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March 13th - Kingdom Hearts - Prompt 13
Title: n/a
Day: March 13th - "and what if none of their souls were saved?"
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Implied Xaldin/Xigbar, but Demyx-Xaldin friendship?
Rating: G
Xaldin and Demyx sat together perched up on one of the highest outlooks in the World That Never Was. The view might have been spectacular, but what was to be viewed was nothing more than a mere neon-on-black canvas, garish lights on pitch-black buildings. However, from their vantage point, the Heartless could not be seen skittering about their instinctual business. It was essentially their own world right now, and most of the time, Demyx would find Xaldin, or Xaldin would find Demyx, sitting on the ledge already and looking out into the darkness. No exchanges had to be made between the two; the meetings never mentioned to others—wind passed by water without a ripple.
Tonight, Xaldin had found Demyx here already, blonde hair wind-tossed and shaggy as always.
Demyx heard the footsteps of Xaldin behind him, his head craning backward to gaze at the older Nobody. Xaldin’s violet eyes flicked down to the younger, and he didn’t have to be told that tonight would be different.
“Xaldin,” Demyx started slowly, blue eyes reflecting the light of Kingdom Hearts. “Where do you think they are?”
Xaldin’s face remained blank as he slipped down to his seat next to the neophyte, slouching slightly and folding his hands together in his lap.
“Where do I think who is?” he asked.
“You know,” Demyx said, drawing his legs up from the ledge and sitting Indian style on the concrete. “Vexen, Larxene, Lexaeus, Marluxia, and Zexion… Where do you think they went?”
“They ceased to exist,” Xaldin replied naturally. “You know as well as I do that we are nothing, and we return to being nothing.”
“Are you sure about that?” Demyx asked, a light frown spreading onto his face. “I feel.”
Xaldin frowned. Demyx had been here for, what? At least five years now? The innocent veil of feeling those remnant emotions should have long since been torn; but for Demyx, it was different. He believed he had a Heart, and still now, he insisted that he had one, and everyone else did as well. Xaldin had yet to be on the receiving end of Demyx’s speculation, but he had heard tales of Zexion and Vexen leaving the room in frustration when trying to “argue” with Demyx’s “logic.”
“It’s proven,” Xaldin said. “Countless tests have been conducted by the six of us. No patterns or displays of a sign of a Heart show in any of us.”
“But…,” Demyx started. “Maybe the Heart isn’t something to be, you know, studied by science. It’s like asking for scientific proof if angels are nice. Have you met an angel?” A grin went onto Demyx’s face. “Emotion and beakers don’t mix. You guys shouldn’t just disprove something because…” He frowned. “Well, I’ve got a Heart, and you’ve got a Heart.”
Xaldin merely snorted with a smile. Maybe this discussion was not exactly going down hill?
“Prove to me I have a Heart,” Xaldin countered, crossing his arms. “Dilan had a Heart—he felt and loved and had a family. Whereas I do not love and I don’t feel the things that Dilan had felt before.”
“Well, maybe there’s something you don’t want to feel,” Demyx replied. “I mean, you guys did spend years researching and researching Hearts and stuff… so I guess it might be kind of hard for you to take the fact you might be wrong?” A smile. “Kinda like denial? I don’t want to say that you guys were arrogant or anything, but… You just put so much faith in what you studied—and when you experience what you were testing… and you’re wrong?”
“I can see why Vexen and Zexion didn’t like this,” Xaldin laughed, sitting up straight. “You insulted their work.”
“I’m not insulting at all!” Demyx immediately fretted. “I’m just saying they were wrong! I’m not a scientist, not in the least… But, if you try to feel, you really feel! I know I feel, and Roxas and Axel would feel—Saix does feel too. Luxord enjoys gambling, and Marluxia took care of his plants. Larxene felt things too—all of us can feel, and we have no problems admitting it.”
“But you’ve not proved me wrong yet,” Xaldin said quietly.
“I’m getting there,” Demyx said, his voice getting faster as he explained, too many thoughts rushing through the Nocturne’s mind for him to get out of his mouth. “You come up here each night and look out on the city with me. You come here to feel relaxed after a mission you get from Superior.” His smile didn’t disappear, but his voice slowed down, as if finally getting to his point. “You stay with Xigbar all the time, don’t you? If you didn’t have a Heart, then you wouldn’t be with him. You don’t speak these things, and all but you two are always together. You talk during meetings about things—about what you did that day, what someone else was doing to who. If you didn’t care then you wouldn’t speak, but you care because you have a Heart.”
Xaldin just looked at Demyx, a silence forming.
“Amusing, I have to say,” Xaldin noted, looking away from Demyx finally. “I bet Vexen and Zexion didn’t listen to you for that long.”
“Nah,” Demyx laughed, stretching out his legs over the ledge of the building once more. “Vexen hissed at me to ‘Get out of my lab!’ and Zexion’d just walk off. No one’d ever hear me out.”
“I find it interesting,” Xaldin said, slouching over once more. “And, for hearing your reasoning, I suppose I’ll entertain you with an answer to your initial question.” He sighed. “I want to believe that they are else where—reunited with their Hearts and a whole being finally.”
“Then believe it,” Demyx smiled, craning his head backward. “It’s better than not.”
Three looked at Nine, opening his mouth for a moment, but shaking his head quietly and closing his eyes.
