I OWN NOTHING!! © IS TO SQEENIX!!
Saix was walking to the training ground that almost never was near the Castle that Never Was, and heard a horrified wail. He picked up his pace, slightly curious, wondering who would have made a wail like that.
WHUMP!
Saix was hit by a black and dirty blond blur. Demyx. Saix didn't mind Demyx; in fact, out of the rest of the neophytes, Saix liked Demyx the most.
"Ah, sorry, Saix," Demyx said, jittery movements betraying his underlying panic. That is, if Nobodies could panic. Demyx huddled into Saix's coat, oblivious to the other's agitation.
"Nine." No response. "Demyx." There, a set of sea-green eyes looked up at him. "Calm down." The kid looked slightly less jittery now that he had calmed down some. "What happened? I assume that you were the one who yelled in the training room a moment ago." A nod. "Well?"
"I-I," Demyx tried to get his words out, couldn't, swallowed, and tried again. "I summoned my Other's weapon," he said in a rush.
"Isn't your Other's weapon that sitar you play?" Saix asked.
"No, it was a pure black violin. Ebony wood, the bow was also ebony, and the bowstring was black horse hair." Demyx looked like he was ready to pass out.
"That's it, you're going to see Zexion." Saix opened a portal and dragged the reluctant musician through.
Zexion knew when the two entered the library. Saix smelled of crisp, cool moonlight and Demyx of waterfalls, typically. Right now, the waterfall was hidden, covered by the smell of an ocean tide.
Demyx hadn't been in Organization XIII for very long (compared to some of the others), but most of the Original Six didn't mind the water-loving musician. (Xaldin still wouldn't let Demyx cook unless absolutely necessary.) Most of them saw Demyx as a klutzy younger brother. Except for Zexion, that is. The youngest of the originals, Zexion saw Demyx as a best friend, maybe even more. (I think that Zexy's the same age as Demy.) They didn't know much about Demyx's Other, other than that he was from the same world as Saix. And that Demyx's Other probably wasn't totally human. (Extremely weird world, and not every sentient being was humanoid.)
By this time, Demyx was in a slight panic, and Saix was almost positive that Demyx was going to pass out from sheer fear.
"Dem, calm down, it's me, Zexion," Zexion said, slightly unnerved at the normally slightly hyper performer being in such a state of panic. Zexion sighed and placed a kiss on the other Nobody's head. The other Nobodies were used to that kind of fluffiness between the two. "Demyx, can you tell me a little about your Other? Please. I think it'll be better if you do."
"Zex, my Other, he was an assassin. At fifteen." Zexion and Saix weren't expecting even that much from the music aficionado.
"A government trained assassin that failed only one mission before being caught by Heartless." It was almost like he was telling the two his ex-life story. "He could control sound and was fairly powerful." They could sense that this was big for the kid. "His name was Deym, known professionally as Musikmörder, the Musical Assassin."
The two Nobodies froze. DEMYX was an ASSASSIN?! HOW THE HELL?! Demyx was a complete and utter klutz! He had calmed down now that he had told the two who his Other was.
Then Demyx realized that they were staring at him in disbelief. "I bet you're wondering how the hell I could be an assassin, aren't you? Believe it my friends, and don't tell Mansex. Whatever you do. I'll tell him in time. I don't exactly want any assassination missions any time soon." The grin he gave them was a slightly psychotic-just-let-this-be-between-us-grin. In other words, a tell-and-I'll-effing-kill-you-grin.
"Nine, I hope you know that that grin looks completely freaky on you?" Saix muttered, and left the library, probably to find Lexaeus. He knew the water-lover trusted the large scientist, and had probably told him already. The satirist was weird like that.
Zexion dragged Demyx into his lap and wrapped his arms around the other's waist. (RAF-Random Acts of Fluff) Demyx was now just still, slight tears rolling down his cheeks as he leaned up against Zexion. It was bad enough that he had been an assassin in the past, but now that past was showing back up? Somebody up there must really hate Demyx right now. Demyx mumbled something that Zexion couldn't quite hear.
