Pretending Emo's Aren't There
The next morning, Demyx woke up to a rough knock on his bedroom door. There was a muffled voice on the other side, he heard, as he slowly reached up to his closed eyes and rubbed them vigorously, attempting to get the sleepy stuff out of them. He yawned and sat up, holding his upper body up with propped arms.
"Yeah?" he questioned yawning once more. His voice was a mere whisper. He was half asleep still, and couldn't tell how soft he was speaking. There was a small silence. His drowsy mind told him that whatever the person wanted had been dealt with, and that they had left.
He heard a gentle, wispy sound as his head started to drop quickly back to his black pillow. He was too tired to notice the new presence of a friend in his room. The calm essence of his room was shattered as he felt two pieces of cold metal placed on the back of his head that prevented it from completing its previous mission. He heard the safety being taken off, the barrel of the guns cock, and opened his eyes immediately, and saw Xigbar standing above him, brandishing his beloved weapons and a grin.
He put up a serious front and instructed him on what he was to do. "I said, get your ass up. The Superior wants to have a word with you and a few other members concerning your little outburst yesterday, dude. You might want to hurry. He sent me twenty minutes ago. Do you have any idea how long it takes to stir you? Hell, I should call you 'Sleeping Beauty.'" He grinned once more at the end. He raised the guns away from Demyx, and let them fade away in his hands.
Demyx twisted around, still sitting, and laughed his laugh that would make anyone smile. "As long as you never put the moves on me, I have no problem with that!" he grinned as he jumped out of the single sized bed, showing off his soft muscles underneath the mandatory black wife beater for the male members of the Organization.
At first, he forgot what he was getting up for, then remembered. He stood up and looked to the opposite side of the room. He then took two long strides and reached the other side of the room, where he liked to lean his sitar on the wall -as he loved to gaze at it as he fell asleep- with his cloak hanging on the edge of one of the sharply shaped points at the top. He couldn't remember the last time he dispersed his weapon. He grabbed his coat and put it on, smiling at the warmth that it brought him.
Xigbar just chuckled to himself as he watched the nobody's antics. "You might want to save some of that fuzzy warm feeling till after the speech, dude. You're gunna need it." He laughed once more before summoning a dark portal, and leaving the blondes room.
Demyx stared at the spot where his fellow nobody departed, and cringed. 'This is going to be bad.'
"NUMBER NINE. Do you have an explanation for your absurd behavior?" Rang out the voice of the almighty Superior. He sat in the highest chair in their largest room, the meeting room, and loomed over the whole of it. His amber eyes narrowed in extreme irritation at the fact that he had to talk to Demyx about this. If Demyx had been getting on edge for no reason, than what would he have to expect when it came to giving him missions?
"Larxene thought it reasonable to contact me with the information of the 'disturbance' that she oversaw. After hearing her view of it, I certainly hope I will not be seeing this come time for your next mission unless it is directed towards your opponent. Give me a reason to let you go with a warning."
Demyx hadn't even been halfway to his chair when the question was thrown towards him. He backed up a few feet, then hesitated with his answer. Why would the superior care? It wasn't in his programming to show affection towards members of the Organization, so he wouldn't understand. Right? But still… it couldn't hurt to try.
"Well, you see, it started when Axel warped into my room-"he started but was interrupted by a voice. He turned slightly to his right, and saw the Flurry Of Dancing Flames drumming his gloved fingers against the armrest of the high rising chair, with a face that clearly stated that he was not amused.
"OH don't you dare! It started after I was there for a good twenty minutes! You just went all out on me-"
"Because you were being very rude-" Demyx interrupted him before he could say anything else. People had always pinned things down on him, and he was tired of it, even though this time it was true.
"Don't be such a hypocrite! This coming from the one who-"
"Because you said those things about-"
"The hell Superior? I just received news that I was supposed to have been here over an hour ago. Why did you not come get me when I did not show?"
Demyx's eyes, filled with anger, turned to surprise and instant discomfiture as he twisted around to see Zexion in the large doorway to the huge room.
"Zexion…" He breathed out.
"Because they are true, Nine." Rang the voice of the superior. Apparently he had not heard Zexion speak. After all, he did have a soft, meek voice.
Demyx turned around and gave the Superior an odd look. Had he just ignored Zexion? He had invited Zexion, and now he was ignoring him?
"What are true?" Came the voice of Zexion again. "I know this has something to do with me."
Demyx stared at Xemnas as he continued to ignore Zexion's remarks and questions. Now that was just plain rude! The second part of the list continued in his mind:
Pretending Emo's aren't there.
"Excuse me, Superior sir?" He huffed out, ready to yell if it be needed.
Xemnas stopped his rant about random outbursts and gazed at Demyx with a look that clearly said this was what he had just been talking about.
"You know, Zexion has been trying to get your attention…" He trailed off. He didn't want to make the Superior too mad.
