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"I'm great except I'm bored. I don't if the boss has plans for us or not? I don't know what is going on?" he shrugged his shoulders.

Standing over the man, Demyx leaned down to touch him on the head. "I warned you not to touch a nobody. You seem weak and for all I know what ever and who ever is doing this to you seems to know what is going on." He grinned sinerestly and placed his sitar at Terra's neck. "Don't touch me again got it?"

Demyx appeared before Terra remembering the touch he received earlier. "Why did you do that? You should never touch a nobody. It could be the beginning of your downfall. Not cool what so ever," he warned for he knew he could play with Terra's mind and if he were to touch him again, he would make it so he couldn't.

(OOC: Man, this has got to be one of my most lengthy and vivid posts yet. It reveals Demyx's soul as a whole and it took a long time to conjure up.)

A new area was presented to the youth as he stood firm and eyes forward watching his boss's every move. He wasn't sure what was going to happen to him, but he knew he couldn't escape for there were no doors. Now of course if he had wanted to he could portal out seeing that would be his only means for escape if Xemnas were to do some unspeakable act that would lead to the water wielder's death. His gut instinct was telling him that was the last alternative, but for now he would face Xemnas and deal with what ever was in store for him that would keep him in this existence. Behind his hood, his eyes were slightly open not choosing to stare into those orange orbs of doom that sternly gazed at him. His hood, brought him the safetly to express his emotions even if they were fake or not. Concealing his visage in the darkness was how he could truly read others' without them reading him. He would wait till he calmed down and got control of his composure before exposing his everlasting fear that would sterotype him to be a coward and the one that couldn't handle the evident vital truth that would decide his unforunate outcome. For minutes, he remained still like a statue, transfixed with fear. His mouth was dry, no words would utter from them for his mind was blank and could not reason with the reality of what was happening. The melodious nocturne was in complete shock, denial, and numb from head to toe. Moving his fingers he wiggled them in order to get his cirruclation going and for his thoughts to come to him. Biting his lower lip, he could tell Xemnas was becoming impatient by the stern stare he cast down upon him as if he was on trial for his crimes that he was desperate to commit.

Taking a breath to calm himself down and control his unsettling nerves that were making him feel a tad quenzy, his mind was recalling of the events that had transfired this day and the individuals involved that made them possible. What did Xemnas want from him? Did he want to know everthing that had happened, but it was the Superior that had said to the others that he didn't want to hear the same thing over and over again. Well actually in reality, Demyx couldn't recall Xemnas's exact words, but he could tell by his boss's harsh tone and gestures that he didn't want to be bored of his version of the battle that took place. "What does he want me to say? I can barely speak as it is. This is so nerve wracking and it's making me feel sick," he stuck out his tongue and began to pant attempting to throw up, to get rid of the contents that had settled well in his stomach until now. Is this what it felt like to be human? He had forgotten, his life being transformed from a fateful occurance he could not recall except for bits and pieces of it brought on by the repeative peaceful playing of his sitar; the ultimate symbol of what his musical nature stood for. Swallowing the huge lump in his throat, the partically half digested meal of nuked stuff that was supposed to be a meal, returned to his churning stomach. Coughing a few times, he made a water bottle appear for himself as he snapped off the lid and drank the whole thing in matter of seconds to calm his nerves before tossing the bottle on the hard surface of the white ground. His ear's vibrated the hard plastic rattling on the smooth texture as it struck the interior of the wall. With the back of his right hand he rose it to his mouth and wiped the salvia around the edges of his lips. He was glad that no other member was in the room to see him in the state he was in now. Then again he may never see them again which was why he was so sincere when he had spoken what he thought would be his last words to Axel and Larxene.

