Ienzo and Demyx in Radiant Garden

Red String of Fate: Zemyx KH Fanfiction

The corridor came out on a wooded path dotted with large rocks and tall grass. Zexion read plenty in the past life and this one, so he had expected as much from The Land of Dragons.

 

“Hey, uh,” Demyx started up with his usual preface of needless words as his mouth caught up to his mind. After instructing him in recon over several assignments, Zexion had grown accustomed to the musical member’s many quirks. “What kinda trees are these? They’re like grass but sticks but trees.”

 

Giving his attention to the woods, Zexion examined them briefly. “I don’t recognize every species,” he explained, knowing there were others than what we would or could mention. Turning to Demyx, he continued. “But I believe you mean the bamboo trees.”

 

And as his gaze turned to the blond, he caught sight of a thin red cord. It was only for a moment, and the thread was gone when he simply looked. And yet… He did see it. Reversing his magic, Zexion tried to look through any illusions in place around Demyx or himself only to have the red string reappear.

 

It hung in a way that betrayed physics, almost appearing to float between its two anchors: one little finger on Demyx and Zexion respectively.

 

“Umm, whatcha looking at?” Demyx interrupted his thoughts. Zexion dropped the magic from his view and the string disappeared. “There’s a big monster behind me, huh?”

 

Zexion smirked. So he couldn’t see it. That made sense, given that his ability didn’t lend itself to seeing what was hidden. That made it all that much easier to mislead him and avoid questions that Zexion had no answers for—yet. “Maybe.”

 

And he turned around to continue down the path. After a small, nervous whine, Demyx followed a few paces behind. He was taller with a longer stride and easily could’ve gone ahead, but that would be work and his laziness was legendary.

 

…perhaps during their reconnaissance, Zexion might gain more information on this thread.

 


 

They gathered their data largely unnoticed, though Demyx was markedly less subtle about it… Zexion couldn’t deny that he at least got results even if he didn’t report on his findings properly.

 

“This world is threatened by war,” Zexion remarked out loud as he retraced their original path with Demyx. Thinking aloud was an old habit from his last life, one he’d yet to shed—to his own chagrin. “Heartless are sure to follow.”

 

Soon, this world would be a prime location for the dark power those creatures could offer the Organization. Xigbar would likely be sent in that case to recruit anything or anyone of value to their efforts. Though this did nothing to solve the red thread mystery, and it was irritating Zexion to even consider that they would RTC with that unresolved. And yet, he would sooner fade away than entrust Xigbar with that information.

 

“Super tough Heartless,” Demyx agreed. “Hope they don’t send me here when stuff goes down.”

 

Zexion sighed. Truthfully, he would be good in the field of he wasn’t… Himself. “What makes you say they would be tough?”

 

“The people,” he answered matter-of-factly. Zexion found that simply asking Demyx what he thought cut out most of the floundering and sputtering other members faced from him. “Gathering up their stuff, you can tell they’re used to fighting, and they got a culture packed with all kindsa gods and beasties.”

 

Glancing to him, Zexion finally started to take visual stock of what Demyx picked up. His arms were full of hastily wrapped up finger foods (entirely useless to the Organization) and some children’s toys and books that added only slightly more credibility to his work today.

 

In that these items were often designed to demonstrate the foundation of a world’s culture in an easily understood format, it would aid the next members assigned here in understanding how to navigate their society. Though this was undoubtedly not Demyx’s intent.

 

And still trailing between them was the mystical thread—almost as a mockery at this point in their mission.

 

“Plenty for Heartless to draw on,” Demyx whined, unaware he was being studied so closely. “So it’s gonna be a huge mess. Here, listen,” was the only warning he gave before jostling everything around in his arms to get to one of the books.

 

“The red string of fate,” he mused aloud. One he hadn’t read yet, then. “Huh. Where destinies meet,” Demyx started reading in a lilting tone reserved for material he actually wanted to look over, “an invisible red cord shall be tied by the gods.”

 

Demyx continued undaunted by the sudden tension in Zexion’s body language. If indeed, he noticed at all. He was a scientist, and Zexion believed in neither gods nor destiny. But he listened intently, incredulous that it would be Demyx who found the answers he was after while still in his training phase.

 

“Those found in the embrace of a single thread shall embrace one another as decided by fate, buh buh buh,” the musician trailed off to skim for something that interested him more. “Destiny shall guide them to unite as they are bound by true love. Whoa.”

