interstellar5555 | Fate meant it to be [closed]

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demyx,
roxas

Fate meant it to be [closed]

Who: Demyx and Roxas
What: Two musicians with a past all too familiar meet up at a musical equipment store looking for different things (to buy), but looking for similar things (reason)
When: Mid April
Where: Best band equipment selling store that also has an ice cream shop next to it
Warnings: At best vulgar. Other than that, TBA

With all the memories that have come rushing towards him in his extended period of sleep, Roxas has been left a little off his balance here. There has been way too much that has populated his mind of what was, what would have been, what should have been.. and everything about where he is now disagrees with that, upsetting this supposed balance he thought he had.

So, to cope with it in a way that doesn't involve serious self-destruction, he'll be at the most popular store available that sells band equipment and is closest to an ice cream shop. If anyone asks, he's looking for anything to accentuate the sound that drums have to offer. But really he's just looking for a distraction. All this is too much to take. Where is ---- when Roxas needs him?...

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That sounds like a good option. So, when the vendor is ready, Roxas requests a vanilla (yes, boring vanilla, it's all he wants) and then the closest thing they can come to a banana split. There are two of them working the parlor, and they're effective enough to have the product ready sooner than one would think.

Though it isn't glamorous, Roxas is pretty happy about having this tasty, sugar infused frozen dairy treat in front of him. They should sit, which he indicates by finding a table and claiming a chair, wasting no time once he has on the ice cream in hand. "This.. does feel a lot better already, actually."

Probably the sugar rush.. but hey, it's working.

Demyx could only nod in agreement, although it seemed weird to just focus on something to eat for a little while. He didn't eat a whole lot as a Nobody, it just wasn't important to him. He didn't have the friend connection Roxas did to the cold treat.

However, it gave him something to focus on, something he could ground himself with.

"I don't know about that but...but it's good for a minute. I think it's good for a minute."

Sometimes it's easier to think with that little distraction, especially when it's tasty. That and Roxas does not do well at this kind of thing, the whole confronting your feelings and figuring out what to do next, crossroads, all that not-fun stuff. He's had enough of it for a life time, anyway.

"So.. with everything going on, what's your plan? What are you thinking about doing?" Stay with this music business, leave and try to find reason.. maybe nothing at all, even.

"I don't...I don't know." Demyx murmured and rubbed his forehead. He took another bite of ice cream, turning the spoon on his tongue. He let the silence linger for a second.

"I think if I don't hurry back, I'll probably be hunted down, so." Demyx said, leaving it open ended. That was the problem with it, if he left, he was a traitor. As bad as Roxas, although he didn't really remember the details of that.

He felt like he was trapped, and he was, literally, but between one cage and another, which was worse? At least here he wasn't isolated and had a lot more freedoms than he was used to.

"I thought about staying here, but since the Superior can track me, there'd be no point."

Vanilla ice cream, welcome to being half eaten. There is no such thing as brain freeze in this kid's world. Since he's thought his this himself, it doesn't take long for him to counter the idea. "But if that was the case.. wouldn't I have been tracked by now? I've been here a while. You'd think of all people, the big bad traitorous XIII would've been first on his list?"

Unless Demyx pulled off something way worse.

He hadn't pulled off something worse, but what he had done was fail to bring Roxas back to the Organization. It was pretty awful in Saix's eyes.

"I...well yeah, but he always said if we left, he'd find us." Demyx blinked at Roxas. He'd been spoonfed those lines for years. He believed every one of them.

It's been so long since he's had to deal with any of this, he almost forgot about it except at night when he would inadvertently dream about it. Being stuck in that group was akin to being raised in a cult. It didn't really hit him that maybe Demyx was right. Maybe their former ring leader could find them where they're at.

The last bit of ice cream is going to have to wait, because he feels the need to turn around and survey the area. Just in case. "I don't.. think so? I mean.. it would've happened. It doesn't take long. I know it doesn't, I've been through it before."

Good-bye, frozen treat. It's gone. "If they try to take us anyway, they'll have to deal with the managers and whatever power they have." There's a curious portion of him that would like to see that fight play out. "Those guys are connected to something powerful. I can't even explain it."

