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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He was surprised to say the least at the compliment. It was a true compliment from someone who actually knew him, actually knew his talents and he was dumbstruck. He blushed darkly.

"I-I..." He stammered a bit and smiled. "Thank you Roxas. I um, yeah, I could do that. Share my talents with this world."

He can't recall the last time anyone complimented him. Most of his peers found his sitar playing annoying and inconvenient, or as Saix put it, useless.

That group of people, or whatever, didn't appreciate anything outside the very boring mold of plain. "I think it'll work out."

Sigh. He wishes that he could feel the same about his own path, but he'll figure it out eventually. "What else you got planned for the day, anyway?" Other than looking at instruments and equipment, then ice cream, Roxas was hoping to get some practice time with him and his. They kind of need it with the big change in lineup.

That was true. The Nobodies weren't big on things that were different or individual at all. That had always been a huge trial for Demyx. If nothing else, he was an individual.

"I don't remember. It didn't seem important after I remembered." He smiled a little weakly, rubbing his forehead.

"None of it seems important."

In the grand scheme of things, maybe nothing does. But they have nothing else other than what's available to them at the moment. That's why, "I have to practice with the band later. We have some new members, you know how that goes." It hasn't been easy.

"We can hang around wherever until then if you want?"

"I don't know what it's like to get new members, I just know what it's like to be the new guy. That sucks." Demyx exhaled. "I mean, they don't even want me there."

Because of his heart, he could feel just how lonely that was. "Then again, the Organization doesn't want me around either."

He frowned, because he sensed that was true. He sensed the mission he'd been on was designed for failure.

"You want to?"

Being the new guy does suck. And Roxas did a splendid job pissing off at least half of his band at the time when he was in that position. Advice on how to handle that will not be best given from him.

"I don't know about the band, there's no way you did as bad as I did when I first showed up. I think I set a record on that."

Hm.. what could they do before practice, anyway? "Sure! You want to see the Virgo tower, where I live? Our rooms there are so much better than that black and white and gray, boring setting we had."

At least Demyx hadn't pissed them off that he knew of, he just felt like an outcast.

"What did you do?" His eyes sparked with interest and he smiled, curious.

He nodded in agreement. "I'd like to see it, yeah. I haven't been there!"

This is embarrassing. "When I first moved in I was kind of excited to have my own space and do whatever I wanted with it. Unlike that boring black and white slab we had back at the Organization, I put all kinds of stuff up in my room. Whatever I wanted, you know?" These things are still up on his walls, actually.

"I definitely left a mess though. It trailed out into the halls and pissed off a few others living with me. They complained, I didn't listen, they complained more, I couldn't have cared less.. now they're gone."

Story of his life, people coming and then going. They probably didn't leave just because of the piles of stuff he left around, but it sure didn't help make for setting a great starting point in what was their relationship with him. "That's in the past though. Let's get out of here, I'll show you what it looks like now. There isn't a mess this time, either."

He learned from before. That and it got tiring to constantly climb up and over a pile of whatever just to get in and out of his room.

He got up, nodding in agreement with Roxas since they could talk as they walked as well as anything else they were doing. It was less likely to get overheard in any detail that way too.

"You...didn't remember, right? Like me?" Demyx asked, hesitating as though he might be wrong about that.

"What did you think happened? I'm trying to remember now what I thought and I just remember that in this...life, I guess, I didn't have anything either. I haven't felt like I should get it. At any minute it could all be torn away I mean."

He swallowed. "Nobodies don't leave anything behind, right?"

That's a loaded question. At first, like any other arrival, he believed what was built into him to believe. Now, though, that's not the case. "In the beginning I didn't. But then things happened, and now I do. Learning about it wasn't easy. It wasn't much different than Twilight Town."

Which pains the most, honestly. Being kidnapped, brainwashed and betrayed several times in one short lifetime is a bit much. He should be angrier, but all of that was spent the first time around. Now he's more cool and calculated about it, instead of lashing out trying to figure out what to do next.

"I really don't know. Whatever happened, it brought us here. At least we know better." The thought of having all they know taken away from them as easily as it was given is very real and very frightening. "It's possible it could all go away.. but why let that stop you from making the best of it?"

