Nineteen Days With Demyx

Day 1 – Demyx and the Wight Knight Fright


"What do you mean only numbers eight and below can have vacation days?!" Demyx whined, pouting at the evil, evil blue-haired man known as Saïx(whose scar was totally just sharpie, by the way).

"I mean exactly what I said. You can't expect to get privileges if you don't do your work, number IX." Saïx kept his ever-annoying cool, and left a huffing Demyx silently threatening to beat him senseless with his sitar, if he had the guts.

Gritting his teeth, Demyx turned, and stalked down the hallway towards the Gray Area. It seemed that Saïx had already darktravelled there. Demyx begrudgingly snatched a paper with a blank form on it from Saïx's gloved hand.

"You're going to Halloween Town to take care of a Darkside. Be on your guard, there should be plenty of Wight Knights, Toy Soldiers and Trick Ghosts around." Saïx informed, looking down on Demyx. Demyx smirked. Halloween Town, eh? This could be fun.

He glanced down at the form paper.

Name:

Demyx absently wondered if he should be putting his name here, or his number. Or maybe his title? Eh, why not all three. Wait, no. Too much work. "Demyx" should do it.

Location:

Duh, Halloween Town.

Objective:

Eliminate the Darkside. Make Saïx squeal like the little girl he is.

Results:

Well, I haven't done anything yet- oh, this is probably supposed to be filled out after I finish the mission….. oh well. It was a stupid idea to make these anyway, I mean, c'mon! Who reads about boring missions like this? Saïx…. or the Superior… dang…


"Darktravelling is so convenient. Imagine being Sora! Having to fight your way through each and every Gummi ship route; what a pain in the neck that would be, geez." Demyx wiped his brow, examining his surroundings with mild interest. It wasn't like this was his first time in Halloween Town after all.

Hmm, what should he look for first? About a million ways to scare Saïx ran around in his head like a bunch of mad rabbits. Snake in the coffee cup? Saïx was nasty when he didn't get his coffee in the morning, and Demyx preferred his limbs attached. Hand out of the kitchen drain? That wouldn't scare Saïx, he'd probably turn on the garbage disposal, and Demyx shuddered as he remembered the wicked scars Axel sported on his right arm. (see: the time Axel tried to scare Roxas).

Ugh, this was way too much work… maybe he'd have better ideas after a nap… wait… Demyx frowned as he tried to remember why he was in Halloween Town in the first place. The Darkside! Ah dang it, he'd spent way too much time just standing around. Think on the fly, defeat the Darkside and then figure out a way to make Saïx jump out of his skin (figuratively of course).


The fight was less then interesting. Attack its hands until it collapses, attack its head, dodge its shadow spheres, rinse and repeat. Demyx almost longed for a challenge. Almost. But ultimately, he'd prefer a nap or a nice session with his sitar over a stupid mission any day. After the Darkside finally exploded into blackness, Demyx's shoulders slumped and he sighed in relief. Now all that was left was to darktravel back to the castle, and he'd be done for the day.

Actually, he should probably fill out the form first. As Demyx scribbled his name onto the paper, using 'the darkness as his ink', as Xemnas put it (Demyx figured it was just some cheap trick that eliminate the threat of breaking pencils), a Wight Knight snuck up behind him. Trailing it's long, tendrils of arms across his back, Demyx screamed, throwing the paper at the heartless, realizing a second to late what he'd done.

The Wight Knight blinked as the paper floated harmlessly down in front of it. It was like a cat and the paper the feather at the end of the stick. And everyone knows what cats do to cat toys. Demyx could only watch in horror as the heartless slashed his form paper to ribbons. I can't let Saïx know about this! Uh, uh…. Erm… you know what, I don't even care anymore. This is getting way too complicated. I was supposed to kill the Darkside. I did. Why does Saïx need proof?

Demyx set his thoughts back on the task at hand: scaring Saïx.

"Wait a minute…" It was such a brilliant thought; Demyx had to say it out loud. "the Wight Knight!"


Number IX should've been back by now… Saïx thought angrily. The slacker was always goofing off during missions. Didn't he understand the importance of his task? Kingdom Hearts wouldn't create itself! They needed to keep the heartless under control so Roxas could collect their hearts.

Saïx sighed, turning around in his chair to get another sip of coffee. All of the sudden, the dreadful feeling of shadows licking at his back flew through Saïx like a flock of geese.

"HOLY-" Saïx screeched, knocking over his coffee as he spun around. A Wight Knight blinked back at him.

"NUMBER IX, I SWEAR TO KINGDOM HEARTS YOU ARE SO DEAD!"