Who's there.......nobody {Demyx}

[zexion]

Besaid island was best known for its beaches, however the rest of the island was more tropical rainforest then anything else. It was here in some unknown part of the forest that a certain slate coloured hair nobody found himself, Zexion had awoken alone on the ground of said forest he was far from impressed and who knew how far away from any form of human life. At first he had thought nothing of it and had simply opted to open a dark portal, yet as he stood there in the forest trying to open a portal nothing happened. Zexion had tried numerous times, at first thinking it was simply because of the weakened state he awoke yet here he was five hours after waking up and still unable to open a portal.

All his other powers remained in tact, his weapon still came when he called for it and illusions still bended to his will. The darkness he could control seemed to no longer exist, it was odd and defiantly an annoyance yet part of Zexion found it interesting and all to willing to begin looking into the reason as to why. It was then while in deep thought that the nobody forgot to check where he was walking, in a matter of five seconds Zexion found himself falling to the ground the very brief moment of pain as his face hit the dirt was forgotten as Zexion quickly pushed himself to his feet and dusted himself off.

He gave a quick glare at the rather large log he hadn't noticed, then turned on his heels and marched onwards to wards what he was sure to be anywhere but in this forest. The slate haired nobody had been correct, for not long after that he managed to emerge from the jungle onto what appeared to be a white sand beach, Zexion was a complete contrast to the beach. He wore his black cloak as always, his slate grey hair had pits of twigs and leaves in it and his normally clean face was covered in dust and specks of mud and one small cut on his cheek. Bright blue eyes scanned the beach for any sign of life, anything to tell him where he was and how he had awoken here. For Zexion still remembered his own death and someone does not simply just wake up after dying.

[scryingphantomiii]

OOC: I'm sorry for the length and any possible out of character moment..! ;~; I wanted to fill in some background with Demyx already hearing his summon...
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Another breeze came from the ocean’s direction, warm but heavy with another batch of rolling fog. Silence fell through the village again and Demyx knew where this was leading: prayer. Ever since he had awoken here prayer had become a daily custom. The Nobody could not bring himself to admit he’d never once thought about asking a deity for help; the sheer idea of asking something he could not see still baffled him. However, he was warmly accepted into this world and he wouldn’t speak against their routines. His lashes would flutter shut and he’d inhale deeply, taking in the familiar scent. It was better to play along anyway.

”…comes…”

The dirty blonde’s eyebrows would descend. Even with eyes closed Demyx’s expression was still confusion. It seems during this life he was meant to be completely mad; seeing now he was hearing voices in his head. Still, with much hesitation, the Nobody could only reply to this telepathic message the only way he knew how: …huh? What is coming?

There was no reply. Until a knot twisted in the sitar player’s stomach, along with a gut instinct pulling toward the white sand beach. Was this some sort of intuition the Nobody picked up from his recent revival? Demyx’s hands would cuff before rising to his lips; he’d nip at the right pointer finger nail moments later. This was impossible, wasn’t it? He never had a voice in his head before, let alone any sort of intuition. Whatever this was, it was big and he needed answers. Still hesitant as always the young adult wouldn’t budge physically, mocking fear, and attempted one more reach out. What’s coming..? Aw, please tell me..!

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”…he…co…”

His hands would un-cuff, allowing Demyx to place his left hand against his temple. The words were so distant, as if swallowed by monsoon weather, and was nearly impossible to decipher. Demyx’s brows would form a ‘v’ while attempting to think this out. However, his expression would become one to mimic pain as the noise would pick up. Wincing into his thoughts, the dirty blonde would exhale sharply before releasing a weak whimper. Whatever was attempting to speak with him was losing its temper; irritated by the lack of clear communication at the present time. ”It hurts…”

“What’s wrong, sir?” The voice was soothing rain which mixed alongside the monsoon. Minutes later a feminine hand would fall on Demyx’s arm, an attempt to comfort him. However, thanks to her action, Demyx would snap his eyes open as if he’d been shot through the heart (if he had said heart). His skin prickled, goose-bumps forming, as a cold sweat came instantly from the sheer contact. Even though he was now staring at her, he could not get by this rush – why did it feel as if his heart truly jumped to his throat?