Thinking of never seeing them again, brought a sad dispostion and made him cringe with anxiety of his words to them. "Axel can not do anything to save me now and I can't rely on him to get me out of everything. I have to face this on my own, but I can't get out of my head the look he gave me and those words he spoke as if he might never see me again," he gripped his head and shook it struggling with his thoughts. He didn't care what Xemnas was thinking of him right now. The last thing on his mind was to worry about what the boss was judging him to be. Sniffing a bit from being come over with emotions that were not supposed to be there, he thought of the words that he pondered over before writng them on the stationary that was the letter he had placed on Larxene's chest before his departure. Had she even read it or even opened it? These were answers he would hope to find out, but seriously doubted if he was to be gone from the organization and becoming nothing. The young nobody thought of himself as nothing, but a pathetic fool for attempting to express how he felt towards her. Why was she so difficult and what did she want from him? He had tried to impress her by acting like a bad ass in his own different enitity, the side he showed to that of his adversaries, the side he struck fear into the hearts of those he killed with pure exhileration, a sense of fun, and malice showing off his skills of combat that he rarely revealed. She had retailated in her own cruel way that he secretly admired for she was strong and did not take crap from anyone. Her youthful beauty was what attracted him to her firstly, for he observed her small petite form from a distance never saying anything to anyone. As long as no one knew he would be safe, but as time went by, his longing for her grew and he could no longer keep it secret though he couldn't just tell her to her face without getting some smart ass reply in return or a physical slap. He waited for the right opportunity to observe her to discover what kind of guy she was interested in. She was bad to the core and so was he when he chose to be and thus was why he revealed that he too had a tough and dangerous personaility one that he thought she would favor and see him in a whole new light. Alas that was not the case for instead of being attracted to his inner self, she took it as a huge threat and fought back, the claws finally coming out. And that didn't stop there. He had did the unthinkable of getting her drenched and nearly got killed for it not knowing that the water brought forth a painful memory to her. Demyx had messed up thinking his intentions were what she wanted and when he saw her lifting Axel out of the water with such determination and strength, he had wanted to assist her in anyway he could hoping to make up for his earlier assaults upon her. Besides seeing his best friend Axel in danger, Demyx hoped she would at least acknowledge him for his heroic deeds, but that to had failed.

Becoming upset with himself and not wanting to waste any more of his time, he swung back his hood exposing his face to the boss, his eyes a tinge of red in them from the tears that had gathered there earlier as he was lost in his thoughts of the past events. Pulling back his arms behind him, he held onto them knowing it was now or never. He was scarred to death inside realizing he was in fact alone with Xemnas the one who could easily end his life in a second and it arose to him that the longer he stalled the most liking his punishement would be harsher than it has been. Breathing in allowing his lungs to inhale the oxygen that barely escaped from his mouth, he opened it slightly forcing himself to speak the truth he had been wanting to say for so long. It was his time to try to put his fear aside and face up for what he did.
"Superior, I'm sorry for the long delay. I didn't know what to say to you. As you can probaly tell, I'm afraid of being here alone in this room not knowing what is going to happen, but I will do my best to tell you my reasons for what I commited," he paused taking another breath closing his eyes and then opening them not looking at Xemnas's face. " Ok... As you know I won't say anything about the battle since Axel, Marluxia and Larxene have told you over and over again of what happened and I doubt you would want to hear my version. So let me get to the part you want to know. I guess you want to know why I ran away right?" he placed his arms in front and held them down at his side while forming a small sheepish grin on his face. "Ok there are many reasons why I ran away. One thing is for certain was that I was in serious pain from you hurting me before and I didn't want to see you seeing me as being weak since you already think of me as that. I wanted to be strong and deal with the pain the best I could, but then I found out that the pain was getting unbearable and I felt the ocean would soothe my injuries," he rubbed his right arm feeling very nervous. "I thought you would of known that after I had passed out you would of forced me to see Vexen, but you didn't and I was glad that you didn't for maybe you were letting me handle matters on my own."

