Drabbles, Part the Fourth
Title: Small Mercies
Author: villanelle_koi
Claim: Zexion/Demyx
Prompt: 18. Violence [does it make you stronger?]
Warnings: Death
Completed: 18/20
A/N: I had to rewrite this one. And it was torture to write it, both times. God I hate me sometimes.
Demyx never did believe in his own strength.
For some reason, that's the thought running around in Zexion's head at the moment. Not the pool of his own blood he's lying in. Not his ruined lungs filling with fluid, choking him slowly. Not the soulless doll smiling grotesquely as it leans on its Keyblade, standing over him ominously. All he can think of is Demyx, his wonderful perfect Demyx. He wanted to see Demyx so badly.
But now? Now he's just glad Demyx isn't here to see this.
"Go on," Axel encourages the Replica. "He isn't dead yet. You have to kill him to be stronger. Strong enough to defeat that fake Riku."
Almost reflexively, Zexion tries to rasp out a disagreement to this statement. Demyx never needed violence to make him stronger. Zexion thinks that perhaps Demyx was the strongest of them all. But it seems he can't speak anymore. A bubble of blood bursts at his mouth.
The hideous Keyblade descends on him once more, and Zexion can feels his insides being torn apart. Strangely enough, he isn't in pain anymore. He feels totally at peace. That's the endorphins, he remembers. At least there's some small mercy.
"Again," Axel says. Zexion takes note of the blood spattering the puppet's boots as the Keyblade strikes home again. His blood. He wonders if they'll bother cleaning it up.
Well, there is time for one more small mercy at least. Zexion builds up one more illusion, just for him to see. A memory. Demyx is waiting for him, happy and bright and perfect. They are together again, one more time.
"I love you," Zexion recalls himself saying. Maybe he was hesitant with those words once. Not anymore.
"I know that, silly," Demyx laughs, leaning back on the grass to watch the stars in the sky. "You tell me that every night."
Zexion smirks. "Doesn't make it any less true," he tells Demyx. Then he points. "A shooting star . . . . make a wish." Demyx always did silly things like that.
Demyx smiles. "Don't need to," he says softly. "I already have everything I could want."
"Oh?" Zexion quirks a brow at him.
Demyx leans forward to kiss him. "By the way," he says softly. "I love you too."
Zexion smiles. And then the Keyblade twists cruelly in his flesh, and he knows no more.
End Part Eighteen
Title: Numb
Author: villanelle_koi
Claim: Zexion/Demyx
Prompt: 19. Waiting [learned helplessness]
Warnings: Angst, plain and simple
Completed: 19/20
A/N: Nyaaaargh. So much aaaaaangst . . . .
Demyx has learned not to feel anymore.
Funny, that. Zexion always liked his feelings. Liked his emotion, so deep for a Nobody.
Demyx is still waiting for Zexion. Still waiting to be with Zexion so he can feel again. Still waiting for Zexion to make him whole again.
But in the meantime he's learned to numb himself to this kind of helpless desperation he knows all too well. To numb himself to the memory of Axel returning from Castle Oblivion and smiling emptily as he told Demyx what had happened. To numb himself to Zexion's death.
Demyx is still waiting for Zexion. He promised he would wait.
Sometimes he dreams of Zexion. At first he did a lot. Not anymore. He forces himself not to. It makes him feel so much. Too much. To wake up and realize that Zexion is gone. Never coming back.
Demyx is still waiting for Zexion. It's the only thing that keeps him going.
He goes on any mission he's given now, even ones he would have protested heavily before. It doesn't matter now. But he does it with as little bloodshed, as little violence as possible. He can't stand looking at a body and seeing Zexion flashing behind his eyes. Empty, soulless, dead. So different from how he was before.
Demyx is still waiting for Zexion. He can't help it. It's the only thing he clings to anymore.
Demyx thinks vaguely that he must have had a heart, once. Perhaps a little one. If he hadn't, how would he have ripped it out the day Zexion died? How would he realize that he is truly an empty shell now? He was so alive before. But now . . . .
Demyx is waiting to die. At least then he won't have to be apart from Zexion. At least then he won't be so numb.
