Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or The Little Mermaid. But if I did, I would be rich. o.O
Um, not as long as chapter three but it just seemed like a good way to end the chapter. I just had this feeling, yanno? xDD
Enjoy! And please review, it'll make me very happy.
And definitely no updates for two weeks, I'm going on holiday on Sunday, and I'll be restarting school really close afterwards. I'll try writing some of it by hand when I'm away. (:
Feeling claustrophobic within the small cave, his racing thoughts battering at his consciousness with little compassion for his delicate frame of mind, Demyx just had to get away. Away from the cave, away from the palace, away from Atlantica. Swimming forever and ever seemed the most pleasing, calming option for the young, troubled merman, allowing him to blow off the steam that had accumulated over the years.
And so he went, carefully at first (avoiding unwanted attention from the nosy sea life who were sure to alert his father) and then slowly increasing in speed as he furthered the distance between his home and himself. Of course, he had not once thought about the prospect that Vexen could be following him.
Demyx was a good few miles from Atlantica when he noticed a dramatic change in the water. The waves overhead were choppy, dangerous, also making the depths more unsuitable to swim through, even for experienced swimmers like himself.
The blonde eyed the surface warily, deducing that the weather must be pretty bad up there, and throwing away any thoughts of going to check it out: He had been told by a crab that when the waves were shifting far too often, enormous jellyfish resting in the dark sky would sting those who were wet and curious. Demyx was not one to take his chances.
He was about to turn back, abandon his rebellion, and swim to the safety of his room, but there was a strange sort of something at the surface a good fifty metres away, and he couldn't just ignore it… Upon further inspection, he saw that the objects dangling into the water happened to be legs. And legs must belong to… a human?
Ignoring the jellyfish story, Demyx broke the surface and laid eyes on his very first human. A man, (he suspected) with a long grey-blue fringe that stuck to the right side of his face like plaster, obscuring one eye, the other was shut. He had fortunately kept himself adrift by clinging on to a large portion of drift wood, yet it would hardly keep him alive forever. The poor thing was drenched, and shivering, unconscious, gentle ragged breaths passing from his blue lips at irregular intervals.
Aware that if he didn't take the human to safety immediately, there was little hope of him surviving, and so Demyx carefully wrapped his arms around the sleeping figure and his raft, so he wouldn't fall off, and swam in the direction of land.
After what had seemed a lifetime of swimming, a beach appeared on the horizon, grey and uninviting from the storm. Gently, Demyx lowered the human on to the sand, pushing him out of range from the creeping tide, and removed the mass of wet hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear.
He was so beautiful.
He shuffled closer, his tail making it an awkward affair, yet it was worth it for a closer look. Unable to stop himself, he reached out a hand, caressed the human's cheek, and felt a shiver tumble down his spine at the cold, yet invigorating touch.
He was too beautiful to be part of the sea. More beautiful than anything you could find in the sea.
Somewhere in the sky, the thinning grey clouds parted, granting sanctuary to the bright gaze of the dawn, casting light upon the human's round, soft face and Demyx swallowed, feeling his infatuation grow and grow at every second he was caught staring.
"What would I give, to live where you are," he sang softly, playing with the human's damp hair. "What would I pay to stay here beside you?" He wove their fingers together, gently connecting their hands. "What would I do to see you smiling at me?" He pressed a tender kiss upon his forehead.
The slate-haired teen's lashes flickered, his little finger twitched absently, his breathing became more even. "Where would we walk?" He could hear the ocean. "Where would we run?" Was he on a beach? "If we could stay all day in the sun…" Someone was singing to him. "Just you and me." And stroking his face. It felt really nice actually. "And I could be…" He raised his own hand, softly feeling for the one on his cheek. "Part of your world," he opened his eyes, slowly, charmed by the beautiful voice that seemed to be singing only for him, and looked into a beautiful long face with sparkling teal eyes that left him drowning, hopeless to ever surface again.
And then it was ruined.
There was an almighty splash, and Zexion propped himself up wearily on to his elbows, blinking in the harsh orange light of the dawn. Flat feet pounded against sand, and there was a hefty sigh of relief before Axel swiftly knelt down beside him and pulled him into a desperate, bony embrace.