 

“Definitely matters of the heart,” Zexion forced himself to answer levelly. And of course it worked—illusion was his specialty in more ways than one.

 

“Whatcha make of it, Zex?”

 

He sighed, turning to Number IX and catching the glimpse of the red string once again. It could not be. Even if it was the case and their match was inevitable…

 

“A meaningless legend, no doubt,” he dismissed. “Though one they must hold in high regard.” He examined Demyx one last time to be certain that, yes, the string between them was truly there. At the castle, it would disappear again and he could eventually forget this… Though he knew he wouldn’t. “Are we ready to return now?”

 

“Uhh, guess so. I’m all set, anyway.”

 

“Let’s see it, then.” Demyx was nearly done his supervised training and would soon go on recon alone. All the better for Zexion. He did not believe in fate. “You won’t always have someone to call on a corridor for you,” he teased as a distraction from the situation in his mind.

 

“Yeah, yeah,” the musician sighed, reaching out to help himself focus and amazingly dropping nothing. After a few seconds, the corridor swirled open. “Ha! Got it.”

 

“Not bad,” Zexion conceded. “But you will want to improve your speed. In an emergency, a hasty retreat may be your only option.” Without waiting, he went ahead to the castle to the fading sound of Demyx spluttering about what kind of emergency that might be.


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A New Ally: Luxord Fanfic (Kingdom Hearts)

After he’d emerged from his comatose-esque state, Luxord tried his luck with poker against the second member of the Organization several times. Of course, they were both cheating, though Luxord still won more often than not… But Xigbar was simply not good for his debts.

 

The scarred Number II offered neither munny nor precious information about the secretive group Luxord found himself in. Only cheeky grins and partial might-be-truths. So Luxord simply stepped down a rung. Before him now sat Xaldin in a rare moment in the castle, not on some world seeking leverage for their shared cult. If Xaldin was aware he was being manipulated by “Lord” Xemnas, he had an excellent poker face. Everything he did, he carried out with the resolution and fervor of a true believer.

 

“It can still go either way,” he commented, breaking up the typical near-complete silence of their games. To Luxord’s surprise, he got a smirk in return this time.

 

More fascinating still, he did not cheat even once. Three games had transpired already and all with fair play. Considering that Xaldin had proven himself willing to sink to any low in service of the Organization, Luxord certainly wasn’t expecting morality of him. Not even among so-called allies.

 

“And here Xigbar told me you were a dirty cheat,” he answered, or maybe mocked was the more fitting term.

 

Luxord chuckled at the mental image of how Xigbar, of all people, might call someone ‘a dirty cheat’. “And did he catch fire on the spot?”

 

“Not yet,” he scoffed, and was that a smile? Be still his nonexistent heart, the man did know how to have fun after all.

 

They ended the game in silence, Xaldin leaving his payment behind for having lost—or rather, upon recounting, Luxord realized it was only half this time. He glanced up to Number III with an inquisitive smirk.

 

“When’s the next game?” Ah. The implication was he would get the remainder then, was it? Luxord sat back and nodded amicably.

 

“Next week, same time. Invite who you like.” He lied in that he had no plans for a next game until he was asked. But for his very first companion here, shall he say, it was well worth the small deception.


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That’s My Secret: Demyx Fanfic (Kingdom Hearts)

Another day at the castle, another day bored to death. Undeath? Second death? He didn’t even wanna think about that. Demyx flopped his limbs out on the couch, whining. “Man, I’m bored!”

Axel say across from him, toying with the dangle on his cloak pull. “Tell me about it. Even getting a nap in isn’t doing it for me.”

“Engh.” And they sat in the Grey Room in silence, no one coming around and neither of them budging.

And then Ax perked up, a devilish grin lighting up his face… Which was gonna be good news or bad news, he never really could tell ’til it was too late. “Y’know what? I got an idea.”

“Like, uh,” he started, sitting up too. “An awesome idea, or…?” The worry was all over his face, Demyx knew it, but that didn’t change a thing for Axel.

“Sure thing! Trust me,” he said the least trust-inspiring thing ever, grabbing Demyx by the arm and pulling him through a dark corridor to the rush of warm, dry air and the smell of… was that goats? Sweat? Nothing good.