His guilty grin had now faded as he shifted his weight rocking on his heels for a few seconds before resting once more before getting to what he really wanted to say. His eyes told Xemnas that what he was about to blurt out without thinking of the consequences for that moment would be the turning point or the climax of this encounter. His eyelids closed, wishing he was somewhere else playing his sitar in pure content; perhaps in another life where he would be free from his pitiful existence of being with the organization. Dismissing that wish of absurditity, knowing Xemnas would never let him off the hook from Organization XIII's deep clutches that that ripped him of his entire soul, another idea came to him to express his explanation in song, but then he would of been blasted for his foolishness and not taking the situation seriously as it is. Demyx set his two hands together up to his chest and formed a diamond like shape with his fingers that shook nervously pleading for him to understand. "Boss, to tell you the truth you're to hard on me just because I will never understand your reasoning of the whole feeling issue."He froze wondering what the Superior's reaction would be to that. Tapping and fidgeting with his fingers in front of him, he sighed deeply knowing he had to say what he felt. "You don't care about my well being since we don't have hearts and felt I couldn't handle anymore cruel remarks from the other members, the disrespect from them, and the way they treat me just because I'm different," he placed his right hand on his chest. "It's not my fault I'm like this. You can blame the side I was before I became a nobody, my somebody is the one I speak of. I don't know if I can ever fit in here since I'm so different from all of you," he cast his eyes to the ground. "Besides I hate what we do and what is the whole point of it? How do we know taking other's hearts is the only way we will achieive our own? We could be going about this the wrong way boss," he glanced up wanting to see if Xemnas held any expression on his face. Demyx's expession and tone changed as his eyes were now narrow revealing his other side to the boss. "Ok I admit it. I enjoy striking fear into those who deserve it and I enjoy using the art of deception to fool those around me including those in the organization for I should be entitled to have some fun here. The point is boss I ran away because I was in pain, I couldn't stand being with the organization members especially on how I was treated and overall I wanted to get away from you since I want to surive and not live in fear of being destroyed by you or any of the other members," his right pointer finger was extended to Xemnas's face as the truth had come out. Dropping his arm, he closed his eyes again reverting back to the timid form of his self, his eyes wide with surprise that he had the courage to speak to him like that. Dropping to his knees after realizing what he had done, he remained motionless once more, tears running down his face as he fought hard to not let them fall. Quivering in fear his voice trembled as he spoke. "At least I didn't lie to you, but do with me what you will," he shut his eyes slightly waiting for what fate would become of of him, but kept his guard up in case he need to escape if it came to his life being in danger. In his mind he only thought of the three he ever thought highly of.

"Goodbye Axel, so long Larxene, and siornara Roxas. It's to bad I never got to know you guys the best I wanted. Hopefully you'll remember me for my best qualties for who and what I stood for. Good luck with everthing and I wish you three the best that life can offer you. I hope you get your hearts one day and don't forget me." One last tear shed down upon his cheek and splattered upon the ground as he formed his sitar with the bit of power he could muster and embraced it tightly against his lean and well toned physique preparing for the worst.

Vexen was so hard that I wanted to throw the controller at first. I was afraid of having to beat Ripliku again which was why Larxene was defeated the second time in one try. There was no save spot there.

"I'm up for that. I want to paint it black with blue, but the boss would get so mad if we did that. Who cares!" Demyx ran out of the room in search for some paint. Running down to the lower parts of the castle he found some paint cans and brushes on the shelves. "I found some Axel!" he disappeared with them and showed them to Axel. "What room shoud I start on?"

"Of course you are. I wouldn't doubt you for a minute Axel," he took his dishes to the sink and left them to soak in the suds. "So what do you think the boss is going to have us do today?" he grinned feeling a bit of a sugar high from the cereal.

Smoking will lead to a shorter life and then you will have regrets that can not be fixed. You can't turn back the clock, but you can prevent it from happening, but it's all up to you. I for one have never smoked and never will. I feel sorry for those that have, but some people have to learn about most things the hard way like my younger sister and brother.

Things are becoming to poltically correct and that's to put it nicely. No matter what someone is going to complain about something and then the government will try to control that too. We're becoming like robots being told what to do, what we can and can not say and how we should think. It's really pathtic and over the turn of the century we as a nation have let it happen.

Thanks Mike for all the updated information.

The holidays delay everything so I'm still waiting for mine. I should have it by Tuesday hopefully.

That would be weird, but confusing at first and would it fit the storyline? No I need to see more proof in order to believe it.

With a sudden twist of his body, Cloud frantically turned observing where he was at, his eyes retaining the surroundings of an area that he was not familar with. Out of no warning, Demyx had shoved him through a dark void that could of led him to no where in particular. "Where am I?" he saw nothing, but the darkness surrounding him preparing to take his heart and weaken him in more ways than one.

The sitarist had a notion that the warrior would question his methods for he knew what the dark corridors could do to humans if left alone wandering in and out of areas waiting to be picked off by the heartless or lower nobodies. "Don't worry for as long as you stay with me you'll be out of harm's way," he walked slowly making sure Cloud was at his side to keep an eye on him in case he were to bolt.

