Title: Last Dance
Rated: G
Characters: Demyx
Comments: Written for the challenge: Dance over at kh_drabble

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As Demyx had been rather fond of the arts when he’d been whole, he was not entirely surprised the day his sitar materialized in his hands, strings humming, the vibrations harmonizing with what might have been warmth in his chest had he been capable of such a thing. Wasn’t it said that one only missed something after it had been lost, even if it was one’s heart?

Regardless, Demyx was one of the few members of the Organization who held onto the certainty that something had to have remained with him, even if it was merely the memory of a heart. It was the only explanation he had for the odd chords inside him that rang quietly off tune, as if strung too tightly, when he strummed the pads of his fingers over the strings of his sitar. The weapon could not play music, no matter how hard he willed it to.

But even so, in his head, he liked to imagine the notes of his past life played out in a macabre dance (one didn’t normally fall into darkness if they had lead happy lives), even if the instrument in his hands only released small hums of sound, directing the water around him in its own quivering orchestra. Demyx watched in wonder the rippling puddles, the translucent droplets that sprang in glittering arcs. It took very little time for him to have his minor epiphany on the water dance; and then even less time to perfect the choreography.

The other members were only mildly interested in his progress. Axel in particular liked to watch over his shoulder as Demyx directed the water in intricate dips and twirls. Sometimes, the redhead disrupted the play with small bursts of flames and the two of them would end up in a battle of the elements, wet and singed and laughing in ways that rang not so hollow in his chest.

Demyx knew what he was and who he’d been… but when the chords of his instrument vibrated beneath his fingers and the water splashed in arcs over his head, he thought that perhaps being a Nobody had less to do with losing one’s heart and more to do with remembering how it had been to have one.

The end.