Fic: Beneath The Stars [Kindgom Hearts, Fanfic 100, Prompt 046: Star]
Title: Beneath The Stars
Rating: PG
Summary: Deep down, most people don't really want to know. Demyx surprises Zexion.
Back when he still had a heart and a homeworld, Demyx had always loved the stars. He tells Zexion this one night for no reason other than they happen to encounter each other on Naught’s Skyway when he happens to be watching the skies. The speech he launches into is long, rambling and littered with clichés- in fact, there’s barely a word in it that Zexion couldn’t have predicted before it leaves Demyx’s mouth.
He’d always thought they were beautiful. He’d always wondered what their secrets were, whether they really were as powerful and magical as legends claimed, whether they really did influence the people below gazing up at them. He’d always wondered if there were people up there, gazing at his own star and wondering the same things. He’d written songs about them, referenced them endlessly whilst talking about other things: friendship, love, fate...
And Zexion scoffs inside, because he’s Zexion and everything that entails: dismissive of yet more useless lines to spring from Nine’s mouth but hiding it behind that cool, impassive mask because really, what’s the point? Demyx seems blind to the fact that his imaginative ideas are anything but, and could’ve just as easily come from any other mouth. The fool is hardly worth his time.
And then, suddenly, voice lower, Demyx says, “I kinda wish I’d never found out, y’know?”
The way Zexion’s head snaps round at that is sharper than he would’ve liked, but Demyx, lost in his own thoughts, misses his superior’s momentary lapse in guard, or at least seems to, and carries on.
“I mean, I get that you’re a scientist and all, so finding out stuff is probably kinda a big deal for you, but for most people, it’s more like they like the idea of finding out, y’know? I was like that too, even if I didn’t know it then. Like, if someone said to me now, ‘you can go back to when you had your heart and your world and stay that way but all your life you’d never find out any of the secrets of the stars’, I’d say yes straight away.” He pauses for a moment and then shrugs. “I dunno. It’s gotta be better than looking up there and knowing your own world’s not there any more, right?”
Zexion doesn’t reply, which he knows wouldn’t have surprised Demyx even if he was able to feel anything. Science is, after all, all he’s ever known, and the very idea of sacrificing knowledge even to go back on the years he’s spent without a heart is something his mind automatically balks at.
He’d never admit that perhaps Demyx has a point, even as he turns his face away to seek out the half-light of a broken Garden.
Rating: PG
Summary: Deep down, most people don't really want to know. Demyx surprises Zexion.
Back when he still had a heart and a homeworld, Demyx had always loved the stars. He tells Zexion this one night for no reason other than they happen to encounter each other on Naught’s Skyway when he happens to be watching the skies. The speech he launches into is long, rambling and littered with clichés- in fact, there’s barely a word in it that Zexion couldn’t have predicted before it leaves Demyx’s mouth.
He’d always thought they were beautiful. He’d always wondered what their secrets were, whether they really were as powerful and magical as legends claimed, whether they really did influence the people below gazing up at them. He’d always wondered if there were people up there, gazing at his own star and wondering the same things. He’d written songs about them, referenced them endlessly whilst talking about other things: friendship, love, fate...
And Zexion scoffs inside, because he’s Zexion and everything that entails: dismissive of yet more useless lines to spring from Nine’s mouth but hiding it behind that cool, impassive mask because really, what’s the point? Demyx seems blind to the fact that his imaginative ideas are anything but, and could’ve just as easily come from any other mouth. The fool is hardly worth his time.
And then, suddenly, voice lower, Demyx says, “I kinda wish I’d never found out, y’know?”
The way Zexion’s head snaps round at that is sharper than he would’ve liked, but Demyx, lost in his own thoughts, misses his superior’s momentary lapse in guard, or at least seems to, and carries on.
“I mean, I get that you’re a scientist and all, so finding out stuff is probably kinda a big deal for you, but for most people, it’s more like they like the idea of finding out, y’know? I was like that too, even if I didn’t know it then. Like, if someone said to me now, ‘you can go back to when you had your heart and your world and stay that way but all your life you’d never find out any of the secrets of the stars’, I’d say yes straight away.” He pauses for a moment and then shrugs. “I dunno. It’s gotta be better than looking up there and knowing your own world’s not there any more, right?”
Zexion doesn’t reply, which he knows wouldn’t have surprised Demyx even if he was able to feel anything. Science is, after all, all he’s ever known, and the very idea of sacrificing knowledge even to go back on the years he’s spent without a heart is something his mind automatically balks at.
He’d never admit that perhaps Demyx has a point, even as he turns his face away to seek out the half-light of a broken Garden.