"Dem? What'd you say?"
"'Ich muss etwas ermorden'."
"Which means?"
"I need to kill something."
"You're psychotic, you know that?"
"You're not the first person to tell me that."
"Who else?"
"Most of the guys my Other worked with, Mansex, Lexaeus. Just to name a few."
The door opened letting in Lexaeus and Saix. Lexaeus, upon seeing Demyx's tear-stained face, narrowed his eyes and looked like he was going to murder someone. Probably Axel, seeing as Axel usually was the one to make Demyx cry. "What'd Assel do this time?" he asked, barely concealing a growl.
"Believe it or not, nothing." The crazed grin was back.
The larger man sighed. "This is about your Other, isn't it?"
"Yup."
"I've told you you're psychotic, haven't I?"
"Uh-huh. Bunches."
"The violin?"
"Correctomundo, Lexy." It seemed that Lexaeus knew more about Demyx's Other than the two who just found out. "The nightmares are real." There was some slightly hysterical laughter on Demyx's part, and Zexion tightened his grip on the slightly taller Nobody. "Nie ich brechen. Ich kann verrückt gehen, aber ich werde nicht brechen."
"Dem, you're not making sense anymore. Maybe we should take you to Vexen."
"Ich gehe hysterisch, stimmt dass?"
"I think he said 'I'm going hysterical, aren't I?'" Zexion, who had sort of understood, translated. "Bloody hell."
"Six, you're going to have to let go of him at some point, because Five's got some kind of potion for the kid to take," Saix said, noticing that Lexaeus had pulled a potion bottle from a pocket. Zexion reluctantly let go of Demyx and placed a hand on the other Nobody's shoulder.
"Lexaeus, how often does he have these, for lack of a better term, 'nightmares'?" Zexion asked, worried for his friend. He hoped that they didn't occur very often.
"About once a week. Maybe twice if it's getting especially stressful. Often of fears his Other had. Dem'd have to tell you more about them." By the time Zexion had even asked the question, Lexaeus had gotten Demyx to drink the potion and the young Nobody was sleeping. "I got the sleeping potion from Vexen with Xemnas' permission to give Dem a vial when the nightmares got really bad. It just did."
Saix looked at the tall brunette. It was like one of the times when Demyx insisted that they had hearts and feelings. There was something about Lexaeus that made Demyx calm down and be quiet for once. Of course, it could just be because once Lexaeus was there, Demyx wasn't the only one who despised Axel with a passion.
Water and fire naturally didn't mix, and water had many unknown depths. Fire was just a light and warmth. Fire also lost control quickly and also killed quickly. Water killed slowly and painfully. Water could be hot or cold, burn or freeze. It could save and it could kill. Water was slightly easier to tame, but once the control was gone, so was the safety. Water would turn on its master and potentially cause a lot of damage. It was only luck that Demyx was so passive. It was probably because of Lexaeus and Saix. The Earth and Moon. The two somehow helped Demyx keep his sanity. If the musician had any to begin with.
An hour or so later…
"Hey, what's going on in here?" came a voice that none of the three conscious Nobodies liked at all. Axel. Or, as Lexaeus had called him, Assel. (Don't get me wrong, I like Axel, but for the sake of the fic, I'm having him hated by the Nobodies that are close to Dem.) "Did water-wimp get hurt? Doesn't look hurt to me." More glares. "Whoa, don't kill me, I'm just passing through, got it memorized?" Axel could have sworn he saw Saix' golden eyes start to glow. "I just wanted to ask if any of you knew where Roxas was." Three sets of eyes narrowed, two glowing slightly. "UM, I think I'll leave now. Bye!"
"Egotistical, sardonic, narcissistically smug. My god, let me rip his mind to shreds!" (Guess who.) Dun-dun-duh. Zexion.
