Ode to Emptyness

[ShadowofDoubt]

The Hall of Empty Melodies was, in all irony, full of music at the time. Demyx had put himself back in the old castle after a few weeks of wandering Hollow Bastion, the place where he had supposedly died.

The Hall of Empty Melodies had been his favorite room in the castle for several reasons, the foremost being that it was an excellent place to play his music, irony aside. Of course, there didn't seem to be anybody here (he'd seen no one since his appearance) at the time, so every room was just as empty--and most of them also large enough for good sound quality.

As he played another note, he wondered about his fellow members of the Order. Not, of course, that he particularly liked some of them (Saix and Xaldin, bah--they didn't even seem to like music), but they were all he knew.

Well, he figured, some of them must still be here. And with that in mind, he decided on something he figured would get them to come out--whether they be annoyed with him or not.

And thus notes of incredible volume blasted forth, filling the entire castle with their presence. Even outside, the beat of the music was there, albiet a lot less loud. Those far enough away to still have their hearing would have to admit that the tune was quite good.

Demyx soon began to get absorbed in his music, and with his prior thoughts sidelined for the moment, decided to dance. And dance he did.

[Naminé /admin/]

I'm alive.

The thought spread through Zexion triumphantly, though his features did not show it. They were as emotionless as they had been before his 'plunge into ruin,' his eyes glimmering with the wisps of an emerging scheme as they passed over the seemingly empty castle.

And then, a melody blasted into his ears, which were soon covered by gloved hands.

"Demyx..." he grumbled sourly–of all the Members, Demyx was the last he wanted to see right now. He did not want to deal with idiocy after returning from a realm of nothingness, where he had felt even more nonexistent than before. Zexion had hoped to come face to face with Xehanort; however, he saw that his hope was going to be crushed.

In the end, Zexion's craving for some form of human contact won over his hatred for idiots and he disappeared in a flurry of darkness, only to reappear in the room that Demyx occupied.

"Demyx! Stop this madness..." he yelled, his icy voice somehow overpowering the music despite its low volume.

[ShadowofDoubt]

It took Demyx a few moments to register that he'd actually heard someone, partially because his ears were hardly working, and partially to amazement that someone could actually speak over his music. In the few seconds that it had taken to realize this, one of his moves had almost hit the person in question.

After a minute to regain his composure (it may as well have flown out the window--he'd fallen over out of post-concert disorientation), he actually checked to see who it was that had come to visit him--or yell at him--either way.

Zexion. Great. He didn't really know all that much about him in the first place, and with that whole Castle Oblivion thing, he hadn't the chance to see much of him, anyway. What he did know was that Zexion was a bit too serious. Quite depressing, really.

He waved. "Heya Zex. What's going on?"

[Naminé /admin/]

Zexion gave him his usual look: unfeeling, uncaring, yet tactical and snide. He pushed a hair back into place before registering Demyx's greeting.

"Hello, Demyx," he replied coollly, his voice unwavering. If he was disappointed to see Demyx, it didn't show. "Where are the others?" The question was not out of dislike, but curiosity; Zexion was surprised to the Castle That Never Was in such a deserted state. "Have they faded or are they off on some hopeless mission to place Kingdom Hearts in their control?" Since his fall, Zexion had realized that the Organization's plight to take control of Kingdom Hearts was, in reality, very hopless indeed. It would never happen. A group of nonexistant simpletons was nothing to Kingdom Hearts.

[ShadowofDoubt]

"The others.. Well, er.. I dunno."

Zexion was monotomous as ever, it seemed. And just as depressing. Come on, hopeless? How'd he figure that? Wasn't he listening whenever Xemnas had gone on about it?

Well, okay, Demyx hadn't especially listened to the explanations of the Order's mission (his idle humming seemed a touch more interesting at the time), but he'd caught the gist of it. They all wanted to be complete. He wanted to be complete.

His mind, disliking such serious subjects, decided to go back on topic. Where were all the others?

