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.:Left Behind:. Part II
“Hey, Xigbar!” Demyx peeked into number II’s room with a happy grin. “I… huh?” His grin soon faded with puzzlement. Xigbar’s room was practically empty. All his belongings were gone. Demyx walked into it and looked around. A terrible thought came into his mind and he gasped, his greenish blue eyes widening. “What if Xigbar was kidnapped and all his stuff was stolen?!” he shouted, tugging at his hair. He ran out of the room and began looking for any of his other buddies. Room from room, he knocked on each door, yet didn’t get a reply. Now he was getting worried. He let out a worried whimper as he walked through one of the corridors to find someone. He stopped walking and shouted to the air. “Where is everyone?!”
“Uhg! Must you shout?” Demyx’s eyes widened and he looked back ahead. It was Vexen! He leaped at the scientist and clung to him.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so glad I found a survivor! I thought I was all alone!” he cried. Vexen backed up a bit, not liking the contact.
“G-get off of me!” he said exasperatedly as he pushed Demyx away from himself, taking a few more steps away from the Sitarist. “Now what are you blathering about?” he asked, half-glaring over with his green eyes. He thought Demyx would start hyperventilating at any moment.
“No one’s here! I went to go get Xiggy and he wasn’t there! Neither was any of his stuff! And everyone but you and I are gone, too!” he explained, trying not to speak too fast, he knew Vexen would ask him to slow down if he did. “Did we get attacked or something earlier on?” he asked, appearing worried. Vexen sighed and rolled his eyes.
“I was hoping you went along with the others…” Vexen mumbled, averting his gaze. He then looked back over at number IX. “I suppose this was expected. You didn’t show up for breakfast when Superior discussed the idea of vacation. He had been planning it for a good few weeks now,” he explained. “I suppose you missed out. Now they’re all gone,” he shrugged.
“Any clue where they are?” Demyx asked, appearing to be saddened by the news. Why hadn’t anyone told him??
“Nope.” With that, Vexen turned to walk back to his lab. He stopped when he felt Demyx cling to him again and let out an annoyed sigh. “Would you let go already?” he asked, leering at Demyx over his shoulder. “I don’t appreciate being touched!” with the last word he added emphasis and tugged away from Demyx’s grip. The water manipulator looked down with a sad sigh. “Oh, don’t start that!” Vexen snapped. “Go… go play with your Dancers. I bet ‘Jep’ would like your attention. You always talk about ‘him’ as if it were one of us, after all,” he said.
“I already rocked out with Jep already! Can’t you let me tag along? I hate being alone!” he whined, trying to give Vexen one of the saddest looks he could get onto his face. It didn’t seem to work.
“No! You’re one of the last members I’d want in my lab! The last time I let you in, you—“ he was cut off.
“Please!! I promise I’ll be good!” He was starting to beg now. Vexen rejected him sharply and stormed off, leaving Demyx all by himself. He looked down with a rather pathetic and sad look on his face. It almost seemed like he was going to cry! He didn’t, though. He turned around and walked away to go to bed…
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