The laugh sent shivers down his spine. "That's creepy," he cringed thinking Xemnas was watching him.
"Uh boss?" he saw Xemnas disappear to who knows where. "Like I'm going to fight him," he laughed to himself keeping his eyes on Riku. "Oh great," he waited to see if any other organization members would show up since Demyx hated to fight and did not want to. He only would if he had no choice, but for the meantime he kept his distance from Riku observing him from a distance as he portalled to a heigher destination in the same area.
Xeltic was one abusive and rough fighter who stopped at nothing, but to force Larxene to bring out her potential. Demyx knew she was tired and had not rested much from the events that happened earlier and he was one to blame even though in his mind what he felt was justified for his own reasons not hoping to inflict personal harm, but in reality he had. One of the last things he wanted was to see their enemy attacking other members of the organization just out of spite and boredom. This was why he hated battles. The nocturne just did not get any thrill of exhilaration of combat unless it was for fun and worked out to his advantage. What was the whole point of strutting around showing your skills and working your anger out? Xemnas had told him numerous times, that he had no feelings then why was Larxene battling it out with Xeltic when she was clearly pissed off? Anger was a feeling, a form of expression along with pride, ego, and determination. How could Xemnas continue to deny that? When Demyx had attacked Larxene in her room reverting to his other side, he was clearly hurt and mad for he was showing her that he wasn't weak and that his pride was on the line which was the expression of what he thought of himself and what others thought of him. Sorrow, regret and guilt were other feelings he experienced during the day so was he and the other organization members continuing to lie to themselves about having these thoughts and putting forth the actions that respresented their thoughts? He would never know the true answer, doomed to hear Xemnas repeat himself for enternity of the same thing. It was very typical, part of the weekly routine that would never end. Out of pure boredom and wishing this day would end all ready, his senses snapped him out of his rut as he starred upon his superior who was now present. Yep, his instincts had proven to be true again for he knew that Axel could not resist coming to a challenge and involving himself in it in some way. Usually it would be Axel to push Larxene aside and handle Xeltic on his own, for the nocturne knew Axel's pride and ego meant everything to him. He would not allow someone weaker than him to attack relentlessly when he had the clear advantage to. It was boggling to the musician's mind that Axel had chosen to let Larxene finish this fight by herself and it was even more strange when he did hold Xioimara against her will when she took the situtation into her own hands to stop anymore carnage and yet she didn't get any flack for it. Demyx was thinking about interfering, but what good would that of done if he was expected to fight and without his weapon? All because of his tirade and emotional pitiful display that he threw on Xemnas. He cursed himself for his actions, and cursed Xemnas for taking away the very weapon he could use to assist or intervene if he had to. Now he really felt of what kind of purpose he had to serve the organization since he couldn't battle at his best? His actions would be in vain, taking the fall once more adding another mark of a failure to his long list. His situation seemed hopeless, even if he had not fought and attempted to hold Larxene back against her assault on Xeltic, she would abhore him even more and there would go any signs of trust and forgiveness out the window. All of this drama with her and the reduntant battles and gestures of pride were to much to handle and he wondered why on earth did he even put himself into his situtaitons? Was it for these strange notions of phantom thoughts that tricked him in the long run? Was it out of fear for not interfering that one of the members may report to the Superior for not helping a comrade in need? Or was it that he was to naive and wanted pure peace and companionship among certain members of the organization he respected? It was overwelming, confusing and yet here he remained watching all of the events fold out, shaking his head of Larxene's stubborness and Xioimara's fiestyness trying to reconcile and involve herself over something so pointless. Axel was obviously waiting to be answered for he did call out to him while the musican was lost in his thoughts once again and not to act as if he was being rude, he turned to him with a bored expression ridiculing the fire wielder for thinking he would be so dumb to intervene without his weapon. "Is that what you think of me? You would think I would try to stop this pointless fight over pride in the situation I'm in? You have to give me more credit then that Axel. I know what the b*****d Xeltic can do. If you recall he's the same guy that did have his blade at my throat catching me off my guard," he turned away disgusted the spiky red haired youth would think so low of him as if he was sheep ready to be slaughered having no means to protect himself. "Besides we all would be here longer dealing with this ass and not to mention some other members have pride issues and don't want any help," he glared at the flurry of dancing flames. Demyx let Axel think over his words as he remained quiet until he heard the insults of Xeltic. In his mind, he kept the notions of attacking him at another time when he had his weapon back, but he sure hoped Axel would ignore him and not lose his temper knowing his pride was being attacked. He was hoping for a miracle from the recent actions of Axel in the past, the red head was not one to be talked down or messed with. "What he does is his own business and I can't help him anyway because of the f****** boss taking my sitar away from me," he grumbled to himself crossing his arms defiantly. "I got to worry about getting that back, but I don't know how?" he looked down at the ground, but suddendly his head jerked up when Larxene was taken against her will by the creep Xeltic and had portaled to some unknown location. This act changed everything and now the enemy had one of their own members. Demyx made up his mind relunctly to seek out Xemnas and let him know that Larxene had been taken and that he needed his weapon back in case the enemy were to attack them relentlessly. Conjuring up a void, he vanished not letting anyone know where he was going as he sensed his boss's auroa. Xemnas had sealed off the area he was at clearly not wanting to speak to anyone. "Great, now what am I going to do?" he sat down on the ground with his hands on his head. He would have to wait for Larxene to return hopefully before he could explain himself to her and everything that was on his mind that he wanted to express. "So much for being her partner. I can't even save her without my weapon. I have to find my sitar with or without the boss's consent for it's matter of our surival if we're to battle this unknown organization and clearly I can't fight to my potential without it. Damn you Xeltic. Damn you boss," he stood up and began walking around the castle wondering how he should go about finding a solution to his problems.
