[Closed RP] A Tense Welcome Home
(WHO:) Demyx & Marluxia
(WHEN:) Early evening
(WHERE:) Hallway outside the Great Hall
(WARNINGS:) Major tension. Marluxia's superiority complex, mostly.
... Sigh.
Playing with the food on his plate, Demyx stared off at nothing in particular. For once, he wasn't all that entergetic, and he was hardly hungry. In fact, staring at other students seemed a lot more fun than eating at the moment.
How depressing.
Things were just getting more boring as the days went on. It seemed like no matter how hard Demyx tried, he couldn't stirr up any fun in this school.
His eyes traveled from his table to the next, until he caught sight of the Slytherin table. It might have been instinct, but he immediately searched for flaming red hair and a smirk to die for---
"What the--?!"
Insead, however, Demyx caught sight of equally familiar pink hair that threw him completely off-guard. Was that--?
Oh god, he didn't know what to think now.
But, being the way he was, Demyx did the first thing he thought of doing: screaming.
"MARLUXIA?"
And the day didn't seem so boring anymore.
Marluxia tensed, the finger that had been twirling his hair gripping the strand that entangled it. He had been enjoying the book he had been reading, and now all hopes for a peaceful day seemed shot. He knew that voice all too well and sighed before turning to look at the blonde with a more than annoyed expression.
"Yes, Demyx?"
With a sigh, he wished more than anything that the ground would open up beneath him and swallow up the Hufflepuff.
Demyx wasn't entirely sure how he ended up at the Slytherin table. Judging by his heavy breathing, it was most likely because he ran. His eyes widened in surprise. How in heck--?
"What do you mean, 'yes, demyx'?" he asked, mimicing the other's voice. Placing a hand on his hip, Demyx huffed. "You mean you come to Hogwarts suddenly and don't even tell anyone?" Not that Larxene hadn't done that to him... In fact, Larxene didn't even seem to be at the school anymore.
Gah, no one told him anything!
"When did you get here?" he asked, not acknowledging the fact that Marluxia didn't look particularly happy to see him.
Fiddling with his scythe pendant he watched Demyx approach him with what, had he been in an anime, would have been a sweat drop. Though that little first year tripping over himself to get out of the way was definitely amusing.
"I've been here the whole time, I assure you." Another sigh followed this statement as he closed his book. There was no way he was going to be able to keep reading. "You're just not very attentive to detail." That and, of course, Marluxia had done a very good job of avoiding him. That was, until now.
Demyx scrunched up his nose as he examined Marluxia's face. Here the whole time? No, that was impossible. Pink hair was impossible to miss, and Demyx knew an Organization member when he saw one. Even when Saïx passed him in the halls, Demyx still knew he was there. There was no way Marluxia was getting away with that lie.
"Okay, sure, but... Seriously, where have you been?" Demyx figured he wouldn't be the first to inquire on number XI's absence. After all, since Marluxia made such a big deal about himself, he was sure the other members here would notice...
"Do you know where Xem is?" he asked, his voice noticeably quieter.
Brushing hair out of his face, Marluxia looked down at his book to adjust how the bookmark was placed inside it.
"I do..." with a smirk, he turned his head now to look at IX. "But that is really none of your concern."
Standing up and adjusting his robes, Marluxia stepped out from his seat and patted Demyx on the head with a smile, as fake as they usually were. "Yes I've been gone for the last three months, but, like your previous question, it's really not your business now is it? Now run along and play with your little friends." With a pat on Demyx's head, he turned to leave.
That statement really... irked him.
Now, Demyx wasn't usually the one to be serious. No, people thought of Demyx is a joker, a pansy, a sissy. But who in God's name did Marluxia think he was, brushing Demyx off like that?
Now run along and play with your little friends.
"You've always been my favorite," he answered bitterly. Without giving XI a chance to excape, Demyx grabbed his arm and forcefully yanked him out of the Great Hall. Marluxia was the only one who could tick him off and attempt to get away with it. Demyx couldn't particularly say he hated him, though -- nah, Marly couldn't be as much of an asshole as Saïx, no matter how hard he tried.
When they were in the hallway, Demyx glanced around to make sure no one was particularly listening.
"Yes, it is my concern!" he said, his voice pushed to that tone that he only used every so often. It wasn't safe to say he was frantic, but it wasn't safe to say he was calm, either. "Where's Xemnas?"
Marluxia was, at first, more than a little surprised at the water-savvy Hufflepuff's actions. He had been about to reply with something very snarky indeed to Demyx's bitter comment when he was yanked out of the Great Hall with a force he was definitely not used to being handled with. When the musician finally stopped moving, Marluxia yanked his hand away and smacked Demyx hard across the face, his expression for that split second one of fury. NO ONE touched him like that. No one.
