"Blizzaga!" The boy cast before Demyx could react. The young man was on the ground, staring upwards at Zexion, who put his hand up, beginning another spell.
Wait a second.. Demyx's thoughts wandered. How did he-. Something hit him square in the head as he fell backwards. Larxene was barely on the other side of the room, as she started leaving before the two began conversing about the night. She pulled out her knives and threw one at Zexion, who dodged, then barely a second one as Larxene reached for more.
"I don't even want answers, psycho!" She grabbed at more and more, throwing many at a time. All that mattered to her was that Zexion just hurt Demyx. Zexion was trying to dodge, but eventually it became too fast for him. Falling on his back, an electrified knife right in his chest, he struggled to make words happen.
He had barely been awake more than an hour and here he was. Zexion saw the visions coming back to him. He tried to beg Larxene not to put him back in his hell, but she wasn't listening. She plunged a knife into his stomach, then again, and repeatedly. He gasped harder and faster, trying to signal to her that she was being too harsh. But she wasn't stopping. Then, she got hit in the back.
Demyx was standing over her, Sitar in hand with a grin on his face. He swung it at her again, swiping her right across the face, effectively causing her to faint. He reached out to Zexion, who cautiously grabbed his hand.
"Look, she's a bit on the psycho side. Also probably a tsundere. I wouldn't doubt that." He strummed a few notes and water carefully guided her upwards as she slowly regained consciousness. "And as for you, you need to be a little more careful, you coulda poked an eye out." Larxene snarled, but backed down quickly. After Demyx assured her that he was fine, she left to her quarters.
Demyx and Zexion shared a little talk, and it became apparent that Demyx had forgotten nearly everything from the nightmare. He forgot his real name, but kept a few personality traits from his old life. Adjusting his hair a bit, Demyx shared that he'd always wanted to be in a band, but never had the chance to. He had gotten into a fight one night at a pub, and that was the end of it.
"But the funny thing is, everything I saw in that world. It felt real, and I saw you, but it wasn't you, I don't think."
"It's okay, Demyx. I just want you to get some sleep."
The two retired to their rooms, as Zexion stared at his ceiling.
How much could he have possible seen, the boy wondered as he once more examined the etchings in the roof of his room. How much does he know, and what if he's not telling me everything he knows. Zexion tried to close his eyes as he watched the wall opposite him close in.