TBB: My first attempt at a kh2 fanfic…I hope you like it. My main goal for this story is to incorporate all the members of Organization XIII because I know that there are some members that were greatly secluded in the fanfiction community. I'm just hoping to make something unique that I will like to read at the same time. Well, without further ado, I introduce you to the first two main characters of this chapter. Enjoy!
Demyx panted heavily as he collapsed onto his knees, his Sitar disintegrating into the wind. The beads of sweat dripped down from his nose onto the clean, spotless white floors of Castle oblivion. His water weaving riffs fell limp against the whirlwind lances of Xaldin, who simply stood, overlooking the poor boy with crossed arms. The dirty-blonde musician finally seemed to gain composure, once again, and began to lift himself--slowly, but painfully. Despite the tired gasps of breaths emitted by Demyx, an internal fire illuminated his eyes; the eternal green flames burned with determination. Xaldin gave an exasperated sigh, which was suddenly cut off by Demyx's words.
"Look, just give me another chance—"
"More chances aren't what you need, number nine. You need more time. Look, Demyx…you're not the youngest of this group—in fact, I've seen Zexion and Roxas behave five times your maturity. You were lucky to have just made it to our organization, but the way you….deal with things are still a little off course," Xaldin explained for the upteenth time.
"More time! I think I've waited long enough, Xaldin! Please, take me with you on your next mission…..I'm tired of all the small missions the Superior had always given me, ever since day one. I'm tired of everybody underestimating me!" Demyx attempted to summon his Sitar and continue the fight, but was interrupted by Xaldin's hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, don't push yourself. If you put too much effort in what you do, you won't exist anymore…not even as a Nobody."
The third-ranked organization member walked towards the door of the grand hall.
"Today's training is over. Freshen up and come down for dinner," spoke Xaldin, knowing fully that the boy isn't going to eat dinner tonight. Regardless, the raven-haired warrior entered a black portal and vanished from Demyx's sight.
Demyx, the Melodious Nocturne, gave a long, bitter look at the floor before stepping into his own portal, which led to his room. Walking into his sapphire blue shower stall, his hands gently turned the silver knob and a gentle downpour of warm water massaged his aching muscles. The small, but powerful streams of water seemed to soothe every sore spot on the adult's body, and Demyx simply let out a relaxing sigh and leaned against the wall.
Water…..all I have is water…
He spread his calloused fingers before his eyes and gently rubbed his temples.
Damn…..sooner or later all this stress is gonna give me wrinkles like Vexen.
After what seemed like an hour, Demyx finally turned off the shower and dried himself with a large, white towel that was conveniently placed beside the shower stall. Wrapping the towel around his waist, the Sitar wielder stared at his reflection in the mirror. His emerald orbs examined the curves of his face. The pale, smooth complexion that barely formed any creases were graced by loose strands of dirty blonde hair that looked as weak as he felt. Snapping himself out of his momentary depression, Demyx found his clothes and dressed into the usual uniform consisting of black robes, black boots, pants, shirt, and socks. The window was then opened, and Organization's number nine climbed up the giant white poles of Castle Oblivion, feeling a little adventurous. Demyx finally reached his destination, only to find another man sitting in his usual spot. The mysterious intruder lifted his hood to reveal Xaldin, who simply glanced at Demyx and held out a plate of food.
"So…you made it," said the Whirlwind lancer.
"How did you know I'd come here?" asked Demyx, raising an eyebrow.
"Who else lives beside your room only to hear those annoying riffs you call 'music' in the middle of the night?" countered Xaldin with a grin.
"Ahh, but The World That Never Was is always dark, how do you know it's the night?" fought Demyx back, snickering to himself.
"How do I know it's night? Night is the time when you transform into a werewolf and howl at the moon, while playing that 'rock' music," spoke Xaldin, crossing his arms with a victorious grin.