Demyx continued to look at Riku with an odd expression. "Did he have to turn into Ansem? He may be consumed by darkness, but at least he could do was retain his form. I guess I'll never understand all of this boss," he crossed his arms looking a tad up at him.
"I think we need to go to the store?" he looked at the items in the cupboard and frowned from not finding anything good at all. "I'll go if no one else wants to, but I'll need money."
Cloud's back had hit the wall causing him to let out gasp of pain. Leon had literally shoved him and the pain was going through his system at record speed. "Next time don't shove me into something hard," he complained softly. He wondered why there was a nobody present and his gut instinct told him to remain quiet as possible. Demyx looked to the left and then to the right spotting the fewer number of dancers. "This is just great. I can't find that jerk Axel, my dancers are dwindling out on me and no other member has been heard or spotted. Who knows where the rest of them are?" he began to pace back and forth growing frusterated of the situtation. His eyes shifted to the mansion for the felt the presences of two humans eying him from a distance. Grinning devilisly, his mood changed as he slowly crept towards them. "You two can come out. I know why you're here. Don't think I didn't see you both spying on me, but the question is why?" he seized them both by their shirts following by letting go after he drug them out from their hiding place. "Oh come on. I'm not going to hurt you unless you mean me harm."
"Boss, is there anything I can to assist you? I didn't want to interfere since I knew you could handle the weakling all on your own," Demyx replied to Xemnas while facing him.
"Oh I do I do. I can't remember the last time we had a party. It's been awhile. Are we going to have a theme or is it going to simple or a big blow out? Personally I would want a big blowout with lots of different kind of foods, a variety of music, a dance floor and lots of people," he grinned becoming overally excited.
"Geez that Riku guy doesn't know when to quit," Demyx left Terra alone and followed in pursuit of his boss. He wanted to explain what he was doing that caused his boss to question him. He appeared on top of the Memory's Skyscraper and looked at the new apperance of Riku. "Damn you're ugly," he told Riku as he stood in front of Xemnas. "So why does he he look like your heartless boss? And if you are wondering why I had my sitar close to Terra's neck it's because he touched me when I was about to leave. He literally grabbed my shoulder. Strange isn't? Next time I'll make it where no mortal can touch me."
Once he had cleaned up, he was about to take a quick relaxing bath when he noticed that Larxene had not answered him back. "That's odd. Normally she'll snap at me," he walked out of his bathroom and saw the traces of the portal he had conjured up disapating. She was not present and this was unlike her. Last he had remembered he was leading the way, but something must of happened. He must of forgot to close the portal with all the commotion that had happened earlier. Sighing, he quickly zipped up his cloak covering his wounds and sent forth another void back to his previous location. Stepping out of it, he witnessed her in battle once again and he shook his head not believing how stubborn and narrow minded she was. She looked like she had the advantage, but Xeltic was not toying with her either. Why did she have to go ahead and let her temper get the best of her? Couldn't she of just ignored the pest who had insulted him calling him a kid? Demyx was used to being put down and let the fool believe that he was a wuss and weak. Xeltic would be like everyone else, caught and unprepared when the nocturne would reveal his true colors, and remove the facade he so often protrayed decieving others in his wake. This was just another victim to underestimate him who would fall by the way side hopefully. Standing there feeling bored he continued to observe the fight, yawning every so often. Xeltic was becoming a nuissance and Larxene could handle things on her own. She didn't need his help and nor would he attempt to fight weaponless? The most he could was send forth his element if things got out of hand and drown everyone, but it would hardly have any control since his weapon was what tamed and directed it's fury. Without it, it was like that of nature unpredictable, with different outcomes in the end. No, he wouldn't risk letting his power be shown without having full control over it first. He would not make the same mistake like that of the room he was taken to by Xemnas. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he knew this fight would go on and on and on. Deciding that he would not waste his time, he decided to let his voice be heard hoping she would end it. "Larxene, you can't just ignore that freak could ya? Someone else has always got to tick you off and then you go ahead and push yourself to the brink not knowing your own limitations. Just end it already. He's not worth your time or mine. We were going to talk remember? I don't want Marluxia coming here if you're in serious trouble like last time? This is getting redundant so kick his ass already. We have things to do," he crossed his arms trying not to yawn a second time as his eyes kept focus on the battle.
