I’ll miss you

I have never written Saïx before, tbh, and I get the feeling that Demyx and Saïx is an unpopular thematic combo, buuuut…

It’s more about the broship of Axel and Demyx anyway. If nothing else, I had fun. Hope you enjoy it too!

Spoilers below for Chain of Memories and 358/2

His boots brushed the grey-white floor of Saïx’s office while Demyx just… Swung his feet and waited to be yelled at until he died. Again. Maybe he could open a corridor in time to run, but ennnngh… Living up to his title, the Melodious Nocturne hummed an aimless song instead.

[I]He’d just catch me anyway, then he’d be reeeaally mad. Like berserker mad.

“Quiet, Number IX,” Saïx ordered from outta nowhere.

“Eek!” Demyx recoiled, covering his head with arms. One second, two second… Safe yet? He peeked through an opening over his shoulder, that was brave enough. Gold eyes narrowed at him around the big X on Saïx’s face, and… He put his arms down, shrinking in the seat. “Uhh, yeah. Quiet. Got it.”

“Clearly not.”

Saïx glided and kinda stomped to the other side of his desk at the same time (how did he do that?), moonlight from Kingdom Hearts pouring into the giant windows behind him.

Like pretty much everything else in this place, his desk was barren. Well, except for a stack of papers in a filing stand and a couple pens. Next Christmas, Demyx was gonna get him a stress doll. Maybe seven of ’em. For symbolism.

“Heh–” The rest of his laugh died in a fake cough that Saïx bought… Probably ’cause he had something worse to say to Demyx. “Engh.”

“We’ve received a report from Castle Oblivion. You would do well to submit those too,” he warned, looming over the desk. Couldn’t not bring that up, huh? And why didn’t he just sit, this’d be a lot less scary if he just… Didn’t talk?

no, no, that would be waaaay worse

“Umm, okay?” Saïx’s face was a wall, like trying to read blank sheet music. What’d that have to do with Demyx? He was recon, not science or… Whatever they sent Marluxia, Larxene, and Axel there for. Probably fighting, another thing he was so not the right guy for. Still.

“Everyone stationed at the castle has been eliminated.” A stiff smile froze on Demyx’s face and he waited for a breathless beat. Nothing changed. The moon kept on shining and Saïx kept that dead stare. Leaning forward, Demyx kinda felt like he was gonna throw up.

“Wha…” This had to be a bad joke, Saïx would say that just to be mean. No way everyone was gone! “Wait, wait,” Demyx stalled and swatted the air in front of him. Could you get rid of bad thoughts that way? “Everyone’s eli… Gone, so who sent you a report?”

“Number II, not that it’s any concern of yours.”

Now that it wouldn’t make a difference, Saïx sat down. His desk might as well have been a canyon, nothing was reaching Demyx right. “You will need to apply yourself, Number IX.”

He flopped theatrically back into the chair, dropping his arms on the armrests. No hearts, no emotions… Demyx wasn’t supposed to care. Those were the rules.

“We have been reduced to half our numbers,” Saïx droned on with moonlight bearing down on him like a weird kinda spotlight. Demyx got to wondering if Saïx kept notecards too, only hidden under the desk for extra special bad news.

Waaaaiiit… He’d have to feel bad about it to do that. Hmm.

“…and Number VIII isn’t here to protect you from your mistakes.” At some point, he’d stopped listening and from how Saïx was clenching his jaw, Demyx was preeeetty sure that was obvious.

“Mmgh.” Demyx pouted and that just kinda made X-face more annoyed. What was he supposed to do here? He wasn’t the guy with the plan.

And good ol’ Number VII just glared straight on through him, heartless as he claimed they all were. Or maybe he really believed the lie?

Ouch.

“Hey…” Tapping his fingertips together, Demyx wandered into dangerous waters. Metaphorically. “Weren’t you guys friends?”

Aaand there it was.

Demyx gulped and almost stared back down, but that burning glower locked him right in place. W-was he nervous sweating? Ewww…

“Obviously Axel believed you needed that information,” Saïx forced out. Ticking him off this close to the moon, what was Demyx even thinking? Bad bet, don’t go against house, that’s what Luxord would say. “But your focus should be on your work. We don’t have room for slacking off, Number IX. Remember that.”

“Okay, but hey–” Demyx stopped at the soft fwoosh of a dark corridor behind him. “Who’s that?” Just an open corridor sitting between him and the way out. No one else there, so who…? “Oooh.”

“You are dismissed.” Saïx insisted, standing up again. Kinda guessed he was gonna throw Demyx through if he didn’t leave soon and that was a good enough reason to get up too.

“Alright, alright,” he whined and shuffled backwards to the swirling purple-black portal. “But y’know…”

“Dismissed,” he repeated and just a liiiittle bit, Demyx could see his shoulders tense up.

“Got it,” he squeaked and backed through the rest of the way, finding himself alone in the Grey Room. He stood there for a sec, just thinking.

Larxene, Marluxia, Vexen, Zexion, Lexaeus… Axel… All dead. He didn’t even know why. And what’d Saïx tell him personally for? He scratched his head and stared out into the nighttime sky they always had at the Castle.

“Aww man,” he complained to no one. There wasn’t even gonna be a funeral. “I’m really gonna miss you.” No heart, no emotions… Not yet, anyway. Saïx was super lucky.

IX: Things I’m Not Allowed to Do

Props to Lyrical Villain for this idea!

So there’s this trend that goes around in military circles where people compile lists of things their superior officers have forbidden them from doing. Usually wild, silly things.

And who do we know that’s silly with superior members above them in a uniformed organization?

