IIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT'SSSS DEMYX! This story isn't all that positive and Demyx is sort of a ditz so… YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! I like warning people… It's fun… I'm warning you… I don't own Kingdom Hearts. So don't sic those lawyers on me…
Third Hour-Hopeless DreamerMyde stared up at the ceiling blankly as he strummed the strings on his sitar. How long had it been? An hour? Two? After all he could still hear his parents yelling at each other. Sigh.
Myde and his father had gotten into an argument about his future. Myde wanted to be a musician and play to his hearts content but his father… his father wanted him to go to university and become something. Pfft. Fat chance. Myde wasn't even passing high school so where's the point on to university or college?
Get it through your head dad… MONEY IS NOT ALWAYS THE ANSWER.
He could hear is mother defending him. Good old mom. Always there for him. It wasn't uncommon for Myde and his father to argue but this time the argument had come to the point where Myde's father left a rather large gash on Myde's head. That was the part where Myde had ran away and locked himself in his room.
You see Myde wasn't really one who liked fighting. Yes he would get competitive at videogames and such, but real fighting… No. Myde could throw a good punch but he wasn't one who opted for violence. Sort of like a modern day Gandhi if you asked his classmates.
Except Gandhi wasn't a slacker. Myde was.
When he should have been listening in class, taking down notes he was busy daydreaming about his own little world in his head. When he should've been writing out his tests he was actually discovering something new about his own personal world.
So Myde wasn't a slacker… he was merely a dreamer.
A dreamer with a dream. A dream that his father disapproved of. Myde always told himself that he would run away—heck! He once came close to running though! But always he stopped himself. Why? Because how would this effect his mother? No that wasn't the real reason and Myde knew it.
It was because Myde was afraid. He may not have looked it but Myde was scared of many things. Like pain for one and spiders for another. And most of all he was scared of death.
It was all around him all the pain and the death. It practically stank of death in the city. The heartless were taking more and more souls by the day. Each day Myde would see a missing student, an empty seat. The thing that scared him the most was that he didn't know if he was next! He sure didn't want to become a bug like creature with bug like eyes and bug like antics! Not without completing his dream first. Then they could take his heart and poke it however much they wished.
But now… Myde just wanted to play his sitar. Actually if he was going to die he wanted to die playing it. He smirked. That would be a fitting end for him. As the heartless took his heart he'd be playing a most likely messed up song. His requiem.
"MYDE OPEN THIS DOOR THIS INSTANT YOUNG MAN!" Myde heard his father pounding at the door but his words were lost in Myde's swirling thoughts.
Should I? I mean he might try to leave another lovely gash to match the one on my head…
He opened the door. "Yes daddy dearest?" He blinked at his father innocently.
"Don't give me that clueless look! I've had enough of your attitude! You will go to university and you will not become one of those silly drug addicts who scream their heads off into microphones so they can be admired!"
"Why are you trying to destroy my dream? I am who I am! Would you rather have a son who absolutely hates your guts or a son who's happy? Or have you been regretting that you forgot to use a condom all this time?" Myde looked at his father angrily. He had enough of all this pretending, all this lying. His father looked quite stunned—Myde never had raised his voice in anger in his entire life. When he was angry he just stayed silent and took the blows.
But this was different. This was his father and him arguing about his dream not some popular group of snobs who picked a Myde because he was a bit of a loner.
He just snapped. He had enough of everything. He had enough of being scared, enough of being bullied, enough of being…being someone who wasn't him! He slammed the door in the shocked face of his father.
He looked around at his room. It was quite clean for a boy at his age. There was a bed and a closet and a desk that was littered in neat piles of papers and books. And of course there was his sitar. He picked it up and flopped onto his bed.
Why is there life?
Why is there love?
Why is there death?
Is there really a god from above?
We fight and we scream
We kill and we hurt
And we go slay the children
And kill them in dirt.
The moon hangs over
Glowing silver rust,
When we, the demons
Glow blood lust.
So why help our souls?
Our ever restless minds?
Why say you love
When love is so blind?
For we are twisted
And forgotten.
Accused of crimes
And other sins.
He sighed. He was best in his element playing his sitar so why couldn't his father just understand that? Music was probably the only lesson he wasn't failing. He stared at the math test he had just received today. Right on top in angry red pen was a big fat 13 out of 100.
Yes surprising isn't it? He was actually improving.
His eyes swerved toward the calendar. Damn! Tomorrow was a school day. God he had to face the horrors of high school—AGAIN! For god sake they should be paid to go to school! At least he had music double period in the afternoon…
He pondered on how he would survive the school day tomorrow till the early hours of dawn.
XxXxX
"So in order to receive 453 you must divide A into 72209 and then multiply it half of A and blah, blah, blah" The math teacher at the front droned on about some sort of equation. Let's put it simply—ALGEBRA SUCKS. Myde could actually add, subtract and do his five times tables.
