Late IC log. Late is the reason why I shouldn't be allowed to log.
Who: Demyx and Saix
What: Bickering? Interrogation? Reporting!
When: A.. week more than likely before the dance. Somewhere thereabout.
Where: Saix's room.
Warnings: Elvish?
Demyx chewed his lip as he made his way in less than slow fashion to Saix's dorm. The berserker had written for him to be there at 7 sharp. More than half an hour later than that hour, Demyx could only wonder if quarter to eight was sharp enough for Saix. Probably not. In fact, he was probably going to get really mad. But Demyx had just been so hungry he just had to finish his dinner... and the two servings of dessert after that. Plus a rather large amount of hot chocolate to go with that. Or maybe that was a cover. He had thought about it... and now he wasn't sure if he even wanted to tell Saix what he was supposed to be telling him. If he didn't, Saix would... hurt him. If he did, he betrays Roxas and Sora. Either way, the poor musician couldn't win this one.
Right now, to any passers by he would look ridiculous. Wearing half his pajamas (the bottoms) and a rather fluffy pair of blue slippers as well as a large hooded sweatshirt in navy blue, unzipped slightly to reveal a random band t-shirt and a checkered shirt over that... as well as a small pendant of almost glowing blue dangling on his chest. Yet... he wasn't paying heed to what Saix would think of his attire, but to what he was going to do to get out of a betrayal.
Still chewing his lip so it became almost painful, Demyx knocked on the door this time. After all, he needed more time to think.
Saix had been waiting. And waiting. And waiting. AND WAITING FOR THAT DAMN MUSICIAN. Being punctual was very important to him -- it always had been. Around 7:30, he decided Demyx more than likely was not on his way there and he decided to take his nightly shower instead. He washed up, all slick and nice under the stream of hot water... it took around fifteen minutes.. he could swear he heard a knock at the door. Tying a fluffy purple towel around his waist, he left the bathroom and headed toward the door. His hair was stick-straight except for his layer that's normally combed straight back.. instead it falls in little layers flipping out around his face. His body was flushed a light pink from the heat of the water.. he was rather wet. Droplets sparkling on his skin. Opening up the door, he blinked a few times. His bangs even partially hid his scar. He seemed... almost too pretty to be Saix.
Demyx could only return the blinks. How was it that he managed to catch Saix pretty much clothless every time he visited. It wasn't bad at all... in fact it was good... and right now, the berserker looked good enough to do a lot of illicit things to. While not around Saix, it was easy to forget how attractive he was. Right now, how attractive he was practically being thrown into the Nocturne's face. And his plot for getting Saix crawled back into his currently addled mind, screwing it up more.
No time for that! Demyx had a plight... and he couldn't forget it. Still, he couldn't stop staring, his eyes as wide as saucerplates. What the hell am I going to do? AHHHH~ someone help me!!
"Umm..." the rare occasion where Demyx was lost for words had finally come. His mouth was hanging open, forcing him to stop chewing his lip, even though there was already an unheeded dripple of blood forming at the corner from his teeth cutting into his lip. "Umm... late... um... I'm sorry... I..." he wasn't talking normally, in fact he was squeaking. But his shocked look was so adorable, even with blood on his chin that it hardly mattered. "... Clothes?"
Yes, clothes on Saix would certainly help his plight.
Saix reached out, rather annoyed... but, he wipes that little bit of blood from Demyx's chin with his index finger and glances down at it.. then back over at the musician. "I agree. You are very late. Go sit. I will be with you momentarily." Turning, he idly licked the minut amount of blood from his finger and disappeared into his room, closing the door tightly behind him. Searching through his dresser, he had to force himself not to slam the doors. Being a stickler for getting someplace on a timely fashion, he was very annoyed that Demyx hadn't done his best to at least get to his room within the first half-hour. It was nearly 8! Shaking his head, he sighed, pulling on a pair of black cotton pants, happy little pajama pants, and a slate grey shirt that he left unbuttoned, he ran a comb through his hair, not bothering to style it. It was only Demyx. No one he really had to be pretty for.
After five to seven minutes, he came out of his room and slid onto the couch, regardless of where Demyx was. He leaned back slightly, running his fingers through his hair, apparently relaxing. "Report."
Amongst everything, Demyx almost fainted when Saix reached out to wipe the blood off his chin... he hadn't known it was there, and now he was really scared. That was twice that Saix had consumed some of his blood. Hot, but scary.
OKAY! STOP WORRYING ABOUT SAIX! SIT DOWN AND THINK OF HOW YOU'RE GOING TO GET OUT OF THIS.
Padding soundlessly across the room, he sat down, blot upright on Saix's bed and unable to help it, he began chewing his lip again. He always fiddled when he was uncomfortable, and that adjective certainly fit his mood now. Unused to thinking so many thoughts he tried to isolate each idea and evaluate which he was going to do. HE HAD TO WIGGLE OUT OF THIS.
Saix came back after several minutes of Demyx wondering what the hell he was going to do. Apparently the rather beautiful diviner had decided that he would be better with his shirt unbuttoned. Which of course was just wonderful for Demyx's concentration. He still looked hot. And Demyx could smell him from where he was sitting on the couch. Now he was so scattered he was probably about to chew a hole through his lip, he could taste the blood now. But he just couldn't stop himself.
So tense he felt like he was about to snap in half, he replied, "Ah... I think... I can't... tell you anymore..."
Saix was quiet, continuing to toy with his hair and briefly inspect his nails. He then lounged back, legs spread slightly, feet up on the couch... and his fiery gaze then turned and situated itself on Demyx. The Nobody was unreadable. There was no emotion or even the slightest inkling of feeling moving over his face, passing through his eyes, nothing at all. It was a few minutes before he asked, "Do you not trust me?" What a question. It was incredibly difficult to tell if he was being honest, serious... truly curious... or if he was simply attempting to guilt Demyx. They were all quite possible in their own ways. "Do you not believe that I would do the right thing with whatever information you've managed to gather?" That gaze never left Demyx's face. He was unblinking, focusing his attention on Demyx. Our favorite elf's voice was soft as usual... with the smallest hint of question.
"I trust you Saix... I don't know WHY... but I do... and I don't want to displease you." Demyx made a very crappy attempt at a smile. "But... I can't betray him... it's too much." Chewing his lip again, Demyx ran his hand through his hair, effectively ruining it but not caring as he exploded. "OH GOD I CAN'T WIN! Don't you see?! Either way I betray someone... what am I supposed to do?"
Okay... you revealed too much. Demyx there and then decided he sucked at keeping secrets, he sucked at missions... and even this one was too much. He'd prefer killing someone to this. Actually, he wouldn't, he was just so harassed that's what he would like to think at the moment. Watching Saix was bad enough. God, he was hot, even if he had about as much animation in his face as an ironing board.
No no no! The sitarist was so frustrated he was on the point of insanity. Comparing Saix to an ironing board, it was laughable. In fact, Demyx did laugh. Suddenly and loudly. At least it was some sort of release, Demyx was honestly close to some sort of crack.
And then... he got it. All he had to do was distract Saix. That would do it. Finally, the stroke of Demyx-brilliance he was waiting for.
"...you can't betray who, exactly? Roxas? ....or.. could it be Sora?" Saix's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Demyx's explosion and laughter fits. Now thinking that the musician more than likely WAS insane, as he always thought, he felt a little better. calmer on the inside somehow. You see, Saix knew how to deal with crazy people. Be compassionate. "Calm down. You are banned from any future missions. You're a page boy." And... oddly, that was compassion for Saix. He was just so empathetic that he felt Demyx's need to do absolutely nothing! Really. But the blond's reactions certainly meant that he did find some very juicy pieces of information. Information he needed greatly. But the question was, how was he supposed to get it out of Demyx. Especially if he was so adamant about not betraying anyone. Suddenly, Saix wasn't sure he liked the sudden gleam he saw in his companion's eye. "I'd advice telling me what you've learned before you end up really displeasing me."
Dangerous waters was where the conversation was right now, even if Demyx was inwardly celebrating the fact that Saix had let him off anymore missions. Saix wasn't the superior, so he couldn't exactly stop all missions... but he could certainly aid the process, and make sure that Demyx never had to report to him again. Which pretty much meant Demyx they would never have to see each other again. For some reason this niggled at the sitarist. This teeny niggle combined with the fact that Saix was demanding that he betray Roxas caused him to start biting his lip again. It must've been getting annoying to watch, and it certainly was bloody and painful... still, he just couldn't stop.
"I can't tell you... but I've done enough haven't I? I said stuff about Sora. I've pretty much betrayed him... why do I have to do it to someone else?"
Clapping a hand over his own mouth he could've kicked himself.
AGAIN, YOU REVEALED TOO MUCH, AGAIN. And... you haven't even distracted him. Thinking quickly, Demyx's eyes came to rest on one of Saix's ears... and he got an idea. Finally. Still with his lip between his teeth, he grinned.
"If you come here, I'll whisper it to you."