Cloud nodded for that was all he could do.He would not take a chance of doing anything foolish especially in unfamilar territory. "You still didn't answer my question. What is this place called?" the blonde warrior searched for any adversaries that would be on the look out for him. He was a walking target and this nobody could protect him. He was safe being in the company of one who walked these vast passages all the time.

Demyx made sure they were coming to another passage way before he spoke again. "We're in the Corridors of Darkness a place that no human should ever enter by himself or herself." His hand extended out in front of him as his fingers moved closer to the swirly darkness on the the other side. "What you'll see through here is where I'm really taking you," he seized Cloud by his hand once more and portaled through it. The blinding light caused him to squint his eyes as he entered Castle Oblivion, the second stronghold of the Organization. He decided to venture into an area where no human would be able to follow so he could speak with the young warrior in peace and solitude without any interruptions. "This is Castle Oblivion, a place where memories fade and come back in due time. As you pass through the doors, do not worry about losing your memories. You are with me and therefore will be protected from the curse I like to call it," he chuckled to himself. The musician entered the vast doors and made his way to the higher levels of the castle to a room where a crystal ball was centered in the room. " Now you're probaly wondering why I brought you all the way over here right? Well the funny thing I can't really talk to you when your friend Leon and the brat Sora is about now can I? This is an area where Leon won't be able to contact you since it's out of your worlds," he eyed the blue beeping of Cloud's wrist comlink with suspision.

"No nothing is coming through," Cloud starred at the surroundings with disbelief while he crossed his arms. "How did you know I wanted to speak to a nobody? What made you choose me over anyone that you could of seized in a second?" Cloud's mind was full of questions as he walked about looking at the interior design of the room. "Talk about no taste," he placed his hand to the wall and slid it down feeling the texture. "Everything is a tinge of white and floral," his left foot stepped forward followed by his right.

"No kidding. Marluxia was the so called Lord of the castle because my boss put him in charge. It was pathetic and Marluxia turned out to be a traitor along with Larxene, but that's another story. You may of never seen them, but I'm sure you have a record of them and their involvement here," he paused not wanting to confuse the warrior or get him off track, "so anyway I brought you here so I could talk to you about what I sensed from you. Us nobodies have a way of being able to read other memories and yours are tragic and full of resentment all because of a certain individual who had betrayed you long ago and became your sworn enemy who haunts you to this very day am I right?" he grinned shocking the older man who backed away a few steps. "Oh don't be scared, I'm not here to hurt you. I simply want to help you and maybe there is a way you can help me in return," Demyx sought the friendship of an ally of this level headed warrior whom held the qualties of one to aid him in his time of need. "You see, you are confused about everything that has happened to you and unlike me who doesn't have a heart, you're able to truly feel everything which gives you your strength and remarkable cunningness. You can't pretend that you have one and that's why I want to learn more about you and what causes these feelings you experience?" he walked closer to the crystal ball seeing if anyone else was present in the castle.

"So let me get this straight," Cloud analysed the situaton. "You brought me here to better understand my heart and you want to be friends with me? Why? Don't get me wrong for I would rather have friends over enemies anyday, but why me and not anyone else you have encountered?" Cloud wanted to know the true reasons behind his abduction.

Demyx blinked his eyes after starring at the crystal ball while Cloud was speaking to him. "I knew you would ask that," the water wielder tore his orbs away and turned to face Cloud. "You see the organization is all I know, but I need someone else outside of it to interact with and believe me I would defientely come in handy in dire situtaions. It's just most of the members treat me with no respect and they can't get along with me and they tease and put me down just because I believe that we do have hearts just not in physical form obviously, but I react to all these types of emotions that the boss tells me are fake." Demyx began to pace. "How do I ask that they are nothing, but phantoms if I experience them everyday? I'm like the black sheep so to speak and don't really fit in with the others and in matter of fact most members would like to see me gone." He stopped for a second and edged closer to the warrior. "I feel like an outcast and I just want someone else to talk to and someone I can relate to. The minute I saw you, I knew you were troubled and yet you deceive those around you and for a good reason for how they treat you after you risk your life everyday. It makes you bitter inside I bet. Well that's how it is for me in the organization and I just want one moment's peace from them. You know somewhere I go and have a friend I can talk to without being judged. I've longed for that for so long."