"One, if you ever touch me like that again I'll make sure you loose all function in that precious little hand of yours, do you understand me?" The flower enthusiast's voice was down to a deadly hiss, cold fury obvious on his face. This expression melted away quickly, though, replaced with a cool smirk.
"Second....I'm not at liberty to disclose that information." Lifting his finely manicured fingers to run along Demyx's cheek, he chuckled. "Where did this little outburst come from, hm? Are you growing up? It's cute."
"What--"
Demyx was completely thrown off when Marluxia slapped him. He couldn't get mad, though. Demyx was one to easily be put in his place. And obviously, he'd stepped out of line.
"... Whatever, man," he said suddenly. Demyx turned his head so Marluxia couldn't touch him. If he was going to be like that, Demyx wasn't going to even bother. He'd let someone else bother -- someone who had a better chance of getting some answers.
"I'm leaving." And this time, Demyx was the one to turn to leave.
"Giving up so soon?"
Marluxia's smirk stayed plastered on his face as he tapped his cheek with his finger. From that little outburst, he expected more from the shorter student. It was definitely intriguing.
"Oh, come on, you must have a little more fight left in your system. Or do you really not care that our leader is playing favorites?" Ok, so that was a little lie, but it was so much fun to bend the truth.
Demyx was only a few feet away before Marluxia's words brought him to a screeching halt. He didn't turn around, afraid he might lose his nerve again if he did. But really, who did Marluxia think he was? Though Demyx was only number nine, he was still two ranks above Marluxia, and that really pissed him off. God, if Xigbar was here, he'd have Marluxia's head!
"What are you talking about...? Xemnas doesn't pick favorites. And if he does, it wouldn't be us. It'd be II through VI." Fists clenched under long robe sleeves. "You're not the Superior."
Marluxia's lip twitched at that final statement, but he somehow managed to keep his cool and collected exterior. Despite his outward appearance, the pink hair Slytherin was furious. How dare Demyx undermine his authority? True, he wasn't the superior, much to his dismay, but that was not something he liked pointed out to him so bluntly.
"Then maybe you'd like to explain to me why I was with him for the last three months...." Marluxia spoke with venom in his voice but as soon as this sentence was finished, his smug expression melted away to an innocent smile, all venom pushed beneath the surface. "Anyway, Demyx, it really doesn't matter. And really, was that any way to welcome me back home?"
Demyx cringed.
Getting smacked wasn't a good welcome, either.
It figured, though. It really did. Marluxia was so predicable! Trying to shove his authority down others throats, then attempting to play the nice guy when it gets shoved back in his face... It made Demyx want to laugh, it truly did. Marluxia was pathetic. What did the Superior see in him, anyway? Maybe he was a kiss-ass, like Saïx. Whatever the reason may be, it really irked the blonde. Not even Xigbar acted this way, and he was number II!
"You know what, Marly? I'm not even going to try anymore. You're a waste of my time." When he thought about it, Demyx realized that Marluxia had always toyed with him. But now? Now, he wasn't going to take it.
"Grow up, realize your place in the Organization, and then try to talk to me again, number XI. For now, I don't want to see you."
Axel definitely couldn't find out about this... Xigbar couldn't know about this... God, he hoped Saïx wouldn't find out about it, either. Demyx knew he'd never hear the end of it that way. It would have to stay a secret.
He left then, not giving the Graceful Assassin a chance to hold him back, mind more focused on the seconds between his footsteps than the scene he'd just left hanging.
What Marluxia did then surprised even him. He laughed. Not a happy laugh, no, but an amused one none the less. Wiping out his wand, he smirked, pointing it at Demyx's retreating figure.
"Impedimenta."
Keeping his want in his hand, XI walked calmly over to Demyx, smiling at him once again. "Rank is just a number, IX." The smile shifted into a smirk as he took Demyx's chin in his hand. "And maybe it's you who should be learning your place, Nocturne."
Straightening up from his bend stance, he brushed his bangs out of his face and pocketed his wand. "Now. If you want me to help you to your common room, I can. Otherwise, I'll just be going." And with that, he turned to leave.
Demyx let him go, didn't watch because his eyes were closed and his head was bowed down. Defeat? No, this was just a minor set back. There wasn't even an actual battle, let alone time for defeat... Marluxia could cast a spell on his legs all he wanted. Somewhere deep inside Demyx knew he was right, and he was sure Marluxia knew him too.
He wouldn't ask for help. There was no damn way he'd do that. He'd wait for the spell to wear off, go to his common room, and pretend this never happened.
What else could he do? If Marluxia wanted to set himself up for self-destruction, Demyx didn't care. It wasn't as if they were friends, or anything.
When Marluxia was far enough to where Demyx couldn't hear his breathing or feel his deadly touch on his skin, the sitar player's stomach roared. He regretted even attempting to talk to number XI, wished he'd just eaten his dinner instead.