Cloud shook his head thinking to himself at what a bunch of idiots he was witnessing as his eyes moved slowly at the images that were displayed on the crystal ball. He had to admit that this magical object did come in handy for anyone could keep an eye on anyone's location. That would definetely come in handy in tough circumstances. "So the one called Larxene is getting herself drunk it seems and the other one called Axel is starring at the hordes of people watching the fire eater. How can anyone find that entertaining? That world that they are in must be one crazy party town. I would hate to live there . I haven't seen any structure or order what so ever." The more he starred, the more he became disgusted with how the people presented themselves with no class, no regard for their actions and defintely no manners of any sort. Demyx chuckled savoring every moment. "Yeah who would think that Larxene would go and waste herself like that? I expected it from Axel since I've seen him drink every now and then in the past or maybe that was someone else, but anyway I just find it amusing to see Larxene hit the bottle? Boy would she and Axel be so pissed off even they knew I was watching their every move? It's hilarious actually to see these so called aggressive fighters actually live it up and have fun like I would. Maybe alcohol is the only way to make them lose their touch on reality? Maybe they will both be able to relate to what fun is and how I live my life by it? Maybe they will be more relaxed in the future?" he pondered these ideas as he kept his hand on his hip. Cloud shifted his weight once more not wanting his feet to get tired from standing for so long. Uncrossing his arms, he held them down by his side and looked away at the maniacs gobbling their food as if it was their last meal. "I'm disgusted by this," he grimaced when he saw the people tossing their trash on the ground. "Ever heard of a trash can? I bet thier town stinks like garbage and rotting corpses." He looked down at his watch indictor light and noticed it was flashing signaling for a call that had gone through. Out of no where he spoke what was on his mind at the moment. "Leon has located me. He will most likely be here soon. He's not going to accept our agreement without relunctance." Demyx turned his head to the side, his attention focused on Cloud. "Let him come. If you say you can trust him then he will understand for your sake. I don't want any trouble with him, but if he attacks me well then that's a different story, but I doubt he wouldn't be foolish to do that," he turned his attention back to the crystal ball. "Man it has to be dark by now? I wonder how long Xemnas is going to give Axel to bring her back? My boss is not a nobody that likes to wait. When he want his way he'll get it through words and by force. He'll soon grow impatient and summon me forth, but hopefully by then Leon will come and take you back to your home. We'll just have to wait and see what happens before I decide what to do," he shrugged his shoulders.