"If you think I'd be stupid enough to fall for something so childish, you're not as crazy as I thought. You really are plain and simple -- an idiot." Turning away, Saix stood up and flipped his damp hair over his shoulder while making his way to the bathroom again. He flicked on the light and looked in the mirror, attempting to fix his hair, but it was quite difficult. His particular gene pool dictates that his hair should fall flat, despite the layers he's put in. Thus was why he typically had to style it somehow. Quietly cursing himself, he fingered his hair a bit more before noticing he left his earrings in while he showered. Growling once more on the inside, he removed the little studs and rubbed at his tender pierced flesh. If Demyx wasn't going to talk, Saix basically figured that he should just move on to other things he typically did around this time of night.
Okay... biting Saix's ear plan was a total failure. And now Saix had gone uninterested on him. It was probably a terrible idea anyway... Saix probably would've killed him for doing it.
Demyx didn't bother wiping the blood away from his chin, he took one look at Saix who was peering in the mirror and decided he needed to regroup and try again.
He looked around, swinging his legs, making no attempts to offer rebuttal of Saix's insults. Slightly chilly, he zipped up his sweat shirt and fiddled with his glowing pendant that always fascinated him, no matter how many times he wore it. The room was plain, and nothing was standing out that would aid him. Soon, Demyx spotted a picture frame near him on the bedside table, face-down. It didn't go through his mind that it might be like that for a reason... and he was so rude that he reached over and picked it up, guffawing in delight as soon as he saw the occupant of the picture.
"A girl!" he exclaimed. "Saix... you have a picture of a girl? Who is it?"
If there was an audience watching the pair's conversation, they would probably be right now yelling at how incredibly stupid Demyx was.
That audience would certainly yell at Demyx.. and shriek as they saw a large bottle of shampoo go flying right by Demyx's head and just narrowly miss the Nocturne. It left a sizeable dent in the wall, though. That poor wall certainly didn't deserve it. Certainly, Demyx was lucky that Saix was too shaken by his sudden discovery to be able to aim more precisely. Otherwise Demyx would have blood on more places that just his chin alone. Trembling, Saix came out of the bathroom and zoomed straight over, reaching to swipe the frame out of Demyx's hands. If the blond attempting to snatch it away... well. Saix would claw at his poor sitarist hands and turn away, coddling the frame to his chest... his non-existant heart beating frantically. It's honestly taking every shred of his willpower to keep from going berserk and tearing his companion apart. Every little hair on his arms and on the back of his neck are sticking up. He seemed frazzled.. like a cat threatened by water.
Not expecting that at all, Demyx had managed to distract Saix without even trying to. He had just been curious, but it had turned bad as the shampoo came flying and the picture was unexpectedly ripped out of his hands. He had meant nothing malicious by looking at it, he was merely curious... and now, he was shocked. Curiosity was almost becoming insatiable as Saix reacted so strangely, and Demyx just stared at him. He was almost compassionate to Saix, he didn't mind angering him. But he didn't want to upset him. He had even less of an idea what to do now, he could only look up at Saix towering over him, shaking.
At least he was distracted.
"I'm sorry... I was just... I'm sorry."
Having the decency to apologise was one merit point for the Nocturne, but he just wasn't the sort of person to learn a lesson that easily, and his curiousity was almost burning him inside.
"Who is that girl, Saix?" his voice was gentle like water, but his words once again... foolish.
Saix was too shocked and appalled at his own actions for words... but then again, he felt justified and wanted to murder Demyx for daring to snoop around his room. He felt inclined to answer Demyx. He knew any answer other than "nothing" would only make him more curious but he could never refer to her as 'nothing'. Never. He would sooner take his own life -- impale his own heart upon finding it, even. "Don't be sorry." Saix closed his eyes, trying to simply breathe... breathe and calm himself down. "Do not apologize to me. If you were sorry at all..." Saix turned then, eyes alight with passion fueled by anger as he pointed at Demyx with the hand that also held the picture. "YOU WOULD TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT ROXAS AND SORA!!"
Demyx was now scared and finally, he'd decided not to delve any deeper into the matter of the woman in the picture. Lesson learned. But now they'd moved right back to Roxas and Sora. And it seemed like Saix knew already. So why did he need to know? Why did he need to put Demyx in this place? His face contorted into a pained expression that looked so wrong on the usually happy musician. It didn't look like he had any choice. His only hope was that this didn't cause pain for his two friends. One old, one new. There had to betrayal today, and it didn't look like it was going to be Saix.
Taking a deep breath, Demyx stood, almost at eye level with Saix and still didn't look happy. It took a lot of his control to look Saix in the eyes, but he managed it. In fact, amazingly, he looked almost angry.
"You want to know? I don't know why it's important to the rest of us, but if you hurt them, I swear you're going to have to get rid of me first, because I will fight for this."
It was certainly a day of firsts for Demyx.
"Sora is Roxas' heart. His somebody. I've told you that. Now you tell me why it's important, and you tell me now."
Saix.... had no idea that Sora was actually THAT close to Roxas. Perhaps related somehow, but to actually be Number XIII's heart.. that was just too perfect. Too, too perfect! "Because, Demyx..." Saix smirks to himself, hugging the frame to his chest again as he stepped closer, staring right at him, being his typical, icy, intimidating self. However, now, he seemed anything but icy. He seemed almost.. excited. "...that explains why I've felt the presence of two keyblades. Sora and Roxas appear to both be able to wield separate keyblades. That means we can fight more heartless. Free more hearts. Fill Kingdom Hearts twice as fast. Imagine if we summoned heartless, by the dozens, and we sent Sora and Roxas out there in the field to kill them all... release all of those hearts. Do you not see..?"
Demyx didn't know that Sora wielded a keyblade... and with that explanation, it all made sense. It was simple. He was close to Saix now, and the anger died down within him. This was... good. It brought them closer to their hearts, and Demyx did believe in the Organization's plight, even though he had theories and qualms of his own here and there. That was irrelevant now, he was still guilty that he'd betrayed Roxas' trust... and now it looked like Saix wanted Sora to be their puppet. That was bad too... but it was all to a good end... wasn't it? It was too late for regret. So Demyx finally went back into himself, and smiled. Despite everything.
"Why didn't you SAY that?" he put a hand on his hip, acknowledging that he was very close to Saix's face and he smelt even better from up close... but he wouldn't do anything about it. Saix was intelligent enough to know about proximity, (or lack thereof) and Demyx was scattered enough to not care.
"Why would I allow a mere peon to know the entire plan?" He smirked. That was a Saix-joke. As close as he really got to them, he really wasn't being cruel today. Now that he knew about Sora, he could rest much easier.. and then alert the Superior to the sudden change in their situation. Deciding to leave plans about Sora to his Superior for the moment, he seemed content to.. be free for the moment. Gazing over Demyx, he shook his head quietly, detaching a single hand from the frame to cup Demyx's chin and speak softly, ghostly words flowing quietly from him, "Sal o, tor... Ai eis mai vyr." With that, he gave his chin a little squeeze, still watching Demyx while setting the frame back on his bedstand, standing upright this time.
With not a clue as to how their conversation got from yelling, to Saix speaking a different language that sounded very romantic... and cupping his chin, Demyx decided that he didn't care. Without hardly knowing it, he half shut his eyes and put his hand gently on Saix's bare chest. It seemed that the pair were almost thinking the same thing now. Demyx always lived for the moment, because that's the only guaranteed time you have.
"What does that mean?" he asked softly, hoping that Saix wouldn't mood swing again... and... strangle him or something. "It's pretty."
He realised that he knew next to nothing about Saix... and with two things presented to him. A beautiful girl, and beautiful words... the nocturne decided that he was going to find out more. Because, besides gorgeous... he was fascinating.
"It means..." Saix glanced away briefly, as though he was embarrassed to admit what he said. "I simply thanked you...that is all." ...and he said he was proud. But Demyx didn't have to know that. It wasn't necessary information. Suddenly though, he seemed to become very aware of their close proximity... Demyx's hand warm on his chill chest. His bare chest. That made him nervous, his faux heart beating rapidly once again. He was unsure of what to do. Should he shove Demyx away? Force him out? Or... just do nothing and allow it? He opted for the most latter, it was.. really the easiest to go with at the moment. "...you may leave, now. I've gotten all the information I've needed from you. There's no reason to keep you here any longer against your will. I'm sure it's getting late..." It was more than likely 8:30 by then.
Completely back to himself, Demyx grinned winningly, and kept the closeness. Saix thanked him... it was a pretty boring thing to say, but it sounded so beautiful, what did it matter? And it seemed quite special that Saix chose to thank him in... whatever language it was. The room seemed warmer than before. Possibility seemed to throb in the air, and Demyx wasn't going to leave and wonder what if.
He took a risk, feeling the steady rhythm beneath his fingers. That was amazing... calming, strengthening... in its own way. Was he making Saix's "heart" flutter? Cares forgotten, the blonde decided there was definitely more to be extracted from this night.
"I don't have to go. It wouldn't be against my will to stay at all." He cocked his head to the side, the gleam back in his eyes. "It seems like something's unfinished here..." Patiently he waited for Saix's reaction, which would prove interesting no matter what. He drew as close as he dared without touching Saix's more than the anchoring pressure on his chest. Baiting him.
