-----The Past
'Holy,' mused Demyx. 'I remember that word. It's not the same as saying holy as in sacrilegious, but Holy the spell.'
The Nobody tossed to the left side of his bed. He had just woken up from a very pleasant nap, although the dream that had accompanied it wasn't the most enjoyable. Demyx did have to admit that the vision helped him remember a good deal of his past. There was nothing more satisfying than to see an image of your mother smiling or your father holding you protectively during the break of dawn. Yet the irony in all of that was that they were not Demyx's parents; they were his Somebody's parents. It made the musician sad.
Despite the condition of the Nobody, Demyx still felt that they were his parents. He was half of his Other, if not just a little bit more. Well maybe, he hoped, maybe he did have a heart. The feelings that he feels every day could not have been from memory alone. He saw Roxas express so many emotions towards Axel. That boy didn't have the luxury of remembering his Somebody's past, so there had to be something besides memories that made the higher Nobodies feel.
The Melodious Nocturne sighed and sat up, reaching for his sitar next to the nightstand. 'There has to be more than this. I just can't accept that we don't have hearts. And if we die? What then? Are I really doomed to go back to the darkness when I die? What about my Other? What's going to happen to him?' He sighed again. 'Is Dyme even alive?'
Slowly his fingers began to strum against his instrument's strings and got lost with the music and the memories.
----- The Deep Past
"Dyme you are one of the few people in this world that can use Holy. You are destined to become a Holy monk to preserve this beautiful land of Fantasia from the demon Chernabog." The elder man got strange looks from a young boy sitting in a desk. "I'm sure you are aware that your father is a Holy monk. He always takes you to Bald Mountain on the nights that the grand demon appears, doesn't he? Well if it were not for him and his fellow monks, our world would have been consumed in Chernabog's evil."
"But I don't want to be a Holy monk, Master Yen Sid. I don't want to fight," replied a ten-year old Demyx/Dyme.
"Oh but your principles are pacifist," answered the sorcerer.
"What's that mean?"
"It means that you embrace peace rather than violence, young man."
"Oh! Then I guess I will be a Holy monk!" Dyme chirped happily.
Yen Sid pat the blonde's hair with a grandfather-like affection. "However, a Holy monk accepts that there is a time to fight, and he or she will not hesitate to clash with the enemy."
"Oh…" Dyme sulked lower into his chair.
Yen Sid arched his left eyebrow curiously. "Don't you care about Fantasia?"
"Yes!" the boy replied with a deep passion. He noticed that his response was a little too bold to say in front of a respectable person like Yen Sid. "I mean, of course. I love Fantasia. I'd do anything to keep it safe."
Master Yen Sid looked at the boy seriously, and then chuckled. "Let's hope you're not just saying that, Dyme. When the time of need for your power comes, your true colors will show. And then we'll all know how much you care for Fantasia, but for now…" The magician closed his book and smiled at the boy, "It's teatime. Will you care to join me? I'm quite certain your mother will be with us."
Dyme nodded and followed the sorcerer to the parlor.
-----The Past
'Chernabog…he left Fantasia many years ago. It was at the same time when the Heartless came and attacked us. Someone freed him, but I don't remember who. I wonder what he's doing now. Is he in an eviler place? Did his liberator give him a world to rule? Is there a chance that he returned?'
Demyx sighed and put down his sitar. "It's all coming back to me. Slowly, but surely. Maybe I'll remember what happened to me and my family."
----The Present
"Tseng, tell me," replied the king. "Who woke up?"
The man cleared his throat and put his hands behind his back. "Chernabog, your majesty."
"Chernabog? But Donald, Goofy, and I defeated him a long time ago!"
"Yeah!" cried Donald.
"Unfortunately, defeat and destroy are two different things," answered Tseng. "Sora, when you and your friends defeated Chernabog in the End of the World, and restored peace after fighting Ansem, or should I say Xehanort's Heartless, the shattered worlds began to return to their original states."
"Fantasia was not one of those worlds," replied the bald man, Rude.
"Instead, Chernabog fled for his life, returned to Fantasia, and sealed himself in Bald Mountain so that he may fully recover from the injuries," said Elena, the blonde woman.
"So what's going to happen to Fantasia?" asked Sora.
"Now that Chernabog was awakened and gained his power back, he will release himself on Halloween night and do his usual routine. He has done this ritual for almost as long as Fantasia has existed," said Tseng.
"Except this time…" King Mickey spoke. "This time there are no more Holy monks to keep him back. The dawn's light can only keep him away for so long. If there is no additional intervention, Chernabog will come out every night and gain more and more power. Soon, the light will not hold him back, and the demon will take over Fantasia and turn it into a world of darkness."
"What happened to the Holy monks, your majesty?" asked Goofy, while scratching his head in bewilderment.
Mickey sighed deeply in sadness. "They were destroyed when Fantasia was attacked by Heartless."
"But how was Fantasia able to survive? And what about its keyhole?" asked Riku.
"Yo! Your majesty!" yelled a skinny man with red hair, wearing the same uniform as the other police.
"Reno? I thought you were watching over the duchess," said Tseng.
"I was, but Yen Sid, man. Well he told me that we'd all better get our asses to Fantasia right now."
"Wait, what's happening?" asked Kairi.
"It's falling apart, that's what!" replied Reno spastically. "The heart- shit I don't really know, but something's really wrong. And if we don't high tail it to Fantasia, hello Transverse Town!"
-----The Past
It was the most peculiar yet catchy song Demyx had ever heard.
The musician had finally decided to get out of his room to continue his dream contemplation outside the castle. As he was leaving the Hall of Empty Melodies, a loud and almost indistinct voice began to echo around the foyer. Demyx wasn't one to care for anyone's private conversations, but for some reason the gibberish was pleasing to his acute musician ears. The boy closed the doors and followed the voice while hiding around the pillars and shadows.
"A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi. La we mai iko papa he na lu…"
Demyx wondered who could be talking such nonsense. Or was it even nonsense? Could this unknown member be speaking another language? He had to find out or die trying. (Even though that was exaggerating the situation.) The dark blonde closed his eyes and began to listen to the voice.
Was that…Xigbar?
"Pi'i na nalu la lahalaha. O ka moana hanupanupa."
Demyx opened his eyes and took a closer look at the unknown singer.
"Lalala i kala hanahana."
It was Xigbar!
"Me ke kai hoene i ka pu'e one. Helehele mai kakou e…"
The musician concluded that Xigbar wasn't a bad singer. The elder's voice was soft and not off key. He seemed happy as he sang this foreign and lighthearted song. This was something that Demyx had never seen in Number II. Normally Xigbar was rough and crude in the way he spoke and behaved, but for some reason this song brought out the more, dare he think it, the gentler side of the Freeshooter. Demyx had always respected Xigbar. He was his mentor and one of the very few members that actually interacted with him without being forced. But today, the Melodious Nocturne's esteem for his fellow Nobody increased.
If only the echo in the Hall of Empty Melodies wasn't so bad. Then Demyx would be able hear the lyrics more clearly.
"Hawaiian roller coaster ride."
----End of Chapter 2
I know what you're thinking: Why is Xigbar a surfer if he's not in the Japanese version! Well actually I got this idea while having a conversation on how well Xigbar and Stitch would get along with the gravity, hanging upside down, and gun thing.