(OOC: I edited it for the post to make more sense. I didn't see fire mage's post right away and I wanted it to coinside with everything.) "Uh huh... Right... What ever you say." he nodded his head humoring her and savored the scared expression on her face knowing he had caught her in a weak moment which was very unlikely. "Man do I have the worst timing," Demyx told himself as he was leaning against the door, his hand recently on the handle. He had not expected to see Larxene in her black sports bra and Marluxia with his chest exposed. For as the nocturne knew, it was forbidden to show skin except what was allowed for maybe it would cause one to think differently and was highly inappropriate. Still, his azure orbs had seen another view of her and he was very impressed at what he saw. She was well portioned, lean with toned muscle not as much as a male would have because of the different anatomy, but she clearly was in good shape. He caught himself not to stare directly at her breasts for to long, but it very typical for any guy to so. When he glanced for nearly thirty seconds, his eyes traced her figure down to her curvy hips and then upon her flat stomach where he wasn't sure if he saw any muscles there such as a four pack or a six pack. There was a big difference of her structure compared to his own where obviously he was taller, his shoulders were broader, and his biceps were a little larger, but nothing compared to that of Xaldin or Lexaeus. She was strong for her stature able to hold her own against all the guys in the organization, but he doubted that she was stronger in strength due to the fact, her kunai blades were not heavy as compared to his 6ft or more sitar that he swung in the air and caught with one hand. One would have to be able to lift such mass let alone swing it around like a bow and slash and stab like a sword. Hestintely, he lost his focus on her beauty when he sensed a disturbing feeling in his gut and his soul screamed out within knowing his precious soul weapon was being touched by another who had no business with it even though in reality it was not his sitar, but a lower nobody in the form of one to fool Toxyn. Gripping his chest thinking it was his sitar, he battled the internal struggle. "No someone is abusing my weapon. Get your hands off it. You might damage her," he mentally cursed hoping Xemnas was not the culprit since he was the last one that had taken it from him. The question was why would Xemnas want to mess with his weapon? No, the Superior had far better things to do then play with his instrument. Taking a breath once the pain had passed, and realizing it was a fake, he promised to get his item of tranqulity back somehow and maybe with some assistance? Focusing on the matter at hand, he grinned slowly as Larxene had walked past him, her scent whoosing by him as she took the lead for him to follow. Turning to the door he rolled his eyes after Marluxia had spoke being talked down to once again. "Did he call me number IX? Who does this jerk think he is? What a freaken snob," with his body gestures of his arms crossed he cleary protrayed that he was annoyed by Marluxia's snide remark. Before he left he made himself say what was on his mind to this arrogant nature lover. "Is it plain obvious Number XI? I don't have respect for you and give me one good reason why I should? You can't be trusted man. If for some reason you were to magically become someone of high command like that will ever happen, but if it did by some miracle I still would not respect or listen to you. Who wants to listen to someone who acts so femine? Are you sure you're a guy? He chuckled wondering if he stuck a nerve in the graceful assassin. "If anything I would rather listen to Axel or Larxene over you any day," he turned to leave not wanting to keep Larxene waitng. "Oh and one more thing," he added drawing closer to Marluxia whom was laying on his bed speaking to himself where the musician did not hear. "If you touch me you'll deal with the boss personally. With the threat at hand he needs all of us to be here and who knows what would become of you after Axel discovered your lastest deed," he leaned closer and took his own hand swiping it across his own neck as if pretending to slit his throat. "Yeah you wouldn't stand a chance and for the record my name is Demyx, not Number Nine. Get that through your head Rosey," he laughed under his breath and walked off leaving Marluxia to himself. Closing the door, he noted one of his dancers in the corridor moving about in one place kicking it's feet and moving it's head up and down and to the side. Walking up to it and past the savage nymph who was being interrrupted by Xeltic, he took the lead asserting his role as master over the lower nobodies, his expression changing of one firm and in charge. "Well what did Xemnas have to say?" with his arms crossed he waited patiently as the dancer discussed with him in it's nobody language revealant and comprehendable to nobodies. "Uh huh," he used his right hand to coaxe the dancer to speak more in a gesture of impatience. "So he's busy I take it. Figures," he sighed and looked off to the side. Returning his attention to his slaves his arm extended out as he gripped his fist. "Well he better give my sitar back if a battle comes because I won't be as useful without it." Pointing to the dancer, his demenor changed of one who was emotionless and devoid of any feelings. "You go to Xemnas tell him I got his message that he's to busy anyway and find out if my sitar is in a safe place and report to me afterwards. You'll know where to find me. Now go and don't go try showing off in front of Axel's assassins. Leave them alone and do what you're told or else," he was not going to handle any interruptions or delays especially when it came to his soul weapon. Once his dancers left in matter of seconds, he noticed Xeltic the one whom had held a blade at his throat in the battle earlier. Narrowing his eyes even more, he issued a threat to the member of the nameless organization. "Larxene can beat you without even trying and you won't be so lucky next time in the battle. As for me, you have yet to see what I can do if I have to," he touched her shoulder to get her to get away from Xeltic afraid of them both engaging in combat. Ignoring Xeltic since he did not want to fight especially with no weapon, he turned