Saix tensed slightly, seeming to realize that Demyx was getting closer and warmer and touching him more.. his heart still pounding heavily in his chest. He could swear that Demyx could hear it also. That scared him. Demyx being able to know his feelings so easily, just from his body's betrayal. Swallowing heavily, he turned his head away, having to take a breath before he can continue. "....unfinished. I don't know what you mean by that." And that scared him too. That he wasn't able to tell what Demyx was thinking or what the musician meant at all. It was difficult to concentrate, so many fake feelings pouring through him, his brain softening to mush at the moment. Yet, he was unable to move away.
Completely absorbed in the "game" now, Demyx was going to get Saix to kiss him first... it was his aim. Seeing the effect he had on Saix made him feel profoundly powerful, and he knew now that he could manage it. Saix was turned away, but hadn't moved away... he looked to be just as hooked as Demyx. Which boded well for the musician. But he had to sway him with words, he wouldn't touch him more than he was except... leisurely, he dug his fingernails... lightly, ever so lightly into the soft skin on Saix's chest.
Now, this was more like it. Even though he'd expected more fight in Saix than it seemed he was receiving.
"I think you do know what I mean..." he smirked. "We still have... desires... you know. That's an instinct." The way he said desires... like it was forbidden, emphasising it... making it seem well, desirable. The desire to fulfill desires... that's just what Saix needed.
Saix trembled when he felt those nails brushing against his skin, just barely digging in. It was certainly noticeable to him -- he was always so sensitive. "We do not say 'desire'... we say 'paerosaer... '" It flowed off his tongue so simply, smoothly... easily. Unable to help himself, he placed his hands on Demyx's shoulders and pulled him just barely closer, head tipping downward as he whispered, "I want you to say it...." He waited in anticipation, almost holding his breath, wanting to hear anything of his language from anyone, even if they were directed to do so. It would make things cozier for him, even if just for a few moments. It was becoming more and more difficult to resist Demyx and inside, he just knew that the musician was baiting him. Yet, at the same time, he didn't really mind.
Victory was closer than a hair's breadth away. The conquest being Saix's lips now... very close. Inviting and soft looking. Some would say too close. Demyx would right now say, not close enough. Funny, how their evening had turned this way. Not regrettable... hearing Saix speak more in that wonderful exotic tongue of his was just further confirmation of what the Melodious Nocturne wanted right here, right now. And Saix wanted Demyx to speak the word too. The word that apparently meant desire. If that wasn't confirmation, what was?
Though it was curious as to why Saix wanted him to say it, far be it from Demyx to say no. He'd never spoken another language, and this one was so hauntingly beautiful. He was oblivious to the complete intentions of Saix, but he knew his own intentions. This close, he wouldn't say no.
"You want me to say it?" he chuckled musically, softly. "Uhm... what was it? Pa.. pa.. pe.. paero... oh, you make it sound so easy. But beautiful..." Demyx felt oddly awkward before locking gazes with his new plight and saying it tentatively and looking for approval, ".. paero.. saer."
It didn't sound bad persay. Mostly he'd gotten the word to sound the same as Saix said it... but the Diviner's words were so chilling and ghostly. As always, Demyx was the polar opposite: musical, happy. It didn't really sort the word... but it seemed to fit the definition of desire and the pair's approaches to it.
Saix almost seemed sad as he gazed down at Demyx, his eyes faintly reflecting some sort of hidden sorrow as Demyx spoke that word. A hand rose and glided through the air, it went past Demyx's face, just barely missing brushing his skin. He repeated that action with his other hand and both hands then rested on the musician's shoulders as Saix pulled him closer and tipped his head downward, closing his eyes, whispering softly... forehead resting on Demyx's.. "Ai paerosi o... sar paerosi sai sys.. air shor shi si ael os ti... or mystaendyrn Ai talyr vaeror.." His own words seemed to give him a sense of comfort. That language was buried deep in his memories and he refused to acknowledge it most of the time. Taking in a shallow breath, his grip on the nocturne's shoulders tightened and he crushed their lips together passionately.
Demyx barely understood what was going on, let alone the long sentences that Saix was spouting. Yet, he felt a need to understand... considering the way Saix was acting. Maybe they just hadn't spent much time together, but he'd only ever considered Saix as... angry. Worthy of respect... fun to mess around with. This only proved how many layers there are underneath, if you only care to look.
He didn't make a sound as Saix spoke to him, his being forehead rested on. It seemed like it would be forbidden to interrupt him, and even though he didn't understand, and he felt the burning desire to ask what the Berserker was saying, he still said nothing. He didn't even smile, he just let his breath catch in his chest and watched the other man until he finally leaned in, and Demyx got the kiss he wanted.
Then, everything was forgotten. It was impossible to think of anything except his hand on Saix's chest, Saix's hand on his shoulders... and their lips meeting. Soft and warm. As good as he expected. Placing his other hand warm on the diviner's chest, he fluttered his eyes shut and responded with a soft moan in to Saix's lips.
The Nobody felt a sudden warmth... melting away just a fraction of his icy exterior as Demyx accepted his kiss and seemed very appreciate of it. With only thinking of a need to have someone close to him, he slid his hands down Demyx's chest.. then wound his arms around his waist, hugging him close as he held their kiss, tipping his head just slightly to the side. He was desperate. It was difficult to keep from taking it any further already. In a way, Saix was torn. To keep kissing Demyx and risk something happening, or to put an end to it now and leave him confused and possibly banish him from his sight. One thing was very clear to him, though: the guilt weighing heavier and heavier in his chest. So, soon, he pulled away from Demyx, glancing to the side... that picture seems to stare right at him. A reminder. I broke...
His fists clenched then and he couldn't bear to speak. He let the awkward silence hang in the air, nearly breathless.
As Saix broke away, Demyx was oddly reminded of surfacing after being underwater, the completely different feeling... the breathlessness and if you'd been under long enough, that dizzy feeling lasting only seconds. Demyx didn't understand any of this evening, and now, in the silence, panting and trying to catch Saix's gaze, he almost wished he hadn't come at all. It seemed like murderous number VII was easier to deal with than this one. He was confused, he couldn't shake it. He wasn't mad... not even hurt. Saix looked confused enough. A little disappointed sure, but there was something deeper here. Maybe if Demyx could dig within himself, he could find a little patience for once and strive to find out what it was. He hadn't wanted to do that in a long time.
Finally, Demyx reached his hand up wiped the blood away from his chin... what remained anyway. Saix must've tasted some when he kissed him, but he could be no stranger to the taste of Demyx's blood by now. Then he walked forward again, not trying to touch the Diviner, but only to order softly.
"Look at me, Saix." He waited, and if Saix looked at him as he asked he would say one word, which would remain to be seen the reaction to it. "Why?"
Saix did turn, unable to help himself. He gazed evenly at Demyx... that ice in his gaze beginning to harden again as he looked the nocturne over carefully, more than once with his blazing eyes. "Why, what? I won't guarantee you an answer, but you should at least be specific about what it is you wish to know." His voice was a quiet hiss, rather typical of his dark, as previously stated, murderous self. Saix huffed slightly and walked over to his window, hands on the sill as he looked out at the school grounds, toward the forest. "State what is on your mind and then leave me. After your report, I have no further use for you. I will alert the Superior that you will not be taking any more missions, as you are not truthworthy enough. If you have any complaints about that, you can take it up with him yourself."
Putting a hand to his forehead Demyx groaned in frustration. If he could've had anything then, it would be for Saix to forget his reason for a second and come back to kissing Demyx. But it didn't look like that was going to happen. In fact, it looked like Saix was back to being Saix. What a let down.
Damnit, I have to get him now.
Demyx laughed into his hand, and then looked up... he also, completely back to himself. The gleam was back and so was the grin. Opinions may have forever been murdered... but that seemed like a good thing.
"Saixie, you idiot. You're just going to say that? I've done better on my mission than anyone has so far, dude. Even you. I'm fine with not doing anything else, especially if it's like what I just did for you. I didn't betray you, I betrayed someone else and you're not even grateful. But it doesn't mean I'm just going to go away." Demy didn't particularly like talking to Saix's back, but he hardly had a choice. "You wanted me just there, don't tell me you didn't. And if you want me still, I'm here. Don't make that a one time thing. My opinion of you was just getting better. I think there's a lot I could find out, namely the last thing you said to me."
Okay, he was ranting, but he did that when he was confused. It was probably better than him gnawing his lip off like before.
You hardly betrayed anyone else. You came here for the simple purpose of betraying me, Number IX. Have you forgotten already, that you refused to tell me what you had learned of Roxas and Sora? Of their connection to one another? You did betray me, I had to badger you to tell me. If you had come to me both on-time and given up the data I wanted, we would not be having this conversation. You would have been rewarded, would quite possible have at least a shred of respect from me, and we would... generally... take you seriously. Yet you ruined that for yourself by being an idiot. Which, was really no surprise at all."