He wasn't the only one. Roxas' paranoia triggered Demyx's, and he looked around like Saix might be right there, breathing down his neck. He shuddered lightly and focused on his ice cream instead.

"Yeah. Yeah he'd come for us. Unless he can't..."

Demyx frowned and shook his head. "No the Superior is stronger. He's always been strongest!" He didn't know much about the executives, but Xemnas was no slouch and if he wanted to get them back, he would.

"There's nowhere to run." He murmured, partly under his breath, glancing around again as if that mutinous statement was going to be overheard.

Even if all that is true, even if the Organization finds and comes for them in full force, "You know.. I'm ready. If they want to come and get me, fine, I'm not going without a fight though. They've already taken away everything before," them and some others at that, "So what's another chapter of history repeating itself?"

Basically, "Screw it."

It was because of the feelings that his laugh sounded slightly hysterical. Roxas wasn't going without a fight? He had the luxury. While Demyx was not the slouch he pretended to be, there were several members of the Organization who could destroy him, three times over.

"That's good for you." It was kind of strange, talking to someone who was a traitor. At least, that's what Saix told him. What Roxas had actually done, he had no idea.

"Tick, tock, I'm just waiting to die if I don't go back." He'd only had half his ice cream and he pushed it away from him with a disgusted grunt.

There's a look of confusion that hits Roxas when Demyx mentions that. It doesn't occur to him that maybe Demyx thinks they're playing on different teams here. "But.. there's two of us here. We'd have an infinitely better chance that way, right?"

And why refuse the rest of the ice cream?

The thought of his demise, the thought of being branded a traitor was enough to turn his stomach. A lot of things in that conversation had the potential for that but that was the tipping point. Ultimately he just did not want to die.

He did think they were on different teams, he did think Roxas wasn't going to help him, why would he? He was the Organization screw up, what did Roxas get out of keeping him alive?

The question made his jaw drop.

"I...uh, I guess that would be true, but why would you help me?"

Why was never even a question. Why not? It isn't like Demyx is a bad.. person, now? If it was Saix, he wouldn't think about it. If it was Larxene, he definitely wouldn't think about it. But Demyx wasn't horrible.

They come from the same place after all. And after all the other losses going on around here, it's nice to have someone to stick up for.. and who might do the same?

With a shrug, as if he doesn't understand the question, because he kind of doesn't, "Just because? I don't have a reason not to. We're both kind of stuck here, so it makes sense." Doesn't it? Maybe Roxas is, once again, falling prey to naivety.

They did come from the same place, that same place that led him not to trust others around him, a place where the other members would not hesitate to stab him in the back. Roxas maybe didn't know it was that cutthroat, why the help was a surprise.

"I...you're sure you want to be paired with me?" He looked a little sheepish. "I mean, I'm not really good at fighting and I can't right now anyway. I don't have any skills or any powers or anything right now."

Demyx felt weak, vulnerable and a little lost without those things, but he would persevere. It wasn't that he wouldn't want someone to stick with, he'd just never had that.

Fortunately in the environment they're currently in, "Fighting isn't the only thing that matters. We don't always have to fight. There's other ways to figure things out." Though Demyx had Roxas on a little scare, he's still pretty sure that none of the others are going to hunt them down. Not here, of all places.

"I think it'll be okay." The biggest thing that Demyx should be worried about, if anything, is getting his instrument back. And dealing with those feelings. Not having those for a long time then suddenly getting hit by them is like getting smacked in the face with a tidal wave. "Maybe instead of worrying about that, figure out the other thing first? Might be easier to sort through anything else when you're used to that. It kind of takes a while, too."

"We don't always have to fight." He murmured in wonder. Demyx didn't particularly care for fighting, he never had. It was just the default of what they had to do. It had always been expected of him.

A reminder that was not entirely welcome. Demyx began to play with his spoon, turning it over in his hands.

"How do I do this?" He asked Roxas. "Do you know? I, uh, since it happened, I've been feeling..." He didn't even know how to finish that sentence anymore.

