Before you even ask, rearrange the letters in Dyme and throw in an X and yes, Xigbar's element is, in fact, time.

This one is completely out there. Then again, I can't exactly get myself into this character's head... Well, I mean, I can but...he's too much like me in real life for me to quite get it done comfortably.

Actually, personally, I'm not a fan of this chapter, but hey, who am I to refuse the muses?

Demyx
I Wonder Why…Irony is always such a bitch?
Version One

One more reason to love music: it doesn't let the irony that is life sting you to the core.

Oh sure, let them tell you I don't have a heart, and that there's nothing for irony to sting. Let them sit there and claim that my emotions are false and that whatever the hell this thing in my chest that keep's pumping blood through my veins is, it isn't a heart. Not like they have.

Not like he has.

Not like I used to have.

The fact of the matter is, I fought tooth and nail. There's a group of people that ran past here just before this kid and his silly animals. They fight against the heartless. In fact, it seems they think that they'll be beating the armored army Xemnas has got set up.

I could have been another member of their team. Well, not a warrior, of course. I didn't like fighting. I don't like fighting. But that one woman, Aerith, she doesn't fight. She's a healer and she's still in their group. I'm sure she and Dyme would have gotten along wonderfully.

She wouldn't appreciate me now though, because I'm a vicious evil enemy. That's what they all think of me as.

I hate that. Truly and deeply in the very center of my not-a-heart I despise it.

I didn't let the darkness in my heart possess me like the original six. My heart was ripped away from me by force.

At least Roxas' other had the choice. Dyme didn't. I didn't.

And now I've turned the tables. Instead of screaming and kicking and trying my hardest to get out, to get to a crossroads, to find sanctuary, I'm the one out to kill. I'm the one who's supposed to rip this kid apart. One I would have loved to join forces with under any other circumstances.

You know, I always did like that blond kid. Number thirteen was what most of them referred to him as. Key of Destiny, Xemnas called him. Me and Axel knew better. We called him Roxas and I think he liked it.

I wonder if he's gonna like it when he beats me senseless. And this time I don't get up and walk away, because this time Sora- Roxas without his X- is going to kill me.

I know that much.

I can feel it.

And you know what? I'm willing. I'd rather be nothing than nobody. Besides, I've seen the underworld. A mass pit of swirling green goo. Doesn't look so bad to me.

Or maybe that's for people with hearts and I get a one way trip to oblivion. Whatever.

Hey, at least- ow. Okay, see, that hurt.

Bad.

Ugh. Well, that's the last time I get a key upside the head.

I wonder if it'll bruise post-mortem?

How do I know the term post-mortem.

...I gotta stop having these chats with myself and start pretending I care about killing this brat. Let's see...

Hah! I'd like to see him cut through that many notes in under a minute.

So, where was I? Irony, right?

Yeah. The irony of it all is that I know exactly what's gonna happen next.

Xigbar's the master of all things time, but really, I'm the one who can see into the future. I knew the second my heart was ripped out that I wasn't dead and that something was severely wrong with that, and that it would only lead to trouble. And I knew the moment Axel came back to the castle that Roxas had finally gotten sick of us and left, and that all hell was going to break loose. And I knew when they sent me out on that stupid rock-kidnapping mission that I was being set up as bait. And I know that I'm about to die.

But hey, you can't deny I can put on one hell of a show. Pyrotechnics be damned. Who needs fire works when you can summon a hundred thousand gallons of water to come shooting up from the ground?

I think I'm going to miss that.

It'll be one of the few things I do miss, actually. I'm certain about that.

What is with this kid and hitting my head? Damn that huuuurts! I distinctly remember Roxas going for the abs. Organs and whatnot, he said. No head trauma was had!

Just another difference between the Nobody and the human, I suppose.

Hnn. Well. That's about that, then.

I feel like I should be complaining or something, but I kinda got used to the whole 'I'm about to die' thing awhile back. It's no different this time around.

Huh. Maybe I really don't have a heart.

Well hell, that's a wonderful dying revelation.

Talk about your irony...