Nineteen Days With Demyx

Day 2 – Demyx Gets a Song Stuck in his Head


Demyx frowned, glaring at the hospital remote that refused to work. Yes; hospital remote. Demyx was currently residing in 'The Hospital That Never Was', recovering from some huge bruises, broken ribs and a gash to the head. Demyx knew he shouldn't have had sent that Wight Knight in the morning; after all, as he had stated earlier, Saïx was nasty when he didn't get his coffee (or when he spilled it all over his lap).

"Number IX." Marluxia greeted, giving a small bow of mock respect before entering Demyx' hospital room. He eyed Demyx' struggle with the remote.

"Having trouble?" He asked. Unfortunately for him, Demyx was smart enough to know Marluxia didn't just do people favors. He gave the scythe-wielder a look.

"I'm fine." Demyx answered simply. He narrowed his blue-green eyes suspiciously. He'd bet his pet turtle Davis that Marluxia was up to no good. Speaking of Davis…

"Actually… would you mind taking care of Davis while I'm stuck here? Who knows how long he'll be without food or fresh water in his tank?!" Demyx frowned pitifully.

"Davis? Isn't that your pet rock?" Marluxia scratched his head in confusion.

Demyx scowled.

"NO! That's Jared, and he doesn't have a tank, he has a hamster cage! Geez, it's like you don't even know me or something Marly! I thought we were friends!" Marluxia was taken aback.

"What's your definition of 'friend'?" Marluxia laughed nervously. Demyx put his hands on his hips, still clutching the remote.

"Something you AREN'T! I'm so disappointed in you Marly!" Demyx pouted in the kind of way that said 'I'm done talking to you, get out'. Marluxia just looked at him with a blank expression, opened the door, and left.

"Finally, I thought he'd never leave." Demyx relaxed his shoulders and continued to jam in the buttons on the remote. After a few more minutes, Demyx gave up and threw the remote across the room. It hit the wall with a thud.

"Stupid remote." He muttered. Suddenly the TV flashed on, showing a stupid kids channel. Demyx stared at the remote as though he might be able to get it to telekinetically fly into his hand. He groaned as the Little Mermaid turned on, looking down at the remote on the other side of the room miserably. He couldn't get out of bed, so he couldn't turn this stupid thing off, or change the channel. Even if he did have the remote, it seemed too stubborn to actually work when he tried to use it.

And so he was stuck in the hospital bed for three hours straight while the Little Mermaid played, not to mention the twenty-something spin-off cartoons that played after it.


After a suffocating fourteen hours after he checked in, Demyx was released from the hospital. Leaving Davis with Lexaeus, as he obviously couldn't trust Marluxia, he was currently cleaning out Davis' tank in the kitchen sink.

"Hmmm –hmm-hmm poor unfortunate souls-" Demyx hummed and muttered while he scrubbed algae from the sides of the turtle's tank. "Hmm-hmmmmm-hmm… hmm- GOSH DANG IT I CAN'T STOP HUMMING!" Demyx tried and failed several times to stopped humming or thinking about the song.

"Argh… stupid Saïx! If he hadn't beat me senseless I wouldn't have had this stupid tune in my head!" He grit his teeth.

"Number IX." Saïx had a trance of a smirk in his voice as he entered the kitchen.

"Grrr… how could you condemn me to this- this fate worse than death! Forever having to hum the same song over and over!" Demyx was ready to pull his hair out and dang it song GET OUT OF HIS HEAD!

Saïx didn't show an expression as he walked away, ignoring Demyx, but Demyx was sure he was evilly laughing on the inside.

'Bwahahahaha I am the evil Count Scarface and I will suck your blood evilly and subject you to tortures beyond the limits of your imagination!' the evil Saïx laughed evilly in Demyx's head. Evilly.

Demyx groaned and threw down the washcloth as he finished Davis' cage. He silently trekked back to his room, heavy with the resonating sound of Ursula's crabby voice as she sang in his mind. He popped the tank back on his dresser, filled with fresh water and made his way to Lexaeus' room. What he found was… disturbing to say the least.

Lexaeus was lying on his stomach, playing Monopoly with Davis. He seemed to be losing. It seemed that a stuffed Roxas doll, assumedly borrowed from Axel, with playing Banker. After his roll, Lexaeus moved his silver dog statue five spaces, cursing when he landed on what Demyx assumed must have been one of Davis' spaces.

"How did you get both Boardwalk and Park Place so quick?" Lexaeus asked Davis. Davis just looked at him with his beady little eyes. It took a full minute for Lexaeus to notice Demyx standing there and staring at him wide eyed. Clearing his throat, Lexaeus gathered Davis in his hands and handed him to Demyx.

"Here is your turtle… number IX…" Lexaeus muttered, closing the door behind Demyx, who was still mortified.

"Scarred for life…" Demyx murmured as he slowly backed away from the door. He ran the rest of the way back to his room.

"Davis, we're safe and-" Demyx stopped dead. Everything was quiet. Everything was quiet.

"IT'S GONE!" Demyx whooped for joy, sticking a fist in the air.


Outside, Saïx silently cursed Lexaeus for being so scary and sanity-destroying that it foiled his brilliant plan…