"I see what you're saying and by the look of everything you seem different from the rest. Sora did misjudge you when he defeated you, but you had no choice in the matter because of the fear of the organization looming around you. I know how that feels. You've convinced me and that's not an easy thing to do because I'm not very trusting over strangers," he set his weapon to the side of him letting the nobody know he didn't mean any harm. "Demyx I'd be honored to be a friend to you, but don't let Leon or Sora or anyone else know. I could be branded as a tratior to the town if they discovered where I was and who I was with," Cloud rose his head thinking of Leon in his mind.

"Great!" Demyx exclaimed jumping up and down for a few seconds. "Heh... Sorry I'm just excited that you accepted my offer. In return I will do what I can to help you, but I also have to watch my back even more because unlike your friend Leon, my boss is ruthless to those who go against his rules in anyway. Actually I don't think there is a rule of me being friends with you since you're not the enemy like Sora is," his right hand rested against his chin as he tried to remember the rules Xemnas set. "I'll worry about it later," he starred at the crystal ball once more. "I wonder if Axel has located Larxene yet?" he said outloud trying to get the orb to show him as Cloud watched it swirl about, his eyes full of wonder.

"Ok now he is not answering me for some reason," Demyx thought as he turned to leave. "Well it was nice to talking to you, but I must be going," he turned to leave.

(OOC: My mom had a wonderful birthday *TwilightNight* and thanks for the message.)

Clenching the bed tightly, he slid off it when he heard Xemnas beckon for him to come to him. Black emptyness of the void spread before him as he could feel the clenches of doom drawing closer with every small step he took. He could not back out now for Xemnas was right behind him making sure he was to going to enter the realm of no return. If he had a heart it would be thumping rapidly at a fast pace yet his body was trembling from head to to toe as he tried to hold his composure together. "What have I got myself into? How could this be happening to me? "he moved one step to the portal and inched his toe into it afraid of the portal sucking him in. Demyx turned his neck to the side and then looked back at the boss with a scared expression. If he dare stepped into that who knows what would happen to him? It was terrifying to discover the unknown and believe it to be the last breath of freedom he would take in. He could only imagine being stranded in the castle in the World That Never Was, locked in the dungeon for weeks, alone and shivering in the dark for his last reprieve. If it was not the dungeon sentence then it could be something worse such as complete utter humilation in front of the members at some unknown time. Tightning his hands, his azure orbs stared down at his gloved hands that in his mind that would be bound with powerful chains that his power could not break free from. A sting of a lash would come soon enough followed by Xemnas's dreaded powers as the whole organization would look on with disappointment and interest.

Switching back to reality and out of his imaginative nightmare that he hoped would not be his fate, a few breaths thrusted out of his throat followed by a deep swallow with nothing to slide down. Eyeing the room once more his windows to the open soul peered around at the silent group whom had not spoken for Xemnas meant what he said and would make good on his threat if one of them were to speak out of turn. Terror would rain down upon the violatator swifty like that of a monsoon. Catching his gaze at Marluxia, the ninth member kept his comments to himself disliking the graceful assassin by the minute. He had weaseled his way out of another predictment with his tongue that spoke so eloquently, but full of other intentions. The pink haired man could not be trusted especially from his late arrival to the meeting. Demyx thought of Marluxia as one that needed to be shut out from the rest since he preferred to be alone in his own domain and if only Xemnas would wise up and confront the flower dweller instead of leave him be with Larxene."I wish someone would knock him flat on his ass or throw him in a huge mud pit. That would ruin his femine physique," he glanced away not daring to stare at the nobody of nature anymore. Looking across from the room, he met the gaze of Axel who explained his reason earlier complete with insults brought on Marluxia who had referred to him as a flamer. If the boss was not present, Demyx knew Axel by his temperment would of engaged in battle with Marluxia and would have shown extreme bouts of violence followed with gore. He was like an executioner in the organization never pulling away from his obligation to take down the treacherous traitors that stood in his way. This scared the young nocturne for what if Xemnas were to order for the one nobody that he trusted to cause physical pain to him? He couldn't bare to see that happen. It would be devastating and tear him apart.