Saix turned to face Demyx, that infernal smirk curling his lips, eyes narrowed as though he were plotting something reprehensible. He completely ignored what Demyx said about their kiss mere moments ago. Less than five minutes ago! Already, he was putting that behind him.. sealing it, ignoring it, pretending that it did not exist.
"I know we live a half-existence and everything, but jeez, could you be anymore boring? You think I just wanted praise. I don't care if you think I'm an idiot. I probably am an idiot; the fact is I live for more than just the Organization. Even a half-life." Demyx swallowed. He wasn't annoyed, at all. He'd had this sort of conversation before "if you'd done it properly maybe things would be different and we wouldn't treat you like a child"... blah blah. Demyx didn't want to be treated like Saix was.
"I'm going to tell you so you understand Saix, more than you're doing for me at least. 'Cause you know, I'm nice and all." Demyx grinned, at least he was able to look at the man now. To all this would look like an argument, but really, it was Demyx stalling because he was bored and he to see if he could bait anything else out of the night of possibilities, he done well so far.
"I didn't want to betray anyone, Saix. But I was forced to make a choice. What does it matter that I was planning not to tell you? In the end, I didn't hold back, did I?"
Demyx inhaled deeply through his nose and found another railing point.
"And another thing, what's with this mood swing? What happened to that other Saix? The one talking to me like that. You just kissed me, don't you remember? Or was that an accident? An enjoyable accident, I must say."
Demyx was poking the sleeping dragon that liked to eat sitarists, but he was having fun again... so nothing was going to stop him.
My one moment of weakness will never be overlooked...
Taking in an annoyed breath, he glared at Demyx, hands on his hips in an almost authoritative stance. "You're barking up the wrong tree. If you want some interesting story, some large past revealed, some epiphany to happen, for someone to trust you with their everything, you need to go somewhere else because I have absolutely nothing to give you. The only thing you are succeeding in is irritating me and frustrating me and I know that you are very aware of it. If you had any sense of self-worth or sense of wanting to keep yourself in one piece, you should be quiet and turn away from here. Leave my presence and forget about this night."
"Oh no, you're not getting rid of me. I wasn't asking for your life story, if you asked for mine I wouldn't tell you, so how's it fair that I get to hear yours." Even Demyx knew that he was barking up the wrong tree, maybe though, if he barked long enough the tree would turn into the right tree. Perhaps now it was the right tree, he just had to keep on barking.
"I'm not leaving. And how do you plan to make me forget? You're not going to forget, I can see that much. There's too much fun left for me to go away. Don't talk about "self-worth" or anything, because it seems like mine is much better than yours if you're gunna hurt me."
A little voice had started up in Demyx's head, leave or you die... leave now, do what he says... or you DIE. YOU IDIOT. As always, he ignored reason and stayed for the amusement.
"I never forget anything. You could ask me what my first year's celebration of life was like and I could tell you every tiny detail of it. I've lived for many long years and even after becoming what I am now, this empty shell, I STILL remember." And... he seemed almost bitter about that. Not all Nobodies remembered their lives so well. It haunted him sometimes, at night. He would have nightmares, filled with memories of his prior life, of the people he once knew. The people he lo-- "As you wish. I will not speak any more of self-worth, for neither of us possess any. As we are nothing, we should think of ourselves as nothing and mercilessly pursue our goal. You do remember our goal, do you not? What we crave, what will make us complete? It seems as though you have the habit of living in the moment, pretending to live, and forget."
"My GOD, I want my heart back too Saix... but haven't you looked around? Don't you see that you can find that in other ways? Have you ever SEEN Roxas and Axel? Why does every conversation I ever have resolve back to my heart? I don't get any of this!" Demyx laughed out loud, pulling at his hair as he did so, managing to make himself look quite batty. Close enough, he reached forward and poked Saix sharply in the chest. "I won't even pretend to get you! Why are you so set on making yourself miserable? Of course I know what we're after, why can't we live at the same time?! You don't want to be happy?"
Still, amongst his raised voice and numerous rhetorical questions on an opinion he hardly shared with anyone, he still wasn't angry. He didn't even know what he was doing. Perhaps he was just waiting for Saix to take a swing at him. Maybe just to confirm that the person from before was completely gone back to blah blah blah, hearts hearts hearts number VII.
"Your heart just isn't as important to you as it is me. You can live without it. I, obviously, cannot. I do not see what is so difficult to understand about that." In fact... to be perfectly honest, Saix was jealous. SO jealous of Demyx. This boy was able to laugh and smile and breathe and be carefree... no worries, without his heart. He was able to live and move past things and go on when he, himself, could not even imagine it. How it would be to just... live. No pain, no worries, no haunting memories from long ago. "...you have no depth to you, though. So I shouldn't be surprised by your confusion." And again, he ignored it. He ignored Demyx's questions about why he insisted on being miserable and alone and tired.
"You think you know me?" Demyx asked Saix, his voice losing the sharp quality when he was ranting. It sounded like Saix had Demyx all figured out, and in truth, he had no clue. His web of false emotions was so weaved that it seemed even to him that it was real. He was carefree, he did feel happiness. It was almost incredible. Yet, he couldn't feel the whole spectrum of emotions... and there was always something not there. But Saix was right, Demyx could live without his heart, until he found it. Maybe all Saix needed was for someone to show him that he could do that too. He was so haunted, to an extent that Demyx couldn't ever know... but it didn't mean it couldn't be aided.
"You have no idea, because you would never bother to find out. Because having relationships... even friendships, that's so pointless, isn't it? You want closeness as much as everyone else." Demyx poked his tongue out, and laughed. "Try to tell me I'm wrong. But... you think you know all about me? Tell me, what was my name before I joined the Organization?"
"I don't care what your name was before you joined the Organization. I don't care what your true name is. And, not only do I not care in the least, but it is none of my business." Yet that couldn't have been further from the truth. Saix craved knowledge about his fellow Nobodies. What their names were, how old they were, how long they'd been Nobodies, what differences in their personalities there were, how they were able to cope with their memories. Everything intrigued him and he was simply desperate but could not force himself to ask or open up to anyone else. It was too difficult. The most he could do was suppress his memories and desires for companionship, for friends... and just go on in his barely half-existence, working toward becoming whole once again.
Demyx sighed heavily and shook his head at Saix, realising how long he'd been here, debating with Saix without a subject to identify their discussions by. And where had it gotten him? Nowhere, nowhere at all. He could talk forever, making points that would never be admitted for their truth and slammed for their falsities. What now? He could tell Saix his life story that he didn't like talking about, but he remembered so very well. That wouldn't get anyone anywhere, Demyx believed Saix when he said he didn't care. And now... he was undeniably sleepy.
"This is Axel's dorm too right? Hmm..." the sitarist had made a split second decision. He was tired of talking to the brick wall that Saix seemed to be, but he still saw possibility, and he meant what he said when he said he wasn't leaving. So he simply, blinked at Saix, unzipped his sweatshirt, shed it. Then, the shirt underneath it, leaving him in the cream band t-shirt underneath, with goosebumps rising on his arms. Soon, still looking in Saix's eyes, he got rid of that too... and stood, freezing cold and shirtless.
"I'll make you happy Saix, okay?" and he grinned blissfully, holding his clothes under one arm and trying not to shiver and look collected.
Saix paled slightly when Demyx began undressing and he looked as though he may faint when he said that he would make Saix happy. He backed away and hit the window, clearing his throat, nodding. "Yes. It is also Axel's dormitory." He had nothing else to say. He only hoped that this was some sort of cruel joke and that Demyx was not coming onto him. That Demyx was trying to scare him and was pushing him to get a reaction. That Demyx would hopefully just be leaving! That was what would make Saix the most happy, moreso than anything else. "...fine then. Make me happy."
"Oh... not that sort of happy. Not right now anyway. Unless you really want it." He winked at the shellshocked man before him. "But I will, give me time. I'm going to have you Saix." Demyx pretended to look thoughtful as he threw a party inside and could've whooped for joy over the reaction he got. If it was that easy all along, he should've just done that earlier. It was hilarious! Who knew Saix was that easy to shake?
Cold as hell, Demyx had to implement the rest of his plan before he got pneumonia or the like of it. The Organization doctor was Vexen, and his bedside manner was less than... fun. So Demyx would prefer to stay fit and healthy.
"Well, I don't think Axel will mind if I slept in his bed. Tidus as well, right? He probably would mind either. Would you mind? I mean, your bed looks pretty warm. I've decided I'll stay here for the night."
Demyx certainly felt like the ball as in his court and ruffling his hair back to it's original beauty, he grinned and waited, loving the look on Saix's face. It took all of his control not to go over and lick him. It would probably make him jump out the window by the looks of things now.
"WHAT! " Saix was not happy. The prospect of Demyx staying in his dormitory, let alone his very own bed was absolutely frightening and he just simply could not allow it! Stepping forward, Saix reaches to grab Demyx by his bare shoulders and attempt to steer him so he'd be facing the door. "Go stay with Axel, go stay with Tidus, go home, I don't care, but get the hell out of my room." And he'd start shoving, maneuvering the musician to the door. "I don't even care what you do with them while you're in bed with them, I don't care, don't even tell me, just get out."
