kh_drabble | Challenge Post

Challenge: [137] Identity
Title: S---
Word Count: 360
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Notes: I guess this technically might not fall within the rules, but the idea seems like such a perfect fit for the challenge. Thanks again to

crimsoncookie for the beta.

This wasn't what Demyx had expected.

In his search for Sora, he'd followed a trail of clues that seemed legitimate. A boy with spiky brown hair. A name that began with "S." Two comrades assist him. Once saved a cute girl from a powerful megalomaniac. It sounded solid enough. Demyx followed the trail to an isolated alley of a skyscraper-filled city, cornering his target not far from a bar.

"What did you call me?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Sora," Demyx said. "Now draw your keyblade."

"What the hell are you talking about? Who are you?"

Hmm. It almost sounds like he's telling the truth, but he won't fool me - I can play this game. "Maybe this'll jog your memory!"

Demyx hoisted his sitar and began to play a tune, summoning a watery form to fight for him.

Sora gave Demyx a disgusted look. "Whatever. I don't have time for you." He sprinted forward.

Still no keyblade? No Donald or Goofy? "Do you really think you can win without—"

Sora punched the liquid clone in his path, splashing it apart without breaking his run. Demyx was still trying to up the tempo when Sora did a somersault, launching into an upward kick and smashing the sitar with his foot. He followed up by standing, grabbing Demyx by the collar of his robe, kneeing him in the chest, and throwing him against a nearby brick wall. The Nobody fell to the pavement face-first.

This definitely wasn't what Demyx had expected.

The ninth Organization member looked up (beyond the ruin of his sitar. Dammit.) to the figure who'd beaten him.

"You should watch who you're messing with next time, pal." 'Sora' said. "I don't know anybody named Sora."

Demyx coughed. "Who…how?"

"The name's Sion. Sion Barzahd. And if I ever catch you trying to stir up trouble near the bar again, you can expect more where that came from."

I got the wrong guy? The others are going to give me so much shit for this.

Sion stepped forward and stood over his assailant and pounded his right fist into the open palm of his left. "Are we clear?"

"Crystal."