Another roar rippled through his body and Demyx would respond with a shiver. Taking a step away, making sure he was free from her touch, the Nobody blurted his response. ”Y-yeah, I’m fine!” With a forced smile,”I just got a headache. I’m going to lay down…”

He’d receive a nod from the woman before making his way from the temple’s sacred ground. Whispers cut through the crowd and Demyx automatically knew they were about him. By this point he’d rather hide his face from them, since every time he stepped on sacred land this voice would manifest. If they truly took his actions as an insult, why didn’t they just state it to him? It didn’t make sense, seeing as their expressions never held annoyance, disgust, or even anger. In fact, all of their expressions seem to go into that of deep thought – similar to a certain slate haired Nobody Demyx had come to know.

By the time he made it to the ocean, his only form of peace, the pain had subsided. Making one last rub at his temple, Demyx would lower his hand with a deep sigh; at last the voice had disappeared again. Walking along the beach seemed to be the only thing that satisfied its craving; Demyx wouldn’t bother to question it otherwise. Inhaling the familiar, salty, scent of the ocean, he’d hum shortly afterward while continuing his walk. Since, for some bizarre reason, he was being drawn in the direction of the jungle – a place the cowardly Nobody never went to by himself.

”What am I supposed to—“ He cut off, spying an object in the distance. No, wait – Demyx would squint – that was no object but a figure. A…human…figure? Lashes fell, if possible, lower as sea-green irises attempted to focus, only to discover the figure was clothed in a veil of black. Once realization struck, Demyx would instantly mock excitement by beaming. Draped in black, like a shadow, was normally a sign of a fellow Organization member! His lips would stretch farther, if possible, as he took notice of the color of the hair. Could this be..?

He inhaled deeply before hollering, his voice echoing into the far distance. ”Zexion!”

Kicking off the ground, Demyx would dart toward the figure as fast as he could. His goal was simple: grab the petite man, and twirl like a mad man out of hell. He was not going to be left alone again! His bare arms, the cloak discarded back at his hut, would attempt to ensnare the tiny form. Even though he was out of breathe, cheeks flushed, the man would beam like a child in a candy store. ”It is you, Zexy!”

Never once did he notice that he could, quite possibly, be smothering the younger Nobody in his grasp.
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[zexion]

The petite man began to pick twigs and leaves out of his fringe, well more so the ones he could actually see. He cast his glance around looking for any sign of life, yet all he was greeted with was miles of sand and water there appeared to be a wharf which was at least something. Yet there was something off about this beach, besides the fact it was lacking in people it was also lacking in sunshine. Zexion was not found of the whole sand, water and sunshine thing, yet the fact that the sun seemed to be blocked out my an eerie fog both bothered him and intrigued him.

Yet again the nobody had become lost in his own thoughts for a brief moment, yet it was in this moment that something would go unnoticed by him. He did not detect the all to familiar scent when the owner appeared on the beach, nor did he notice the other figure now standing on the beach with him. In fact it wasn't until an all too familiar voice practically screamed his name did the young male look towards the other, a simple sniff of the air confirmed that it was indeed who he thought no one else smelt of a crisp sea breeze tainted with specks of darkness.

Then it all happened so fast that Zexion wasn't sure what just happened, one moment he had been staring at a distant figure of Demyx and now two arms were wrapped around him in a death like grip. A shudder would run down his spine at that nickname, he despised it to his very core and yet the other never seemed to remember. "Number Nine, must I always remind you to address me as either Zexion or Number Six and I wasn't even granted a hello" even in his current dishevelled state he remained true to himself.

A few leaves and twigs flew out from slate grey hair as the owner was spun around, bright blue eyes glared at the others tan skin while he thought of the best way to gain his freedom. Opting for quick and simple, Zexion squirmed in the others arms before he managed to slip under the others arms and was now free of Demyx's death like grip. The younger nobody began to once again brush his hair with his fingers, getting what he hopped was the last of the leaves from his hair. "If you applied that sort of grip on an opponent in battle you would easily defeat them" the cold and calculating voice that belong to Zexion always made it harder to tell if he was jesting, being serious or simply insulting you.

A gloved hand disappeared under slate grey bangs for a brief moment, the reappear as it tried to wipe some of the specks of mud off his face. However it would also cause Zexion to smear blood from the unknown cut on his face, onto the rest of his face. "I would be correct in assuming you don't have a detailed report on this place for me to read the petite man would glance back at the ocean one more time "Where am I?".