Day: March 13th - "and what if none of their souls were saved?"
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Implied Xaldin/Xigbar, but Demyx-Xaldin friendship?
Rating: G
Xaldin and Demyx sat together perched up on one of the highest outlooks in the World That Never Was. The view might have been spectacular, but what was to be viewed was nothing more than a mere neon-on-black canvas, garish lights on pitch-black buildings. However, from their vantage point, the Heartless could not be seen skittering about their instinctual business. It was essentially their own world right now, and most of the time, Demyx would find Xaldin, or Xaldin would find Demyx, sitting on the ledge already and looking out into the darkness. No exchanges had to be made between the two; the meetings never mentioned to others—wind passed by water without a ripple.
Tonight, Xaldin had found Demyx here already, blonde hair wind-tossed and shaggy as always.
Demyx heard the footsteps of Xaldin behind him, his head craning backward to gaze at the older Nobody. Xaldin’s violet eyes flicked down to the younger, and he didn’t have to be told that tonight would be different.
“Xaldin,” Demyx started slowly, blue eyes reflecting the light of Kingdom Hearts. “Where do you think they are?”
Xaldin’s face remained blank as he slipped down to his seat next to the neophyte, slouching slightly and folding his hands together in his lap.
“Where do I think who is?” he asked.
“You know,” Demyx said, drawing his legs up from the ledge and sitting Indian style on the concrete. “Vexen, Larxene, Lexaeus, Marluxia, and Zexion… Where do you think they went?”
“They ceased to exist,” Xaldin replied naturally. “You know as well as I do that we are nothing, and we return to being nothing.”
“Are you sure about that?” Demyx asked, a light frown spreading onto his face. “I feel.”
Xaldin frowned. Demyx had been here for, what? At least five years now? The innocent veil of feeling those remnant emotions should have long since been torn; but for Demyx, it was different. He believed he had a Heart, and still now, he insisted that he had one, and everyone else did as well. Xaldin had yet to be on the receiving end of Demyx’s speculation, but he had heard tales of Zexion and Vexen leaving the room in frustration when trying to “argue” with Demyx’s “logic.”
“It’s proven,” Xaldin said. “Countless tests have been conducted by the six of us. No patterns or displays of a sign of a Heart show in any of us.”
“But…,” Demyx started. “Maybe the Heart isn’t something to be, you know, studied by science. It’s like asking for scientific proof if angels are nice. Have you met an angel?” A grin went onto Demyx’s face. “Emotion and beakers don’t mix. You guys shouldn’t just disprove something because…” He frowned. “Well, I’ve got a Heart, and you’ve got a Heart.”
Xaldin merely snorted with a smile. Maybe this discussion was not exactly going down hill?
“Prove to me I have a Heart,” Xaldin countered, crossing his arms. “Dilan had a Heart—he felt and loved and had a family. Whereas I do not love and I don’t feel the things that Dilan had felt before.”
“Well, maybe there’s something you don’t want to feel,” Demyx replied. “I mean, you guys did spend years researching and researching Hearts and stuff… so I guess it might be kind of hard for you to take the fact you might be wrong?” A smile. “Kinda like denial? I don’t want to say that you guys were arrogant or anything, but… You just put so much faith in what you studied—and when you experience what you were testing… and you’re wrong?”
“I can see why Vexen and Zexion didn’t like this,” Xaldin laughed, sitting up straight. “You insulted their work.”
“I’m not insulting at all!” Demyx immediately fretted. “I’m just saying they were wrong! I’m not a scientist, not in the least… But, if you try to feel, you really feel! I know I feel, and Roxas and Axel would feel—Saix does feel too. Luxord enjoys gambling, and Marluxia took care of his plants. Larxene felt things too—all of us can feel, and we have no problems admitting it.”
“But you’ve not proved me wrong yet,” Xaldin said quietly.
“I’m getting there,” Demyx said, his voice getting faster as he explained, too many thoughts rushing through the Nocturne’s mind for him to get out of his mouth. “You come up here each night and look out on the city with me. You come here to feel relaxed after a mission you get from Superior.” His smile didn’t disappear, but his voice slowed down, as if finally getting to his point. “You stay with Xigbar all the time, don’t you? If you didn’t have a Heart, then you wouldn’t be with him. You don’t speak these things, and all but you two are always together. You talk during meetings about things—about what you did that day, what someone else was doing to who. If you didn’t care then you wouldn’t speak, but you care because you have a Heart.”
Xaldin just looked at Demyx, a silence forming.
“Amusing, I have to say,” Xaldin noted, looking away from Demyx finally. “I bet Vexen and Zexion didn’t listen to you for that long.”
“Nah,” Demyx laughed, stretching out his legs over the ledge of the building once more. “Vexen hissed at me to ‘Get out of my lab!’ and Zexion’d just walk off. No one’d ever hear me out.”
“I find it interesting,” Xaldin said, slouching over once more. “And, for hearing your reasoning, I suppose I’ll entertain you with an answer to your initial question.” He sighed. “I want to believe that they are else where—reunited with their Hearts and a whole being finally.”
“Then believe it,” Demyx smiled, craning his head backward. “It’s better than not.”
Three looked at Nine, opening his mouth for a moment, but shaking his head quietly and closing his eyes.