alright, sorry this took forever, but i was lazy..... enjoy the next chapter!!!
Part 4: Archery…???
Thunk!
Zexion lowered his bow and smirked. He looked at the target and gazed contentedly at the bulls-eye.
"WOW!" Demyx cheered, looking at the freshly shot arrow. "I wish I could do that…"
"That's what I'm going to fix…" Zexion said with a sigh. "Xemnas left me with a list of things I should do to help you out… And archery is in the list, don't ask me why."
"But I can't aim to save me non-existent life!" Demyx said, a little shocked and upset.
"I guess that's why he asked me…" Zexion said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You okay?"
"Fine! Just fine!" Zexion said with fake enthusiasm as he picked up a spare bow and handed it to Demyx. Demyx took the bow wearily, not sure what to do. "Demyx, hold your bow like I am." Zexion held the bow horizontally, griping the handle of the bow with the arrow shelf turned up and the bow under his arm.
"Okay…" Demyx said, doing exactly the opposite. He was holding the bow in his left hand, but had the bow turned in the direction for a left-handed person with the arrow shelf pointing to the ground.
"Demyx, are you left handed?" Zexion asked, sighing irritably.
"No…" Demyx said, unsure of what he did.
"Turn the bow around," Zexion said, feeling like he was already losing his self-control.
"Okay!" Demyx said, scared by the tone of voice used and quickly flipped the bow around to its proper position.
"Good…" Zexion said, pulling an arrow out of the quiver on the ground. He held it up to Demyx to show him the fletching and said, "Now, the arrow has three feathers on it for fletching. When you load the arrow, you want to make sure that one of the feathers are sticking up, like so." Zexion held his bow sideways again and loaded the arrow with one of the fathers sticking up away from the bow. "See?"
"I think so…" Demyx said, also taking an arrow and loading it correctly the first time.
"Good," Zexion said, turning to the target. "Now, you want to take a wide stance when you shoot. It helps you balance when you aim. You want to pull the string back with the tips of your first three fingers; two grip the arrow and another grips the string. With me so far?"
"I think so…" Demyx said, a little confused.
"Good," Zexion said, pulling the string back in the fashion he just described. "You want to anchor hand on your cheek to steady yourself. When you aim, aim just bellow your target. When you let the string go, make sure your hand goes back towards your ear to follow through, okay?"
"Okay…"
"Good." Zexion let the arrow fly and hit the bulls-eye again. "Your turn."
"I'll try my best…" Demyx said, pulling the string back, but grabbing it with his whole hand and letting go. The arrow flew in a wide arc over the target that was a few yards away.
"Oh that's IT!" Demyx screamed, throwing the bow on the ground with such force that it almost broke. This alone shocked Zexion, but what Demyx said started to shock him too. "I can't do ANYTHING right!! The others tried and gave up after the first time I didn't get it!! 'If you can't do it right the first time, Demyx, you can't do it at all'!!! That's what they ALWAYS say! So just leave now, Zexion! I'm a failure, and that's all I'll ever be!"
This outburst shocked Zexion to no end. He had no idea that the other members tried to help him. And he figured that that was why Superior had Zexion stay with Demyx… Zexion sighed and bent down to pick up the fallen bow.
"You're right, Demyx," Zexion said, standing up and brushing some of the grass off the bow. "Maybe you are a failure. Maybe you can't do anything right the first time. Maybe the others were right to give up.
"But Rome wasn't built in a day. You just need practice; we all do. Hell, archery is hard and you almost never get in it the target the first time…
"Demyx, can you keep a secret?" Zexion asked, looking up at Demyx for the first time during his rant. Demyx nodded slowly. "I was a failure too. Of course that was before you even SAÏX came, but a failure nonetheless. Trust me, I couldn't do anything right either. But there's a big difference between you and me, Demyx. I did something about it. I didn't give and well, look at me. I know, not much to see, but still, I'm not a failure."
Hearing all this, Demyx felt he knew Zexion a little better, not a lot, but a little. He couldn't help but notice the similarities between himself and the Schemer. His thoughts were interrupted by Zexion saying,
"Look at me, going on like some old lady." He took another arrow, loaded it into Demyx's bow, and continued, "Now, when you pull back on the bow, you want to keep a firm grip on the bow and arrow. Anchor yourself and take deep, even breaths. Aim for just below the target. When you're ready, take a deep breath again and as you let it out, let the arrow fly." As he spoke, the arrow hit the target dead center. "And you'll hit the target every time." He held the bow out to Demyx and said, "Your turn."
"Why?" The question caught Zexion sort of off guard. Why was it his turn? Or why do what he just said? Demyx saw the confusion and elaborated, "Why haven't you given up on my yet? The others did…"
"Well, I'm not the others now am I?" Zexion asked with as smirk. "You're smarter that you think, Demyx. I know you can do this with a bit of practice. And…" Zexion's smirk grew 10 fold. "I'm a lot more patient than the other assholes who tried to teach you before.
Demyx laughed slightly and took the bow in his hands. He did as he was told and looked at Zexion. The emo sighed and stood behind Demyx, his forehead coming up to the blonde's eyes. Zexion put his left hand over Demyx's on the bow and took the blonde's other hand in his own. He gently showed Demyx how to grip to the string.
"Just relax," Zexion said, pulling Demyx's hand back with his own to it was resting near the blonde's cheek. "Focus and breath. Take a deep breath and let it out when you let go."
Of course, it was hard for Demyx to concentrate. Hard, but not impossible. He managed to do it and took a deep breath. He aimed just below the yellow part of the target and took a deep breath. He let it out as he let go of the string and followed through with his hand coming back behind his ear.
Thunk.
"Perfect," Zexion whispered into Demyx's ear, looking at the bulls-eye.
"Really?!?!" Demyx cried, excited and hyper as he looked at the target. "I really did it?!?!?!"
"Yeah!" Zexion said, a small smile crossing his face.
"YAY!!!!!" Demyx screamed, trapping Zexion in a bone-crushing bear hug.
"Dem… can't….. breath!" Zexion managed to get out with the air that was being squeezed from his lungs.
"Oh! Sorry!" Demyx apologized frantically, letting go of the little emo. He watched anxiously as the Schemer got his breath back. "Wow, Zexy, you're taller than the others say you are!"
"I only look short because I slouch all the time!" Zexion said with the adorably emo pout of DEWM. Demyx just laughed.
Just then, rain started pouring down in thick sheets across the World That Never Was, soaking the two Nobodies to the bone.
"Aw, darn!" Demyx cried, opening a portal back to the castle and running through. When Zexion didn't follow, he poked his head out of the portal.
Zexion was still standing where Demyx left him, his face upturned to the sky. He seemed deep in thought about something, something important. However, Demyx had no concept of this.
"Zexy! Come on! You'll get mad sick if you stay out here!" Demyx screamed over the rain.
"Hm? Oh, right…" Zexion said, coming out of his stupor and following Demyx back into the castle.
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