What: Bickering? Interrogation? Reporting!
When: A.. week more than likely before the dance. Somewhere thereabout.
Where: Saix's room.
Warnings: Elvish?
Demyx chewed his lip as he made his way in less than slow fashion to Saix's dorm. The berserker had written for him to be there at 7 sharp. More than half an hour later than that hour, Demyx could only wonder if quarter to eight was sharp enough for Saix. Probably not. In fact, he was probably going to get really mad. But Demyx had just been so hungry he just had to finish his dinner... and the two servings of dessert after that. Plus a rather large amount of hot chocolate to go with that. Or maybe that was a cover. He had thought about it... and now he wasn't sure if he even wanted to tell Saix what he was supposed to be telling him. If he didn't, Saix would... hurt him. If he did, he betrays Roxas and Sora. Either way, the poor musician couldn't win this one.
Right now, to any passers by he would look ridiculous. Wearing half his pajamas (the bottoms) and a rather fluffy pair of blue slippers as well as a large hooded sweatshirt in navy blue, unzipped slightly to reveal a random band t-shirt and a checkered shirt over that... as well as a small pendant of almost glowing blue dangling on his chest. Yet... he wasn't paying heed to what Saix would think of his attire, but to what he was going to do to get out of a betrayal.
Still chewing his lip so it became almost painful, Demyx knocked on the door this time. After all, he needed more time to think.
Saix had been waiting. And waiting. And waiting. AND WAITING FOR THAT DAMN MUSICIAN. Being punctual was very important to him -- it always had been. Around 7:30, he decided Demyx more than likely was not on his way there and he decided to take his nightly shower instead. He washed up, all slick and nice under the stream of hot water... it took around fifteen minutes.. he could swear he heard a knock at the door. Tying a fluffy purple towel around his waist, he left the bathroom and headed toward the door. His hair was stick-straight except for his layer that's normally combed straight back.. instead it falls in little layers flipping out around his face. His body was flushed a light pink from the heat of the water.. he was rather wet. Droplets sparkling on his skin. Opening up the door, he blinked a few times. His bangs even partially hid his scar. He seemed... almost too pretty to be Saix.
Demyx could only return the blinks. How was it that he managed to catch Saix pretty much clothless every time he visited. It wasn't bad at all... in fact it was good... and right now, the berserker looked good enough to do a lot of illicit things to. While not around Saix, it was easy to forget how attractive he was. Right now, how attractive he was practically being thrown into the Nocturne's face. And his plot for getting Saix crawled back into his currently addled mind, screwing it up more.
No time for that! Demyx had a plight... and he couldn't forget it. Still, he couldn't stop staring, his eyes as wide as saucerplates. What the hell am I going to do? AHHHH~ someone help me!!
"Umm..." the rare occasion where Demyx was lost for words had finally come. His mouth was hanging open, forcing him to stop chewing his lip, even though there was already an unheeded dripple of blood forming at the corner from his teeth cutting into his lip. "Umm... late... um... I'm sorry... I..." he wasn't talking normally, in fact he was squeaking. But his shocked look was so adorable, even with blood on his chin that it hardly mattered. "... Clothes?"
Yes, clothes on Saix would certainly help his plight.
Saix reached out, rather annoyed... but, he wipes that little bit of blood from Demyx's chin with his index finger and glances down at it.. then back over at the musician. "I agree. You are very late. Go sit. I will be with you momentarily." Turning, he idly licked the minut amount of blood from his finger and disappeared into his room, closing the door tightly behind him. Searching through his dresser, he had to force himself not to slam the doors. Being a stickler for getting someplace on a timely fashion, he was very annoyed that Demyx hadn't done his best to at least get to his room within the first half-hour. It was nearly 8! Shaking his head, he sighed, pulling on a pair of black cotton pants, happy little pajama pants, and a slate grey shirt that he left unbuttoned, he ran a comb through his hair, not bothering to style it. It was only Demyx. No one he really had to be pretty for.
After five to seven minutes, he came out of his room and slid onto the couch, regardless of where Demyx was. He leaned back slightly, running his fingers through his hair, apparently relaxing. "Report."
Amongst everything, Demyx almost fainted when Saix reached out to wipe the blood off his chin... he hadn't known it was there, and now he was really scared. That was twice that Saix had consumed some of his blood. Hot, but scary.
OKAY! STOP WORRYING ABOUT SAIX! SIT DOWN AND THINK OF HOW YOU'RE GOING TO GET OUT OF THIS.
Padding soundlessly across the room, he sat down, blot upright on Saix's bed and unable to help it, he began chewing his lip again. He always fiddled when he was uncomfortable, and that adjective certainly fit his mood now. Unused to thinking so many thoughts he tried to isolate each idea and evaluate which he was going to do. HE HAD TO WIGGLE OUT OF THIS.
Saix came back after several minutes of Demyx wondering what the hell he was going to do. Apparently the rather beautiful diviner had decided that he would be better with his shirt unbuttoned. Which of course was just wonderful for Demyx's concentration. He still looked hot. And Demyx could smell him from where he was sitting on the couch. Now he was so scattered he was probably about to chew a hole through his lip, he could taste the blood now. But he just couldn't stop himself.
So tense he felt like he was about to snap in half, he replied, "Ah... I think... I can't... tell you anymore..."
Saix was quiet, continuing to toy with his hair and briefly inspect his nails. He then lounged back, legs spread slightly, feet up on the couch... and his fiery gaze then turned and situated itself on Demyx. The Nobody was unreadable. There was no emotion or even the slightest inkling of feeling moving over his face, passing through his eyes, nothing at all. It was a few minutes before he asked, "Do you not trust me?" What a question. It was incredibly difficult to tell if he was being honest, serious... truly curious... or if he was simply attempting to guilt Demyx. They were all quite possible in their own ways. "Do you not believe that I would do the right thing with whatever information you've managed to gather?" That gaze never left Demyx's face. He was unblinking, focusing his attention on Demyx. Our favorite elf's voice was soft as usual... with the smallest hint of question.
"I trust you Saix... I don't know WHY... but I do... and I don't want to displease you." Demyx made a very crappy attempt at a smile. "But... I can't betray him... it's too much." Chewing his lip again, Demyx ran his hand through his hair, effectively ruining it but not caring as he exploded. "OH GOD I CAN'T WIN! Don't you see?! Either way I betray someone... what am I supposed to do?"
Okay... you revealed too much. Demyx there and then decided he sucked at keeping secrets, he sucked at missions... and even this one was too much. He'd prefer killing someone to this. Actually, he wouldn't, he was just so harassed that's what he would like to think at the moment. Watching Saix was bad enough. God, he was hot, even if he had about as much animation in his face as an ironing board.
No no no! The sitarist was so frustrated he was on the point of insanity. Comparing Saix to an ironing board, it was laughable. In fact, Demyx did laugh. Suddenly and loudly. At least it was some sort of release, Demyx was honestly close to some sort of crack.
And then... he got it. All he had to do was distract Saix. That would do it. Finally, the stroke of Demyx-brilliance he was waiting for.
"...you can't betray who, exactly? Roxas? ....or.. could it be Sora?" Saix's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Demyx's explosion and laughter fits. Now thinking that the musician more than likely WAS insane, as he always thought, he felt a little better. calmer on the inside somehow. You see, Saix knew how to deal with crazy people. Be compassionate. "Calm down. You are banned from any future missions. You're a page boy." And... oddly, that was compassion for Saix. He was just so empathetic that he felt Demyx's need to do absolutely nothing! Really. But the blond's reactions certainly meant that he did find some very juicy pieces of information. Information he needed greatly. But the question was, how was he supposed to get it out of Demyx. Especially if he was so adamant about not betraying anyone. Suddenly, Saix wasn't sure he liked the sudden gleam he saw in his companion's eye. "I'd advice telling me what you've learned before you end up really displeasing me."
Dangerous waters was where the conversation was right now, even if Demyx was inwardly celebrating the fact that Saix had let him off anymore missions. Saix wasn't the superior, so he couldn't exactly stop all missions... but he could certainly aid the process, and make sure that Demyx never had to report to him again. Which pretty much meant Demyx they would never have to see each other again. For some reason this niggled at the sitarist. This teeny niggle combined with the fact that Saix was demanding that he betray Roxas caused him to start biting his lip again. It must've been getting annoying to watch, and it certainly was bloody and painful... still, he just couldn't stop.
"I can't tell you... but I've done enough haven't I? I said stuff about Sora. I've pretty much betrayed him... why do I have to do it to someone else?"
Clapping a hand over his own mouth he could've kicked himself.
AGAIN, YOU REVEALED TOO MUCH, AGAIN. And... you haven't even distracted him. Thinking quickly, Demyx's eyes came to rest on one of Saix's ears... and he got an idea. Finally. Still with his lip between his teeth, he grinned.
"If you come here, I'll whisper it to you."