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Things I’m not allowed to do in the Org

Soooo… These are things that Saïx is making me write down ’cause he’s tired of repeating himself, I guess? Uhh, anyway…

I. I’m not supposed to break into Saïx’s office…

II. Even if I’m just trying to cheer him up! If there were more balloons in there, he’d be less mad and scary all the time.

III. I can’t hide trash in Vexen’s room.
But no one said I can’t laugh at him trying to find it, heheh.

IV. If an idea makes me laugh for more than three seconds, Marly said I can’t do it.
I’m getting reeeaally good at laughing shorter.

V. If Axel or Xiggy say I should do something, I… Probably really shouldn’t.
How come they never get in trouble??

VI. My title is Melodious Nocturne, not Couch Overseer.

VII. It’s rude to flood someone’s room, and being a mean brute who deserves it doesn’t make it okay… XALDIN.

VIII. I can’t refuse to answer to anything but “Almighty Master of Water and Music, not necessarily in that order”.
or can I
I’ve been told I really really can’t.

IX. I’m not allowed to reject missions by saying I’m not the right guy for the job.

X. I can’t talk over Saïx to explain I’m really really the right guy for dog petting, snack fetching, and Broadway plays…

XI. …even if it’s true.

XII. I can’t rig up funny traps for the bossy members.

XIII. Rigging up traps doesn’t count as official training for me or the so-called victims, actual wet blankets.

XIV. A goldfish in a bowl (with a castle!) can’t take my seat during meetings.

XV. I can’t mess with other people’s reports to make mine look less, uhh… bad.

XVI. Whoopee cushions aren’t real weapons.

XVII. I’m not allowed to sign someone else’s name on my report so they get in trouble.

XVIII. Mostly ’cause I’m gonna get caught really quickly and Saïx said if I’m gonna slack, I should do a better job of it.

XIX. I should disregard that last statement.

XX. Can’t run past Marluxia’s room and shout that his garden’s on fire.

XXI. Just ’cause we’re looking for hearts and all that doesn’t mean I can paint a heart on the back of my cloak.

XXII. Or anyone else’s cloak.

XXIII. Can’t say “not it” to get out of mission assignments.

XXIV. Lexaeus can’t fulfill requests to get extra days off for me.

XXV. Roxas and Xion don’t have to bark at people ’cause I say so and I outrank them…
But suuuure, Vexen can boss me around.

XXVI. Can’t use a sock puppet to soften the blow when I’m telling Saïx I didn’t do my reports… For three weeks…

XXVII. It’s not a supply deficiency if we’re out of soda and snacks.

XXVIII. No calling out sick on missions. Nobodies don’t get sick probably?

XXIX. Furthermore, missing a nap isn’t a sickness… I guess…

XXX. A musical number doesn’t take the place of training.

XXXI. Or paperwork.

XXXII. Or this list.

XXXIII. Or any task given to me by Saïx.

XXXIV. Except for fighting, which is technically a musical number for me.
I almost got away with that one…

XXXV. “No thank you” is not an acceptable response to missions.

XXXVI. May not wander the castle singing badly.

XXXVII. May not wander the castle singing well.

XXXVIII. I’ve been advised that hiding in Xiggy’s room, Atlantica, or the broom closet doesn’t make my problems go away.
but it sure saves me time, heheh

XXXIX. Not allowed to get the Organization caught up in little world issues like my favorite bakery running out of donuts.

XL. And no, Axel agreeing with me doesn’t make me right.

XLI. Filling out my report upside down and still badly doesn’t count as effort just because it took more work.

XLII. My time off can’t overlap with days we gotta work, no matter how much I whine about being tired.

XLIII. I’m not a doctor, so I can’t diagnose myself with needing indefinite bed rest.

XLIV. Vexen is a doctor, but he won’t “indulge this derisory misbehavior,” blah blah blah.

XLV. The only way to pass training standards is to train, not to beg Xaldin to lower his standards just a tiny little bit.

XLVI. It’s not even a little funny to tell the new members to meet me in the Foyer That May Someday Be.

XLVII. When I get a mission, I’m supposed to just do it. Not put the index card down the sink. Not ask why. Not whine whyyyyyy. Or fall asleep or pretend to fall asleep. Or dive behind a couch. Saïx will get really mad if I try to bribe him and he won’t jump on a change of subject, no matter how genuine. Complaining also won’t work. Even if it’s loud and to music.

XLVIII. A dark corridor isn’t a magic door and I definitely shouldn’t call it that.

XLVIV. Kingdom Hearts isn’t a magic moon and Saïx is gonna do something reeeaally bad if I call it that… I might’ve intentionally forgot. It was scary!

XLIV. It’s not funny to tell Xaldin to check his computer for class ten air leaks.

XLV. The Organization is not and will never be a band, so I can stop trying to name it now.

XLVI. A bad job can’t be dismissed as “really good training” or “showing everyone how not to do it, which is technically leading by example”.

XLVII. Not allowed to suddenly hug anyone without prior permission.

XLVIII. No, I’m not allowed to ask permission for hugs for the entire future.

Art by Mayberry at dA

XLIX. I can’t use not wanting to sweat as a reason to do, uhh, nothing.

L. “Huh?” is not a good answer to whether or not I understand a mission Saïx just explained for an hour.

LI. Starting a rave in my room won’t save me from a cleaning inspection.

LII. I don’t have feelings, but if I did, I can’t express them with two radios, a pack of fireworks, waterworks, and my sitar.

LIII. Saïx suggests that if I want to be heard so badly, I should fill out a report once in a while.

…Aaaaand I think that’s it. Ugggggh… I gotta take a nap or nine of them back to back. I guess that’s just sleeping. Huh.