This is thing number two.
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kh_drabbleTitle: Create and Destroy
Word count: 604 (man is this pushing it)
Spoilers: Nothing really. Not if you already know who Demyx and Xaldin are.
Pairing: Demyx/Xaldin
Rating: PG-13 (still no smut for you)
Notes: Uggghhhhh. Writing this was like pulling TEETH. I hate this paring. XD But once I took the pairing, I was determined to go through with it! Hence why it's so long. Most of it is just getting to a place where that pairing could be even slightly plausible. (Sure, it would be easy to just write it as rapeomg! and have it be short and smutty. But no. Simply no.)
Well anyway. I hope I managed to make it even slightly believable. This is for you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lunarwolf2002. You asked for it.
Show the newbie how it's done.
He's too quiet, too calm, too … kind. All the wrong things for a Nobody to be.
Fix it.
Xaldin was not one to disobey orders.
He would bring Demyx with him to Beast's Castle and make him watch as he slowly poisoned the prince's mind. Quiet and calculating; Xaldin was absolutely deadly.
Demyx could only watch with a sort of fascinated horror and the fixation that comes with watching a murder that you cannot stop. He was detached, lost and losing himself, looking on at something horrible, but he was utterly unable to turn away.
Xaldin loved it. He truly enjoyed warping the newbie, doing him the sort of harm no medicine could ever cure.
And one day, after many days of in and out torturing of the Beast and of Belle and a quieter sort of pain for Demyx, the "newbie" tried to play his sitar.
The strings broke before he had played a single note.
After that, he began changing. He went quiet; no more chatter. No more smiles, no more jokes, no more.
Most importantly, no more music.
For the first time in his nonlife, Xaldin felt as if he had done something wrong. He'd obeyed orders to the word; he'd warped the newbie, and now he'd broken the newbie, and it was all according to plan. But as he watched Demyx retreat, hide, and break down, Xaldin felt cold.
He found himself trying to cheer Demyx up. He'd do anything to get Demyx even to smile, making a fool out of himself in the process, but nothing worked.
The others began to whisper: Xaldin's gone soft.
He didn't care. Soon, too soon, all that mattered was getting Demyx to live again.
What have I done?
And finally, he found Demyx sitting with his sitar in his lap (the strings all still broken), his hood up, dead. (For all intents and purposes; for all Xaldin could see or want to see.)
He couldn't help it. (Didn't want to.) He grabbed Demyx by the shoulders, shook him roughly, and simply shouted his desperation.
"Demyx! Dammit, this has got to stop! You don't move, don't try, don't live, Demyx! This can't be all my fault. You are not dead because of me. Demyx. Don't die."
He was losing his mind. But he was losing Demyx too and somehow that mattered more, he'd as good as killed him and oh God what had he done.
Demyx's hood had fallen back with the violence of being shaken. He watched Xaldin break down with a dead, distant look. It didn't even register.
There was no way, no way, this couldn't happen. Not to Demyx. Not to him.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was pinning Demyx to the floor, pushing the sitar away, kissing him as hungrily as if he'd been possessed. And maybe he was; his hands were everywhere, everywhere, and he could hardly breathe and it was Demyx, Demyx was alive and living and his.
In some far away place Xaldin was just barely aware of, Demyx was reaching up, winding his fingers into Xaldin's hair, and kissing him back with equal fervor.
Neither of them was sure how long it was before they broke apart. Xaldin did not move from his position on top of Demyx, and Demyx didn't push him away.
Demyx licked his lips and would have spoken if not for Xaldin clamping a hand over his mouth.
"Shut up. I've made enough of a fool of myself for one day," he growled.
To his complete surprise and simultaneous joy, Demyx laughed.
Word count: 604 (man is this pushing it)
Spoilers: Nothing really. Not if you already know who Demyx and Xaldin are.
Pairing: Demyx/Xaldin
Rating: PG-13 (still no smut for you)
Notes: Uggghhhhh. Writing this was like pulling TEETH. I hate this paring. XD But once I took the pairing, I was determined to go through with it! Hence why it's so long. Most of it is just getting to a place where that pairing could be even slightly plausible. (Sure, it would be easy to just write it as rapeomg! and have it be short and smutty. But no. Simply no.)