"If you think I'd be stupid enough to fall for something so childish, you're not as crazy as I thought. You really are plain and simple -- an idiot." Turning away, Saix stood up and flipped his damp hair over his shoulder while making his way to the bathroom again. He flicked on the light and looked in the mirror, attempting to fix his hair, but it was quite difficult. His particular gene pool dictates that his hair should fall flat, despite the layers he's put in. Thus was why he typically had to style it somehow. Quietly cursing himself, he fingered his hair a bit more before noticing he left his earrings in while he showered. Growling once more on the inside, he removed the little studs and rubbed at his tender pierced flesh. If Demyx wasn't going to talk, Saix basically figured that he should just move on to other things he typically did around this time of night.
Okay... biting Saix's ear plan was a total failure. And now Saix had gone uninterested on him. It was probably a terrible idea anyway... Saix probably would've killed him for doing it.
Demyx didn't bother wiping the blood away from his chin, he took one look at Saix who was peering in the mirror and decided he needed to regroup and try again.
He looked around, swinging his legs, making no attempts to offer rebuttal of Saix's insults. Slightly chilly, he zipped up his sweat shirt and fiddled with his glowing pendant that always fascinated him, no matter how many times he wore it. The room was plain, and nothing was standing out that would aid him. Soon, Demyx spotted a picture frame near him on the bedside table, face-down. It didn't go through his mind that it might be like that for a reason... and he was so rude that he reached over and picked it up, guffawing in delight as soon as he saw the occupant of the picture.
"A girl!" he exclaimed. "Saix... you have a picture of a girl? Who is it?"
If there was an audience watching the pair's conversation, they would probably be right now yelling at how incredibly stupid Demyx was.
That audience would certainly yell at Demyx.. and shriek as they saw a large bottle of shampoo go flying right by Demyx's head and just narrowly miss the Nocturne. It left a sizeable dent in the wall, though. That poor wall certainly didn't deserve it. Certainly, Demyx was lucky that Saix was too shaken by his sudden discovery to be able to aim more precisely. Otherwise Demyx would have blood on more places that just his chin alone. Trembling, Saix came out of the bathroom and zoomed straight over, reaching to swipe the frame out of Demyx's hands. If the blond attempting to snatch it away... well. Saix would claw at his poor sitarist hands and turn away, coddling the frame to his chest... his non-existant heart beating frantically. It's honestly taking every shred of his willpower to keep from going berserk and tearing his companion apart. Every little hair on his arms and on the back of his neck are sticking up. He seemed frazzled.. like a cat threatened by water.
Not expecting that at all, Demyx had managed to distract Saix without even trying to. He had just been curious, but it had turned bad as the shampoo came flying and the picture was unexpectedly ripped out of his hands. He had meant nothing malicious by looking at it, he was merely curious... and now, he was shocked. Curiosity was almost becoming insatiable as Saix reacted so strangely, and Demyx just stared at him. He was almost compassionate to Saix, he didn't mind angering him. But he didn't want to upset him. He had even less of an idea what to do now, he could only look up at Saix towering over him, shaking.
At least he was distracted.
"I'm sorry... I was just... I'm sorry."
Having the decency to apologise was one merit point for the Nocturne, but he just wasn't the sort of person to learn a lesson that easily, and his curiousity was almost burning him inside.
"Who is that girl, Saix?" his voice was gentle like water, but his words once again... foolish.
Saix was too shocked and appalled at his own actions for words... but then again, he felt justified and wanted to murder Demyx for daring to snoop around his room. He felt inclined to answer Demyx. He knew any answer other than "nothing" would only make him more curious but he could never refer to her as 'nothing'. Never. He would sooner take his own life -- impale his own heart upon finding it, even. "Don't be sorry." Saix closed his eyes, trying to simply breathe... breathe and calm himself down. "Do not apologize to me. If you were sorry at all..." Saix turned then, eyes alight with passion fueled by anger as he pointed at Demyx with the hand that also held the picture. "YOU WOULD TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT ROXAS AND SORA!!"
Demyx was now scared and finally, he'd decided not to delve any deeper into the matter of the woman in the picture. Lesson learned. But now they'd moved right back to Roxas and Sora. And it seemed like Saix knew already. So why did he need to know? Why did he need to put Demyx in this place? His face contorted into a pained expression that looked so wrong on the usually happy musician. It didn't look like he had any choice. His only hope was that this didn't cause pain for his two friends. One old, one new. There had to betrayal today, and it didn't look like it was going to be Saix.
Taking a deep breath, Demyx stood, almost at eye level with Saix and still didn't look happy. It took a lot of his control to look Saix in the eyes, but he managed it. In fact, amazingly, he looked almost angry.
"You want to know? I don't know why it's important to the rest of us, but if you hurt them, I swear you're going to have to get rid of me first, because I will fight for this."
It was certainly a day of firsts for Demyx.
"Sora is Roxas' heart. His somebody. I've told you that. Now you tell me why it's important, and you tell me now."
Saix.... had no idea that Sora was actually THAT close to Roxas. Perhaps related somehow, but to actually be Number XIII's heart.. that was just too perfect. Too, too perfect! "Because, Demyx..." Saix smirks to himself, hugging the frame to his chest again as he stepped closer, staring right at him, being his typical, icy, intimidating self. However, now, he seemed anything but icy. He seemed almost.. excited. "...that explains why I've felt the presence of two keyblades. Sora and Roxas appear to both be able to wield separate keyblades. That means we can fight more heartless. Free more hearts. Fill Kingdom Hearts twice as fast. Imagine if we summoned heartless, by the dozens, and we sent Sora and Roxas out there in the field to kill them all... release all of those hearts. Do you not see..?"
Demyx didn't know that Sora wielded a keyblade... and with that explanation, it all made sense. It was simple. He was close to Saix now, and the anger died down within him. This was... good. It brought them closer to their hearts, and Demyx did believe in the Organization's plight, even though he had theories and qualms of his own here and there. That was irrelevant now, he was still guilty that he'd betrayed Roxas' trust... and now it looked like Saix wanted Sora to be their puppet. That was bad too... but it was all to a good end... wasn't it? It was too late for regret. So Demyx finally went back into himself, and smiled. Despite everything.
"Why didn't you SAY that?" he put a hand on his hip, acknowledging that he was very close to Saix's face and he smelt even better from up close... but he wouldn't do anything about it. Saix was intelligent enough to know about proximity, (or lack thereof) and Demyx was scattered enough to not care.
"Why would I allow a mere peon to know the entire plan?" He smirked. That was a Saix-joke. As close as he really got to them, he really wasn't being cruel today. Now that he knew about Sora, he could rest much easier.. and then alert the Superior to the sudden change in their situation. Deciding to leave plans about Sora to his Superior for the moment, he seemed content to.. be free for the moment. Gazing over Demyx, he shook his head quietly, detaching a single hand from the frame to cup Demyx's chin and speak softly, ghostly words flowing quietly from him, "Sal o, tor... Ai eis mai vyr." With that, he gave his chin a little squeeze, still watching Demyx while setting the frame back on his bedstand, standing upright this time.
With not a clue as to how their conversation got from yelling, to Saix speaking a different language that sounded very romantic... and cupping his chin, Demyx decided that he didn't care. Without hardly knowing it, he half shut his eyes and put his hand gently on Saix's bare chest. It seemed that the pair were almost thinking the same thing now. Demyx always lived for the moment, because that's the only guaranteed time you have.
"What does that mean?" he asked softly, hoping that Saix wouldn't mood swing again... and... strangle him or something. "It's pretty."
He realised that he knew next to nothing about Saix... and with two things presented to him. A beautiful girl, and beautiful words... the nocturne decided that he was going to find out more. Because, besides gorgeous... he was fascinating.
"It means..." Saix glanced away briefly, as though he was embarrassed to admit what he said. "I simply thanked you...that is all." ...and he said he was proud. But Demyx didn't have to know that. It wasn't necessary information. Suddenly though, he seemed to become very aware of their close proximity... Demyx's hand warm on his chill chest. His bare chest. That made him nervous, his faux heart beating rapidly once again. He was unsure of what to do. Should he shove Demyx away? Force him out? Or... just do nothing and allow it? He opted for the most latter, it was.. really the easiest to go with at the moment. "...you may leave, now. I've gotten all the information I've needed from you. There's no reason to keep you here any longer against your will. I'm sure it's getting late..." It was more than likely 8:30 by then.
Completely back to himself, Demyx grinned winningly, and kept the closeness. Saix thanked him... it was a pretty boring thing to say, but it sounded so beautiful, what did it matter? And it seemed quite special that Saix chose to thank him in... whatever language it was. The room seemed warmer than before. Possibility seemed to throb in the air, and Demyx wasn't going to leave and wonder what if.
He took a risk, feeling the steady rhythm beneath his fingers. That was amazing... calming, strengthening... in its own way. Was he making Saix's "heart" flutter? Cares forgotten, the blonde decided there was definitely more to be extracted from this night.
"I don't have to go. It wouldn't be against my will to stay at all." He cocked his head to the side, the gleam back in his eyes. "It seems like something's unfinished here..." Patiently he waited for Saix's reaction, which would prove interesting no matter what. He drew as close as he dared without touching Saix's more than the anchoring pressure on his chest. Baiting him.
