Yeah... I was listening to my favorite music and this is what spawned! XD
Zemyx – Music Note
Demyx was sick of it, all of it. No matter what he did, he couldn't get his beloved Schemer to drop his mask, even when they were alone. It seemed as though Zexion didn't want the Nocturne to around. With every "Not now," or "Stop annoying me, Demyx!" and non-verbal rejection Demyx's supposed "non existent" heart shattered more severely.
It had been an average day in the World That Never Was: cold, dark, gloomy, with a downpour on the side. Number IX found Zexion curled up quite comfortable on his favorite couch in the library with one of his favorite books. For Demyx, today had been rough: he was sent on a rather dangerous mission to some world whose name he couldn't even pronounce, got injured, given shots by Vexen [a lot of them, and made fun of by Axel, his supposed "friend." Demyx somehow managed to snuggle up next to Zexion on the couch, his head resting on the Schemer's shoulder.
"Demyx, what the hell are you doing?" an irritated VI inquired, not wanting his valued reading time to be interrupted; especially since it was his day off from missions.
The Sitarist buried his face into the Illusionist's shoulder and Zexion repeated his question to make sure it got into Number IX's thick skull.
Demyx raised his head, his spiked up hair bouncing with his motions as he did so. He stared at Zexion with bright, green eyes, "Zexy, I love you!"
"We can't love Demyx," Zexion retorted, almost automatically, pushing the musician away from his smaller frame. Demyx scrambled off the couch, muttered something Zexion didn't quite catch, and teleported away leaving the Schemer to stare at where he's once stood.
Back in his room, Demyx was heartbroken yet again. He couldn't believe he was rejected after confession that he loved Zexion. Not even "I love you!" could get VI to drop that damn mask of his!
"Why should I even bother anymore?" Demyx seethed, almost stomping his way into his bathroom, "No one in this damn Organization could care less what happens to me! Even Axel… and he's supposed to be my friend!"
Saïx stepped heavily into the library in search of Zexion, who hadn't moved from his place on his beloved couch since Demyx had left him. "You're wanted," the Second-In-Commanded growled at the Illusionist, and promptly exited the room. Zexion had to snap his book shut and nearly run to catch up with the Luna Diviner. Something about Saïx was odd, he never normally seemed this peeved about anything. Ever. What had happened?
The azure-haired man lead VI to Proof of Existence, to Demyx's portal; had something happened to Demyx?
Zexion stopped, cold, in his tracks after the Berserker disappeared inside.
Why was Demyx's marker not blue, but blood red? The answer smacked Zexion hard, like the time Lexaeus knocked him out with his tomahawk with a blow to the head when he realized her couldn't pick up Demyx's scent. Number IX, the Melodious Nocturne, Demyx… was dead.
The world spun around him as he dashed through the portal into Demyx's domain, past the gathered members, and straight to his leader. With a lump in his throat, he asked, almost frantically, though it was barely a whisper, "What did you do to him?"
Xemnas answered him slowly, it was painful to Zexion to wait, "It wasn't what we did to him…" The piece of paper he held in his hand was forfeited to Zexion, who instantly recognized Demyx's handwriting and his favorite stationary that was bordered in multiple musical notes.
Zexion—
Its true, what they say about love being the slowest form of suicide. And since I know you how much you absolutely despise that nickname I gave you, I promise I won't call you it ever again. By now you must know I've gone, faded back to the darkness, where I belong. I hope you're happy, now you can be in peace without me being there to bug you with my nonsense or irritated you with my sitar again. I won't be there to vex you with my improbably babble "Zexy, I love you!" either. This is my final good-bye to you. Forever.
Truly yours,
Demyx
P.S.: I have broken my promise already, haven't I?
P.P.S.: I guess I thought I had a chance because of the date; but I guess I was wrong.
The Cloaked Schemer barely looked up from the note before looking at Demyx's calendar; June 9th was circled in red ink, with a blue heart within the elliptical circle. "June 9th… June is the 6th month…" Zexion trailed off as his free hand touched the specified date. The rest of the Organization's members stared as tears started to roll down the ever-emotionless Zexion's cheeks. "Dem…"
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