“The Coliseum?” Demyx questioned, drooping at Axel’s side already. “Ah, all they do here is fight.” He really wanted to believe Ax had an idea that wasn’t that. Somehow.

“Yeah, and winners get munny,” he answered, putting one hand on his hip and making a rolling gesture with the other to imply… Something.

“Yeah. Aaaand?” Demyx squinted against the sun and remained doubtful that Axel’s idea was really any good.

“Can’t go out and have fun without munny, right, Dem?” He draped an arm lazily around Demyx’s shoulders, drawing him towards the entrance to the arena. Ugh, there just wasn’t any telling Axel no when he got his mind set on something. “C’mon, I wanna see that sitar of yours in action.”


The arena was already not his favorite place, and with Axel and Demyx fighting side by side, now it was even worse. Fire and water clashed into misty humidity, clinging to him like sweat as if the cloak wasn’t even there. And Demyx hated that, like a lot. Where’d they even get this many Heartless?

Demyx glided across the field on water while Axel zipped around, and their friendship meant they were already pretty good at reading each other’s movements before they made ’em. So they were good, but fighting really sucked no matter what. He was tired, damp, and he wanted to go home for snacks and a nap. Ax was having a blast, anyway, flinging those disks around and dodging with a boast. But he was winded too… Maybe he’d finally be tired of this? Demyx reeeaaally hoped so. Then of course one of those big guys showed up, slamming his belly and rushing at Axel outta nowhere.

“Aww, crap,” Demyx whined, calling up pillars of water to topple the creature before it hit Axel. Right behind it was Demyx, water in his wake, and he summoned another cluster of pillars beneath the Heartless to finish it off. They were tough, and if Demyx was feeling spent magic-wise, Axel was definitely done.

But hey, he did it! The Heartless faded, not a creepy reminder of his own nonexistence at all. Demyx dropped back on his butt, flopping to lie down in the empty arena with a groan.

Axel started laughing, leaning over to offer a hand up. “Hey, you really had it in you! Nice save.” Reluctantly, Demyx took the offered hand, basically letting Axel do most of the work getting him on his feet. Everything was sore, and he had work tomorrow! Ewwww…

“Ugh, don’t tell anybody. Especially X-face,” he added on in a hurry, waving his hands frantically. Just the thought of Saïx knowing he’d been holding back scared him. Think of the extra work!

“Sure, sure,” Axel answered, brushing it off casually and turning back to the door they came from. Demyx was way too happy to follow knowing this nightmare was finally over. “Maybe you’ll teach me a thing or two in return, Dem.”

“Ennnhhh,” he whined, and Axel just laughed again.


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Have a Good Scare

“Weeeird!” Demyx squeaked, twisting around and bending his arms to look at the fins sprouting from his limbs. Thin fog sat close to the ground in the graveyard and Jack o’ lanterns were skewered on wrought iron fence posts over the headstones. A grinning scarecrow pointed further into the world where Xigbar was assigned with Demyx to scope the place out. This was his first big mission without Vexen nagging him— or instructing, he called it. Not that it meant Xigbar was about to give blondie a break.

“Hey, ‘s no big deal.” Xigbar shrugged it off. “What, this your first transformation?” He nodded to Demyx, a smirk on his face. He could feel stitches pulling on his skin, but it didn’t hurt a bit. So he was some kind of Frankenstein’s monster and Demyx was a creature from a lagoon. If nothing else, at least the sneaky little slacker would get a chance to be scary for once in his life.

“Uhh… Yes?” Demyx frowned in confusion, but that got him standing still for a change. Sure, Xigbar recruited the kid for the cause, but even he had his doubts sometimes that he was really cut out to wear the cloak. Not that it mattered much in the grand scheme of things, anyway. And hey, Xigbar liked having someone fun around for once. The others were so uptight all the time, and when he ran out of munny to lose to Luxord (and steal back later), Demyx was always right there and ready to prank and be pranked.

“Ha! What’re you asking me for?” He shook his head, chuckling. “Don’t you know for sure?”

“Well, yeah, it’s just, couldn’t we go a place that’s less…” He tugged at the tattered, faded shirt hanging loosely over his scaled skin, eyeing the area now instead of dwelling on his new form.

“Less what?” Xigbar knew the answer, but he had to lead the kid on. Where’s the fun in not doing that? For a guy told all the time that he didn’t have a heart, Demyx sure gave the best reactions to his feelings. If people took him more seriously, that might’ve been a problem. Lucky for the both of them that he did barely enough to not be turned into a Dusk, then.