to face Larxene the same expression on his face for a minute or so before closing his eyes and reverting to his calm and carefree manner. "My dancers tend to sometimes get distracted by Axel's assassins for who knows why, but they have to do what they are told." he walked a few steps and turned to see her simply staring. "So... Back there, what you do is your own business and Marluxia is well... Let's just say he's different and not one I would trust at all," he carried on with the conversation as he walked down the hall assuming she was following him as he entered the void that expanded portalling both of them back to his room in the World That Never Was since he didn't have a room in Castle Oblivion. "Don't let that creep Xeltic get to you. Deal with him later. There will be plenty time to show off your skills." Sighing he starrted picking up his magazines that were sprawled out on the floor as well as his clothes that he wore when he was human. He was a tad embarrased of the small pigsty of his room, and he didn't want Larxene to think of him as a slob. Picking up a remote he turned on his music that was a blend of dance and techno to liven and lighten up the mood. He had it at a reasonable level since she was present and he did not want to chase her out of his room with music he noramlly kept blarring. Walking over to his desk, his hand touched the pad of stationary he had used a sheet for his letter and shoved it in his drawer along with his different colored pens. He did not notice his journal that he wrote down his memories and dreams was laying on it's side, the edge of it sticking out from underneath a stuffed blue dolphin with a white underside. "Go ahead and sit down and excuse the mess. I've haven't had much time to straighten up," he motioned for her to sit on his bed spread. Wiping his eye and touching underneath the cuff of his left leather glove it revealed dried blood on his other. Whipping both arms behind his back and stepping backwards he nearly tripped over his own two feet. "I'll be right back," feeling embarrased his cheeks flushed he entered his bathroom and shut the door half way with his left foot afraid of getting his blood on anything. He looked at his reflection in the mirror gasping at what his visage was. "Oh man I didn't know I was that bad off," his voice trailed through the door leaving one to question what the heck he was doing in there? He took a washcloth and began to clean up his face that was tear stained. After applying the teeth of his blue comb to fix his hair to his liking, he peeled off his black gloves only to wash off the dried blood from his fingers and palms. Disgusted at what he saw he began to unzip his cloak wondering what the appearance was for his other injuries. "Oh you got to be kidding me?" his questionable worried voice was heard. "Go on and tell me what's on your mind. I might be in here a little bit," he called through the door.
"Then why did you touch me? I warned you not to," he took the sitar blades away from him so Terra could be aware of his surroundings.
Oh thanks. That's actually an offical artwork too.
"Fine! Go then you demon. Be like everyone else! " anger errupted in the organization member's voice after Xemnas had left. The nocturne had spilled his guts to his leader hoping for some sense of understandment and compassion even though he would never receive any from someone who saw him as nothing, but a speck of dirt, an eye sore, and one that could of easily ended his very life. It was to painful to bare, the resentment and the hatred Xemnas had marked him to be and now he would never get his sitar back. It just was not fair. His very weapon the symbol of his peace and solitude was locked away in a room where he did not know where it was. He cursed himself for even revealing it, when he had gone on his knees. It would still be in his possession and not thrown somewhere with no sentimental value for its worth. Clenching his fists, he beat the wall several times having his knuckles bleed from underneath his leather gloves not even feeling the sharp pain that would come later. He didn't care what happend to him now even if an enemy of theirs were to show up and take him away. Life was not worth existing without his sitar. "B******..." with his teeth gritted he beat the wall some more, his eyes furious with rage as if the wall was Xemnas. "I hope he never gets his heart. That would be the perfect punishment for him," the blood flowed from the bruised and open cuts that formed around his wrists running down the cuffs of his gloves until small puddles of blood formed on the ground mixed with his tears. Sticking his tongue out and licking the right side of his mouth, he tasted the salty liquid and swallowed it to regain any water loss that he was expiring. Closing his eyes he leaned his head aganist the wall as memories took him once more of a painful time of his human life. _________________________________________________________________ On a star filled night towards the end of summer, the musician had been out way past his curfew and was with his friends in a band performing on the beach. All of the girls were swooning over him as the youth, jumped in the air with an electric guitar in his hands letting his melodious voice make them weak at the knees and scream out his name with hysteria. He would smile at them showing his pearly whites as he shook his hips, his slim well toned physique melting into their hearts, as his music upset the balance of the quiet neighborhood. One particular girl winked at him and brought herself on stage to kiss him since she was dared to by her friends. He returned it with kissing her on the lips for nearly 30 seconds. An unruly riot broke out as the handsome teen left the area avoiding all of the fans that too wanted affection. Once the coast was clear he returned, signed out autographs, gave the girl that kissed him his cell phone number and waved goodbye to his friends. Jumping into his blue sport car he speed home wanting to get there before his parents knew he was out so late. It was past midnight, as he arrived at his home on the coast and walked into the door not knowing both of his strict parents were waiting for him in the living room. "That was so awesome," he placed his equipment in his room and headed towards the kitchen to get himself a midnight snack where he was stopped