Saix tensed slightly, seeming to realize that Demyx was getting closer and warmer and touching him more.. his heart still pounding heavily in his chest. He could swear that Demyx could hear it also. That scared him. Demyx being able to know his feelings so easily, just from his body's betrayal. Swallowing heavily, he turned his head away, having to take a breath before he can continue. "....unfinished. I don't know what you mean by that." And that scared him too. That he wasn't able to tell what Demyx was thinking or what the musician meant at all. It was difficult to concentrate, so many fake feelings pouring through him, his brain softening to mush at the moment. Yet, he was unable to move away.
Completely absorbed in the "game" now, Demyx was going to get Saix to kiss him first... it was his aim. Seeing the effect he had on Saix made him feel profoundly powerful, and he knew now that he could manage it. Saix was turned away, but hadn't moved away... he looked to be just as hooked as Demyx. Which boded well for the musician. But he had to sway him with words, he wouldn't touch him more than he was except... leisurely, he dug his fingernails... lightly, ever so lightly into the soft skin on Saix's chest.
Now, this was more like it. Even though he'd expected more fight in Saix than it seemed he was receiving.
"I think you do know what I mean..." he smirked. "We still have... desires... you know. That's an instinct." The way he said desires... like it was forbidden, emphasising it... making it seem well, desirable. The desire to fulfill desires... that's just what Saix needed.
Saix trembled when he felt those nails brushing against his skin, just barely digging in. It was certainly noticeable to him -- he was always so sensitive. "We do not say 'desire'... we say 'paerosaer... '" It flowed off his tongue so simply, smoothly... easily. Unable to help himself, he placed his hands on Demyx's shoulders and pulled him just barely closer, head tipping downward as he whispered, "I want you to say it...." He waited in anticipation, almost holding his breath, wanting to hear anything of his language from anyone, even if they were directed to do so. It would make things cozier for him, even if just for a few moments. It was becoming more and more difficult to resist Demyx and inside, he just knew that the musician was baiting him. Yet, at the same time, he didn't really mind.
Victory was closer than a hair's breadth away. The conquest being Saix's lips now... very close. Inviting and soft looking. Some would say too close. Demyx would right now say, not close enough. Funny, how their evening had turned this way. Not regrettable... hearing Saix speak more in that wonderful exotic tongue of his was just further confirmation of what the Melodious Nocturne wanted right here, right now. And Saix wanted Demyx to speak the word too. The word that apparently meant desire. If that wasn't confirmation, what was?
Though it was curious as to why Saix wanted him to say it, far be it from Demyx to say no. He'd never spoken another language, and this one was so hauntingly beautiful. He was oblivious to the complete intentions of Saix, but he knew his own intentions. This close, he wouldn't say no.
"You want me to say it?" he chuckled musically, softly. "Uhm... what was it? Pa.. pa.. pe.. paero... oh, you make it sound so easy. But beautiful..." Demyx felt oddly awkward before locking gazes with his new plight and saying it tentatively and looking for approval, ".. paero.. saer."
It didn't sound bad persay. Mostly he'd gotten the word to sound the same as Saix said it... but the Diviner's words were so chilling and ghostly. As always, Demyx was the polar opposite: musical, happy. It didn't really sort the word... but it seemed to fit the definition of desire and the pair's approaches to it.
Saix almost seemed sad as he gazed down at Demyx, his eyes faintly reflecting some sort of hidden sorrow as Demyx spoke that word. A hand rose and glided through the air, it went past Demyx's face, just barely missing brushing his skin. He repeated that action with his other hand and both hands then rested on the musician's shoulders as Saix pulled him closer and tipped his head downward, closing his eyes, whispering softly... forehead resting on Demyx's.. "Ai paerosi o... sar paerosi sai sys.. air shor shi si ael os ti... or mystaendyrn Ai talyr vaeror.." His own words seemed to give him a sense of comfort. That language was buried deep in his memories and he refused to acknowledge it most of the time. Taking in a shallow breath, his grip on the nocturne's shoulders tightened and he crushed their lips together passionately.
Demyx barely understood what was going on, let alone the long sentences that Saix was spouting. Yet, he felt a need to understand... considering the way Saix was acting. Maybe they just hadn't spent much time together, but he'd only ever considered Saix as... angry. Worthy of respect... fun to mess around with. This only proved how many layers there are underneath, if you only care to look.
He didn't make a sound as Saix spoke to him, his being forehead rested on. It seemed like it would be forbidden to interrupt him, and even though he didn't understand, and he felt the burning desire to ask what the Berserker was saying, he still said nothing. He didn't even smile, he just let his breath catch in his chest and watched the other man until he finally leaned in, and Demyx got the kiss he wanted.
Then, everything was forgotten. It was impossible to think of anything except his hand on Saix's chest, Saix's hand on his shoulders... and their lips meeting. Soft and warm. As good as he expected. Placing his other hand warm on the diviner's chest, he fluttered his eyes shut and responded with a soft moan in to Saix's lips.
The Nobody felt a sudden warmth... melting away just a fraction of his icy exterior as Demyx accepted his kiss and seemed very appreciate of it. With only thinking of a need to have someone close to him, he slid his hands down Demyx's chest.. then wound his arms around his waist, hugging him close as he held their kiss, tipping his head just slightly to the side. He was desperate. It was difficult to keep from taking it any further already. In a way, Saix was torn. To keep kissing Demyx and risk something happening, or to put an end to it now and leave him confused and possibly banish him from his sight. One thing was very clear to him, though: the guilt weighing heavier and heavier in his chest. So, soon, he pulled away from Demyx, glancing to the side... that picture seems to stare right at him. A reminder. I broke...
His fists clenched then and he couldn't bear to speak. He let the awkward silence hang in the air, nearly breathless.
As Saix broke away, Demyx was oddly reminded of surfacing after being underwater, the completely different feeling... the breathlessness and if you'd been under long enough, that dizzy feeling lasting only seconds. Demyx didn't understand any of this evening, and now, in the silence, panting and trying to catch Saix's gaze, he almost wished he hadn't come at all. It seemed like murderous number VII was easier to deal with than this one. He was confused, he couldn't shake it. He wasn't mad... not even hurt. Saix looked confused enough. A little disappointed sure, but there was something deeper here. Maybe if Demyx could dig within himself, he could find a little patience for once and strive to find out what it was. He hadn't wanted to do that in a long time.
Finally, Demyx reached his hand up wiped the blood away from his chin... what remained anyway. Saix must've tasted some when he kissed him, but he could be no stranger to the taste of Demyx's blood by now. Then he walked forward again, not trying to touch the Diviner, but only to order softly.
"Look at me, Saix." He waited, and if Saix looked at him as he asked he would say one word, which would remain to be seen the reaction to it. "Why?"
Saix did turn, unable to help himself. He gazed evenly at Demyx... that ice in his gaze beginning to harden again as he looked the nocturne over carefully, more than once with his blazing eyes. "Why, what? I won't guarantee you an answer, but you should at least be specific about what it is you wish to know." His voice was a quiet hiss, rather typical of his dark, as previously stated, murderous self. Saix huffed slightly and walked over to his window, hands on the sill as he looked out at the school grounds, toward the forest. "State what is on your mind and then leave me. After your report, I have no further use for you. I will alert the Superior that you will not be taking any more missions, as you are not truthworthy enough. If you have any complaints about that, you can take it up with him yourself."
Putting a hand to his forehead Demyx groaned in frustration. If he could've had anything then, it would be for Saix to forget his reason for a second and come back to kissing Demyx. But it didn't look like that was going to happen. In fact, it looked like Saix was back to being Saix. What a let down.
Damnit, I have to get him now.
Demyx laughed into his hand, and then looked up... he also, completely back to himself. The gleam was back and so was the grin. Opinions may have forever been murdered... but that seemed like a good thing.
"Saixie, you idiot. You're just going to say that? I've done better on my mission than anyone has so far, dude. Even you. I'm fine with not doing anything else, especially if it's like what I just did for you. I didn't betray you, I betrayed someone else and you're not even grateful. But it doesn't mean I'm just going to go away." Demy didn't particularly like talking to Saix's back, but he hardly had a choice. "You wanted me just there, don't tell me you didn't. And if you want me still, I'm here. Don't make that a one time thing. My opinion of you was just getting better. I think there's a lot I could find out, namely the last thing you said to me."
Okay, he was ranting, but he did that when he was confused. It was probably better than him gnawing his lip off like before.
You hardly betrayed anyone else. You came here for the simple purpose of betraying me, Number IX. Have you forgotten already, that you refused to tell me what you had learned of Roxas and Sora? Of their connection to one another? You did betray me, I had to badger you to tell me. If you had come to me both on-time and given up the data I wanted, we would not be having this conversation. You would have been rewarded, would quite possible have at least a shred of respect from me, and we would... generally... take you seriously. Yet you ruined that for yourself by being an idiot. Which, was really no surprise at all."
