breeee The music reached Demyx's ears as he strung his sitar. He struck out a rock melody, causing the center of the pond to rise up a bit and twist in graceful patterns. The afternoon sun glinted merrily off the moving water which was now forming the image of a dolphin leaping from the bottomless ocean. The moment lasted only a second because a sudden padding of footsteps sounded behind Demyx. My story begins here. The splash of water upon water was behind me as I turned to see the shadowy figure of Axel. I pointed at him, saying, "Don't disturb me when I'm playing my tunes, okay? Got it memorized?" Axel smiled, revealing sparkling teeth.I started taunted oppeningly, "You fire eater, I don't see why your teeth are white. They should be as black as the ashes your fire makes." Axel shook his head slowly, his crimson hair rustling softly in the breeze. "Demyx, Demyx....always was immature. I suspect you always will be." I ran my hand through my chesnut hair. "Shut up. You should've came for a reason. If not, well, the water I command will find you eventually. It will take the crackle out of your burning fire." Axel snarled, "Hey, I am coming on the Superior's orders. He wants you to play him a song of yours." I was suprised. The Superior wanted to hear music? And mine? I bared my teeth at him, trying to show who was boss. "Axel, I am not falling for some trick of yours. A song to listen to? Do you really think I would fall for that?" Axel had a serious look on his face as he pursed his lips in exasperation. "Yes, it does sound unusual. Xemnes says it's part of some downfall of someone." "Whatever." I growled. I called upon the ability to teleport, and I ordered to go to the chambers of Xemnes. The darkness embeded me, surrounding my body until I disapeared. It was the realm of nothing. Similar to the fact that I am nothing. No one. A nobody. Stepping forward, I exited the portal of emptiness. Turning my head to examine the room, I was blinded a bit at the force of the bright opal coloring. As my eyes adjusted they fell upon a silver haired figure in obsidion robes standing at the opposite side. Hesitantly, I ruffled my hair a bit and walked up to the Superior. He nodded his head to acknowledge that he heard me. I waited, shifting from foot to boot clad foot. Restless at heart (that is, if I have a heart) I could not bear to be patient. I spoke out to him, "Your superiorness, you have called one as low status as me?" He turned around and his eyes flashed blood red in disapproval. I felt something rise in my throat. Worry swept over me, creeping up my spine like a wildcat closing in on the gazzelle. Xemnes raised his hand and I flinched openningly. A smile appeared on his thin lips and he said quietly, "Ahaha, you are afraid of what will never come, Demyx. You must be fearless, like your superior." I nodded my head vigorously, my spiked hair moving with my every motion. Embarressed, heat started to rise in my face. I quickly hid it but Xemnes did not show any emotion. Then, he lifted his gloved hand. In between his sleek fingers was a rough, pointed card. A small image undecipherable from this distance was printed on it. I reached out my hand but he suddenly withdrew the card. "I'm sorry your greatness," I murmered to him as soft as a puppy's eyes. "I am eager to assist you." Another smile crept over his face and he whispered quietly, "Yes. Good, my young lesser. I have called you to test someone. Someone from a place called Twighlight Town. His name....is Roxas. You are to play your sitar on the streets tomorrow night, where there will be a show. You are to go there, claiming to be a musician. When you are sent to Twighlight Town, you will get a musician pass." I looked at him, suprised and confused. Playing on the streets? What did he think I was, a poor, traveling man? "Yes Demyx. Roxas will be attending that concert at 7:00 p.m. I sent Axel to search the streets for a flyer and he came back with this." He held up a smooth piece of paper and handed it to Demyx. It had a clocktowere portrayed on the top, and underneath the information of the performance. "Then, why did you tell Axel I was to play my sitar for you?" I wondered openningly. He motioned with his hand and said, "Was I really lying? You are playing for me, in this plan. Here is the card. You must test Roxas. Capture a friend of his and hold him or her hostage afterwords. See his reaction." I stood mystified, examining the card that had a moment ago come whistling toward me. It showed a delicate clocktower identicle to the one in the flyer. I nodded sullenly and lifted the card up. Light pulsed out in orbital motions as the card sent me to Twighlight Town. The crisp autumn breeze hit my face and in my mouth. It tasted refreshing after being in the enclosed chamber so long. Shivering, I realized I was wearing a jean jacket over a white, no sleevd shirt. I was wearing jean pants, too, and I was finally glad to be out of the black robes. As I traveled through the ranging streets of the city I glanced up at the golden Clock Tower standing watch over all the bustling activity. Peering at the area underneath the time display, four blurry figures could be made out. "They must be mad," I thought immediatly. I placed my hand on my hips as I examined the scene. Then the gaze landed on a figure clad in organization robes. Seeing that I noticed him, the man ran off. I hastily gave chase. "Wait!" I shouted to the retreating person. He didn't even glance over his shoulder at me. "Hold on!" The figure stopped abrubtly and I started to get closer. Smiling to him, I said, "Hey, thanks." He clapped his hands together above his head and burst into flames. I was seperated by an intense wall of billowing orange flames. They danced and crackled, mocking the bad luck I had. I screamed in pain as the fire licked up my shoulder, biting like a savage bear. "Dance, water, dance!" I yelled hoarsly, the pain hitting me as if I had been struck in the head. Water spouted from the ground and rushed through the air. The fire reared up like a tiger and struck back. A clash of the elements was in the streets as a figure came running up to me. He had blondish, spiky hair and a sleek face. Skidding to a halt so fast that dust clouds formed, he watched in horror at the scene. "Hey, you! Are you okay?" He approached the fire but then took a quick step back. I nodded in pain and it must have looked like a grimace. He said, "I'll get help," and he ran off. The flames suddenly cleared and no trace of it being there was decipherable. That included the man who was avoiding me. I shook with anger and hurt as I stood up straight. "Axel, you rotten!" I yelled at the empty air and lost my voice. Sweating, I decided to get some rest. Finding the nearest hotel, I departed and rested. The concert was still not for another five hours.
