"Sacrifice" and the general concept of "Sacrifice" is completely copyright Orin Drake 2006. All characters contained within and terms like "Organization XIII" are owned by Square-Enix and Disney.
Background: I had been wondering why Demyx would have been tossed out to the slaughter when he was... so I guess I asked Xemnas. grin You might need to have read Heart and Soul to understand the reference about the rain...
Sacrifice
by Orin Drake
Orders written by Xemnas' own hand, given over to Xigbar to deliver. The Superior was always pleased with his second's lack of desire to look at the cards... though it was of curiosity as to whether or not the man actually gave a damn where orders were concerned. So long as they all followed instructions, it likely didn't matter.
It was time for the boy to die. Number Nine was too dangerous, too unstable. Too... real.
That evening in the rain... Xemnas had been watching Nine and Eight together... that was what finally drove him to his decision. They looked like they were experiencing... emotion. That filthy tangle of impurities that would take his dream away from him. Perhaps when they had their hearts restored, they may be allowed to experience such things... but not at the expense of his Kingdom Hearts.
Nevermind the distant ache and burn that rolled through the interior of his chest when he watched them lay in the street. When he heard the musician sing for the first time, or when the firestarter had removed every barrier that separated their flesh... it came too close to making Xemnas feel poisoned. Polluted by whatever illusions the other two embraced.
He needed Eight to draw Sora in. And if Eight's only other anchor was removed... he would be all the more desperate to draw the Keyblade Master closer. Yes, that could do well.
And then there was the risk that came with allowing the Melodious Nocturne to live and infect others with his ridiculous notions. The boy was just too... alive. Too close to behaving as if he had a heart. And, simply... he was ripe for the sacrifice. It was a shame, really... he was amusing insofar as one without emotions could be amused. In a sad sort of way, perhaps.