It would have been better that way.
(WHEN:) Early evening
(WHERE:) Hallway outside the Great Hall
(WARNINGS:) Major tension. Marluxia's superiority complex, mostly.
... Sigh.
Playing with the food on his plate, Demyx stared off at nothing in particular. For once, he wasn't all that entergetic, and he was hardly hungry. In fact, staring at other students seemed a lot more fun than eating at the moment.
How depressing.
Things were just getting more boring as the days went on. It seemed like no matter how hard Demyx tried, he couldn't stirr up any fun in this school.
His eyes traveled from his table to the next, until he caught sight of the Slytherin table. It might have been instinct, but he immediately searched for flaming red hair and a smirk to die for---
"What the--?!"
Insead, however, Demyx caught sight of equally familiar pink hair that threw him completely off-guard. Was that--?
Oh god, he didn't know what to think now.
But, being the way he was, Demyx did the first thing he thought of doing: screaming.
"MARLUXIA?"
And the day didn't seem so boring anymore.
Marluxia tensed, the finger that had been twirling his hair gripping the strand that entangled it. He had been enjoying the book he had been reading, and now all hopes for a peaceful day seemed shot. He knew that voice all too well and sighed before turning to look at the blonde with a more than annoyed expression.
"Yes, Demyx?"
With a sigh, he wished more than anything that the ground would open up beneath him and swallow up the Hufflepuff.
Demyx wasn't entirely sure how he ended up at the Slytherin table. Judging by his heavy breathing, it was most likely because he ran. His eyes widened in surprise. How in heck--?
"What do you mean, 'yes, demyx'?" he asked, mimicing the other's voice. Placing a hand on his hip, Demyx huffed. "You mean you come to Hogwarts suddenly and don't even tell anyone?" Not that Larxene hadn't done that to him... In fact, Larxene didn't even seem to be at the school anymore.
Gah, no one told him anything!
"When did you get here?" he asked, not acknowledging the fact that Marluxia didn't look particularly happy to see him.
Fiddling with his scythe pendant he watched Demyx approach him with what, had he been in an anime, would have been a sweat drop. Though that little first year tripping over himself to get out of the way was definitely amusing.
"I've been here the whole time, I assure you." Another sigh followed this statement as he closed his book. There was no way he was going to be able to keep reading. "You're just not very attentive to detail." That and, of course, Marluxia had done a very good job of avoiding him. That was, until now.
Demyx scrunched up his nose as he examined Marluxia's face. Here the whole time? No, that was impossible. Pink hair was impossible to miss, and Demyx knew an Organization member when he saw one. Even when Saïx passed him in the halls, Demyx still knew he was there. There was no way Marluxia was getting away with that lie.
"Okay, sure, but... Seriously, where have you been?" Demyx figured he wouldn't be the first to inquire on number XI's absence. After all, since Marluxia made such a big deal about himself, he was sure the other members here would notice...
"Do you know where Xem is?" he asked, his voice noticeably quieter.
Brushing hair out of his face, Marluxia looked down at his book to adjust how the bookmark was placed inside it.
"I do..." with a smirk, he turned his head now to look at IX. "But that is really none of your concern."
Standing up and adjusting his robes, Marluxia stepped out from his seat and patted Demyx on the head with a smile, as fake as they usually were. "Yes I've been gone for the last three months, but, like your previous question, it's really not your business now is it? Now run along and play with your little friends." With a pat on Demyx's head, he turned to leave.
That statement really... irked him.
Now, Demyx wasn't usually the one to be serious. No, people thought of Demyx is a joker, a pansy, a sissy. But who in God's name did Marluxia think he was, brushing Demyx off like that?
Now run along and play with your little friends.
"You've always been my favorite," he answered bitterly. Without giving XI a chance to excape, Demyx grabbed his arm and forcefully yanked him out of the Great Hall. Marluxia was the only one who could tick him off and attempt to get away with it. Demyx couldn't particularly say he hated him, though -- nah, Marly couldn't be as much of an asshole as Saïx, no matter how hard he tried.
When they were in the hallway, Demyx glanced around to make sure no one was particularly listening.
"Yes, it is my concern!" he said, his voice pushed to that tone that he only used every so often. It wasn't safe to say he was frantic, but it wasn't safe to say he was calm, either. "Where's Xemnas?"
Marluxia was, at first, more than a little surprised at the water-savvy Hufflepuff's actions. He had been about to reply with something very snarky indeed to Demyx's bitter comment when he was yanked out of the Great Hall with a force he was definitely not used to being handled with. When the musician finally stopped moving, Marluxia yanked his hand away and smacked Demyx hard across the face, his expression for that split second one of fury. NO ONE touched him like that. No one.