by a slap from his mother across his cheek. "Do you know what time it is young man? The neighbors have been calling us non stop from the noise and I'm sick and tired of your immaturity. When will you grow up?" she screamed having a fit. Before he could answer as he rubbed his cheek she walked past him and pointed her finger at him. "You always have to be the center of attention don't you? Notice me! Look at me! I'm Myde the hottie. Check me out everyone! "You know what? I work all day and you are busy screwing around wasting your whole summer at the beach flauting your body and talent doing who knows what. Well I've had it, I'm going to have your father deal with you," You're causing to much stress for me and I will not have it!" she slammed her bedroom door. "Mom, don't be like this. I was only having fun. I wasn't drinking or doing anything illegal. I'm sorry just don't have dad deal with me," he pounded on the door. "Mom, you just need to calm down and perhaps we can talk about this tomorrow morning or so?" he yelled between the door. His pleas were cut short when he heard a door slam open and his father call out his name. "Myde get your ass in here right now!" His father bellowed whom was a displinarian and authortive figure. He would not tolernate his son leading the life he wanted as a rock star using his talant and looks to get what he wanted anymore. His father was a respected leader holding the prestigious title of an executive whom had an amazing IQ and was one of the ones in command of the military projects. He expected more from his son to follow in his footsteps and not be this punk rockstar and model, eyecandy for many young people regardless if they were male or female. Myde with a big bottle of water in his hand rolled his eyes, and walked in as he crashed on the leather couch. "What is it old man? Come to yell at me some more? This will be the third time now?" he counted on his fingers as he gradually drank his water. His father grabbed the glass and poured it over his head not approving of his disrespectful attitude. "Now you listen here and you listen good. You are my son and come from a long family of achievers who make something of themselves and you're wasting your life exposing your body as a model and playing that horrible racket. You also spend to much time at the beach and in the water and I swear you must of been half merman or something. Well I'm coming down on you like never before. Myde, it's time for you to grow the hell up and make something decent of yourself." Myde jumped off the couch looking at how drenched his clothes were. "Dad you messed up my hair," he played with it with his fingers to get it to his style for some of the top spiked up and a side of it hung down midlevel to his face. And don't you know what this is?" he wiped the water off it and blotted it with a pillow that was on the couch. "It's leather and you're ruining it," he took off his long leather assemble layed it on the couch, revealing his dark blue teeshirt and black jeans. "Besides I'm never going to be you so get used to it. I have my own life and I don't want to follow in your steps," he slammed his foot to the ground as he violently got out of control being the bipolar person he was. "Stop telling me what to do dad. Why can't you be proud of me that the way I'am? I'm gonna live the life I want. Got it? I'm not a kid anymore so shove it!" he threw pillows at his father. Out of rage for being insulted, his father grabbed him and held him to the ground knocking him on his stomach giving him a shot in his arm with medication to calm him down. "This other personaility complex of yours is getting way out of control. I don't know how you got it? You're bipolar because of my side of my family genes, but normally you're this sweet, carefree guy then you switch and become this insubordinate punk who thinks he can get whatever he wants. Well I won't have it." "So what? No one pushes me around and treats me with respect so get used to it father. You can't change me no matter what you do," Myde struggled to get away, but the weight of his father holding him down was to much for him. He gasped and began to cry when his pants were ripped down as his butt was being whipped with his father's belt. "NO! Not the belt! I'm to old for that!" he screamed and pounded his fists like a baby kicking his legs into the air. "That is nothing compared to what happens next," his father got off him and ran into his room taking his guitar into his hand. "You leave me no choice, but to take away what means the most the to you," he seized the guitar and held it over the balcony ready to drop it over. "NO! Not my guitar! Father please don't! I'll do anything you ask just don't destroy it," he screamed like a child pulling up his pants before running towards him. "Get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness then. Come on Myde. You're this flashy rockstar and model who thinks he can have what ever he wants and now you're being all hysterical. If you want to see your guitar again you'll do as I ask." "Ok. Ok. You win, I'll do it!" he got on his knees and began to cry until being smacked by his father for his attuide earlier. He cried as his father stormed off into his room with his guitar in his hand and locked it away. "You'll get it back when you deserve it and you're going to have to earn it back," he came back out and sat on the couch watching Myde run off into his room and cry hysterically onto his bed. _________________________________________________________________ Opening his eyes, Demyx brushed the hurtful memory out of his mind. "I never did get it back because something happened that made me lose my heart that week and become what Iam now.". Shaking his fists and with his neck arched back, he inhaled through his diaphragm and exhaled sending forth a scream so loud that it broke the glass in other rooms of the castle that were nearby that was so ear shattering the intensity vibrated and echoed throughout the halls causing the dusks and the lower nobodies to stop what they were doing. The fury of his power was not able to be controled so easily without his sitar that chaos formed in the room causing his element to go haywire and out of control. "I've had it! I lost my guitar before when I was human and I'm not going to lose my sitar as a nobody either," he disappeared out of the