"Have Xaldin poison his food later." Two disturbed looks in Lexaeus' direction. "What?"
"Anhalten." Demyx started panting and acting if he was going to get injured if he didn't get out of there. "Halten Sie an, ich will nicht Sie verletzen, Sie sind nicht mein Ziel. Ich töte diejenigen nicht, die nicht meine Ziele sind."
"That's never happened before." Lexaeus drawled slowly. "Dem usually says nothing and does nothing after he takes that potion."
"Maybe he's getting used to it?" Zexion asked. He had let Demyx lay down and had placed the younger Nobody's head on his lap.
"Not likely."
Demyx was starting to panic, movements getting erratic and he stopped, opening his eyes slowly and Demyx's eyes were glassy, unseeing. "Eine Mission war ein Misserfolg. Derjenige, um die Jäger der reichlichen Gabe von meines Schwanzes zu bekommen. Das war gegen Sie, Ias." A black violin appeared and Demyx grabbed it and the bow with it. "Ias, das ist Ihr Trauergesang. Genießen Sie es, während Sie es hören können." The song that Demyx started to play on the violin was slightly mournful, a dirge that would have brought tears to their eyes had the had hearts.
"'Ias.' That was my Other's name." Saix's eyes narrowed slightly. "I've an idea. Get the rest of the original six and bring Demyx to the training ground. I'll tell you in a bit." The other two raised eyebrows but went off. Zexion somehow managed to get Demyx to go with him to the training ground and Lexaeus went to find the rest of the Original Six.
"Zecksion, vat are ve doing here?" Demyx's tone was soft, with a slight accent that betrayed his origins. "I have a mission zat I need to complete." His sea green eyes and dirty blond hair had gone slightly darker, letting Zexion know that this wasn't totally Demyx. It was still Demyx, but slightly more…psychotic, uncontrolled. "Zat is not ze true moon. It vill do, zho."
"Dem just let me tell you one thing. Don't give up no matter what, okay?" Zexion didn't know why, but he felt like he had to tell Demyx that.
"And just vat makes you zink zhat I vill give up?" Demyx gave Zexion a slightly cocky grin and ruffled his hair.
"Dem."
"Yo, love birds, git ova here, will ya?" Xigbar. Just great. Just freaking great.
"Seigbar? Vat are you doing here? I zink I vas supposed to be training vith Saix." Demyx pondered.
"Dude, what's with the funky accent? I've never seen you speak like that before." Xigbar grinned. "I think that we're supposed to evaluate you or something. I'm not entirely sure m'self."
"Vhat?" Demyx raised an eyebrow and chuckled a little bit. "I can switch it back if you want. It was my Other's original accent before…" A second later, "Any way, what do you mean by 'evaluate'?"
"Xemnas' term, not mine. Seems he wants ya to fight against Saix and see how long you last."
"Saix? Oh, you mean the ex-bounty hunter. My Other had met his Other. Just before Ias became a Nobody, I think. I look forward to this." Demyx stood up straighter, looked more confident, smirk plastered across his face. Xigbar actually backed up a step or two.
Psychopathic, was the collective thought as Demyx confidently strode into the training area. The Original Six went up into the stands.
The fight lasted a better part of an hour. Saix had yet to go Berserk, and Demyx dispelled his Sitar and started utilizing the violin's power.
"That's it, I've had enough. I'm finishing this." Saix started to draw on the Moon's power, becoming more powerful and went Berserk.
"Damn it." Demyx said, and he jumped onto a pillar that was in the field. The song he was playing on the violin sped up, and the speed and accuracy when the water hit did also. Saix's body was covered in light scratches, cuts about a quarter inch deep. The leather of the coat prevented them from getting deeper. If it hadn't, some of those might have been almost an inch deep.
The six in the stands watched this with interest. Demyx was normally a complete klutz, unable to cross a hall without tripping. This Demyx was dodging some of the most complicated swings that the group had seen Saix perform while Berserk.