"One, if you ever touch me like that again I'll make sure you loose all function in that precious little hand of yours, do you understand me?" The flower enthusiast's voice was down to a deadly hiss, cold fury obvious on his face. This expression melted away quickly, though, replaced with a cool smirk.
"Second....I'm not at liberty to disclose that information." Lifting his finely manicured fingers to run along Demyx's cheek, he chuckled. "Where did this little outburst come from, hm? Are you growing up? It's cute."
"What--"
Demyx was completely thrown off when Marluxia slapped him. He couldn't get mad, though. Demyx was one to easily be put in his place. And obviously, he'd stepped out of line.
"... Whatever, man," he said suddenly. Demyx turned his head so Marluxia couldn't touch him. If he was going to be like that, Demyx wasn't going to even bother. He'd let someone else bother -- someone who had a better chance of getting some answers.
"I'm leaving." And this time, Demyx was the one to turn to leave.
"Giving up so soon?"
Marluxia's smirk stayed plastered on his face as he tapped his cheek with his finger. From that little outburst, he expected more from the shorter student. It was definitely intriguing.
"Oh, come on, you must have a little more fight left in your system. Or do you really not care that our leader is playing favorites?" Ok, so that was a little lie, but it was so much fun to bend the truth.
Demyx was only a few feet away before Marluxia's words brought him to a screeching halt. He didn't turn around, afraid he might lose his nerve again if he did. But really, who did Marluxia think he was? Though Demyx was only number nine, he was still two ranks above Marluxia, and that really pissed him off. God, if Xigbar was here, he'd have Marluxia's head!
"What are you talking about...? Xemnas doesn't pick favorites. And if he does, it wouldn't be us. It'd be II through VI." Fists clenched under long robe sleeves. "You're not the Superior."
Marluxia's lip twitched at that final statement, but he somehow managed to keep his cool and collected exterior. Despite his outward appearance, the pink hair Slytherin was furious. How dare Demyx undermine his authority? True, he wasn't the superior, much to his dismay, but that was not something he liked pointed out to him so bluntly.
"Then maybe you'd like to explain to me why I was with him for the last three months...." Marluxia spoke with venom in his voice but as soon as this sentence was finished, his smug expression melted away to an innocent smile, all venom pushed beneath the surface. "Anyway, Demyx, it really doesn't matter. And really, was that any way to welcome me back home?"
Demyx cringed.
Getting smacked wasn't a good welcome, either.
It figured, though. It really did. Marluxia was so predicable! Trying to shove his authority down others throats, then attempting to play the nice guy when it gets shoved back in his face... It made Demyx want to laugh, it truly did. Marluxia was pathetic. What did the Superior see in him, anyway? Maybe he was a kiss-ass, like Saïx. Whatever the reason may be, it really irked the blonde. Not even Xigbar acted this way, and he was number II!
"You know what, Marly? I'm not even going to try anymore. You're a waste of my time." When he thought about it, Demyx realized that Marluxia had always toyed with him. But now? Now, he wasn't going to take it.
"Grow up, realize your place in the Organization, and then try to talk to me again, number XI. For now, I don't want to see you."
Axel definitely couldn't find out about this... Xigbar couldn't know about this... God, he hoped Saïx wouldn't find out about it, either. Demyx knew he'd never hear the end of it that way. It would have to stay a secret.
He left then, not giving the Graceful Assassin a chance to hold him back, mind more focused on the seconds between his footsteps than the scene he'd just left hanging.
What Marluxia did then surprised even him. He laughed. Not a happy laugh, no, but an amused one none the less. Wiping out his wand, he smirked, pointing it at Demyx's retreating figure.
"Impedimenta."
Keeping his want in his hand, XI walked calmly over to Demyx, smiling at him once again. "Rank is just a number, IX." The smile shifted into a smirk as he took Demyx's chin in his hand. "And maybe it's you who should be learning your place, Nocturne."
Straightening up from his bend stance, he brushed his bangs out of his face and pocketed his wand. "Now. If you want me to help you to your common room, I can. Otherwise, I'll just be going." And with that, he turned to leave.
Demyx let him go, didn't watch because his eyes were closed and his head was bowed down. Defeat? No, this was just a minor set back. There wasn't even an actual battle, let alone time for defeat... Marluxia could cast a spell on his legs all he wanted. Somewhere deep inside Demyx knew he was right, and he was sure Marluxia knew him too.
He wouldn't ask for help. There was no damn way he'd do that. He'd wait for the spell to wear off, go to his common room, and pretend this never happened.
What else could he do? If Marluxia wanted to set himself up for self-destruction, Demyx didn't care. It wasn't as if they were friends, or anything.
When Marluxia was far enough to where Demyx couldn't hear his breathing or feel his deadly touch on his skin, the sitar player's stomach roared. He regretted even attempting to talk to number XI, wished he'd just eaten his dinner instead.
It would have been better that way.