End Part Nineteen
Title: Endings
Author: villanelle_koi
Claim: Zexion/Demyx
Prompt: 20. Year [faces that stay with you forever]
Warnings: Angst
Completed: 20/20
A/N: And yeah. Emo ending. I'm sorry; that's canon for you. Buuuuuut . . . . I have 5 bonus drabbles that shall be much happier. ♥ Plus, I'm going to rejoin the community in a couple months to do next-life Zemyx. And I swear that they will have their happy ending. Love you all. Hope you liked.
It's quiet, in this strange room. Silent. Peaceful.
"Hey," Demyx murmurs at last. "It's me again."
Zexion's tombstone doesn't answer. It never does. Demyx feels silly in some obscure part of his mind for talking to a grave. Oh well.
"It's been a year now, hasn't it?" he says softly. "A year since you . . . . stopped existing."
He can't bring himself to say "dead". Zexion is never dead. Not as long as Demyx remembers him. And some part of him knows that at least something of Zexion remains to listen to him.
"I miss you," he murmurs. "Really, I do. It's hard, y'know? There's no one to talk to anymore. And some things . . . . well, they always stay with you."
The silence swirls around him comfortingly. Zexion always was good at listening.
"I've got a mission," Demyx tells the tombstone. "I have to go try to stop Ro - Sora. That's right . . . . he's not Roxas anymore. Heh, you know, it did what's left of my heart good to see Axel after that kid left. I know that sounds kinda weird, but still."
The silence isn't exactly approving.
Demyx sighs. "Hey, c'mon, you can't tell me Axel didn't deserve it. After what he did to us. I couldn't help but feel a little good about it. I feel sorry for him, too, you know."
Another sigh. "Anyway. This is probably the last time I'll be coming here."
A question hangs in the silence.
"It's a suicide mission," Demyx tells the tombstone. "Xemnas knows it. Everyone knows it. Doesn't matter."
The silence doesn't have anything to say.
"Wait for me," Demyx whispers. "I'll be back with you soon."
He lays a flower on the grave and turns to go to his death.
End
And now I AM DONE. Except for the five bonus drabbles. But I swear to you that I SHALL CLAIM NEXT-LIFE ZEMYX, AND THEY WILL HAVE THEIR HAPPY ENDING. BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS A HAPPY ENDING. YEAH. GO ME.
Love you all, hope you liked them. Much love~
~Ria
Author: villanelle_koi
Claim: Zexion/Demyx
Prompt: 18. Violence [does it make you stronger?]
Warnings: Death
Completed: 18/20
A/N: I had to rewrite this one. And it was torture to write it, both times. God I hate me sometimes.
Demyx never did believe in his own strength.
For some reason, that's the thought running around in Zexion's head at the moment. Not the pool of his own blood he's lying in. Not his ruined lungs filling with fluid, choking him slowly. Not the soulless doll smiling grotesquely as it leans on its Keyblade, standing over him ominously. All he can think of is Demyx, his wonderful perfect Demyx. He wanted to see Demyx so badly.
But now? Now he's just glad Demyx isn't here to see this.
"Go on," Axel encourages the Replica. "He isn't dead yet. You have to kill him to be stronger. Strong enough to defeat that fake Riku."
Almost reflexively, Zexion tries to rasp out a disagreement to this statement. Demyx never needed violence to make him stronger. Zexion thinks that perhaps Demyx was the strongest of them all. But it seems he can't speak anymore. A bubble of blood bursts at his mouth.
The hideous Keyblade descends on him once more, and Zexion can feels his insides being torn apart. Strangely enough, he isn't in pain anymore. He feels totally at peace. That's the endorphins, he remembers. At least there's some small mercy.
"Again," Axel says. Zexion takes note of the blood spattering the puppet's boots as the Keyblade strikes home again. His blood. He wonders if they'll bother cleaning it up.
Well, there is time for one more small mercy at least. Zexion builds up one more illusion, just for him to see. A memory. Demyx is waiting for him, happy and bright and perfect. They are together again, one more time.
"I love you," Zexion recalls himself saying. Maybe he was hesitant with those words once. Not anymore.
"I know that, silly," Demyx laughs, leaning back on the grass to watch the stars in the sky. "You tell me that every night."
Zexion smirks. "Doesn't make it any less true," he tells Demyx. Then he points. "A shooting star . . . . make a wish." Demyx always did silly things like that.
Demyx smiles. "Don't need to," he says softly. "I already have everything I could want."
"Oh?" Zexion quirks a brow at him.