Even though his friends in that simulation were fake, the ones he thought and hoped he had, the feelings were real and the bond was something true. "I guess we make up our own minds about what we do now, where we go and what, if anything, we leave behind. I like it that way better."

He understood it wasn't easy. He'd just had a crash course in 'not easy'. "Twilight...Town?" Demyx asked, confused by that. What was remarkable about that place? It was just a different world, wasn't it? He wasn't privvy to Roxas' fate, it wasn't information he needed to know, in Saix's opinion.

"I-do you even know how terrifying this all is to me?" Demyx asked him softly. "Do you know how long it's been since I had so much freedom? I don't know how to deal with it." Everything he could think of was incredibly unhealthy.

"We aren't ever to make friends, to get to know people. Humans, with hearts, they're not for us. They'd hate us if they knew." The words murmured low under his breath, but loud enough for Roxas to hear him was a mantra. A familiar mantra. It had been drilled into his head.

"Nobodies aren't meant to be, they're nothing and leave nothing behind." He grimaced.

"Do you know I always hated that?"

Oh yeah.. that was something that was only a Roxas problem. Realizing this he'll hand-wave it for now, dismissing it as a topic that doesn't need delving into.

Hearing that phrase repeated to him took him back to the days of having to listen to one of the leader's awful speeches that ultimately chipped away at anything good inside, effectively turning them into drones. "I guess I don't follow that so much because I wasn't there long enough. And even then, it wasn't the same for me."

Apparently, according to various sources, he isn't like the other Nobodies. Not knowing made it difficult, and then knowing made it even more difficult to deal with. It was never easy. It never is. "Forget that stuff. It doesn't apply here." Hell, it didn't even apply when they were back at their boring black-and-white home.

"You hated it because it wasn't right. We're free of that now, as we're meant to be. The time I had here before I remembered," though spent shamelessly indulging in as many sins as a person his age could and would, "let me know what it's like to feel that again. After that, I didn't want to go back. It's not a habit that's easy to break, I'm sure, but this gives you an opportunity to start?"

"I...guess it wasn't." Demyx nodded a bit. "I mean, you got all kinds of missions that would have taken us forever to get. The missions I was doing by the time you joined weren't the kind I did when I started."

He rubbed his forehead. "I'll try to forget it but it's hard. Hard to see it. I mean, breaking the rules is just-" He'd tried, he'd broken them before when he was smaller.

"You don't want to go back?" Demyx asked, tilting his head. "Feeling freedom I don't know how to do it. I don't remember what it's supposed to be like."

After what happened to him when he broke the rules by leaving, it would be lying to say that didn't have serious consequences. The mentality behind it compounded with what was probably years of enduring is probably what makes it more difficult for Demyx to just 'get over' like Roxas is suggesting. When Demyx asks about going back, the answer is a vehement "-heck no. I would fight to keep that from happening." He has before.

They're almost at the building, just a few more streets. "It's nice to be able to do whatever you want. But sometimes," and he's half joking here, "You kind of need some.. rules, you know? Otherwise things get too crazy. But having too much of that, and it'll be just like back at the Organization." Having a happy medium would be best, but it's definitely not a reality here.

Here's a thought. "Do you remember ever doing just what you want to do?"

"I know if I can stop it from happening though." He said a little nervously, fidgeting with his shirt hem. His clothes felt weird now, they hadn't before.

Demyx ran a hand through his hair. "I don't. Not really. Before I was a Nobody, I was a kid. I did what my parents wanted me to do. I think. As far as I can remember."

He nodded slightly. "I am kinda feeling lost right now without it. I keep thinking Saix is gonna come after me."

At least a person's parents, unlike some group of people with a hidden agenda that leaves every man behind, has best interest in mind when making decisions about what they can do or not do. Or so he thinks. That's how it should be, anyway?

Maybe Roxas will ask Demyx what that's like later. He doesn't remember enough of his former self to recall.

"Okay, look, if you could do whatever you wanted right now, no Saix or Organization or parents to tell you this or that, what would it be? What would Demyx want to do?"

He was quiet as he contemplated the question. The question shouldn't need contemplation, most people could answer it in the blink of an eye.

What did he feel like doing?

