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Challenge: [095] Poison
Title: Compromise
Word Count: 204
Spoilers: ...If you don't know anything about Organization XIII, then maybe.
: My second entry

He wasn't a good fighter. That much was very clear.

Blood made him squeamish, pain was...well...painful, and he bruised way too easily.

He preferred the steady one, two, three, four beat of his Sitar, the drip, wave, ripple, shake of the water as it danced to all his favorite tunes.

But it wasn't just water that danced with him. That cloudy purple liquid, too—it was too thick, but that made it look even cooler when it spiraled against his water, and the way the light caught those oily slicks was just awesome...

He made sure to strum the Sitar very quietly, in that familiar one, two, three, four beat that he liked so much, swishing the liquid until purple dissolved into clear, and then he vanished, watching from the shadows and still strumming at his closest friend, his wonderful Sitar, as the target entered the room and lifted the glass to his parched lips.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

And the poison reached his heart and the target was dead.

No bruises, no blood, no aches or pains in the morning.

Demyx wasn't a good fighter. That much was clear. But he knew very well how to compromise.