Paradyme

This came about 'cause of that one KH III trailer with Demyx and his golden eyes. I was really hoping that Demyx would be back (He is one of my favorite Organization members, after all), but I never thought he would be 'Norted! Anyway, I began to think about how lazy he is. Thus, "Paradyme" was born!

Paradigm (correctly spelled) refers to the way a person sees things, his point of view. I named Demyx's Somebody Dyme for the sole purpose of making this pun. :3 Enjoy!

The ex-Nobody stared at himself in the mirror. One of the few things within him that still called him Demyx (or, more accurately, Dyme) had him smooth down a few errant strands of hair. He brushed it, noting absently the white streak on the left side of his hair. His eyes, golden as a result of Xehanort's power within him, narrowed at the thought. Soon his hair would be completely white.

He shrugged. He had read something talking about how white hair, the "hoary head," was a crown of glory. Despite that, he kind of liked the color his hair had always been. His mullet, while a bit out of fashion, had a personality much like his. It was wild and lazy, yet cool in its own way. He frowned. His sea-green eyes (the color he would typically call "that bluish, greenish aqua color that nobody really knows the name of"), too, had matched his hair and laid-back attitude. His current eye color kind of looked like his hair and was downright creepy to him. Oh, well, he mused, If it furthers the master's purpose, I guess it's okay. He turned around and left the room in search of Saïx. He was pretty sure that his mission had something to do with a strip of islands, but he wanted to be positive.

When he approached his blue-haired compatriot, his brows furrowed. Ever since they had all become Somebodies again, Saïx—no, Isa—had been acting oddly. He was lost in thought more often than not and could usually be seen staring at the floor. Although he still barked orders at others, he seemed to be quieter. Once or twice, Dyme had even found him with a guilty look on his face. Shoving the introspective thoughts to the back of his mind for now, Dyme cleared his throat. "So, uh, what's my mission again?"

Isa glared at him, annoyed at having his thoughts interrupted. "You are to go to Destiny Islands and take care of some Heartless there. Two Large Armors and a herd of Neoshadows have surfaced. They are interfering with the master's work. Eliminate them."

Dyme grimaced. He still hated work. He nodded, stating, "I'll get it done." With that, he summoned a Corridor of Darkness and stepped through it. When he set foot on the sands of Destiny Islands, he took a deep breath, soaking in the salty scent of the ocean. He shook his head, telling himself if he completed the mission fast enough, he would hopefully have enough time to enjoy the water. Even as he thought this, the waves lapped at his boots, compelling him to forsake his work and play with them. A seagull squawked at him and landed on a log floating in the water. He groaned. He desperately wanted to forget about his mission. He steeled himself and forcibly turned away from it, summoning his sitar. Master Xehanort required his service. As he departed from the waves, he could almost hear the voice of Demyx, his Nobody self, crying out to him.

Fifteen minutes later, he had terminated one of the Large Armors, a good number of the Neoshadows, and a handful of shadows. He looked around for places he had not yet checked when he heard a voice. He pivoted in surprise. A young woman, maybe in her last years of school, was blinking innocently at him.

"Sir? What kind of guitar is that? I've never seen one like it before."

Dyme froze. Should he talk to her? Strictly speaking, Organization members were not to make contact with the residents of the worlds to which they traveled. Still, she seemed nice enough. He shrugged. "That's 'cause it's not a guitar. It's a sitar, which is way cooler!" He fondled his instrument. "I call her Sasha."