They always pick the wrong guy for these things...

[ninthmelody]

Character(s): Demyx and Megara
Content: Meg got captured, and now Demyx is stuck with doing tests. Man, they seriously need to stop sending him to do these things, it's a total drag.
Setting: A MYSTERIOUS PLACE
Time: ???
Warnings: Experiments. Demyx being obnoxiously cheerful during experiments.

Yea, ok, so this was work. And Demyx didn't really like it. He was kind of allergic to work. Not that X-face listened to him, or anything. Still, it wasn't as bad as it could be. He wasn't being sent out to capture people, or hunt Heartless, or anything. Didn't mean he wanted to be here, though.

"Man..." he muttered, rubbing the back of his head as he looked at the woman currently strapped to a medical-type table, "They know I don't know anything about this stuff, why me?"

Still, a job was a job, and that meant not being a Dusk. So Demyx went over to the table and peered down at Meg. "Hellooooo? You there?"

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[therightcurves]

Meg had given up on straining against the straps that held her down. Now she only glared up at Demyx, lips curled in a sneer of disdain. "Wow, they really got the smart ones for this, didn't they? Where'd you find the time to take me in your busy schedule of talking to yourself and greasing up your hair?"

She sighed and stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the chill of dread pooling in her spine.

[ninthmelody]

Demyx frowned, hands on his hips. "Geez, no need to be rude," he said grumpily, "I don't like this any more than you do." Actually, that was probably a lie, seeing as she was the one getting experimented on. But whatever.

[therightcurves]

"You don't like anything," Meg snorted, closing her eyes and jutting her chin out slightly. "You think I don't know who you are? You guys might as well advertise with glowing signs; it'd be more subtle than the jackets." She opened up her eyes again, shooting him a stormy, violet-colored gaze.

"But fair warning, I'm already damaged goods. Someone's staked his claim on me and he won't be happy with you once I'm out of here." Whether she was talking about Hades or Jecht was anyone's guess.

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"Aww, that's not true!" The blonde pouted now, which fit remarkably well on his face. "Glowing signs would stick out way more."

Demyx went to table towards the side of the, which was covered in a number of vials. He pulled out syringe, fumbling with it a little bit before shifting through the vials. "Well, uh... ok, I guess? I mean, if you want I can mention it to the bossman or X-face, but they probably won't care. And they'll get mad at me if I tell them while you're still here, so that proooobably doesn't help."

[therightcurves]

She watched him move, perturbed by the air of friendly innocence he put out. He was a member of the Organization, so it had to be a matter of excellent acting. If anyone knew that appearances were deceiving, it was Meg. She chuckled dryly, setting her head back on the table and stared up at the shadows above her. "Right...looks like I really did get the pick of the litter."

She watched him from the corner of her eye as he fumbled with the syringe, feeling her stomach drop. She had no idea what that was, but it looked pointy and painful and that was enough. What were they going to do to her? And...

"Why...?" Megara said aloud before she could stop herself. "Why me?"

[ninthmelody]

Demyx glanced back, and shrugged. "I dunno. You were there?"

He turned back, saying 'aha!' when he found the right vial and picking it up. "So, uh..." he said, as he inserted the needle and filled up the syringe, "I think I'm supposed to say this isn't going to hurt, but I actually don't know that. Soooo it might hurt, or it might not! Not really sure."

[therightcurves]

There was nothing more to say. She knew appealing to the better nature of a Nobody was a waste of time, yet for some reason, she'd still hoped...well. It didn't matter now.

She turned her head away and shut her eyes, waiting for the pain. Whatever would happen next, she knew she would cope, in the end. Pain was an old friend of hers, after all.

[ninthmelody]

Demyx hummed a little to himself as he turned back towards her, seeing she wasn't looking. "Oh! Hey, that works! That whole... thing. Where if you don't see it, it won't hurt. Good idea!"

Before Meg had enough time to contemplate if he was being sarcastic or not, he'd inserted the needle.

[therightcurves]

Meg's back arched as white hot pain coursed through her. She tried not to scream; if she screamed, it meant they won. Clenching her teeth, she tried to will away the pain, tried to think of anything else, but even Jecht's face faded in the haze of agony that took over. In a few seconds, she was gasping, tears streaming down her cheeks. A few more seconds and she was screaming despite all her desire not to.

[ninthmelody]

Demyx, to be perfectly honest, had no idea what that meant. You know, other than that it hurt. Well, that was something, right? No one could get mad at him if that was in a report. (Actually, they probably could, but it was still a thing he could write down.) He finished injecting the contents of the needle before pulling out and setting it on the table, waiting to see if anything else would happen.

[therightcurves]

Eventually her screaming died down and her eyes seemed to glaze over. It was as if the light that was put into her took everything away, no pain or will or even any emotion at all. She merely stared up at the shadows, a shell of her former self.

[ninthmelody]

Demyx observed this for a moment. "Huh," he said finally, shrugging before turning back to the vials and putting things back. Time to write up a report and then get her memory wiped to send her back. See, he was totally doing this in a timely fashion or whatever, right?