“Ah, y’know, it’s kinda…” Demyx dragged it out, leaning to look past Xigbar into the dark, shadowy town through the iron gate. “Kinda scary here.”

“Scary? As if!” Xigbar turned around, waving over his shoulder as he went ahead toward the town. “You don’t even exist, remember? Not like you can die again, Dem. What’s to be scared of, huh?”

Demyx groaned, shuffling along in awkward steps. He was never a graceful guy, but from the sounds of his steps, the transformation really screwed up his stride with all those fins made for swimming, not walking. “Fiiiine. Just a quick look, yeah? Then we run back and RTC?”

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“Nah, we gotta get the whole job done right.” Not his favorite thing to do either, but what can you do? “Check your little card— says we gotta team up, infiltrate the world, and get intel. Maybe you like Saïx yelling at you all the time, but I didn’t sign up for that.”

“Okay, okay,” he begrudgingly agreed, trotting to catch up with Xigbar. Demyx was even quiet for almost a full thirty seconds when he found his nasally voice again. “Do you, uhh… D’ya hear that?”

Xigbar stopped, focusing on their surroundings when he heard a tune in the air. “Singing?” Of course he noticed the music before Xigbar did.

“It’s our town, everybody scream,” shrill voices sang, but even Xigbar was running into trouble placing exactly where the singers were. “In this town of Halloween!”

Whisps of white blurred around them and Demyx let out a shriek, bubbles forming and dissolving as he realized the ghosts already took off again. What, was Xigbar s’posed to pretend he didn’t see that? Turn a blind eye? The bad joke to himself just made him laugh harder.

“C’mon, man,” Demyx whined, rubbing his arm self-consciously. He really was a terrible swamp monster. “You’ve been laughing like that forever…”

“Exaggeration, much?” It’d been, what, maybe a few seconds. Not Xigbar’s fault he was self-conscious about being a scaredy-cat. “‘Sides, you’re in for a lot worse than that. You hear them over your squealing?”

“H-hey, it’s not a squeal, it’s— Enngh, never mind.” Dem caught sight of his smirk and dropped it then and there. He knew a losing battle when he saw one, even if he always just ran away from ‘em. “They sang about a town of Halloween, so that’s gotta be here. I mean, just look at the place. Spooky.”

“Oh, so you do listen?”

“Huh?” He tried playing innocent, scratching his cheek absently and avoiding all eye contact. As if that was gonna make him more believable. “Umm. Sometimes.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Xigbar dismissed with a sneer. He could taunt Demyx about that all he wanted on this mission, but they did actually have work to do before the day was out and Saïx had a fit. Xigbar outranked him and all, but he was easier to deal with once he had what he wanted. “Alright, time to dig up some intel. Fear’s a good emotion to keep folks in check, so I betcha Lord Xemnas will love hearin’ about this.”

“Yeah, probably,” Demyx agreed half-heartedly, kicking a pebble along the graveyard pathway. “He already scares me a lot, an’I… Xiggy?” When the musician kid wasn’t looking, Xigbar used his powers to teleport himself behind him. No harm in a little prank, right? ‘Course not. “Haha, reeaally funny, you… Ya got me.” Man, that nervousness was too real. The little water spout actually liked him, imagine that! He wasn’t gonna last long in the ranks at that rate.

Xigbar teleported himself behind Demyx this time and whispered, “Gotcha.”

“Eek!” Demyx elbowed him in the stomach, hard, and Xigbar coughed out a laugh.

“Look at you! Got some fight in you after all, just gotta scare it outta you first.”

“Wha? Me?” Demyx gestured to himself, panic in his amphibious eyes. This world really went all out on the transformation bit, not that it did a damn thing for the kid. “No, no, no, I just… It was instinct! C’mon, can’t we just look around and, I dunno, not scare me?”

“Ha! Not a chance. I’m just blending in, Dem,” he teased, empty friendliness and sarcasm giving his words an edge. “You really oughta do the same or they’ll find out you’re chicken.”

Demyx’s brow furrowed again and he stuck his tongue out, touching the end of it. “Ennnh, I bi’ my tongue!”