room leaving it into chaos and ruin, a major flood in its wake. As he ran down the halls, the aldraline pumped in his system giving him the extra energy and stamina to ignore all the pain he was in earlier and carry out what he needed to do. His senses were locating the other nobodies presences in the castle as he began his search for Xemnas. Stopping for a minute he rested and called forth his slaves. "Dancers!" The dancers appeared to their leige and bowed their heads in obiendance. "Locate Xemnas and tell him that I will meet with him elsewhere. I haven't decided the place yet, but I'm thinking of the beach or Castle Oblivion or even here. He has no right to take away my weapon and I'll show him another side one that he won't find pitiful and weak. Go and don't fail me." he ordered as the dancers cringed from the tone in their master's voice. They disappeared leaving the ninth member to himself. "I'm not going to lose something else that is dear to me," he calmed himself down not wanting to reveal his wrath upon the one who could destroy him. He had to be careful of these situations especially involving the Superior. "Ok calm down even though you want to wring his neck. There we go nice and easy," he exhaled calmy. "Now where should I meet him? Who knows where he went and he is probaly busy anyway with doing who knows what?" an idea came to him that made his mind a blur. "Yes I'm still here for the moment and I need to speak to her before anything else happens to me. I need to tell her of this memory I had and maybe she will understand me I hope. After all my outburst was similar to when she went crazy? Maybe she had a memory too?" disappering from the Castle That Never Was and appearing into the same room he had left not paying attention to the presences of the two individuals in the room.The second he got there his eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth agape at what he saw of Marluxia and Larxene's half exposed bodies. He had come at the wrong time, but his mind was only on his own thoughts not sensing the tender moment Marluxia was sharing with Larxene. "I did not need to see that," he cringed tearing his eyes from Marluxia's body. "Larxene I'm sorry but when you have the time can I speak to you alone? It's important," he wanted to gaze upon her beauty, but did not want her to hurt him for doing so. "I had no idea you two were well nevermind..." this was an awkward situation as he reached to grasp the handle of the door to leave.
(OOC::guiltygearXpc37: What did you expect? *LOL* "Now now this doesn't have to be difficult you know. We can do this either the easy or hard way. It's up to you," he waited for a response while the blades of the sitar rested on Terra's neck.
The rpgs are getting even more interesting aren't they? I bet you were laughing when you read my lastest post in Build Your Cages.
"So what have you discovered? Did you see anything through that crystal ball yet?" Cloud stood by Demyx's side as an image began to appear of two individuals in another world. He rose his eyebrow when he saw that a huge party was taking place filled with drunken ******s in his opinion. "Ok what in the world is going on?" How could people cosplayed in absurb clothes where colors clashed were acting like a pack of raving lunatics? Cloud could not stand people who were drunk for it brought back to many painful memories. Some of the people that he knew have gotten themselves drunk and thus killed for not being able to think clearly. No the sight of hard alcohol disgusted him. Crossing his arms, he watched the events play out as he shifted his weight to both of his legs. What ever Demyx was doing had better be important. Demyx nodded in agreement and didn't care that he was breaking the rules of using the crystal orb to spy on the other members.Waving his hands as he had seen so many others do in the past, or at least what was told to him by the older members, Demyx scanned the area of the loaction smiling when he saw Axel had accomplished his objective. The fire wielder had found the stubborn female and was now dancing and acting like a fool himself? This didn't make any sense. He envied the time Axel was spending with Larxene and knew it would be soon enough that he would be sent to retrieve them both. The thought of that made him chuckle in his throat as he held his hand to his mouth. This was to rich seeing Axel act like an idiot and Larxene join in the celebration doing who knows what. "So it looks like that I'm not the only goofball in the organization. Wait till I hold this over their heads. It's the perfect black mail," he snickered a smirk plastered on his playful face. "So... Cloud's irratated tone made the nocturne's smirk lessen, "you are using this crystal ball to spy on these other members because why?" his hand stretched out as he held the other preparing his muscles for a workout if he needed to arm himself with his sword. Remaining silent for a few moments his eyes glanced at the musician with life. "You are interesting and persuasive. I can see how you can easily fool any member in your organization perhaps even Xemnas?" his blue eyes sparked some interest in where the organization member was going with this. Maybe the nobody would reveal more information he needed to obtain of the organization? "I'm only doing what has to be done," he laughed at himself for that comment. "Yeah right," was what he heard Cloud thinking. "Ok ok dude I'm spying on Axel and Larxene because I'm curious to see what is taking so long. They can have their fun, but sooner or later Xemnas will summon me to go after them, but in the meantime I don't see why I can't have some fun? I mean why not right? No one is here except me so I'm using that to my advantage," Demyx set his azure eyes on his new friend and grinned. "As for me fooling the organization it's one of my greatest acts. I have something that they don't. Let them think I'm nothing, but a weaking and a incompentent moron. Let Xemnas think that I'm not a theat where in true reality I'm the one that has them all fooled. I'll have the last laugh," he bragged of his extrodinary talent to decieve those he wanted to for his own intentions. "Cloud, the organization has no idea dude and let them keep assuming that. I know what I'm doing," he waved his hand to his side to see more of what was happening in the strange new world.
