New day, new prompt but thanks again to Ejes for her translation ! This time, the theme was Home and I just wanted to write about this ship so... It's not a ship really well known but I like their aesthetic and that theory. Other fans around ? I just love Demyx, he's such a cute little dork and we don't know that much about his past ! I try to imagine a little part of it, hope you will like it !

Tomorrow, the theme will be Night terrors, any idea ?

He was dragging his feet as he exited the corridor of darkness, as he always did when sent on a mission. He wasn't built for that, fights weren't his thing. Well, at least today, it was an observation mission, the perfect plan.

"Dont' make me lose my time, Demyx. If you don't involve yourself more, you know what fate you will be meeting. A life as a Dusk might be easier for you."

The number nine shivered, and kept walking.

It was a new world for him today, called Atlantica. He discovered with delight a beach with white sand, and an endless sea. The perfect world to rest. Demyx decided he would report that nothing particular happened, that all had been quiet. That way, he would make the most of his day, a nap on the warm sand seemed like the perfect option. A grin drawn on his face, he felt this day was suddenly turning much better.

Then, he heard the sound of the waves.

A strange sensation seized him. As if...He never felt that before, so he had no way to describe it. Demyx suddenly felt himself irremidiably drawn to the the sea. A sudden, imperious attraction he did nothing to restrain. He felt pain, but it wasn't physical. The number nine walked to the water, his element, and plunged his hand in it. It was cold, and yet something felt warm in his chest.

"It feels like... I remember..."

The Organization Nobodies usually remembered their past, but he was part of those who couldn't remember a thing. Still, the swell brought something back to him. Pictures, fragments of time... Feelings? No way. Nobodies had no heart, thus no feelings. Wondering what he should do, the young man sat on the sand, on the limit of the backswell, and summoned his citar. He quickly tuned it, and started playing, letting his instinct guide him.

A merman appeared in his mind, gracefully, swiftly swimming in the ocean. Around him, many fishes came closer with the current, not scared at all. A mermaid came, in a whirl of red hair. Her smile was as beautiful as she was, and Demyx enjoyed the brightness of her eyes. He knew her name. Ariel.

Pictures kept coming to his mind, happy memories of an underwater palace, his music matching the atmosphere. Demyx kind of had the sensation he knew what feeling felt like, because he sure felt something for that mermaid. She stirred something in him, and he wanted to see her again, to understand. Ariel must have the answers.

Ditching his instrument, he opened his closed eyes, and smiled. His mission took a whole different turn now. The number nine had found some hints about his past, and he did not intend to stop here. Getting back on his feet, Demyx walked to the sea, and stopped when the water reached his knees, staring intently at the horizon.

"So that's how it is... That feeling... I'm home."

Not caring about anything else, he dived.