Demyx leans forward to kiss him. "By the way," he says softly. "I love you too."
Zexion smiles. And then the Keyblade twists cruelly in his flesh, and he knows no more.
End Part Eighteen
Title: Numb
Author: villanelle_koi
Claim: Zexion/Demyx
Prompt: 19. Waiting [learned helplessness]
Warnings: Angst, plain and simple
Completed: 19/20
A/N: Nyaaaargh. So much aaaaaangst . . . .
Demyx has learned not to feel anymore.
Funny, that. Zexion always liked his feelings. Liked his emotion, so deep for a Nobody.
Demyx is still waiting for Zexion. Still waiting to be with Zexion so he can feel again. Still waiting for Zexion to make him whole again.
But in the meantime he's learned to numb himself to this kind of helpless desperation he knows all too well. To numb himself to the memory of Axel returning from Castle Oblivion and smiling emptily as he told Demyx what had happened. To numb himself to Zexion's death.
Demyx is still waiting for Zexion. He promised he would wait.
Sometimes he dreams of Zexion. At first he did a lot. Not anymore. He forces himself not to. It makes him feel so much. Too much. To wake up and realize that Zexion is gone. Never coming back.
Demyx is still waiting for Zexion. It's the only thing that keeps him going.
He goes on any mission he's given now, even ones he would have protested heavily before. It doesn't matter now. But he does it with as little bloodshed, as little violence as possible. He can't stand looking at a body and seeing Zexion flashing behind his eyes. Empty, soulless, dead. So different from how he was before.
Demyx is still waiting for Zexion. He can't help it. It's the only thing he clings to anymore.
Demyx thinks vaguely that he must have had a heart, once. Perhaps a little one. If he hadn't, how would he have ripped it out the day Zexion died? How would he realize that he is truly an empty shell now? He was so alive before. But now . . . .
Demyx is waiting to die. At least then he won't have to be apart from Zexion. At least then he won't be so numb.
End Part Nineteen
Title: Endings
Author: villanelle_koi
Claim: Zexion/Demyx
Prompt: 20. Year [faces that stay with you forever]
Warnings: Angst
Completed: 20/20
A/N: And yeah. Emo ending. I'm sorry; that's canon for you. Buuuuuut . . . . I have 5 bonus drabbles that shall be much happier. ♥ Plus, I'm going to rejoin the community in a couple months to do next-life Zemyx. And I swear that they will have their happy ending. Love you all. Hope you liked.
It's quiet, in this strange room. Silent. Peaceful.
"Hey," Demyx murmurs at last. "It's me again."
Zexion's tombstone doesn't answer. It never does. Demyx feels silly in some obscure part of his mind for talking to a grave. Oh well.
"It's been a year now, hasn't it?" he says softly. "A year since you . . . . stopped existing."
He can't bring himself to say "dead". Zexion is never dead. Not as long as Demyx remembers him. And some part of him knows that at least something of Zexion remains to listen to him.
"I miss you," he murmurs. "Really, I do. It's hard, y'know? There's no one to talk to anymore. And some things . . . . well, they always stay with you."
The silence swirls around him comfortingly. Zexion always was good at listening.
"I've got a mission," Demyx tells the tombstone. "I have to go try to stop Ro - Sora. That's right . . . . he's not Roxas anymore. Heh, you know, it did what's left of my heart good to see Axel after that kid left. I know that sounds kinda weird, but still."
The silence isn't exactly approving.
Demyx sighs. "Hey, c'mon, you can't tell me Axel didn't deserve it. After what he did to us. I couldn't help but feel a little good about it. I feel sorry for him, too, you know."
Another sigh. "Anyway. This is probably the last time I'll be coming here."
A question hangs in the silence.
"It's a suicide mission," Demyx tells the tombstone. "Xemnas knows it. Everyone knows it. Doesn't matter."
The silence doesn't have anything to say.
"Wait for me," Demyx whispers. "I'll be back with you soon."
He lays a flower on the grave and turns to go to his death.
End
And now I AM DONE. Except for the five bonus drabbles. But I swear to you that I SHALL CLAIM NEXT-LIFE ZEMYX, AND THEY WILL HAVE THEIR HAPPY ENDING. BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS A HAPPY ENDING. YEAH. GO ME.
Love you all, hope you liked them. Much love~
~Ria