"If you want, I can play some more," he joked, "that oughta bring them out."

[Naminé /admin/]

Zexion paused, eyes narrowing in concentration. It took him a moment to come to the conclusion that no one possessing any sort of distinct scent was in the direct vacinity. He was rather relieved to discover this–coming face to face with a group of twelve nonexistant people was not what he wanted right now.

"That's unecessary," Zexion replied rather sharply. "We are the only occupants of this castle."

He sighed, putting gloved fingers to his temples and applying a gentle pressure; he felt a migraine coming on from just thinking about more of Demyx's reckless music. If the sixth Organization member had caught Demyx's joking, he did not display it.

[ShadowofDoubt]

Demyx had seen that certain hand movement before. It generally meant that whoever was doing it was beginning to get annoyed--and it tended to be Demyx doing the annoying. He wasn't quite sure why this was, though. He thought his jokes were funny, and his music wasn't that bad--he actually thought it was quite good. Demyx didn't think he'd ever figure out some of these people.

Akward silence. He hadn't noticed it for a second, but there it was, yelling in his face. Well, actually, not yelling in his face, but still.. And being unable to think of any conversation starters, he continued on the old one.

"Why'd you want to know? You miss us all or something?" Deciding it probably wouldn't hurt, he also shot Zexion a smile to go with his question.

[Naminé /admin/]

Witht a sigh, Zexion looked at Demyx, eyes containing only bitter cold wether their owner liked it or not. His mouth wasn't formed into it's usual sever frown; rather, it was turned up in a smirk.

"Miss you?" he asked, a bark-like laugh nowhere near his usual snide chuckle escaping from his mouth. "Why on earth would I miss you lot? I was never appreciated. In fact, I rather enjoyed my time away from this place."

The sentence wasn't directed directly at Demyx–no, it included all of the members, save Zexion, of course. He looked around the room, shaking his head a bit before turning back to Demyx. "I suppose there is no use in staying here," he said with a sigh. "Perhaps I should see if there are any salvagable items left in my room..." This statement was said more to Zexion's own self than Demyx, but the icy haired member really didn't care if the other heard it or not.

[ShadowofDoubt]

"What are you waiting for, then? I wouldn't think you'd want to stick around and talk to unnappreciative little me." A bit dramatic. He'd have to lighten the mood up a bit--for him, anyway.

And so, of course, Demyx's maniacal plan went into effect. He formed a bit of water near Zexion, and promptly soaked his shoes. It might not have seemed like much, but Zexion should soon find out how annoying it is. He almost felt like laughing evilly, or something.

[Naminé /admin/]

Zexion's expression became one of deep irratation, his eyes closing. He took a deep breath of air and held it for a moment before letting it out–he did not enjoy water. He was, in a sense, very catlike in both demeanor and preferences.

"If you'd please refrain from soaking my clothing with water..." he said slowly. "I know you're proud of your power and all, but it's nothing new."

He walked, his shoes making that odd squishy sound shoes make when wet. This caused his irratation–and embarassment–to grow. An occasional flopping sound accompained the squishing.

Squish, squish, squish, FLOP, squish...

A groan made its way to the air from Zexion's lips.

[ShadowofDoubt]

It may not be new, but it certainly was amusing. He'd almost managed to keep a fit of laughter inside, but Zexion's groan had set it loose. As his laughter went off, he faded away into a dark portal, headed for any other random part of the castle then the one he was in. He'd never seen Zexion fight before, but he wasn't especially willing to provoke him into it.

All in all, his talk with Zexion had put him in a better mood then he might have expected. He summoned his Sitar (which he hadn't realized had been unsummoned) after finding himself in a suitable room, and began to play a tune that fit his mood. He made sure not to play as loudly this time, though.

[Naminé /admin/]

Zexion scowled, turning as if to assault Demyx, but finding that the rather immature Nobody had left. Thus, Zexion was left with nothing to vent anything on. After a moment, he, too, disappeared.