He was feeling too many things to make sense of. He wanted to cry, scream, rage at the world and at himself, curl up in a ball and try and make sense of it all. Demyx did none of those things and said none of them.

"I think I would play sitar."

It took a while to get the answer out of him, but it was better than someone admitting that what they really wanted to do was something unhealthy to themself or harmful to other people. "That's.. well, we can do that. I'm sure somewhere in the tower there's one of those. We might break a few rules looking for it.. but I think it'll be worth it."

With a smile, "You up for the mission?"

It was not that he didn't feel that way, or that he wouldn't react that way in the future. Knowing that his sitar had left him and how much he wanted it, it was his best shot at something productive.

Breaking rules, sneaking around was like breathing, wasn't it?

Demyx returned the smile warmly. "Let's do it!"

Yes! Something fun, and bordering on dangerous, possibly stupid! "Okay! Just.. follow my lead, play along and I'll get us in. Then we may need to turn a few tricks but I can get us into the room where they have the different instruments when sets go on.. but once I do we won't have a lot of time."

Maybe he was all about himself the last time they really worked together, or maybe he just didn't pay attention, but he doesn't remember what the sitar looked like exactly. "You okay with me putting on the distraction while you go in and find what you're looking for? Once you do we're going to have to get out of here real quick before anyone notices. The best place will probably be back at mine up a few levels, since the last place they'll look is a musician with their own instrument."

Ah, if he could pat himself on the back for that quick thinking he would.

"I can do that." Demyx nodded encouragingly. "You just lead the way around the building. I can stay relaxed and look like I belong there."

It was better than hoping Roxas knew what it looked like. Besides, the one he'd find was likely to be drastically different from his own, the one that was a manifestation of his inner strengths.

"I can run pretty fast, don't worry!"

There are a few missions back in a faction called Agrabah Market he does recall what Demyx could do. His own ability and prowess was less than to be admired, but combined they may be able to pull this off. "Okay.. follow me, and you'll know when to move."

...hopefully.

Up onto the steps of the Virgo building they march, like they belong and nothing is out of the ordinary. What, two young somethings here, ready for band practice, nothing to be concerned about! The security at the front seem to think so as Roxas flashes his fancy 'resident' badge to pass through. More so as they ascend up to the level he knows the equipment is available on and then flashes his fancy ' band member' badge, granting access.

This. Is the moment. With a nod directed as Demyx, Roxas then proceeds to turn to the guards and complain about one of a hundred things that any stuck-up resident could complain about.

Why isn't security up front tighter? What if there's an outside threat? What if someone comes in with a weapon? What if the front gets flooded again? How do they know ALL guests coming in with supposed residents are safe? Are background checks performed? Etc, etc, etc...

Demyx, get moving. He can only come up with so many of these.

Demyx did what he did best. He smiled in a warm pleasant way, strolled with a relaxed posture and let Roxas flash his badges, hands in his pockets as though he were ready to produce his, if asked.

He wasn't.

He headed into the room as though he were getting ready for practice, made the appropriate noises while Roxas grilled the security guards. He searched the room for what he was looking for and found it, sliding it into the case. He brought the case out and lingered in the doorway of the sound proof practice room, just behind Roxas in plain sight.

"Hey, are we gonna practice, or what?" He asked, doing his best to play the impatient bandmate. "Never mind that stuff, come on!"

That way the guards would leave and they'd be able to sneak out. That was a good plan, wasn't it?

If he had an award to give Demyx for being brilliant, this would be the time to give it.

The guards look rather relieved when that other person comes out and drags Roxas and his question-asking-ass away. For a moment Roxas looks like he may have one more on his mind, but then he decides it would be best to save it for later.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go."

With that he follows Demyx into.. the elevator. Where Roxas presses the right button up to the floor where he resides. Whew. "Hey!! We did it!! Congratulations!!" Looking at the rather large instrument in a case that Demyx is carrying, "That it?"

"Finally, geeze!" Demyx exclaimed, rolling his eyes and flashing the guards a smile as he headed into the elevator with Roxas. Piece of cake, wasn't it?

He grinned at him and flashed a cheesy victory sign. "Mission accomplished!" It was his favourite mission thus far.

"This is a sitar, yeah. Not mine, but it looks good. It probably needs a tune up though, I doubt many people play."

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