So @3ternal3nigma and me were talking about an idea I had about Demyx and Larxene being half siblings and well...(it's also based losely on this theory: https://youtu.be/jvLnWYNEKm8) if you guys have suggestions for a name for this au go a head. (Also hinted Zemyx because I'm trash).
This was bad. Myde couldn't quiet help thinking as he stared down at the bag of munny his father, *their* father, threw him before leaving.
This was truly worse then anything he could have imagined their reunion to be like. Him and his father were never close, the old man hardly ever was around, always going off to who knows where and one day he just didn't come back at all.
He figured out that he was from another world not long after, really it wasn't hard to tell with how people were talking behind his back. His mother confirmed that on the day he...
He took a deep breath, it wasn't the time to cry about the past now. Not in a shabby looking pub in Traverse town, not with *her* of all people around. He took a glup from his potion, almost wishing it was a alcoholic drink instead so he could blame the moisture in his eyes on it.
He supposed he could have gotten a drink in this particular bar, he might not be 23 yet and didn't have any documentation to his age anyways, but the bartender hardly seemed to care much anyways.
Besides, she got a glass of wine and he was older then her if he remembered right.
Age, it's funny how he suddenly has to worry about that again.
How old was he when he last saw his father? 10? It was around 3 years before he joined the organization if he recalls. His mother started her 'dancing' job around that time, it was also when she started acting strange. He wonders if his father even knew about that. He doubted so, he probably didn't even realize how Myde himself lost his heart judging from his reaction upon seeing him.
He actted like he was a old drinking buddy he owned some munny rather then his long thought for dead son.
He took a look at his 'drinking companion', for a lack of a better word (he refused to awknowledge her as anything else). She was at her 3rd glass of wine now, the bottle was left in reach for her to grab. The bartender was smart enough to avoid interactions with her. He would love to tell what is on her mind right now. To know what to say.
He averted his eyes, and got the bartenders attention. "Do you have something that has alcohol in it but doesn't taste like it does?" He asked and the bartender raised a eyebrow. "Just give him a pussy drink Eugene." She piped in, rather loudly and Demyx felt his cheeks turn pink. "Are you even old enough? Because if you are..." Demyx felt quiet intimidated as the older man leaned forward, raising a eyebrow at him in a suggestive manner. He was quiet massive, but more in his width then his hights, his hair was oily and he was positive that was not his own blood on his apron. There was a perverted kind of glint in his eyes. Right, he thought as he leaned back a bit, feeling nauseated by the stench of alcohol and other substances, that was one of the things he really didn't miss about being a somebody.
"Just give the boy his drink you perverted old man. And if I see you put anything strange in it I will cut your little sauccise off." She said before taking another sip from her wine. Then she threw one of her blades at the dart board on the other site of the bar where people were gambling. Hitting the bulse eye.
Eugene visibly paled as he stumbled back to prepare the ordered drink. Myde signed in relief, he almost forgot his voice could have that effect on strangers.
He fidgeted with his hands, wishing he had his Sitra to play with right now. This truly was all such a mess. First he was reborn, then he met *her* of all people in this world, Traverse Town, the place people without anywhere to go back to would go was what Zexion told him that one time Demyx saw him reading about it. (He knew why he was there, but her presence was truly puzzling, he was fairly certain her world had been restored.)
And then they see his shitty father. *Their* shitty father, and he honestly just wished he didn't bother. But he was hopeful, for what he wasn't sure, but he was hoping for something, anything, that would have resebled affection. He hasn't felt fatherly care since Lexaeus....
His drink arrived and he took a long swing, trying not to think about his former friends and the possibility of them also being alive. He had enough things on his plate right now, he could deal with everything from better parental figures to lingering romantic feelings at another time.
The sweet taste of raspberry concealing the alcohol was a small comfort. He felt light headed already. He knew he wasn't good at holding liquor, if that one time Xigbar let Demyx and Zexion drink when they were 17 and 18 respectively was anything to go by he probably should take it easy.
He really didn't need to suddenly sing about his one sided crush again. It was bad enough in a room full of people he knew, a random bar probably would be disasterous.
He was ripped out of that embarrassing memory by a breathless laugh next to him. "Mon dieu, we really had no clue." She said, he could tell the alcohol was starting to get to her. The wine bottle was almost empty by now, he wondered how that was even possible on a genetic stand point. Vexen probably would know.
"I always knew he was sleeping around. But I thought he would be smart enough to avoid doing the same mistake twice." She said, Myde wasn't sure she was talking to him or to herself. He nods anyways. "And then we both end up..." She broke off with a breathless laugh, "And we had no clue."
"To our defense, it's not like we knew eachother for long." They really didn't, she was the last one to join before....he took another sip from his drink. Yeah, no way he was remembering *that* now. The point was, the time they did know eachother neither of them really liked the other. Heck, he remembered Demyx was glad she was gone, something that quiet honestly made him feel sick now. Or maybe it was the alcohol.
It was really hard to tell.
"Shitty old man." She held her glass out for him to toast and he didn't need to be told twice. He was indeed a shitty old man after all.
"Wonder if there are anymore of us scattered around." He said as he took some of the nuts from the counter, they looked pretty old but he honestly wasn't very picky right now.
"You mean the organization? Or siblings?" She asked, amusement in her voice, or maybe it was the alcohol. Who knew at this point?
"Should we search for them?"
"You do what you want." She said as she threw her money on the counter, "His stuff is on me too." She announced before standing upright. "Where are you going?" Myde asked, she ruffled his hair as she walked past him, "getting ride of this stupid heart."
"Are you insane?!" He exclaimed. "You're gonna kill yourself!" He shouted after her. She didn't pay him much attention as she waved on her way out. "One or the other, same end result." She said.
Myde stared in mild horror after her, this wasn't good, he thought. He should just search for the others, convince them to let him stay with them.
She was a bitch anyways. Always has been. And it wasn't like he would be able to talk her out of it or keep her save, he was no good for that after all.
He....he signed as he downed the rest of his drink.
"Arlene wait!" He yelled as he hurried after her, catching up with a slight stumble in his step.
He knew he would regret that. He knew he would regret a lot of things from now on. But what was he suppose to do? Like it or not, she was his sister after all.
