Premonitions.

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

Challenge: [78] tidying up
Title: Premonitions
Word count: 363
Characters: Demyx
Spoilers: A wide variety! Plenty!
Notes: I wrote this in July and promptly forgot to post it here; the latest challenge reminded me. ^_^; Hopefully this is okay? Also, rated S for sad.


He put his things away more carefully than usual. He had his marching orders, could still hear the Superior's crushed velvet voice echoing in his head, and yet... And yet. He had met Roxas -- it was Roxas, he could see him glowering out of the angry blue eyes of the unknowing stranger -- once and survived. (Tell yourself the truth, Demyx: had met him and run away, mission only loosely called complete, too frightened of the red shining blur that had nearly chopped him to bits.) He wasn't certain that he could survive a second meeting.

He folded a piece of sheet music, stolen from an unwary Muse in the Coliseum, making certain that it was properly tucked in its sleeve before laying it gently into the drawer. He had a strange feeling about this mission. When he closed his eyes, he could visualize nothing so clearly as a glinting metal blade readying for a fatal thrust, a paralyzing premonition that made his hands shake in fear.

Was he being set up for failure this time, after his previous dismal performance? Did it matter? He held no power within the Organization; all he could do was choose the manner of his disposal -- either at the hands of the Superior, bent and twisted into one of his own Dancers or one of the sad little Dusks, or at the hands of Roxas, beaten and brutalized by the flashing Keyblade.

Better a bang than a whimper, he thought. Better to look Roxas in the eye and smile, full of memories of this place, of the white walls and the thrones and knowing that I was better than something.

"I wasn't just any nobody, I was someone's Nobody." His voice startled him a little, as much for the strangled note of improbable tears as the sheer sound of it in the silence.

He put his things away very carefully, knowing without wanting to know that he would not see them again, and wanting, without knowing what he wanted, to think that whoever tore apart his room, whether they cared about him or not, would see how neatly it had been kept and remember him.

Comments

[thano.livejournal.com]

Woooooow.

... HURTIES. DDD: *wibbles a bit* He put his things away very carefully, knowing without wanting to know that he would not see them again, I'M JUST GOING TO SIT HERE AND CRY NOW. GEETHANKS. D:

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

Errr...sorry about that? ^_^;;;
*hands over box of tissues*

(*is secretly delighted to warrant the wibble icon*)

[lazzchan.livejournal.com]

*mouth drops open*

*wibbles*

*incoherent whimpering sounds*

DEMYX!!!!!!!!!!!

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

*passes over more tissues and a snuggly teddy bear*

Thank you? ...is that right?

(*is secretly delighted to make people wibble*)

[lazzchan.livejournal.com]

*clutches teddy bear and privately names it Demyx*

XD It's always good to make people wibble, that's the mark of a good author to bring out such emotion. I was not only wibbling, I was kicking the storage container underneath my desk because I couldn't express my sadness.

:)

[themadpoker.livejournal.com]

Seconding lazzchan. Your drabble makes my heart hurt. ;_;

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

Thank you; it's good to know that I can write to good effect. ^-^

Here: a cuddly sheep to de-wibble with.

[schizo-niko.livejournal.com]

*grasps heart* Oh...

Beautifully written, but oh so sad.

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Yeaaaah...I find the ending of the Organization members one of the saddest things, and Demyx, who is a pretty sympathetic character, just makes it all that much worse. :/

[who-said-bitta.livejournal.com]

*wipes eyes*
Seriously, I'm crying. The last lines were what did it for me. So poignant, and wonderfully written.
♥

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

YAY! I've always wanted to write things that make people actually cry! I DIDN'T MEAN THAT.

Thank you! It was the sort of thing that made me sad to write; I'm glad that other people feel the same. And thank you for the big heart, too. ^.^

[unicorn]

D-Demyx.

The last lines.

Ohgod.

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

♥ Thank you. I'm quite fond of those myself.

[tabitha-dornoc.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I don't even know where to start. Demyx stealing from the muses, choosing a death by not-Roxas over being turned to a lesser nobody, the very notion of making things neat before marching off to death. GAH. GAAAAAAAAAH. I am insanely critical of Demyx, but I love what you've done with him here. Lovely.

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

Thank you! x a million! I'm glad you appreciated the muses; it's one of those things, y'know...I'm sure they've got to be hiding out there somewhere. (Even though being turned into a literal "Greek" chorus seemed incredibly demeaning to the original mythology, but blahblah, anyway.)

I got, somewhere along the line, tired of happyfunball!Demyx, who seems to come in two variations: sugar-coated and badass. So I decided to try for pensive.

<3 trés flattered.

[crimsoncookie.livejournal.com]

♥

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[i-got-spunk.livejournal.com]

Goin' out with a BANG<3

[aishiteru.livejournal.com]

THIS MADE ME WIBBLE BTWWWWWWWWWWWW D: D: DEMYYYYYYX. -squeezes him-


brilliant. ♥

[draconan.livejournal.com]

It's so saaaad, but so truueee! *glomps Demyx*