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Within minutes the spinning stopped as the Melodious Nocturne would wait out the world, literally, spinning. To make sure he wouldn’t tumble over, he’d use Zexion as an anchor. Suddenly there was movement in his arms, causing Demyx to perk with attention before glancing down. Moments later Demyx was reduced to chuckling as the slate haired male was attempting to wiggle free. Honestly Zexion reminded him of a teenager shuddering to have to kiss their grandmother in public; Demyx finding that thought rather adorable, but wouldn’t voice either thought. He liked his life, even if this was his third one.

Demyx had thought about toying with Zexion, messing around by clinging tighter to the boy, but he was no Xigbar. With a warm smile the dirty blonde let his arms slack, and seconds later Zexion was free from the once vice like grip. Instead he’d settle for the next best thing. ”Aww, c’mon! Don’t tell me you didn’t notice?” He’d chuckle while protecting his midriff, never knowing when Zexion would summon his Lexicon for a strike. Even if Zexion never reacted on emotions, Demyx learned long ago that didn’t stop the other members from lashing out. ”That was my hello! I didn’t know Number Six could forget that!”

Moments later Zexion was running fingers through his hair, tugging out various leaves and twigs ensnared in his slate locks. Demyx fell silent while watching the scene before him, and was reminded of the mockery he once received for fixing his hair. Oddly enough, Demyx had expected Xaldin come appear out of nowhere and make a snide comment. However, nothing came and the water mage could only mumble under his breath. ”…wonder where those comments are now.”

Now Demyx could have spent all day dwelling over the past, heck he could even be glad that members he disliked were gone for good. However, anything thoughts would be washed away with the sound of Zexion speaking. Demyx would clamp his jaw shut at the words, attempting to distinguish the other Nobody’s words. Frustration would build with Demyx taking the words to the worst case scenario, but his posture would remain the same. His next word, however, was a few keys lower than normal. ”Funny.”

He was frustrated at the comment, seeing as everyone enjoyed pointing out his dislikes. Crossing his arms in a rushed manner, Demyx actually fell silent. What more could he honestly say? Before he could turn away and mimic a pout, something caught his attention just as Zexion ruffled through his hair; there it was, on his right cheek. Lashes fluttered again before the taller male let out a yelp, previous frustration already long gone. Demyx’s thumb came in contact with the smeared blood. ”You’re hurt! I didn’t do it…did I?”

A worried expression would come across his face; an act Demyx knew how to pull off. However, this time, a flash of concern rippled through is body, making the hairs on his neck stand, as the sensation of acting became real. As swift as the emotion came it faded, allowing Demyx to recollect himself. Pulling away from Zexion, he’d glance down at the smudge substance on his own digit before frowning. ”…we should get you cleaned up.”

With a quick action Demyx would wipe the blood off, against his own shirt, before turning on his heel. ”The town’s this way! C’mon!”

A kick of his heels and then the Nocturne was off, his destination clear. Of course Zexion made another snide comment of his skills, and Demyx would release a childish huff. Once more there was a low key response, proving Demyx’s irritation. ”The place is called Besaid. It’s a small place, friendly people who seem to know everything dealing with each other, and right now I’m supposed to be resting there.”

White sand began to narrow, forming a path and mixing with luscious grass as the two continued onward; soon enough both would pass the large, climate worn, walls and make their way in like nothing. Without a second guess of his location, Demyx lead through the various huts until coming to a far off, newly built, one. Pushing aside the navy blue fabric Demyx would stand aside, allowing Zexion access into the hut. With a swift glance around the water mage would speak. ”C’mon, get inside. I don’t know when they’re going to get back from the temple.”

Shortly afterward Demyx would enter his, current, residence before ushering Zexion to sit on the makeshift bed (which his Organization cloak would drape over). Shuffling in the small area with ease, Demyx would choose a bowl before pulling water from the atmosphere to filling the object. Fetching for a fresh, white, clothe, Demyx would return to place the bowl on the wooden nightstand, next to the bed. He'd then back up to allow Zexion space. ”This is about all I can give you…for now.”

The dirty blonde would sit down on the previous counter-like-structure he worked at, and he’d fall silent. Before sighing rather loud, ”Hey, Zexion…how are you alive? I heard everyone from Castle Oblivion was gone.”

He just had to know that he wasn't the only one that escaped death.