"It's too much. Everything is too much. I think my chest hurts." Yet, he knew that he'd been guarding his heart close. "I don't want it to hurt. I'm trying to remember what it was like, before I knew I shouldn't be feeling things."

It's a mystery to Roxas just how long Demyx has been in the Organization, so who knows how deeply buried those memories of his are. They might not even exist anymore.. if that's even possible. "Do you remember anything from before? Not before this, but before that time?"

Lucky ~~maybe~~ for Roxas he did get a glimpse of what it was like for his 'prior-self.' That definitely didn't help at first when it came to dealing with everything, but being able to revert to that or use it as a reference is better than nothing.

"You mean when I was a Somebody?" Demyx asked, blinking at Roxas. That was a strange thing to consider. It wasn't something people like them talked about. It was kind of taboo and Roxas had certainly never asked before.

"I...yeah." Demyx said, still bewildered. "Yeah, I remember a little bit. Not as much as some people would but certain things, I remember them. My name, for example." He smiled a little.

Why not break the norm and start? For the others, at least, they still were, in essence, their other selves. At one point Roxas's Somebody was alive and well with him here, even. "If you're feeling now, maybe you're getting closer to being a Somebody again."

The other Nobodies might just simply revert, or assume the identity, who knows, if that's the case. "Might make it easier for dealing with the changes?"

"I don't- I mean I think technically I could be but is this even my heart?" He frowned, he doubted it. "How would they have gotten it? Why the memories...did I take someone else's heart?" He pressed a palm to his chest.

For Demyx, it was an existential crisis.

"Too many changes." He settled on thumping his head onto the table instead. "I'm not the kind of guy for this kind of stress!"

Careful there, with that kind of behavior other people are going to start paying attention. They don't just yet, but in case it starts to happen Roxas adopts more animation in his own. That should fix it.. for now. Until they move from this spot.

"Hey, of course it's yours! You can't just.. steal someone else's and then feel all those things it feels. It doesn't work like that." Or does it? He doesn't know for sure, but that sounds like what would happen.

"Come on.. you don't think you are, but you can be. I didn't think I'd be who I am, from who I came of, with the kind responsibility I had.. nor did I want it, but it was there, and I took it." These things were mostly true; he didn't want what he was given, he didn't want to be the wielder of the Keyblade, much less a tool that Xemnas had sought fit to use for his own agenda, but it happened anyway. Despite it, he's here, somehow. Surely, Demyx could find his own once he overcomes his own hurdle here.

At least he isn't asleep during this time like Roxas was.. or, did that make it easier?

"How would they get it though? I mean, I know I don't get a lot of that stuff but how does all of this work?" He rubbed his forehead as if this was giving him a headache. It was.

He hadn't chosen his fate any more than Roxas had really. It might have seemed like it, but he didn't wake up one day and run off to join the Organization. It had just happened to him. He tilted his head back a bit so he could look at Roxas from behind his arms on the table.

"I'm really not. I don't deal with these kinds of sudden changes very well, obviously."

That's sort of a tough one. If he didn't get it from someone else, where did it come from? The only other answer to that was, "It has to be your own, then. That's the only thing that makes sense."

Guess everyone deals with their own problems at their own time.. but still. Something this paramount needs some kind of direction in order to process it, right? "If you say so.. but, still. You'll probably find you have it in you when you need to. I know I did." However long that takes, anyway.

"It has to be mine." He repeated, in something akin to a daze and his arms tightened a bit as he rested his chin on them, ice cream long forgotten. "Has to be..."

If it was his...

His brow furrowed. "No one can take it from me again then." Demyx said firmly, protectively. As shaken as he was, thrown and out of his element, he still wanted a heart. How could one choose to live without one?

Like any time he sort of understands a situation, but not entirely enough, his eyebrows raise to a point where he's concerned, but not visibly surprised. "Y-yeah.. that. Don't worry about someone taking it away from you, though; no one like that is here anymore. This is your life to live. You can do what you want with it."

To an extent, he wants to add, considering their circumstances with the managers and all.. but he leaves that out for now, for the sake of the other here.

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