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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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."

The elevator carrying them up to the top hums as it passes floor by floor, not many covered, but it's slow, so..

"I'm sure we'll have something for that. If not, you'll get it down. Right?" Demyx was, as far as Roxas knew, a master as getting that particular instrument in tune no matter what. After all, he did spend a lot of time doing just that between missions. Or so he led on.

Ding. Doors open.

"Ah, well, here it is. Welcome to our suite. Not much, but home." What he's gesturing towards as he describes, lackluster at that, is the full penthouse suite that Virgo offers their musicians at his level. A large kitchen, which is obviously begging for use given the untouched and dusty counter tops that aren't covered by dishes whatever else, all which lines a rather large recreational room. Here, on hardwood floor, is where most of the instruments take place, along with couches and televisions and whatever other entertainment distractions one could hope for.

Hugging the walls are doors to their rooms, which were shut, for good reason.

"You wanna try it out right away, or get the grand tour?" Which, honestly, could entail just what?

"I can tune it by ear, don't worry about that." Demyx laughed lightly, still in a better mood to have an instrument in his hands, ready for his use.

"It's big, like ours kind of, but different." Demyx mused and smiled. Almost all of the doors were closed, and it was probably empty at the moment.

"It's okay, just sit me down somewhere so I can get my hands on this. It's not Arpeggio, but it'll do."

That'll make things easier. "Alright, wherever you want. Sit down in the studio," by that he means wherever the instruments are placed, "and go nuts. I'm going to get something out of the kitchen first.. you want anything?"

"Just some water!" Demyx called as he grabbed a seat on a comfortable looking couch. It was far above the seats he was used to in the Organization. Xemnas had no taste for interior design.

He made himself comfortable and eased the sitar out of the case with great care. It was a nice model, made of an expensive wood. He checked over the frets and the strings and began the slow process of tuning it. Each peg was turned and adjusted. Unlike Arpeggio, this model had four main strings, but he could work with it. His head was bent in concentration, focus sharp and unlike his usual demeanor.

Water it is. Simple, but smart. For himself, Roxas will be pouring a mix of liquor and... ice. Why not have it cold if it's available?

When he's back at the living room area Demyx will get the water and Roxas will keep the loaded drink for himself, sipping as he notices the fine work Demyx has already put in. "You're ready to go already, huh? Man.. I wish we had someone with your talent in our band. We have so many new people they practically picked off the street," with that a long sip of his definitely-toxic drink, "Not that this is a bad thing, but with all the work my other band mate and myself put in, it'd be nice to have what you got."

Sigh. "That's alright though. You want me to listen in for a bit while you get the hang of it?" As much as he's acting like he can and is willing to play along with whatever Demyx is able, he knows better to know that Demyx is far more practiced at this sort of thing than he is. That and with his hands on a new instrument, he probably wants some time to get used to it. At least a few minutes.

He could worry about drinking when he didn't have a beautiful instrument in his hands.

"I've had years to play with my sitar. I know all about them." He smiled shyly at Roxas, as though that was a secret.

"I lost this talent until I remembered it. All I do is sing and I'm a much better sitar player than I am a singer."

He strummed the strings lightly. "My band is...well I don't know. I don't think they like me much." He turned a peg and tried again. It was a nice, solid note.

"I don't mind if you want to sit and listen. Scales and tuning isn't that interesting, but I need to warm up. It's been awhile, I think."

It's as if Demyx took the thing and revived it from the dead; it's already sounding like new. Or at least, as much as he figures a new one would sound like. "I kind of miss being able to have weapons at my hands whenever I needed it." He thinks about that for a moment. "Not because I get into a lot of fights or anything, just it was nice. Didn't have to carry them around, and you never know when it could be useful."

As far as Roxas knows, he doesn't know too much about the band that Demyx is in.. only that he was in it. Or is he? "Have you met everyone there yet? Honestly I didn't even meet all mine until we got up on stage.. and then they disappeared."

Yeah, he'll definitely sit and listen for a while. That could be therapeutic.

An old unused sitar could sound good as new with the proper care and attention. It was lucky it didn't need to be restrung, really. "Yeah." He agreed softly. "I kind of feel...vulnerable."

That made sense, his life had been nothing but fighting for years, his battle skills determining his worthiness as an individual. At the moment, he was weak and unable to defend himself if it came down to it. He didn't like that feeling at all.

"Yeah, I've met them." Demyx said, lips pressed together as he considered what he wanted to say. If it was anyone but Roxas, he'd bite his tongue. However, if they were going to enter into a partnership, they were meant to trust each other. That would be hard.

"I met Sora first." He started, skipping over the scales and going right into a tune full of thought and melancholy. "He was nice, I guess. He gave me a balloon and told me they kinda didn't want me there, because they liked the other guy."

Now he knew, it really wasn't his fault. "Then there's Jaime, who kinda finds me tiring. Reminds me of Vexen a little with his sighing. B seems like a nice guy. He was friendly at least. And Maxxie I barely know. I mean, he moved out too so I won't see him that much anyway. They're okay, but it's like when I was recruited you know? Everyone knows each other, everyone has a history and here comes Demyx to screw everything up."

So he did see Sora. There's that, at least. If the worst has happened, he'll be able to find out without asking people he barely knows. That's a conversation he'd rather save for later, because he has a bad feeling about it.

Lips meet the glass again, sipping as he puts as much thought into paying attention and appreciating the sound as the creator is into making it. It's very relaxing and thought provoking, setting the mood something heavy as more of the relationship dynamics Demyx has had thus far unfolds.

"In this kind of business I think that's just the nature of the beast, unfortunately. Things change so much too, even if you do get used to someone, doesn't matter because they might be moving on or gone. I've already seen.. three band members come and go? It's only been a few months at that. There definitely isn't consistency with anything around here, but oddly enough you get used to it." Total opposite of what they're used to.

"It would be nice to have something to rely on though, to know is going to be there."

If anything should happen to Sora, Roxas could ask Demyx, there was that at least. He was quiet a moment as he played, the music turning thoughtful as he listened to Roxas' experience.

"I don't...like that." He admitted softly. "I always thought if I had a heart I'd fit in somewhere, you know?"

Demyx thought people would like him, although that was quite the dream considering what he'd spent his youth doing.

"Yeah. I'm used to a rigid schedule. Routine. Everything being the same."

That warrants another sip. Someone isn't helping much here, is he? "There's going to be somewhere, it's just finding it. This situation we're in doesn't make it easy though with all the change all the time." There's something to be missed about that structure when it's so free-fall like it is now. But not being told what to do every day all the time.. can't beat that. For a moment he really thinks back to what it was like in the World That Never Was and how it felt to be surrounded by people constantly searching for meaning, feeling alone, ironically to find that all along having some of those people around was what would've been the answer, for him at least.

A thought occurs to him that makes him smile. "You know, we're kind of lucky here to have known each other and meet up like this. I mean, what are the odds of that, really?"

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