Well anyway. I hope I managed to make it even slightly believable. This is for you,
lunarwolf2002. You asked for it.Show the newbie how it's done.
He's too quiet, too calm, too … kind. All the wrong things for a Nobody to be.
Fix it.
Xaldin was not one to disobey orders.
He would bring Demyx with him to Beast's Castle and make him watch as he slowly poisoned the prince's mind. Quiet and calculating; Xaldin was absolutely deadly.
Demyx could only watch with a sort of fascinated horror and the fixation that comes with watching a murder that you cannot stop. He was detached, lost and losing himself, looking on at something horrible, but he was utterly unable to turn away.
Xaldin loved it. He truly enjoyed warping the newbie, doing him the sort of harm no medicine could ever cure.
And one day, after many days of in and out torturing of the Beast and of Belle and a quieter sort of pain for Demyx, the "newbie" tried to play his sitar.
The strings broke before he had played a single note.
After that, he began changing. He went quiet; no more chatter. No more smiles, no more jokes, no more.
Most importantly, no more music.
For the first time in his nonlife, Xaldin felt as if he had done something wrong. He'd obeyed orders to the word; he'd warped the newbie, and now he'd broken the newbie, and it was all according to plan. But as he watched Demyx retreat, hide, and break down, Xaldin felt cold.
He found himself trying to cheer Demyx up. He'd do anything to get Demyx even to smile, making a fool out of himself in the process, but nothing worked.
The others began to whisper: Xaldin's gone soft.
He didn't care. Soon, too soon, all that mattered was getting Demyx to live again.
What have I done?
And finally, he found Demyx sitting with his sitar in his lap (the strings all still broken), his hood up, dead. (For all intents and purposes; for all Xaldin could see or want to see.)
He couldn't help it. (Didn't want to.) He grabbed Demyx by the shoulders, shook him roughly, and simply shouted his desperation.
"Demyx! Dammit, this has got to stop! You don't move, don't try, don't live, Demyx! This can't be all my fault. You are not dead because of me. Demyx. Don't die."
He was losing his mind. But he was losing Demyx too and somehow that mattered more, he'd as good as killed him and oh God what had he done.
Demyx's hood had fallen back with the violence of being shaken. He watched Xaldin break down with a dead, distant look. It didn't even register.
There was no way, no way, this couldn't happen. Not to Demyx. Not to him.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was pinning Demyx to the floor, pushing the sitar away, kissing him as hungrily as if he'd been possessed. And maybe he was; his hands were everywhere, everywhere, and he could hardly breathe and it was Demyx, Demyx was alive and living and his.
In some far away place Xaldin was just barely aware of, Demyx was reaching up, winding his fingers into Xaldin's hair, and kissing him back with equal fervor.
Neither of them was sure how long it was before they broke apart. Xaldin did not move from his position on top of Demyx, and Demyx didn't push him away.
Demyx licked his lips and would have spoken if not for Xaldin clamping a hand over his mouth.
"Shut up. I've made enough of a fool of myself for one day," he growled.
To his complete surprise and simultaneous joy, Demyx laughed.
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Date: 2006-04-27 07:52 am (UTC)But yeah. Everything about Demyx is love. <3Hmm. Then maybe I'll stay away from the super taxing things like the total crackpairings :DDD Hmmm.... I challenge you to... either Axel/Demyx or Axel/Larxene, take your pick. The latter, in my head, would be the more difficult challenge XD I've heard of those pairings before but haven't seen much of them, so! (I was planning on doing Axel/Demyx myself at some point XD) So have fun with that! :3
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Date: 2006-04-27 07:55 am (UTC)Hm. Axel/Demyx or Axel/Larxene. I need to go find an Axel-muse it seems. He's my layout, so you'd think I could do it XD; Larxene is an interestin' gal. Maybe I'll do Axel/Demyx/Larxene *a-ponderin'*
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Date: 2006-04-29 03:07 pm (UTC)