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Chapter 2: Downfall - Xigbar and Demyx

Vexen. Lexaeus. Zexion. Axel. Marluxia. Larxene.

Half of our Organization gone, and for what? An experiment? A chance at turning the Keyblade wielder to their will and desires?

Stupid.

Stupid to go, stupid to try, stupid to fail. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I'm just glad I wasn't assigned there. Not that I would have been; according to Xemnas' little lapdog, Oblivion was a chance to get rid of the meddlers. The ones who were just finding out too much.

Not me.

Ha, as if I would ever stick my neck out like that, finding things out. If it's gonna be a risk, I'd rather not know at all. Who cares, anyway? What Xemnas wants or what they're planning in those secret meetings they have ain't my business, and since it doesn't affect me, well, have secret meetings and codes and experiments all you want. I don't care.

Just don't let it affect me and mine.

Not that I've got much to worry about on that second count. Heh. Dem might be a bit of a naïve coward, but he's better at keeping his skin intact than any of us. And hey, cowardice is smart sometimes. He knows what he's doing...and what not to do.

Smart kid.

Just hoping that lapdog doesn't try to assign him to something he's not suited for. Meaning, anything with much fighting. Kid's a terrible fighter, doesn't know a thing about defence, always distracted...think he lets his Dancers do all the fighting for him in the field, but I'm still not sure. Haven't been on a mission with him yet, more's the pity. Could use some nice out and about time, find a new place to screw.

Ha, he'd kill me for saying that. Or try to, anyway; couldn't beat me if his life depended on it. Hope it doesn't. I like the kid, more than just as a bedmate.

And to hell with Xemnas' spiel about 'Nobodies don't have emotions'. Maybe I can't feel, but I sure as hell remember what it felt like to care about someone. Hadn't had cause to remember for a while, 'fore the kid came, but I do.

Demyx...he's a good kid. He doesn't deserve this half-life we've all got, not the way some of us do. But, hell, that's what we've got. At least he knows how to keep hold of it. Not gonna let himself die like the Oblivion crew, nossir.

Good kid, that one. He'll survive, as long as he doesn't get a suicide mission...

If only we could keep the rest of this hand-basket of daisies together long enough to complete Kingdom Hearts and get our lives back, he and I could have a good life. I'd like to know what it feels like, to love. I think I could.

Might as well wish for our hearts back direct, though. The way up top has been spending us, there's no way the rest of this Organization is gonna make it through intact. Maybe that's his plan, to spend us all out fighting that pipsqueak with the Keyblade until it's just him getting all the power. Wouldn't surprise me much. Xehanort always was that way, wanting all the power, the glory, the knowledge, all for himself.

If that's the case, I hope that Sora kid gives him what he's due. I'd hate to give up even this half-existence knowing that he was going to succeed by sacrificing the rest of us. That's not what a good leader does, is it? Still dunno why we all follow him. Guess it's just cause we're lost sheep, and he's the only one willing to take the initiative.

Whatever. Doesn't matter now. This group's seen its day and now we're falling apart. Won't be long now before we're all gone.

No matter. Wasn't expecting to hang around in this half-life long, in the first place. Hell, I expected to die long ago. Living on borrowed time now; won't matter much if we fade away. We weren't meant to exist, after all.

If only...

Well. Wishing never changed a thing, now did it? Take what you've got and all that. This life's dissolving, no way to change it.

I won't tell Demyx. For a Nobody, he's pretty upbeat, even hopeful. I don't want to ruin that for him. Let him think everything's gonna turn out fine; hell, maybe it will, and I'm just being my pessimistic old self. I doubt it, but...well, it won't hurt him to not know. Ignorance is a valuable thing. Like innocence. Can't worry about something you don't know about. Can't be hurt by it.

He doesn't have to know that we're falling apart. As long as he's happy, I'll settle. No point fighting too hard for a non-life.

Maybe we'll meet up in the next.