The conversation was blazing through the streets as people of all ages headed toward the foot of the magnificent clocktower. I spun around the corner, the aquatic sitar strapped across my back bumping against my spine repeatedly as I hurridly went toward the show. My back aching, I reached the stage just in time. A bald man was standing guard and I sighed with frustration. I reached into the pocket of my robe and my hand met paper. I pulled the object out of my pocket and saw it was the musician pass Xemnes spoke of. The man said in a gruff voice to me, "Ah Demyx. You have been chosen to play at a certain piece of land...that one over their." I followed his bulky pink finger to an empty space on the side of a street. It was a corner end, and next to it was a performing fire eater. My eyes reflected the blazing flames which danced up into different patterns. They portrayed scarlet flowers and soaring dragons, and when one fiery lizard burst fire from it's lips I reminded myself how much I hated fire. The man controlling the fire had recieved a great crowd. He wore a scaly mask on his face with two small slits for eyeholes. It resembled a dragon and seemed to be protected by fire. A hood covered the top of his head, and crimson clothing clad his thin body. I stepped up next to him and took the sitar off my back. Tuning it, I watched the tricks he could do with the fire. It was running along his hands and up his arms, licking at them hungrilly like a stray dog finding water. He stopped suddenly and walked over to me. He reached out his hand and said kindly, "Hello Demyx. I am Reco, the fire eater. I was informed by the staff you would be performing a show next to me. Am I right?" Unsure whether to answer, I shrugged. He thought this was funny and started to laugh. It was somehow a bit familear to me... "AXEL!" I screamed at him. Nearby a group of people stopped talking. I recognized one of them as the boy who had tried to save me. His eyes reflected that he remembered me, too. The fire eater's eyes grew large behind the mask. "Tut, tut Demyx. You don't want to ruin the performance. Screaming like that will scare the crowd. And who is Axel?" Embarrased, I rubbed the back of my head with my hand. "Sorry," I murmered. "You just remind me of someone." "Axel, hmmm?" His eyes darkened with thoughtfullness and he asked me to describe him. Shaking my head, I said to him, "Nevermind. I need to perform." I started to move my fingers along the sitar. Running them smoothly along as if they were dancing. No, flying. I started to sing a composition I had made. You take the plunge that never ends you take the step you can't take back your voice betrays you and suddenly you wish that life could backtrack taking a step that will change your life in a way that you dislike you wonder if you did the right and not the wrong that causes fright Memories of the past, some of them you want back but some of them you don't want to flash before your eyes. You wish a step backwards could change the tide of the future and the past. If only I was walking backwards. Flying high above the clouds Seeing the sea and all it shrouds dreams that once were in your life are gone because of a wrong choice you see a smudge in the book called life you take a cloth and try to wipe away that sullen smudge that looms over the life you wish you had Memories of the past , some of them you want back but some of them you don't want to flash before your eyes. You wish a step backwards could change the tide of the future and the past. If only I was walking backwards. Waking up in the dead of night with a memory causing fright you wish you coud go back to change the memory you had was it something you had said? was it something you had done? Was it a step you took that you can't take backwards. Memories of the past, some of them you want back but some of them you don't to flash before your eyes. You wish a step backwards could change the tide of the future and past. If only I was walking backwards. If only...if only...if only.... Memories of the past, some of them you want back but some of them you don't want to flash before your eyes. You wish a step backwards could change the tide of the future and the past. If only I was walking backwards. If only I was walking backwards.
Thanks. You are the first person to comment. And this is the first thread I made! (I think) I like the song I wrote. I wrote it a few months ago on Quizilla.com and I didn't want to have to think of a new song. Or copyright one.
Thanks. Here's my next chapter: The fire eater's green eyes were wide behind the scaly mask shielding his face from the heat of the torches he had been juggling. Smiling, I ran my fingers through my blonde mullet hair as I stated, "Nice fire tricks. Better get going now." The man grunted a reply back. "Nice music." Turning back to my sitar, I slowly polished it's cobalt blue surface as I watched the departing crowd. My gaze fell on the blonde haired boy who had noticed me before. I called in a soft voice to him, trying to get his attention. "Hey, you liked my show?" He nodded and gave a grin in my direction. He hurridly stated, "I need to go with my friends. I'm sorry, sir." "Don't call me Sir, call me Demyx," I beamed to show I ment no harm. "So...how many friends you got their. I'm bringing a few backstage." At this his deep eyes sparkled and he beckoned overto three other teenagers. One of them had chesnut brown hair that spiked upword to the setting sun, seperated from his flat forehead by a blue and white striped headbans. He was slightly pudgy around the edges but did seem fitting to be a keyblade master. My thoughts quickly were intended to believe this to be Roxas. He was outgoing after all, like Xemnas had said. The blonde haired buy was quiet and shy, unlike the description of personality. "So, you want to come? Well I'll do it one at a time." I reached a bare hand that would normally have been clad with a glove out to the teenager with spiky gold hair. He took the offer and waved to his friends as I led him behind the stage. Once their, I made sure no one would come. The silence in the room left an eerie feeling that prickled up my spine slowly like ice forming on water. "Uh...I'm not sure if I want to do this. It's dark out and all and I don't see why we have to come here seperatly," the captive said. I spun around suddenly and muffled his voice with the flesh of my hand. His eyes grew wide and he thrashed like an animal. "No, no friend of Roxas," I tutted. "You are going to be bait to get that boy here." He bit the skin of my hand but despite the gripping pain I did not let go. In fragments he spilled out, "Well, you have the wrong guy. I am Roxas!"
