Creative Writing Collection

Funeral/ Eulogy

I stared at the jar of black essence, the small wisps gliding about, wanting escape.

       This… this was Demyx. This wasn’t just a dead Demyx, but a really dead Demyx.

       Luxord held the jar carefully, turning it this way and that, I watched him just as carefully, watching the higher-ranked observe my deceased brother. Even though he was never really technically totally my brother.

       Demyx and Rose, the trouble team. Now, just Rose…

       “Gimmie that…,” I said, snatching the jar of my brother from Luxord’s gloved hands.

       The whole Organization was here for the sendoff, even Xemnas. There were no missions, so all members — I to XV — were here. Xemnas spoke for some time, but I couldn’t hear anything. My thoughts became lost in the jar. He couldn’t really be gone, could he? I looked harder at the shifting blackness. He couldn’t be gone…

        A small push on my back returned me to the event, all eyes on me. Saiix raised an eyebrow, and I knew what do to — they wanted some words from the dead’s closest friend. Well, not friend; sister. And even then, we were now strangers.

       “Dem Dem-” I stopped there and cleared my throat to correct myself. “Demyx, was awesomeauce. He liked to not do missions, joke about anything, and spent his days pranking other members.”

       Now, Axel, Xigbar, and a handful of the Organization smiled a little, remembering the fond memories they had originally hated.

       “He took me under his wing when I first joined, and I will say this — I don’t and will never regret anything I’ve ever done with my brother.”

       I couldn’t help but laugh a bit, memories of all kinds flooding into my sight. If Nobodies lacked hearts, then what was it we felt? It was a shame, yes, that Demyx was gone, but I feel something missing within me. A cold, hollow sphere in my chest.

       “We’ll get some ice cream, the next time we meet,” I said softly as I unscrewed the top off the jar. The dark essence of Demyx rose and dissolved into the atmosphere, all eyes on it as it went.

       Demyx and Rose, the trouble team.

       Now, just a lonesome, weak Rose…