Xemnas just blinked and looked at the sixth seat to his left. "I see no number six sitting and waiting.
"That's because I'm right below you… and XI is right. I came in about twenty minutes ago." Zexion looked pretty annoyed as he crossed his arms on his chest and tapped his foot.
Xemnas glanced at the younger nobody and looked back to Demyx saying, "Your point?"
This was the moment Axel decided to make an exit. He wasn't so sure that was the best thing to say to Demyx at this moment. Considering what happened the previous day, Demyx seemed to be touchy when it came to Zexion. He summoned a dark portal below his chair and jumped off his chair falling into it. He left with a, "Worlds of luck to ya Superior."
Demyx stared at the amber-eyed nobody with disbelief in his own eyes. His shoulders slumped and his mouth was slightly open. "You mean you are just going to ignore him? He's been asking questions for a long time! He has served under you, not just as a nobody, but also when he was a human with a heart! He shows complete dedication, practically gives you his life and you can't give him a few minutes? Some Superior you are!"
Xemnas' eye twitched as he bypassed the rant and only took notice that a subordinate of himself had been yelling at him. He gritted his teeth with a disgusted look. "You DARE speak to me like that?"
"You DARE ignore your most loyal subject like that?" Demyx yelled back.
Zexion stared at the Melodious Nocturne who had the darkest determination in his eyes. "I think he would talk to anyone that way right now…. I will just… go then and leave you two to… yell."
He turned to leave and managed to take a few steps before being grabbed roughly by his right shoulder and forcefully turned around. He looked into the angry eyes of his Superior who had promptly left his seat.
"Did you do anything to him? An illusion of sorts? Why is he defending you?"
Zexion took a chance and glanced at Demyx who had started walking forward with a face that made him look like he wanted to kill the Superior. "No… I do not know why…" he trailed off, his voice a soft whisper. "Demyx, don't. I'm fine." He continued when he saw Demyx about to pull the Superior away.
Demyx immediately stopped moving, bringing his hands to his side. "But-"
Zexion shook his head slightly and could tell Demyx understood, because he backed away.
"I will speak with him. Let me go and it will be dealt with."
Xemnas growled and a harsh whisper entered Zexion's ears. "Deal with it now." He let go and saw Demyx glaring at him from behind. He sneered at the young nobody, and warped away, leaving only Demyx and Zexion there.
" IX, why are-" He started but it seemed that Demyx was more determined to get his word in before him.
"Why do you put up with his shit, Zexion?!" Demyx interrupted. He was going to have the first word if he had to knock Zexion unconscious or not. Too many people ignore him when he has such simple questions, but he wasn't going to let another show him dominance. Instead of showing anger, he gave him a look of concern.
Zexion answered with silence. He started to turn and walk away, but was caught by Demyx's gloved hand and faced him again.
"Zex-"
"I don't know!" Even if he denied it ten times over, Zexion could not convince Demyx that he didn't care about the subject. "Now let me be." He roughly snatched his arm away and raised his arm, about to summon a Dark Portal.
Demyx stepped in front of him and blocked him from the appearing gateway. "No. Tell me why." His face couldn't have been more serious if he tried.
"Why? So you can laugh at me? You are already on my last nerve. I'm not sure you want to see me when it breaks." He brought the sneer up full force.
"That's a lie."
His expression faltered. How dare Demyx accuse him of lying? The nobody of a scientist?
"And?" Zexion stopped sneering and just looked distracted. "I do not need your inferior comments."
Demyx showed that he didn't believe it. "True," he looked down for a second, "But you still need someone to stick up for you."
Zexion sighed. Apparently he wasn't getting through to Demyx. "Do as you will," he raised his eyebrows in a manner that insinuated that he was scolding a child. "But keep me and my body from getting involved."
The serious face Demyx held immediately switched to one of absolute bliss. He nodded frantically while saying, "I won't disa-" He covered his own mouth and stopped smiling. "I'm sorry!" He had just got the permission to defend Zexion, and he had just blown it! Zexion was probably annoyed with him for real this time!
Zexion frowned at Demyx and summoned a portal behind himself stepping back into it, disappearing with another attempt to hide an expression. He thought Demyx didn't see it, just like the last time, but he did. Demyx was a good observer. Instead of a plain smile this time, it was a small smirk. Demyx was getting through to him.
Despite what Xigbar had said, he didn't need the feeling from before. The feeling he had now was warm enough! He was going to relieve Zexion from all the harassment he got from the other member's. Asking them to just leave him alone would not do anything to help him in his task.
With this in mind, Demyx watched the portal disappear and ran through the now open space before him, and out of the room into the white halls beyond. He headed to his room, the new headquarters for plan, Yell-At-Others'-Ignorance.
Ye-ah... I didn't like how this chapter turned out... so... there. I dedicate this chapter to Jacques! Cuz I lurve her and she keeps me going... though she may not know it. :