Demyx had wished he had been taken out of his misery. He never predicted Xemnas would take his beloved possession away from him, the one thing that he loved more than anything in the whole world. He was seriously going to be sick and have a panic attack. The loss of his weapon was bringing forth memories of him when he was human and how his cruel father had taken away his freedom and priveleges of something dire to him just because he had messed up in more ways then one. Demyx reliving those memories had snapped uncontrolably like Larxene except in a different manner. "No! You can't do this. Give me back my sitar!" he pleaded pulling on Xemnas's cloak. "How do you expect me to fight without it? Sure I can still call upon my element, but my sitar means everything to me. I won't surive without it," he whailed, more tears coming to his eyes as he pounded his fists and kicked his feet in the air acting like a little kid who was having a tantrum. He didn't care what Xemnas was thinking of him right now, all he wanted was his soul weapon back. "How could you!" he cried hysterically. "I knew you were cruel, but not to this level. What am I supposed to do now? Boss, please rethink what your doing. Do you want me to get worse or killed off or maybe that's what you had planned all along isn't it?" his eyes were stern and deathly serious reverting to his other side for a second before shaking that off knowing it would only get himself killed. Trying to calm down, he tore his eyes to the ground as puddles appeared underneath his stretched out hands. "Go ahead and torture my body or do something so humilating. I don't care anymore, but please give me back my sitar. It's the only thing that makes me have pleasure in this life. You can't seperate a musician from what brings him joy. Throw me in the dungeon, blast me to the wall, or even maim me with your aerial blades just please for Kingdom Hearts give me back my sitar," he weeped in his hands that were pressed against his face as he ran to the other side of the room and fell flat on the ground tripping over his own feet since he was crushed. Whining from the new injuries that he just received, he backed himself into a corner of the room, held his arms against his sides and hugged himself crying softly. "It's not fair. I wish I had never been created if this was to be my fate. I need my baby," he moaned, his voice growing louder as it echoed through out the castle. "Man, this sucks. I didn't do anything to deserve this. I wish you had a heart and then you can see how truly evil you really are," he yelled out of pure resentment and desperation. Out of his crying, he began to gag and expelled some of the contents on the ground. He was a pathetic sight to behold and he had hit his lowest point reliving a painful part in his past all over again, but differently. Lying on his side, he weeped some more trying to control himself and regain any dignity that slowly had faded away. His vision was blurred, his body was in agonizing pain and now his sitar was gone. Without it what good was he to the organization now? Screaming out of pure rage, Demyx stood up ignoring the mess on the ground and ran to the other side of the room thinking he could go through the walls and get away. Unforuntetly, he slammed into it and knocked the wind out of himself for a few minutes. Yelping with new pain once he awoke, he pounded the walls knowing there was no way for him to escape. "How could you? " he hiccuped and swallowed several times. Trying to make excuses for his behavior he sobbed once more. "I can't help myself. I'm sorry I'm such a pathetic mess, but I didn't lie to you, just please don't take my sitar away from me!" In a desperate plea, he sobbed on Xemnas's chest acting as if he was a child crying on a father. "Don't you see how pathetic I've become?" he licked the salty taste of his tears. "Please I beg you do anything, but don't take my sitar away," his tears were soaking the outer leather texture of Xemnas's cloak, but all Demyx could do was beg and cry hoping for some miracle.
That's a very good observation. My opinion would be the artist was told to by the employer or it could be because fingers are more technical then drawing gloves. I don't really know the answer to that so I'm only speculating.