"Jesus Christ, you're okay," the redhead breathed. "When you fell off the boat we thought you were a goner for sure."
"He saved me," whispered Zexion. "Some guy… he had such a beautiful voice…" He looked about dreamily, only to be disappointed.
"Okay, whatever," Axel rolled his eyes, hoisted the prince to his feet. "Let's get you home, buddy. Haha, I bet you'll get the monster of all colds after this, huh?"
Exhausted, Zexion collapsed onto his friend, who then mumbled complaints about how he was far too skinny for this kind of labour, but due to his lack of authority, carried him anyway.
Vexen had been positioned behind a rock, observing the scene in horror. As soon as he'd been given the chance, he grabbed Demyx's wrist so tight it could leave the most painful of marks, and pulled him into a nearby, secluded cove.
"I saw that," he said instantly. Demyx yelped in reply and tried to escape again. "How could you be such a little idiot? After everything your father's done for you, you repay him with this? Going after humans! That little stash you've got back in Atlantica is bad enough, but this is going way too far! This ridiculous behaviour needs to stop, right here, right now."
Demyx wrestled his wrist free once again, pouting, and after a minute's silence, said: "Are you going to tell my dad?"
"Of course not," Vexen folded his arms, irritable. "If he hears about this, he will scream at me for not stopping you sooner, and it'll be off with my head, instead of yours, even though you clearly deserve it. We'll keep this to ourselves, understand?"
The younger merman nodded eagerly, "Thanks."
"Don't be silly, I'm doing this for me, not you."
"Okay," Demyx grinned, resisting the urge to wrap his arms around his uppity elder and squeeze him until his eyes bugged out of their sockets, due to the overwhelming gratitude he felt for him right now. Instead, they made their way back to Atlantica, preparing themselves for the brutal scolding they'd both be receiving from Xemnas upon arrival, whilst Demyx dreamed of Zexion's gorgeous blue eyes.
"Oh, he's such a pretty, pretty boy," Marluxia cooed, his cobalt gaze fixed upon the swirling image projected into his magical cauldron.
"Who?" Larxene sneered. "Demyx or Vexen?"
The merman ignored the jibe, although the insult to his taste stung sharp somewhere in the pancreas area, and he rubbed it absent-mindedly. "Apparently Demyx is Xemnas' secret favourite child," he added. "But he does get himself into all sorts of trouble, doesn't he?"
"If you're planning on snitching on the brat to Xemnas to gain his trust then I will stab you and leave you to die right now," said Larxene, brandishing her kunai and swiping them at Marluxia's sea anemone farm to prove her point. At once, he emitted a scream of outrage and swam to their aid, creating a barrier between the savage and himself.
"You can kill me, Larxene, but touching my precious sea anemones is a matter of the most extreme, and if you do, I will bring you down with me, if not before me. Understand?"
The scythe pointed at her throat was enough for Larxene to nod and giggle in reply, and swear she wouldn't harm the plants in any way possible, and to make mock bowing gestures to show that he was the boss. Of course, behind her back, she had her fingers crossed., and still giggling at his paranoid expense, asked, "So, Master, Lord-of-the-Sea-to-be… what's your plan?"
Marluxia smirked, fondly tending to his plants and cutting away some of the leaves to be used in one of his recipes some day. "Why, Larx, how can you be so simple? We're going to use good old fashioned blackmail on poor old Xemnas." He jerked a thumb at the cauldron, where the picture of Demyx shimmered and twitched, and offered her a wry nod. "He's so fond of the human world, I'd bet he'd do anything to trade his tail for a pair of legs. And if something just happens to go wrong, well, daddy will have to come to his rescue, won't he?"
"True, true," she agreed, cackling again. "Let's make the details disgustingly brutal Marls, I want him to truly regret the day he kicked us out of his precious little Atlantica."
"I'm sure he already does," Marluxia pursed his lips, patted his wavy pink hair, with little effect, and rested a hand upon his hip. "Undoubtedly, we were the most sophisticated people there. He misses the grace and charm we added to the society, but…" and then he scowled, furious. "It's too late for forgiveness now, Xemnas. I don't give anyone second chances."
The illusion then faded away, the image of the travelling mermen gone, dissolved into an ominous swirl of red and black.