What? It took him forever to learn those!
So he drifted off in his magical world of music and melody. He'd hum out loud a few bars now and then. He went on like this until the bell had rung for lunch. And then Myde swore.
Lunch. He despised it. That was when everyone got together with their friends and gossiped about the latest news. But not Myde. Myde had no friends. And lunch was when the 'cool' posse went to verbally taunt him. Each and every time they found him he had to find a different spot to eat lunch so they wouldn't find him again. Sometimes days they did, sometimes days they didn't.
For the past few weeks he had chosen a nice shady spot on the roof. Off limits of course. If he was caught by a teacher then—well the consequences couldn't be much worse right? As he was eating his 'lunch' (A cup of cereal and a juice box) he started jotting down potential lyrics for his next song on a napkin. Next to him was his sitar.
"Is there anyone up there?" Myde looked up and inwardly groaned. Damn the world! Why now? Why the hell now? "Aha! So this is where the little mouse has been holed up! We missed you Myde!" A smirk followed those words as a tall boy with blond spikes for hair came up the stairs to be accompanied by a red headed bimbo named Natalie and a African boy named Jimmy.
"A-Allan! What are you doing here?" Myde stuttered as he tried to find some sort of escape route without serious injury. There was of course charging recklessly through Allan and Co. trying to reach the stairwell without being caught. Pfft. No. Another one was to jump off the roof. Possibility since it was only a two story drop. And the other was to get beaten up. Okay that was a definite no-no.
So it was settled. He was jumping. After all there was a lake right there to cushion his landing. Grabbing his sitar and stuffing the napkin in his pocket he started running toward the edge.
"Wait! What are you doing?" Allan and them started panicking when they finally realized what Myde was going to do.
"Bye! See you in the place where all we sinners go!" He jumped over and let himself freefall with his sitar. Thank god it was water proof. He heard screams all around him. Oh well. As he landed with a rather large splash he started kicking while dragging his sitar along. Thank god it was close to summer or else the water would be freezing! He could still hear those annoying screams. God! Why wouldn't they just shut up?
Myde was always a strong swimmer but he never cared for trying out for the swim team. He didn't do extra credit. No. Unless of course it was for music.
As he reached the shore he saw people crowd around the bank of the lake. As he came up soaking wet a few girls screamed. Dolts. People were just staring at him as he started walking back toward the school to get dry clothes. What were they staring at? It wasn't as if he had wanted to jump!
He continued to walk forward until a firm hand stopped him by the shoulder. "Kid. Do you have any idea of what you just did?"
Myde turned around slowly to suddenly be facing the school coach, Mr. Russell. Oh great. Now he was in the deep end. "Uh…no?" Myde felt rather nervous seeing as Mr. Russell had such a grim expression on his face. Oh damn. Was he going to tell his father about this?
"You just beat the school record by at least a minute. Mind telling me why you're not on the swim team?" Myde almost burst out laughing. This was why he was stopped? To be asked why he wasn't on the swim team? Pathetic.
"I, uh, don't do extra credit…" He continued to trudge on forward.
"Well your parents are going to have to know about this… unless you join the swim team… Then we could forget all about this incident…"
Myde was going to reply but as soon as his mouth opened another voice cut in. "Dad! Dad! We just saw this kid jump from the school roofs, we think it was sort of dare and—What the hell?" Allan suddenly ran across the fields.
Myde instantly stiffened. What. The. Hell? WHAT THE FREAKIN HELL? Oh sure, it was a dare. Freaks.
You may have noticed that Myde was in a bad mood.
"Oh well Allan I've just recruited this kid onto the swim team. Be nice to him." Mr. Russell apparently wouldn't take no as an answer. "Practice is tomorrow after school till five."
Myde just stared at him blankly. "B-but I already have band tomorrow."
" Oh? I see that you have your… guitar… Why don't you play something for us to see if you're not complete fool?" Myde was getting more pissed by the minute. Him play? In front of everyone? "Come on… It won't be that hard…"
Myde had enough. If it was music he wanted then it be music he got! He felt like screaming to the world that he was pissed and he certainly did NOT want to go around being ordered around. But who cared about his opinion at this point? After all he was just a loser. Oh well.
Crystal waters that always ripple
Hide all the pain, hide all the crippled.
Our wishes never come true
But we always wish they do.
Must we fight our useless wars?
Must we fight at all?
We were told of happiness,
Of a world of peace.
But all I see is a war.
With all this chaos.
Why can't we end this pain?
End this nightmare?
Myde saw that a rather large group gathering around him but he continued to vent his anger in his music. He needed to calm down, to find his inner Zen…
I do not know
What makes us do thisI don't know why
Or what it is…
All they do is cry
For their loss
When really it's life
They toss.
Why do you
Fear me?