"Axel, do as the boss says. I don't want you to end up like me. Hopefully I'll see you back at the castle, but if I don't, I want you to know this. You were the best friend I ever had and I was honored for you to be my superior. Take care of Roxas and find out what Marluxia is up to. You must discover why Toxyn was here in the first place." Not able to look upon his superior Axel, the underling whipped his head to the side and cast his eyes to the ground not wanting the fire dancer to see him in this pathetic state he was in. He was so ashamed and wanted this whole ordeal to be over, that he accidently caught his sincere gaze upon the one he secretly admired from a far whom was snuggled on a bed awaiting to see what would happen.

She was to remain with Marluxia for now and the musician thought that this would be the last time he would ever see her. Biting his tongue, he coughed a few times before managing to speak in a forlorne tone. "You think of me as a waste of a nobody and I should of never been created for I'm nothing, but a nuissance to you. Well now you'll get your wish. I won't be there to bother you anymore not where I'm going. You won't ever have to worry about me again. I just wanted you to know that the letter that I wrote was how I felt about you," he paused to let his words sink in. "The letter was not a joke, but all I wanted was for you to see me for something more than just a waste of space taking up a place in the organization. Now I see that what I was doing was the impossible. I acted out of rage and fury as you do when I did attack you in the room because that's what I thought you wanted me to be, but now I see the truth and I'll leave it at that. I just wanted to be friends and maybe something could have come from that, but now I'll never know," he closed his eyes turning away as he starred of what was in front of him. Conceling his face with his hood, he paced slowly as if putting himself before the face of death, his hand stretched out behind as he took one last look at the room and the occupants that he left behind. "Boss, let's go before I change my mind," he felt his presence looming over him as the void began to close.

"Well at least Sora did as he was told," he looked at him run off in the distance as more hearts floated up to the sky. Sighing he knew Leon would back him up if need be for his plan was to make sure there was no confrontation between him and the nobody. He remembered what Sora said shorty before he left and he kept that in the back of his mind, but something was telling him to test the waters for he wanted to know the truth about what these nobodies were and what their intentions were. It was true that he was risking his very life, but that didn't faze him. It was now or never. "Now that Sora is gone to do what he does best you wouldn't mind talking to me about a few things right? I know why you're here for you say you wanted to get some food and that I don't blame you, but just know that the people of this town are on edge and are crazy," he sneered at some passing victims who gave Cloud a nasty look as they passed him. "Just ignore them," Cloud told himself not wanting to harm anything or anyone at the moment. "There has to be no distractions if this is going to work," his mind told him as he did come closer to the musician, but with caution.

Demyx tapped one foot and rested his weight on his other. The people running by were getting on his nerves and hearing Sora yell in the background was enough to make him want to battle the keyblade wielder, but he kept his composure as he was interested in Cloud's movements. Smiling he placed one hand in his hair and slid through his golden brunette locks around his forhead feeling his hair style as the evening wind swept through it. "Heh... You see you're easy to talk to and are different from the rest. If someone else saw a nobody he or she would want to engage in battle, but you Cloud are defintely smarter for you access the situation before charging into some unknown certainity. I can tell you don't enjoy fighting, but have to if you must. You also have your own mind and are not easily swayed by Sora, but Leon on the otherhand well that's a different matter," he placed his right hand on his hip and leaned toward as if pushing Leon's buttons for him to attack him.

"Take this for example if Leon was alone right here and now he would of attacked me by now and who knows what would of happened." He paused, swinging one arm out in front of him pointing at him. "But you know better than to do that since you're level headed and that could make you a threat to the rest of the organization." He brought his hand down and swayed it in the wind. "But not to me since I could careless about fighting. Let's just hope you don't meet the rest of the clan I'm with. They're not as understanding as I'am especially my boss. You may of heard Sora," he gazed at Roxas's somebody with malcontent, "mention about Xemnas the Superior of the Organization every now and then and it's true about us all being back, but personally I'm not a threat to you and would like to speak to you furthur," he walked up to the blonde warrior conjured up a dark void and shoved him to another location before having it disappear.

Looking forward to what you have to say in the rpg, Build Your Cages.

