five KH drabbles

[rynne]

Five Kingdom Hearts drabbles (by which I mean exactly 100 words), all gen, rated G, centered around Demyx.

Title: Play It With Heart
Characters: Demyx, Atlanticans


They’d been polite. Very polite. It still didn't ease the sting of rejection, especially given the fact that most of the other musicians were fish.

"You’re really very good," Sebastian offered, as if in consolation. "Your music just seems to be...missing something. You're playing from da head. You need to play from da heart."

And Demyx had smiled and nodded and swam away, clutching his sitar.

Technical proficiency he had, in abundance. At least that hadn't changed when he'd been thrust into this half-life. But...

I need to play from the heart, Demyx reminded himself.

If only I had one...

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Title: Dissimilarities
Characters: Demyx, Sora, Roxas


He was too much like Roxas. Too much, and not at all.

"You're bizarre," Sora had said. Which was exactly what Roxas had said, the first time Demyx met him, after the newest member had been spending far more time than Demyx thought healthy with Xemnas and Xaldin and the other originals.

The hair was a different color, of course, and spikier. Sora wasn't as much of a loner, either, always shadowed as he was by his friends.

But the eyes...the eyes were the same. Demyx could see Roxas looking out of Sora's eyes.

"Roxas, come back to us..."

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Title: A Game
Characters: Demyx, Luxord


"Demyx, would you like to play a game?"

Demyx immediately perked up. Games were few and far between in the Castle That Never Was. (Speaking of, Xemnas sucked at naming things. So unimaginative.)

"Sure! What?"

Luxord smirked at him, and pulled out a deck of cards.

"Poker," Luxord said, casually. "Do you know how to play?"

Demyx shrugged. "Nope," he replied, "but I don't mind learning. What's it about?"

The smirk didn’t leave Luxord’s face. Was that his permanent expression or something? "Well, first we have to set the stakes..."

Demyx suddenly had a bad feeling about this game.

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Title: Water the Flowers
Characters: Demyx, Marluxia


"Get away from my flowers!"

The butt of a staff came down hard on Demyx's foot, and he howled, grabbing it and hopping away. He tried to glare at Marluxia, but pain twisted the expression into a grimace.

"I was only looking at them!" he protested. His foot throbbed.

Marluxia rested his scythe against his shoulder, deceptively casual. "Oh?" he inquired. "Just looking at them?"

"Well, I did think they could use a bit more water—OW! Stop that!" he shouted, turning away as the staff part thwapped against his thigh.

Marluxia was always so touchy about his flowers.

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Title: Hurt
Characters: Demyx, Sora, Roxas


He hated fighting.

He knew how; the Superior made sure of that. But he didn't like hurting people, and didn't see how doing so would gain him a heart.

He especially didn't like hurting Sora. Roxas. Because Roxas was still in there; Roxas, who'd listened to him play without telling him to shut up, who hadn't brushed aside his corny jokes, who'd never belittled his efforts to bring some life to the nonexistent. Who had never hurt him.

But Roxas was sleeping, maybe, because Demyx had to deal with Sora, and Sora obviously had no compunctions about hurting Demyx.

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[imadra-blue.livejournal.com]

I'm late, as always, but I really like these. They feel very right for the characters and were nice to read. ♥