Nineteen Days With Demyx

Day 3 - Demyx and the Facepaint


It was the day. The day to make Saïx miserable. Wait, wasn't that every day? Whatever. Well today was the super-torture Saïx day! And Demyx knew just the way to do it.

So you see, Twilight Town was holding its annual pre-Struggle festival, with rides and food and games galore. Demyx had been invited to help Axel and Roxas with their face-painting booth. He had eagerly agreed, knowing at some point or another he'd have to have a chance to humiliate Saïx, seeing as Axel had managed to persuade everyone in the Organization to get their faces painted. 'To be in the spirit of things', he had said.

Several of the other members had booths too. Xigbar had a ring toss booth so he could see children cry when they couldn't win (because it was obviously rigged). And Xaldin and Lexaeus ran the cotton candy booth. Everyone else was content to explore the fairgrounds and waste money on junk food, namely Xion, who was thrilled to be let on her own. Roxas was a bit angry because he had wanted to go with her.

Of course, keeping a low profile when you all wore identical black coats was a bit challenging, so Xemnas had agreed to let them go to the festival under the condition that they all wore casual clothing. So he had had Larxene take Xion to clothes shop, which again caused a jealous Roxas, mumbling something about Xion getting to do all the fun things. Demyx silently wondered why in the world anyone would have fun shopping. All you did was look at things; but hey, to each his own.

Anyways, Demyx, Axel and Roxas had arrived to the festival early to set up their booth, bringing along the necessary supplies and whatnot. Axel was mostly responsible for that, so Demyx remained unconcerned.

"Alright, let's get this thing set up!" Demyx shouted, alarming several passers-by. Axel was already starting to unpack the painting supplies, and had left the tent to Demyx. Unfortunately, Demyx had no clue whatsoever as to how to set up a tent.

"Erm... Roxas, buddy, help me out?" Roxas looked up at Demyx from his seat on the grass. He puffed out his cheeks stubbornly.

"Whenever we went on missions together, you made me do all the work. Now it's your turn." Roxas went back to brooding. Demyx sighed exasperatedly.

"Whatever. You can do this Dem, just… read the instructions." Demyx read over the instruction manual several times confusedly, wondering why the heck these things had to be so confusing. Like, what did that picture even mean? It looked like a drunken potato having a pool party with all his drunken potato-y friends. Surely they didn't want his to find a bunch of drunken potatoes and make them party so that the tent would magically set itself up! Potatoes couldn't even get drunk!

"Axeeeeeel… I can't do it." Demyx pouted. Axel looked over his shoulder and frowned at Demyx' progress, or in this case, lack thereof. He stopped what he was doing and made his way over to the bemused blond, sporting a painting smock over his newly bought clothes.

"Just follow the instructions." Axel deadpanned.

"But the instructions are confusing! What is that?" Demyx pointed to a stick-like object portrayed on the manual. Axel looked at him, wondering if he was joking, because surely no one could be this stupid.

"That's a tent peg. You use them to keep the tent from flying away." Axel pointed to an unopened bag of tent pegs lying in the grass next to the tent itself. Demyx looked at it blankly, then back at Axel, then back at the tent pegs.

"What do you want me to do…?" Demyx frowned in confusion, blinking at Axel.

"You know what, never mind. Just make sure Roxas doesn't run away." Demyx smiled and nodded like he hadn't just made himself to look like an idiot, and went over to sit next to Roxas.

"Hey Rox, what's up?" Roxas didn't look like he wanted to be bothered. All the more reason for Demyx to get him out of his comfort zone!

Having had his question ignored, Demyx scooted as close to Roxas as he could get without aggravating the blond, which was basically his intention anyways, but he'd prefer to come out of it alive.

"Come on~ Talk to me~" Demyx spent the next fifteen minutes irritating Roxas while Axel set everything up.


"Have a nice day." Axel shooed off another customer. He looked weird with his hair up. Roxas was still sulking.

"Ugh, when are they gunna be here?" Demyx sat lazily on a chair behind Axel, swinging his legs.

"Right about…" a group of oddly dressed weirdoes appeared from around the corner. "Now…" Axel laughed nervously.

"So much for low profile, geez. Larxene had no sense of fashion." Axel murmured good-naturedly, namely because his own outfit had been picked out by Xion, and thus wasn't a total disaster.

The Organization members reluctantly formed a line, expressions ranging from miserable to enthusiastic to indifferent.

First up was Xemnas, since he'd insisted that they stand in order of rank. He didn't look all that happy about it, but he let Axel do what he wanted with the facepaint. Demyx could hardly contain his laughter as an X-shaped scar was painted onto Xemnas' face. Of course, the silver-haired man had no idea what was happening, and somehow managed to miss Xigbar's snickers as he walked away. Saïx's eyes flashed a dangerous yellow from his place in line as Xemnas passed.

Xigbar got a nice Miku Hatsune chibi on his forehead, thanks to Axel's unhealthy obsession with Vocaloids, and Xigbar's currently equipped arrowguns, named Crime & Punishment.

Xaldin grumpily let Axel give him a moustache.

Vexen remained very indifferent as Axel made a cute little Xion on his nose.

Lexaeus got a little Davis and a Roxas plushie painted on his cheeks, Demyx 'aw'ed at that.

Zexion got bags painted under his eyes. He didn't seem to care. Demyx supposed he was used to Axel's shenanigans.

Saïx crossed his arms as Axel gave him vampire fangs, sitting very still.

Axel somehow managed to painted uber awesome flames all over his face without a mirror. And gave Demyx matching water patterns on his face.

Luxord got a little deck of cards painted across the bridge of his nose and cheeks.

Marluxia was apparently allergic to acrylic paint. So he managed to get out of the facepaint fiasco. It crossed Demyx's mind that maybe acrylic paint might not be the best paint for human skin, but whatever.

Larxene had to be held down as Axel painted flowers on her face. Marluxia pouted.

Only when it was Roxas' turn did they notice he was gone.


"Roxas, Roxas win me that big puppy!" Xion squealed, pointing to a ring toss game with a suspiciously familiar looking man behind the counter.

"Okay." Roxas paid the man fifty munny for five rings and somehow managed to miss all five. The man behind the counter shrugged.

"Better luck next time kid." Xion frowned in annoyance.

"Geez Roxas you suck at carnival games." She chirped. Roxas crossed his arms.


Xigbar laughed evilly as he counted all the money he had taken from oblivious children.