Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Rating: PG for mild language
Summary: He was always the one muttering to himself in the corner, always the one everyone looked down upon.
Additional notes: Ok. I wanted to write a fic that had something to do with the fact that Roxas = Jesse McCartney. So, this fic, and the crack pairing along with it, spawned. I probably am not the first one to write Roxas/Demyx, but it'd rock so hardcore. Heh.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts, and all associated characters and plots are copyrighted to Square Enix.
Miss Murder is copyrighted to AFI.
Beautiful Soul is copyrighted to Jesse McCartney.
I own nothing.
“Puh-lease!” I cringed on the inside and glared at the cloaked Nobody before me. Of all the times for him to show up. I slammed my book shut with an obnoxious sigh. He stared.
“Well?” I demanded, seeing no one else was with him. I had considered myself lucky to be free of Axel for one day. He was a friend of sorts, but he was so clingy. But, at least he didn’t have a mullet I mused with a smirk.
Demyx frowned, plopping into the seat next to mine ungracefully. “Sorry, I was talking to Luxord.” He reclined easily and I twitched. I wanted him gone. Gone gone gone gone. So I could read my book in peace. There was, after all, nothing else to do in that God-forsaken castle.
“That’s nice,” I said and shook the cover of the book. Perhaps book shakes were a good enough charm to scare him away. Hopefully. Really, the only person worse than Demyx would have been Larxene in that situation, because she actually had an excuse to be in the library.
“Mind if I practice, Roxas?” he asked brightly. I opened my mouth to tell him to get out, but it was too late. It just wasn’t fair that he could summon his sitar so quickly. Even more not fair was how quickly he could tune me out. I grumbled to myself and settled back into my seat. It was just music. As long as he didn’t start sing--
“Hey Miss murder, can I make beauty stay if I…!”
--ing. God damnit. “Hey!” I looked towards him and waved my hand.
“… take my life, oooooh!”
I gritted my teeth and a strained smile appeared over my face. Ok, never mind that I had been there first. Never mind that he had a whole freaking hall dedicated for his practicing. I wouldn’t resort to taking the sitar and smashing him over the head with it. I was definitely the better person.
Throwing my book, however, would get the message across clearly. Not just clearly, beautifully. I watched with a content smile as his chorus was cut off with a shriek. Too bad the book didn’t hit him, which was no fault of my own. Apparently he had been paying attention. At least enough to dodge the weighty book.
Poor book. The pieces lay at the other end of the room, and it didn’t even get the chance to knock some sense into the melodious nocturne. He glared at me. “What did you do that for?” His voice was squeaky. I wondered why. I mean, it wasn’t like I had another book up my sleeve to throw at him.
“Because I was trying to read,” I responded simply.
“You know, what is with everyone in this castle hating music?” he asked angrily. He was standing up. I hoped he was leaving.
“We don’t hate music, but you have your own hall, Demyx. What was it called again? Oh yeah, the hall of empty melodies.”
“My melodies aren’t empty,” he insisted eagerly. I guess I made a mistake for answering. I should have done what Xaldin usually did when he was annoyed: grunt and point to the nearest exit.
“Well, no, no they’re not,” I conceded. “But your singing voice sucks.”
“It’s not like you could do much better, Roxas.” Was he laughing at me? I hunched my shoulders defensively. It was bad enough that Demyx, of all people, was making fun of me for showing a bit of, what was the word again? Ah, yes. Compassion. Something like that.
“How do you know that?” I demanded, gesturing furiously. “I can too sing! And it sounds a whole lot better than your nasally voice!” He was laughing again! That bastard, he has no clue what he is talking about. Who would know my voice better than me? Certainly not him. Not for all his ranting about octaves and scales and notes.
“Roxas, Roxas, Roxas,” he snorted. “It takes more than having a pretty voice to be able to sing.”
“I-wait. Did you just call my voice pretty? Pretty?” I stared at him in gaping disbelief. He stared at me in what I assumed was utter confusion. What an idiot. My voice was not ‘pretty.’ It sure as hell wasn’t as high as his. “Never mind. But I can sing.”
“Well?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows expectantly. I looked around the empty library, half expecting Larxene to pop out at any moment with a sarcastic laugh, or even worse for the other men to come in and start making fun of me for going into a singing contest with Demyx. The only thing that could have been worse was getting caught in a dance off with him.
I placed my hand over my face and shook my head as I quickly made my way out of there. I was not going to have them associating me with Demyx. Being associated with Axel was bad enough, but at least Axel was an asshole. He actually rather fit in with the whole Organization.
And Demyx usually sat in the corner muttering to himself. I definitely did not want to be associated with that.
“Hey! Where are you going, Roxas?” He called out. “Roxaaaas!” I could hear his steps behind me and I had to resist the urge to throw my fist at his face. “You can’t leave me hanging like that!”
“What?” I quipped as I reached the gateway to my room. I turned around and we knocked heads. “Demyx!” I shouted in frustration, rubbing my nose and grinding my teeth. He innocently touched his forehead and backed away. “I am not singing for you. So… go play your sitar or something!”
Demyx pursed his lips and then laughed. “Knew you couldn’t do it.” I bristled. I could too, I just didn’t want to. But my vain side was wanting very desperately to prove him wrong.
Think of him muttering in the corner, I reminded myself with a steady exhale. “I can sing, but I’m not going to for you of all people.”
“So you’d do it for Axel?” Demyx smirked. I was stunned, like Xigbar had just shot me with a tranquilizer or something. I hadn’t really expected him to have a comeback, especially not one that would make me blush. Blush, of all the reactions! “I thought so,” he said in a sing-song voice as he turned to walk away.
“It’s not like that!” I sputtered quickly, grabbing his sleeve. He laughed and pulled away. “Will you stop dancing around like an idiot?” He turned and faced me, and it was really painful to realize that anyone who might pass us by would think he was the cool one and I was the blushing idiot who liked to mutter in the corner to himself.
Thank God Axel was somewhere else. I was wanting to lose Demyx and pretend the day had never happened.
“Roxas, maybe you should try and decide what you really are. A kid in a group of adults? Or, are you as cool and collected as you want to seem?” he smirked at me and I stepped away. I don’t think I’ve ever really been quite that shocked. I think the way to say it is I did not see that coming. “No matter what you think of me, at least I know who I am. You and Axel are probably the most wishy-washy people I have ever met.”
He turned to walk away and laughed. “And whether or not you wanna take me seriously, you should probably remember, I’m the adult. You’re only fifteen.”
“Age has nothing to do with maturity,” I shouted back, my composure regained. Maybe he wasn’t the ditz I assumed him to be. But I wasn’t going to let him insult me. “That’s why no one wants to take you seriously.”
“Well, then if you want to be taken seriously, why don’t you sing? It’s not like you can be embarrassed.” He turned and laughed, making a grand motion towards the empty room. “Well?”
I bit my lip and clenched my fists. I was hoping he would walk away before I could force myself to say anything, but he didn’t. In fact, he seemed the picture of patience. I sighed and looked away from him as the words came out of my mouth.
“I don’t want another face, I don’t want just anyone to hold. I don’t want my love to go to waste. I just want you and your beautiful soul,” I trailed off at the end. I could hear Demyx clapping.
“I always did love your voice.” When I looked up, he was gone.