Demyx opened his mouth to speak, but closed them and pouted, walking over to Xaldin. The dirty blonde placed himself beside the whirlwind lancer, took the plate of food, and proceeded to devour it. Xaldin watched with mild interest as the Sitarist shoved fork-fulls of spaghetti and meatballs down the bottomless hole known as his mouth. Demyx suddenly choked and frantically waved to the other man for water, which was quickly handed to him. Hurriedly, the mullet-haired man took three large gulps of the liquid and was finally able to push the congesting food into his stomach. Demyx wiped his mouth with his sleeve and let out a large sigh of relief. In a way, the younger man vaguely reminded Xaldin of his youthful self, back when he still had a heart.
"Hey Xaldin.." started Demyx.
"Yeah?"
"Why do you always take care of me, instead of all the other members? I mean…they carry on with their lives while you have to come and 'sympathize' with me and help me with my problems while you've still got your own," asked Demyx, curious to know.
"I've told you before, number nine, I was assigned to take care of you by the Superior. The only logical reason I could think of is that the Superior and Xigbar are always out, leading top missions on their own…along with Saix. Since number one and two can't help you, number three will have to." Replied Xaldin, thoughtfully.
"Well, sorry about that….I'm pretty sure I can take care of myself, thanks. That's why I'm in Organization XIII, isn't it? I mean, I'm not just any Nobody….but I'm the weakest of the thirteen. Sometimes, I just feel---no, not feel, because I don't have a heart. But, there's just something there that…" rambled Demyx. Xaldin simply sat and listened to what the boy has to say.
"Well, you know what I mean, right? I don't feel completely emotionless, you know. I guess if Saix were here, he'd say that I'm under the impression that I'm……..sad." Demyx's voice faded, looking down on the ground.
"I'm not as quick and agile as Larxene, I'm not as deadly and silent as Marluxia, I'm not as witty and lucky as Luxord, I'm not as bold and rebellious as Axel, I'm not as devious and powerful as Saix, I'm not as clever and persuasive as Zexion, I'm not as strong and determined as Lexaeus, I'm not as logical and creative as Vexen, I'm not as accurate and instinctive as Xigbar, I'm not as mighty and intelligent as the leader, and I'm not as fierce and proud like you, Xaldin," mumbled Demyx, looking at his hands, and clenching them into a fist. Xaldin has had enough. The older man suddenly stood up and looked up into the sky.
"Demyx…..you have something that sets you apart from the rest of us. None of us can be as vibrant and unwavering as you. Maybe you're not strong enough, or fast enough, or powerful enough, or clever enough yet. But these attributes are something that you build upon yourself, as time passes by. Nobody is born a mastermind, or with super strength. But, not everyone is born with the vibrance of youth that follows them for the rest of their life. Nor is everyone born with unwavering determination that gets them back up, no matter how many times they've fallen down. Everytime you play your sitar, I hear difference, challenge, and youthful riffs that only you can play on your own. You can't find success by following other people's path. You must create a path with the gifts that you were given, the things that you know best. One day, I know you will become one of the most powerful nobodies in this organization. All you need is patience." Xaldin finished his monologue, surprised at the words spilled from his own mouth.
Demyx stared at Xaldin in shock. Here, before him, was a man who hardly utters twenty words during a normal conversation. Xaldin has always been known as a strong and silent fighter, who speaks his thoughts through his fighting. Demyx chuckled to himself, earning a confused stare from the older man.
"Xaldin….I may be a Nobody, but if I'm under the impression of happiness, then this is as happy as it gets," Demyx said warmly.
"Whatever. I've already damaged my ego enough just cheering you up. If you ever speak a word of this to the others—"
"I know, I know. Whirlwind lances up my ass. I was just surprised, that's all," spoke Demyx, giving a toothy grin. Xaldin uttered a rough 'hmph' and walked back towards the stairs leading down to his own room.
"I'm sleeping. Do me a favor and don't rehearse tonight," said the older, and disappeared.
Demyx grinned to himself and looked at the stars above. For some reason, they seemed more beautiful than before.
I think I'll sleep under the stars tonight……..
TBB: Hey! I hope you all enjoyed my first chapter. Just to point it out, this is a Demyx Xaldin friendship fic. If you want it to be yaoi, go ahead. Make it in your mind ;)
R&R is welcomed! Flames will be ignored :p
