2-24-09: A/N edited to clear up confusion.
i'm back, off my lazy ass and writing again.
kind of.
we should celebrate regardless.
(dedicated to everyone who wanted me to write the next chapter (those, like, 6 of you.) ;])
WARNINGS:
blood and creepy Demyx-ness and time-ish screw-i-ness and organization confused-ness.
enjoy.
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The water ran in rivulets down his upturned face, sliding slowly over the dark eyelashes and high cheekbones, stopping to pool in the hollow of his throat, the raindrops caressing his golden skin tenderly. He always felt so at peace in the rain, but whether because of his powers or if it was just the way he was, he didn't know.
He didn't really care either.
A sudden shout echoed in his ears, as if it came from inside his head.
"Demyx!"
It probably did, but he didn't really care about that either.
"Demyx!"
He heard it again, but this time it came from the outside, a revelation that startled him.
'Why would someone be calling me?' he thought in surprise, trying in vain to locate the source of the voice.
However, he needn't look long, because out of the corner of his eye he saw a bubble.
A bubble that was very familiar...
"Alice!" He cried delightfully, immediately grabbing the floating object lightly out of mid air, setting it delicately atop the nearest bush and peering into it, his aqua eyes magnified to humorous sizes.
His exclamation was quickly replied to with an anxious, "Oh Demyx, I'm so sorry to bother you, but something dreadful is happening in Wonderland!"
The Nocturne cocked his head to the side contemplatively; water logged dirty blonde hair falling into his eyes as he narrowed them in thought.
"Oh dear, no need to apologize. What seems to be the issue?"
"I'm afraid it's the Queen…" the young girl sighed and shook her head slowly, as if disappointed. "She's gone on a rampage, yelling 'Off with their head!' at everything in sight… it would be quite amusing if not for the fact that I'm afraid she's going to catch me and order MY head to be cut off, and that would be most distressing, what with my not having a head and all."
Demyx couldn't help but snort in amusement.
"I don't know, the Cheshire Cat seems to handle it just fine."
Alice laughed lightly, a melodious sound that caused the small bubble to quiver.
"True, but that Cat doesn't follow the laws of physics, so I'm quite skeptical as to whether he counts in this situation, or ANY situation, in fact..."
The two chuckled together, until a sudden garbled sound came from Alice's end of the bubble, and she glanced guiltily behind her, eyes wide with fear.
"Oh deary me, it's the Queen…"
The Nocturne looked at the younger in surprise, but then a smirk slid across his face, looking very out of place as opposed to his usually carefree expression.
"Alright Alice, I'll be there in a few minutes, okay? Just don't get hurt and I'll take care of it."
And with that, the mulleted boy vanished into a portal and left the garden empty, rain falling immediately to the ground, not stopped by a tall, blonde, lanky, golden skinned sitar player.
On the other side of the bubble, the aforementioned aqua eyed male appeared not even a second after he said he'd be there.
A gasp of surprise and a scream of pain were heard consecutively following his arrival, and then a splash of blood hit the bubble and it popped, the soap suds falling unnoticed to the ground, disguised in the rain.
Although it was not unusual to see splashes of red and black human and Heartless blood on the floor after someone came back from a mission, it was a little unnerving to see so much of it, and especially in such an abstract pattern. It almost looked as though it was supposed to say something…
A sudden whistling from down the hall brings everyone's attention to the doorway, where a red mass moves past, dripping the sticky substance on to the floor with a slow, morbid "SPLAT" as the drops hit the spotless white floor.
The figure slowly meanders past the door to the gathering of Nobodies, whistling jovially as it does so, but as soon as it is out of sight, the whistling stops just as suddenly as the dripping sound did.
A silence ensues, which is harshly cut by the startling sound of what seems like scratching on the wall right next to the outside of the room. The whistling and dripping have started up again, but this time the whistling is punctuated by words that make everyone in the room stare with disbelief.
"The witch is dead…" Scratching. "The witch is dead…" More scratching. "The wicked witch…" More, frantic scratching. "The wicked witch is deadd~!" The last word is accentuated with a sharp stab to the wall and a snarling sound that echoed through the halls viciously.
"Or perhaps I should say Queen…?" The sigh that accompanies this question is soft and dreamy, a sigh that is easily recognizable at the worst of times. It is often heard around the castle, followed quickly by a laugh or a note that reverberates from a certain water bearer's sitar.
Out in the hall with said sitar playing water bearer, he is having a crisis. Laughter is bubbling rapidly in his chest, and he knows he won't be able to hold it in for long, but to laugh now would be totally ruining the entire image he's set up.
To keep from laughing too early, he examines the drawing on the wall, adding slight touch ups here and there as he sees fit, before he steps back slowly and sighs again, the sound stemming the flow of chuckles that are about to burst from him in large amounts.
On the wall is a picture that so perfectly depicts the actions that took place in Wonderland that Demyx is foolishly proud of himself for a few moments, until he realizes that the other Organization members are probably wondering what he's up to outside of the meeting room.
With a skip and a hop, he tromps past the doorway again, this time stopping and leaning against the frame, a deadly smirk fixed firmly on his tanned, beautiful face.
"Good evening fellow organization members! May I inquire as to the reasoning for this gathering that I was allegedly not invited to?"
The silence following this inquiry is deathly terse and no one moves, besides the continuous drip of the blood falling off of the grinning Nocturne, the sticky fluid hitting the ground in morbidly slow motion.
"Why, I'm hurt!" Demyx cries suddenly, flinging himself into the wall with a splat, putting the back of his head to his forehead and sobbing dramatically, "First, you have a party without me, and then, when I catch you, you don't even have the nerve to tell me why you had one?! Dear god!"
With a squelch, he slides down the wall slowly, the resounding noise being a mixture of a squeal and screech, much like wet nails on a chalkboard.
He hits the sparkling white ground wetly and then falls to a crumpled heap, his shoulders shaking as he buries his head in his hands, blood drenched Mohawk falling precariously to one side as he shudders on the floor.
The other members can do nothing but stare at the quivering mass of blonde nobody that is curled up on the tile, when their attention is abruptly directed elsewhere.
Laughter suddenly explodes from the other side of the hall, and this seems to set off a chain reaction.
Cackling is coming from all corners of all the rooms in the whole castle, echoing and bouncing about from wall to wall and ceiling to floor. It seems to be freezing time, restricting movement, ceasing thought patterns…
With a deep, malicious chuckle, Demyx rises from the floor slowly and steadily, and then advances towards the group inside the room, eyes glowing brightly in the slowly darkening room.
As soon as he's inside, he calmly and leisurely begins shutting the door and the lights blink for a few seconds before dying, dousing the room in pure darkness.
He peeks his head around the rapidly closing door, and then grins a real smile, and seals the door completely.
The hall is silent.
Beside the door, on the wall, is the picture Demyx drew.
It's the Queen of Wonderland.
Was, the Queen of Wonderland.
What's left of her face is drawn in a morbid expression of horror and fright, and standing above her, completely spotless and standing on blood soaked lawn, is Demyx.
Smiling.
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i'm sorry if it didn't meet up to your expectations, it's a little different than the last two, i know, but it'll get better.
review plx?