
A typical sweetheart
But now he's—stuck in between
Caught in a Limbo Serenade.
Roxas glanced over toward Axel. The redhead was leaning up against the wall, eyes closed, listening to the slow ballad. The only sounds in the chamber came from the musician, who lovingly played every note and caressed the melody with careful words. For those moments, it was like the messy room was it's own universe, and he was its sun—his music the rays that emanated from him.
He was . . . on top-
Top of his game
Had a . . . Sweet girl-
Hot band-
Loving mother and sister-
Things couldn't be better
Demyx paused. Roxas stiffened at the thought that he had been discovered. Though the silence was only for a few seconds at most, they seemed like hours ticking away. The blonde could have swore he felt the rapid beat of an absent heart—the memory of what being scared felt like. The young boy was relieved when he noticed that the the musician merely brushed one of his untamed strands of hair out of his eyes. With the distraction dealt with, he began again.
Then one night
He got caught-
In a desperate fight—And he
Lost in a Limbo Serenade.
Now he sits
Amongst other like him-
Alone . . . no hearts-
Broken shells-
Desperate to feel-
Incomplete.
The messy haired blonde tiptoed to the redhead. Axel opened his blue eyes and gave the younger boy a questioning look.
"Is this song . . . about him?" Roxas asked slowly.
Axel heaved a sigh, "I don't know whether to applaud your observation or weep for your less-than-spectacular observation skills."
Frustrated, the youth elbowed the smart-aleck read head in the side. He then turned to try and capture the rest of the song's essence. Notes mingled in the air, as if beckoning to be heard. They cried for attention, much like their maker. The song was full of emotion. How ironic that it was a Nobody who created it. Unless . . .
Now he's forever nineteen-
As he strums his guitar
The boy sings in sorrow
Engulfed by a Limbo Serenade
Was it possible for a Nobody to remember their lost feelings? The human mind was complex. Maybe they still had memories. No, Roxas knew they had memories. He could still 'feel' things just how he remembered. Memory . . .
A boy never
Never to be a man
He sings of feelings-
He could never feel again-
The Melodious Nocturne-
Who dances to . . .
A Limbo Serenade
The song slowly died. In its wake was silence. Roxas didn't know what to do, so he looked to Axel. They could leave and come back tomorrow, maybe. Axel pushed himself slowly from the wall and smirked at the boy. Then he uncrossed his thin arms and slowly he. . .
clapped.
A few sour notes emanated from the slipped hand of the musician who was startled. Demyx nearly dropped his precious instrument when he swirled around to see his intruder, his black coat dancing after him. He set the guitar down and slowly walked over toward the two boys.
The brunette began to stammer, struggling to find something-anything-to say. Then he took a breath and out came his infamous cheerful disposition.
"Axel! . . . Errr" he thought for a moment, trying to remember the name, "Roxas! Did you decide to grace me with your presence?"
"I'm sorry," the blonde boy responded.
The musician cocked his head to the side and cupped his chin with his hand.
"About today. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you," Roxas continued.
"Aaah, no worries. You swept me off my feet, literally though. I was a little startled!"
"I didn't mean to make you . . . well . . . depressed."
"But I can't," Demyx began.
"Demyx . . ." Axel growled.
The brunette jumped slightly at his friend's anger, "Apology accepted. Though, that was a very nice get to know move."
Before the redhead could say anything, Roxas stepped forward and toward the musician. The timid musician stepped back as the blonde got closer to him.
"My name's Roxas. Nice to meet you," the boy got closer to Demyx and held out his hand.
The brunette stared for a moment then completely ignored the handshake. Instead he picked Roxas up into a bearhug.
"Aww! That's so much friendlier! Job Well Done! I'm proud!" the brunette practically squealed.
Axel sighed and shook his head.
"Aaaxel- are you missing out on the luv? Want some? We can have a group hug!" Number 9 continued.
"Don't come near me you Hug-Happy-Freak." The redhead warned.
'My liege.' A female voice sang.
Demyx dropped Roxas and looked over to the Nobody that had walked in. It was a Dancer, his own personal 'type' of Nobody that he commanded.
"Something wrong?" Demyx asked as he put his arms behind his head.
'Xemnas wants to see you. Something about you messing with your home world against orders.' the dancer continued to sing.
The brunette tapped his temper with his index finger.
"Oh dear, he must've found out again. Jeez he's good."
Demyx looked down at Roxas and then to Axel.
The redhead sighed, "One of these days he's going to get tired of you doing that and turn you into a Dusk."
The tall young man laughed as he walked by him, "I'm not scared."
Demyx left the room and the Dancer obediently skated after him.
"Xemnas isn't scared of you either, Demyx . . ."
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Binks: Yaay- There you go. This is the official Chapter Number 1 now! Next I'm probably combining Chapter 2 + 3 into a one chapter in the rewrite . . . and THEN will be a totally new chapter! Hurrraaah!