“Not even listening to me, what’re we gonna do with you?” He clapped Demyx on the back once, walking ahead. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Really?!” Demyx brightened from his voice to his eyes, a light chuckle not far behind. So easily pleased, so easily scared. He had a heart, alright. Just a matter of time before he pieced that little fact together, but that was a problem for the future. As if he’d even act on it— this was Demyx, the king of lazing around in closets, the Grey Room, and anywhere he thought he’d get away with it. Even if he figured out part of their scam, it’s not like he was gonna do anything about it. “Hey, thanks, Xiggy!”

“It’s my job, Dem,” Xigbar reminded him drily. “Just be glad they sent me along to help you out and not cranky, old Vexen.”

Pawns on the Board

KINGDOM HEARTS HD 2.8 FINAL CHAPTER PROLOGUE

Staring out the window at Kingdom Hearts and its pale glow, Xemnas reflected upon the current status of his plans— and the pawns in them. The greatest among them were a select few Organization members who believed they had greater significance on the chessboard. Those who aimed to prove their loyalty in earnest. Zexion, of course, was perhaps even more dedicated to Xemnas than Ienzo had been to Ansem. The thought brought him a biting satisfaction that could be likened to happiness.

Of course, Lord Xemnas knew they had an ability to regain their hearts should one pursue it. By convincing them that this was beyond their grasp without his aid, he controlled all the Organization members. A heart did not need to be complete to be receptive to seeds of doubt or empty convictions. Though they still lacked their final member, the certainty with which those already present held to this falsehood would be the only requirement to convince Number XIII of its veracity as well.

This fact brought Xemnas to consider his most determined pawn of all. Saïx was a relatively unexpected addition to their ranks, as was Axel. Unlike his former companion, Number VII instantly set to proving his worth within the Organization upon becoming a Nobody. Lord Xemnas saw it in his eyes— a resolute conviction so intense that its origins could only have been a memory from his old life. There was no finer motivation for Saïx himself to build his heartless non-existence around, and no better instrument for Xemnas to manipulate him with.

“Lord Xemnas,” the subject of his thoughts interrupted. “I have compiled the mission reports for your review.”

“As expected,” Xemnas responded, turning to face the self-appointed administrator of Organization XIII. It was convenient that he had done so. The members who had an inclination for order and paperwork managed to have even less patience for underachievers such as Demyx and could not be troubled to maintain the digitized filing system Saïx had arranged for their archives. Yet by far, the finest attribute of Number VII was his readiness to understand and excel at any expense.

“Before you begin,” he started, talking decisive steps towards his protégé— or perhaps project was the more suitable term. “I will impart another lesson to you. Though we lack hearts ourselves,” he stated to reinforce the myth, addressing both himself and Saïx in a fluid gesture. “Each of us recalls the memories of possessing one.”

“I understand,” Saïx acknowledged. His intense watchfulness fixated on Xemnas, the golden hue of his eyes and jagged scarring representing all that Saïx was willing to sacrifice for these fragments of knowledge.

“Your aptitude for injuring a heart,” Xemnas began, each word weighted and precise. “Will prove to be invaluable in realizing the future we desire.”

Saïx nodded, his grip tightening on the reports almost imperceptibly. “I would do anything to secure our goals.”

Lord Xemnas knew fully that this was not the whole of the truth. That meant little to him in the strategy for this piece on the board. Saïx’s blindness to his own readability that made his manipulation that much more rewarding. Every Nobody to don the cloak had been instrumental in creating the mental prisons they confined themselves within. Few were so rewarding to lead ever deeper into imprisonment as the Luna Diviner.

“Good,” he answered, pausing. “Bear in mind that you have tremendous power over those with hearts or even those who succumb to illusions of their former heart.” Lord Xemnas recognized a shadow of a smile in Saïx’s expression and continued on. “Pain, doubt, insecurity… Knowing which emotion will lead to which action will be of great use to us. How else would one direct the pawns to precisely where they must go to secure our hearts?” It was but a moment that Saix permitted his gaze to rest on Kingdom Hearts beyond Xemnas, and yet, it betrayed more still of his aspirations. Despite all his pretense in acceptance of the shattered void where his heart once resided, Number VII longed for its return. Truly, he was an ideal pawn that would sacrifice it all for hollow promises in return. “Refining your skill in manipulating hearts… This is the lesson I will impart to you time and again in preparation of what is to come.”

“Yes, Lord Xemnas,” Saix agreed without hesitation.