Why don't they
Hear me?
Why don't they hear me?
Hear my… Voice.A loud noise startled Myde out of his life. It was people clapping—clapping at him and his skill. Wow. It was part of his goal in life! He had finally gotten over his little fear of performing in front people. He might be the next U2!
Okay so maybe he was sopping wet and he had a geeky hairstyle and he wasn't all that popular but oh well.
It was a start and that's what counted. And Myde was happy.
XxXxX
The next few weeks went by peacefully. He found out that these swim practices were actually quite fun and Allan left him alone. It was great, life went on as usual until one day during dinner his father decided to ask him what was happening at school.
"Myde… I've noticed that you've been coming home late on Tuesdays and Thursdays. If this you're spending your time doing—"
"I'm not doing drugs dad. I'm on the swim team. The end. Case closed."
His father looked at him. "When did you try out?"
"I didn't. Coach Russell forced me onto the team." Myde still hadn't looked up from his burnt lasagna.
"You mean Mark Russell asked you to be on his team? Why?"
"He saw me swim and apparently I broke the school record by a minute. Pass the salt please."
"You'll get high blood pressure. But when did he see you swim?"
"When I jumped off the school roof with my sitar trying to escape from rabid animals. I ended up freefalling into the lake. Can I please have the salt now?"
"WHAT?" Both of his parents stood up staring at Myde incredulously.
"I jumped into the lake from the school roof."
"YOU JUMPED OFF THE SCHOOL ROOF MYDE?"
"Yes I—Oh no. Damn. Did I just say tell you I jumped off the school roof?" Myde finally snapped back to reality. Realizing the damage he had already done. When both his parents nodded he swore. "Don't believe what I just said, simply nonsense, I wasn't thinking right."
His mother finally spoke up. "I've found that when you aren't thinking right Myde, you tend to tell the truth."
"Uh…right. I'm not hungry anymore." He stood up and carried away his food.
Well that went well…XxXxX
So the next few weeks went on without disturbance—Thank god. School went on as usual. He ate lunch alone, failed most of his classes and yet still performed brilliantly during music class. That was life for you.
But every time he went home he always tried to get there as fast as possible. Allan hadn't liked the fact that his father enforced the rule of 'No picking on Myde during school hours.' So he decided to pick on Myde after school hours. But all Myde could do was grin and bear it. And that's exactly what he did. Each time he saw Allan in the hallways he always give him a friendly hello and ask him how he was. And he did all this in a very friendly tone. And it scared Allan a lot. Anyone you really hate out there? Start acting friendly towards them. They'll wet their pants soon enough.
Then one day as he was speed walking home he was suddenly dragged into in alley.
"Okay I want you to tell me what your game is!" Allan had a panicked look on his face. "Why the hell are you acting so friendly?"
"Why can't I act friendly? I mean you are the coach's son. And I don't think I should hold grudges. I mean if I did you'd be underneath my foot being whacked to death with my sitar."
Allan opened his mouth to speak when they suddenly heard it. A gentle scratching noise coming from all around the alley. When Allan saw the first heartless poke it's bug like head into the alley he fled. Scaredy cat. Myde bet that when he was dead Allan would say it was a dare. As soon Myde heard his last footsteps fade away the heartless started to swarm around him. He sighed and picked up his sitar. Just like he had pictured it.
Amidst the land of bleach white bones,
The colors fade to graying tones.
Winds utter their final breath,
For this is the garden, the garden of death.
The flowers below seep in the blood,
From the stream of thick blood with banks of gray mud.
On this very soil a war was fought,
On this very soil the Devil's hate was wrought.
If you have the courage to follow,
The ones with their hearts hollow.
You'll find yourself in a landscape beyond imagination,
For this is a conflict with ten thousand men.
The one who resurrects them all,
The nobodies that fight or crawl.
Is the one full of pain,
Is the one who has no gain.
The castle of the thorns,
Where all the dead become reborn.
In the castle of thorns…And then it all went black.
XxXxX
A few days later Allan Russell, son of Mark Russell, was found dead floating face first in the pool, which was filled with red water. Police say that he was violently beaten with some sort of weapon and then something had held him down in the water, cutting off his oxygen. They had found wet footprints that led to nowhere and on the wall in blood were the words:
In the castle of thorns… My vengeance is served and they shall mourn…GORY ENDING, GORY ENDING! I'm sorry I didn't warn you of that. Oh well. I'm a loser after all. BUT I'M A LOSER WHO'S GOT A LIGHTER AND A SCYTHE! BWA HA HA HA! Kill me… kill me now… FREAKS! This is one of my personal favorites and so is Losing Laughter. Next:
The tolling of the bell is heard four times in the clock tower and thin lips form a lopsided smile that quickly slips away as they finally realize that the fourth hour had come so soon… Fourth Hour - Losing Laughter.