"Ya know what?" they heard Demyx say. "Screw clones. Hitting him in the head will probably be easier." Then they heard a twang and Demyx's sitar had several broken strings and was leaning against Saix's head. Saix had little birds flying around his head, and was looking dazed. Demyx fell to his knees, holding his arm, face scrunched up in pain. "Blutige ... Hölle. Das schmerzt." His face had gone pale, and the arm that Demyx was holding had started to bleed heavily from a cut across the inside of it.
Saix blinked his eyes and sat up quickly, nearly knocking himself out on Demyx's sitar again. "What the heck happened?" He then noticed the cuts and scratches all over him. "We beat the hell out of each other, didn't we?"
"Considering that you got one long cut across Nine's arm and you've got a bunch of little ones, Seven, yes, you did," Vexen replied. He was inspecting Demyx's cut and concluded that while it wasn't going to kill him, it would impair his ability to go on missions for a few days to a week. "Seven, your cuts will heal in a matter of a day or so. Nine will take a little bit longer." Zexion death-glared at Vexen. "It's not my fault your boyfriend managed to get himself hurt in a fight against Seven. I am surprised that the young one even managed to knock him out."
"You are not the only one, Four." Xemnas let himself into Vexen's rambling. "I am also curious as to how Nine managed to get strong enough to beat Seven. Five, Six, will one of you explain?"
Lexaeus and Zexion shared a glance. Zexion sighed and told the group what Demyx had told him and Saix.
"So, you're saying that the little bugger was in reality an assassin? Crikey." Xigbar clarified.
"Crikey isn't the word for it." Xaldin said. "Holy shit is more like it." The others nodded.
"Musikmörder. I've heard that before. He was an assassin on Saix's home world." Xemnas said. "Nine has been here for a year and a half and none of you have seen anything to indicate that he was a trained assassin?"
"Didn't know until he told me. Six months ago." Lexaeus stated. The others had all just found out that day…night…whatever.
"We were on the shooting range the other day and he could snipe fairly well," Xigbar added.
"This whole conversation never leaves this training ground. No, this spot. We don't want the rest of the Neophytes finding out." Xemnas regarded them with a cold stare. "Got it?" Nods. "Good."
Um, The end? Yep. It's the end.
Hey, Demyx, what do you think?
Demyx: …The HELL? You made me an assassin that speaks… German?!
Yuppers.
Saix: Why ME of all Nobodies?
Demyx: Why GERMAN of all languages?!
Because, I happen to like the psychotic ones. Evil is more fun, yo. German is awesome too, Musikmörder.
(ten seconds later…)
Oh, and Demy and Zexy are between sixteen and nineteen in most of my fics. Zexion became a Nobody at fourteen and Demyx, fifteen and a half…
Translations of what Demyx is saying. (Not literal, but what I had put in.)
Musical Assassin
I need to murder something.
Never will I break. I may go crazy, but I won't break.
I'm hysterical, aren't I?
Stop, I don't want to hurt you, you're not my target. I don't kill those who aren't my targets.
One mission was a failure. The one to get the bounty hunters off of my trail. You were one of them, Ias.
Ias, this is your dirge. Enjoy it while you can hear it.
Bloody...hell. That hurts.
Musikmörder
Ich muss etwas ermorden.
Nie ich brechen. Ich kann verrückt gehen, aber ich werde nicht brechen.
Ich gehe hysterisch, stimmt dass?
Halten Sie an, ich will nicht Sie verletzen, Sie sind nicht mein Ziel. Ich töte diejenigen nicht, die nicht meine Ziele sind.
Eine Mission war ein Misserfolg. Derjenige, um die Jäger der reichlichen Gabe von meines Schwanzes zu bekommen. Das war gegen Sie, Ias.
Ias, das ist Ihr Trauergesang. Genießen Sie es, während Sie es hören können.