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kh_drabbleChallenge: [86] In Someone Else's Arms
Title: Looking Back
Word Count: 248
Notes: Umm... I doubt there are any spoilers. Demyx-centric. Beta'd by the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lindskaba.
When he joined the Organization, they were explicit about one thing: You’re nobody now. Don’t look back.
And he’d obeyed this mostly, but his dreams had wills all their own. Once, he chanced asking Axel about his “memories.” The rather annoyed looking red-head told him to get over it; to everyone in his memories, Demyx was already dead.
With that in mind, he tried to forget. Dutifully he practiced controlling water and navigating darkness; he even took up fighting, though a voice inside warned it was something he—or his other—would’ve never done. Despite his attempts for normalcy, that place still haunted him.
So one day he opened a portal to find his way back.
Walking down the road of a foreign memory, he desperately searches for something. It doesn’t take him long to find her: sitting on the bench they used to sit on, laughing in the way they used to laugh, holding someone else the way she once held him.
Demyx watches and they don’t notice, caught up in the oblivious bliss of young love. As he looks on he finds himself searching inside for some sort of spark, some stirring of anything: jealousy, anger, sorrow. Nothing comes.
With a last glance, he walks back down the street and veers off into a small alleyway, opening a portal to the World that Never Was; the notions of the home he never had finally leave him for good.
He is Nobody, and nothing is his destiny.
Title: Looking Back
Word Count: 248
Notes: Umm... I doubt there are any spoilers. Demyx-centric. Beta'd by the lovely
lindskaba. When he joined the Organization, they were explicit about one thing: You’re nobody now. Don’t look back.
And he’d obeyed this mostly, but his dreams had wills all their own. Once, he chanced asking Axel about his “memories.” The rather annoyed looking red-head told him to get over it; to everyone in his memories, Demyx was already dead.
With that in mind, he tried to forget. Dutifully he practiced controlling water and navigating darkness; he even took up fighting, though a voice inside warned it was something he—or his other—would’ve never done. Despite his attempts for normalcy, that place still haunted him.
So one day he opened a portal to find his way back.
Walking down the road of a foreign memory, he desperately searches for something. It doesn’t take him long to find her: sitting on the bench they used to sit on, laughing in the way they used to laugh, holding someone else the way she once held him.
Demyx watches and they don’t notice, caught up in the oblivious bliss of young love. As he looks on he finds himself searching inside for some sort of spark, some stirring of anything: jealousy, anger, sorrow. Nothing comes.
With a last glance, he walks back down the street and veers off into a small alleyway, opening a portal to the World that Never Was; the notions of the home he never had finally leave him for good.
He is Nobody, and nothing is his destiny.
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Date: 2006-12-09 08:18 pm (UTC)*sparkly eyes* I <3 this--
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Date: 2006-12-11 04:53 am (UTC)Sure, just credit. ^___^
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