I, Demyx, being of sound mind and body...
He read and reread the eight short words written across the top of the page, then crumpled the sheet into a ball and threw it at the trash can. Strange; when he was writing music, he never wanted to stop. Sometimes he only stopped when the pain in his hand and wrist became unbearable. Trying to write his will, though...he just wasn't getting anywhere. He was having trouble even coming up with what he had that someone else might want. His clothes? Luxord was the one closest to him in size, and he didn't think the Gambler of Fate would have that much use for a bunch of T-shirts with snarky sayings on them, or that memorialized various bands and tours. Axel and Roxas might, but they were all too small for Axel and too big for Roxas. Besides, when he thought about it a little more, the idea of wearing a dead man's clothes...yeah. Forget the shirts. They'd probably end their lives as dustrags anyway.
He sighed, stood up, and looked around his room. Well, there was his stereo. It was a wonderful machine, top-of-the-line, not even a year old. Surely someone else would be able to put it to good use. And there were only two people he liked well enough to consider giving it to. He pulled a coin out of his pocket - heads, it's Axel's; tails, it's Roxas's.
He flipped it - tails. Roxas would get the stereo. Well, Axel could have his guitar as a consolation prize. The redhead couldn't find his way around a sitar to save his life; maybe he'd do better with a simpler instrument. His other instruments - the violin and the beautiful viola d'amore he'd purchased mere weeks before breaking his shoulder in a training accident - he wasn't sure what to do with them. Axel could have them too, if only for safekeeping. And the stacks and stacks of CDs filling up the cabinet under the stereo - they could split those. Zexion might even like some of them, though he wasn't quite sure where the Schemer's musical tastes lay. Whatever he liked, Demyx probably had at least a few CDs of it.
He had a few books, too. For a second, he decided to just leave them all to Zexion, but on second thought, he probably wouldn't like all of them. He wouldn't even necessarily like any of them - books on musical theory, instrument care and maintenance, photoessays of tropical beaches, guides for the care and keeping of tropical fish, a few cookbooks and fantasy stories, even some books written in Hindi. Naminé would probably like the fantasy stories, and the books about tropical beaches - the poor girl was almost never let out of her room; she'd probably love a view of the worlds outside, even if only in a book. And if Axel was going to get all his instruments, besides the sitar, he should probably get the books about how to take care of them, and the musical theory books too, together with an admonition to actually read them once or twice. The cookbooks - hell, they could go to Xaldin, and let him read it as a backhanded insult to his cooking if he liked. What was he going to do to him? The rest of his collection, Zexion could have, including the books written in Hindi. He could teach himself the language with them, if he didn't already know it; he was probably more than smart enough to do it.
That only left one thing. Demyx looked at his desk, at the sheets of music lying neatly stacked on top of it - months of work; dozens of short compositions that, played together, made up his magnum opus. He took his pen and a blank sheet of paper and wrote one line on it, near the bottom.
The music I write belongs to the worlds.
He smiled to himself and started over at the top of the sheet. I, Demyx, being of sound mind and body...
AN: Number 81, Pen and Paper.
I've hit a new low. I accidentally called my boyfriend "Demyx" instead of Ben. Fortunately, he knows exactly who Demyx is, so he didn't get the idea I was cheating on him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, got it memorized?