http://splashbeat.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] splashbeat.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2006-10-03 01:04 am (UTC)

Luckily, Demyx's look of relief was hidden by his hood. Should any of the Organization XIII members have seen it... oh god. He didn't want to think about that. He had quite enough with everyone for the time being.

“Good work. Now that you have her where you want her, you’d best finish the job.”

Point two for the hood! This time Demyx was luckily able to hide his surprise. The Nobody whipped around, spotting yet another man dressed just like him. He'd recognize that voice anywhere too. Marluxia.

And now... now he was stuck. It wasn't so much that he felt any outrageous need to save this girl. In fact, he had no heart. Demyx had no feelings whatsoever. But wouldn't it be pointless? Why bother?

Then again... He always had his orders. His stupid, stinking orders.

"Uhh..." Demyx turned away from the girl, facing his fellow from the Organization. "Well, you see, there would be no point in it because... uhh.." The musician trailed off. Since when did Marluxia ever listen to his reasoning anyway?

Damn it. He was stuck.

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