Saix turned to face Demyx, that infernal smirk curling his lips, eyes narrowed as though he were plotting something reprehensible. He completely ignored what Demyx said about their kiss mere moments ago. Less than five minutes ago! Already, he was putting that behind him.. sealing it, ignoring it, pretending that it did not exist.
"I know we live a half-existence and everything, but jeez, could you be anymore boring? You think I just wanted praise. I don't care if you think I'm an idiot. I probably am an idiot; the fact is I live for more than just the Organization. Even a half-life." Demyx swallowed. He wasn't annoyed, at all. He'd had this sort of conversation before "if you'd done it properly maybe things would be different and we wouldn't treat you like a child"... blah blah. Demyx didn't want to be treated like Saix was.
"I'm going to tell you so you understand Saix, more than you're doing for me at least. 'Cause you know, I'm nice and all." Demyx grinned, at least he was able to look at the man now. To all this would look like an argument, but really, it was Demyx stalling because he was bored and he to see if he could bait anything else out of the night of possibilities, he done well so far.
"I didn't want to betray anyone, Saix. But I was forced to make a choice. What does it matter that I was planning not to tell you? In the end, I didn't hold back, did I?"
Demyx inhaled deeply through his nose and found another railing point.
"And another thing, what's with this mood swing? What happened to that other Saix? The one talking to me like that. You just kissed me, don't you remember? Or was that an accident? An enjoyable accident, I must say."
Demyx was poking the sleeping dragon that liked to eat sitarists, but he was having fun again... so nothing was going to stop him.
My one moment of weakness will never be overlooked...
Taking in an annoyed breath, he glared at Demyx, hands on his hips in an almost authoritative stance. "You're barking up the wrong tree. If you want some interesting story, some large past revealed, some epiphany to happen, for someone to trust you with their everything, you need to go somewhere else because I have absolutely nothing to give you. The only thing you are succeeding in is irritating me and frustrating me and I know that you are very aware of it. If you had any sense of self-worth or sense of wanting to keep yourself in one piece, you should be quiet and turn away from here. Leave my presence and forget about this night."
"Oh no, you're not getting rid of me. I wasn't asking for your life story, if you asked for mine I wouldn't tell you, so how's it fair that I get to hear yours." Even Demyx knew that he was barking up the wrong tree, maybe though, if he barked long enough the tree would turn into the right tree. Perhaps now it was the right tree, he just had to keep on barking.
"I'm not leaving. And how do you plan to make me forget? You're not going to forget, I can see that much. There's too much fun left for me to go away. Don't talk about "self-worth" or anything, because it seems like mine is much better than yours if you're gunna hurt me."
A little voice had started up in Demyx's head, leave or you die... leave now, do what he says... or you DIE. YOU IDIOT. As always, he ignored reason and stayed for the amusement.
"I never forget anything. You could ask me what my first year's celebration of life was like and I could tell you every tiny detail of it. I've lived for many long years and even after becoming what I am now, this empty shell, I STILL remember." And... he seemed almost bitter about that. Not all Nobodies remembered their lives so well. It haunted him sometimes, at night. He would have nightmares, filled with memories of his prior life, of the people he once knew. The people he lo-- "As you wish. I will not speak any more of self-worth, for neither of us possess any. As we are nothing, we should think of ourselves as nothing and mercilessly pursue our goal. You do remember our goal, do you not? What we crave, what will make us complete? It seems as though you have the habit of living in the moment, pretending to live, and forget."
"My GOD, I want my heart back too Saix... but haven't you looked around? Don't you see that you can find that in other ways? Have you ever SEEN Roxas and Axel? Why does every conversation I ever have resolve back to my heart? I don't get any of this!" Demyx laughed out loud, pulling at his hair as he did so, managing to make himself look quite batty. Close enough, he reached forward and poked Saix sharply in the chest. "I won't even pretend to get you! Why are you so set on making yourself miserable? Of course I know what we're after, why can't we live at the same time?! You don't want to be happy?"
Still, amongst his raised voice and numerous rhetorical questions on an opinion he hardly shared with anyone, he still wasn't angry. He didn't even know what he was doing. Perhaps he was just waiting for Saix to take a swing at him. Maybe just to confirm that the person from before was completely gone back to blah blah blah, hearts hearts hearts number VII.
"Your heart just isn't as important to you as it is me. You can live without it. I, obviously, cannot. I do not see what is so difficult to understand about that." In fact... to be perfectly honest, Saix was jealous. SO jealous of Demyx. This boy was able to laugh and smile and breathe and be carefree... no worries, without his heart. He was able to live and move past things and go on when he, himself, could not even imagine it. How it would be to just... live. No pain, no worries, no haunting memories from long ago. "...you have no depth to you, though. So I shouldn't be surprised by your confusion." And again, he ignored it. He ignored Demyx's questions about why he insisted on being miserable and alone and tired.
"You think you know me?" Demyx asked Saix, his voice losing the sharp quality when he was ranting. It sounded like Saix had Demyx all figured out, and in truth, he had no clue. His web of false emotions was so weaved that it seemed even to him that it was real. He was carefree, he did feel happiness. It was almost incredible. Yet, he couldn't feel the whole spectrum of emotions... and there was always something not there. But Saix was right, Demyx could live without his heart, until he found it. Maybe all Saix needed was for someone to show him that he could do that too. He was so haunted, to an extent that Demyx couldn't ever know... but it didn't mean it couldn't be aided.
"You have no idea, because you would never bother to find out. Because having relationships... even friendships, that's so pointless, isn't it? You want closeness as much as everyone else." Demyx poked his tongue out, and laughed. "Try to tell me I'm wrong. But... you think you know all about me? Tell me, what was my name before I joined the Organization?"
"I don't care what your name was before you joined the Organization. I don't care what your true name is. And, not only do I not care in the least, but it is none of my business." Yet that couldn't have been further from the truth. Saix craved knowledge about his fellow Nobodies. What their names were, how old they were, how long they'd been Nobodies, what differences in their personalities there were, how they were able to cope with their memories. Everything intrigued him and he was simply desperate but could not force himself to ask or open up to anyone else. It was too difficult. The most he could do was suppress his memories and desires for companionship, for friends... and just go on in his barely half-existence, working toward becoming whole once again.
Demyx sighed heavily and shook his head at Saix, realising how long he'd been here, debating with Saix without a subject to identify their discussions by. And where had it gotten him? Nowhere, nowhere at all. He could talk forever, making points that would never be admitted for their truth and slammed for their falsities. What now? He could tell Saix his life story that he didn't like talking about, but he remembered so very well. That wouldn't get anyone anywhere, Demyx believed Saix when he said he didn't care. And now... he was undeniably sleepy.
"This is Axel's dorm too right? Hmm..." the sitarist had made a split second decision. He was tired of talking to the brick wall that Saix seemed to be, but he still saw possibility, and he meant what he said when he said he wasn't leaving. So he simply, blinked at Saix, unzipped his sweatshirt, shed it. Then, the shirt underneath it, leaving him in the cream band t-shirt underneath, with goosebumps rising on his arms. Soon, still looking in Saix's eyes, he got rid of that too... and stood, freezing cold and shirtless.
"I'll make you happy Saix, okay?" and he grinned blissfully, holding his clothes under one arm and trying not to shiver and look collected.
Saix paled slightly when Demyx began undressing and he looked as though he may faint when he said that he would make Saix happy. He backed away and hit the window, clearing his throat, nodding. "Yes. It is also Axel's dormitory." He had nothing else to say. He only hoped that this was some sort of cruel joke and that Demyx was not coming onto him. That Demyx was trying to scare him and was pushing him to get a reaction. That Demyx would hopefully just be leaving! That was what would make Saix the most happy, moreso than anything else. "...fine then. Make me happy."
"Oh... not that sort of happy. Not right now anyway. Unless you really want it." He winked at the shellshocked man before him. "But I will, give me time. I'm going to have you Saix." Demyx pretended to look thoughtful as he threw a party inside and could've whooped for joy over the reaction he got. If it was that easy all along, he should've just done that earlier. It was hilarious! Who knew Saix was that easy to shake?
Cold as hell, Demyx had to implement the rest of his plan before he got pneumonia or the like of it. The Organization doctor was Vexen, and his bedside manner was less than... fun. So Demyx would prefer to stay fit and healthy.
"Well, I don't think Axel will mind if I slept in his bed. Tidus as well, right? He probably would mind either. Would you mind? I mean, your bed looks pretty warm. I've decided I'll stay here for the night."
Demyx certainly felt like the ball as in his court and ruffling his hair back to it's original beauty, he grinned and waited, loving the look on Saix's face. It took all of his control not to go over and lick him. It would probably make him jump out the window by the looks of things now.
"WHAT! " Saix was not happy. The prospect of Demyx staying in his dormitory, let alone his very own bed was absolutely frightening and he just simply could not allow it! Stepping forward, Saix reaches to grab Demyx by his bare shoulders and attempt to steer him so he'd be facing the door. "Go stay with Axel, go stay with Tidus, go home, I don't care, but get the hell out of my room." And he'd start shoving, maneuvering the musician to the door. "I don't even care what you do with them while you're in bed with them, I don't care, don't even tell me, just get out."