(OOC: I was depressed while thinking and typing this post, but that's how I think of Demyx of one view of him besides all carefree and silly. I mean the poor guy never gets a break and tries so hard to impress only to fail in the end. *hugs Demyx plusie tightly*) ^


Talking and uttering and nothing, but mindless words were going through Demyx's head for he only retained bits and parts of the information that were important. He did not need to hear Larxene explain herself to Xemnas to justify her means and it was pointless to argue now since he had heard what the Superior had ordered for no one to speak unless spoken to. This petty conversation was going no where and only prolonging the moment when the boss would come down on him with vengence. Honestly he didn't know if his body could take anything more than what it has been through. His pride had led him astray for not accepting Vexen's help when he was back at the castle, but the true reason was to show everyone that he didn't need it and that he could be strong and brave just like they were. He was learning to deal with excruicating pain and keep it to himself even though his brain was telling him to get medical attention fast before something serious occured.

"How long is this going to last? I can't stand it and now I have to listen to Marluxia spill his guts and pump himself up to make him look like he is the victim. I swear Larxene and him deserve each other at times," he tried to keep his eyes from shutting and remain unnoticable, but his body was telling him otherwise. KuaXa had did a number on him with his monster, Xeltic did have a blade at his throat and was holding him against his will and the lightning attack that Larxene had unleashed upon those monsters made him feel worse, for water was a conductor to electricity and he was feeling the after effects right now. It was a good thing that he was a nobody and had powers for if he was human he would be be in the hospital in the critcal care unit hanging on for dear life hours ago especially from the severe attack he received from Xemnas earlier in the day. Looking upon the hopeless situtation he seemed to be hulicinating and kept it to himself.

How much could one nobody take? Gazing at Axel across the room and taking one glance at Larxene, he wondered if they ever felt this threshold of pain he was experiencing and if they did how did they deal with it? Did they take some magic potion he didn't know about or were they so pumped up in a battle that they didn't take to pain right away? He starred at the ground feeling a tad dizzy for a minute or so as he mesmorized in his mind thinking of the what the organization meant to him. What was with the organization and all of it's strong and deadly fighters ready to rip anyone's heart out without thinking twice? What was with the onslaught of destroying lives and savoring every second of it? True, they needed hearts, but there had to be a different way? If one was to get a heart shouldn't one act like they deserve one and feel or imagine what it was like to have one? This was one sole factor that made the musician different from the rest. He did not enjoy fighting and did not have the thought of relishing seeing someone in pain for pure enjoyment unlike Axel and Larxene who loved to play with their victims before destroying them. The thought never occured to him. He simply battled because he was forced to out of obligation having no choice for it would mean his doom if he refused, but in the end and behind it all he was a emotionless deadly entity just like them and that was what he thought was why the organization kept him around for so long.

Slowly he raised his hands starring at how clenched they were at this moment before settling them in his lap after he sat down on the bed. At times, he hated his life being forced to fullfill certain duties that were against his morals fortunately he would do that was only nessessary to be satisfactory in Xemnas's eyes, but afterwards he would submerge himself in a world where no one could seize him. Playing his sitar and listening the chords vibrate each with its different sound gave him the energy and stamina to face another dreadful day and the members that tormented him in his body and to his face. Each one jeering with their cruel snide remarks, or degrading him as if he was a kid that needed guidance. He felt out of place in a world of cruelful villians never ceasing to end his suffering. All of them were selfish like he was, but his reason for being conceited was for a sense of relief of wanting to be away from all of the chaos and turmoil the members of the organization brought upon him. The sad truth was he just couldn't walk away. He would be seen as a traitor and hunted down for sure. He was a prisoner, a pathetic slave only kept around to do the bare minimum and be chatised afterwards for messing up something that was important. :(

The water wielder was now feeling weaker spiritually knowing the truth about himself, so vulnerable that he could break down and sob hysterically if he was human and if he had a heart. These fake emotions were ready to burst, but he kept them in check by forcing himself not show any weakness before the Superior, in front of Axel, in the prescense of Marluxia and be another laughing riot to Larxene. No matter what it took he had to be strong if he ever wanted respect. When it was his turn, he would try to explain, but doubted Xemnas would want to listen to his side so what was the point? He would make that decision soon enough. He would explain how he felt towards them and they would judge him as they always did. Demyx would rather speak his mind and explain his reasons rather than hide it any longer. They would soon know the painful truth.

Thanks I call it the year of the Demmy. *LOL*