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[fic] Kingdom Hearts 2, "Thick as Thieves"
Thick as Thieves
KH2
Demyx-centric
Uh, Olympus spoilers? which means like, you know. not that far into the game. XD



He kept up a running monologue as he went. “Riiiiiight,” he was muttering under his breath. “I can do this. I can totally do this. I will rock this mission and then they will—“ That part, at least, got cut off, as if he couldn’t exactly think of what they’d do. This didn’t, however, discourage him. “And then! Then. It will be awesome. Goooo, Demyx,” he said, sing-song. “You’re our guy, now we can take you off the missions like s-sneaking into a mountain full of gods! It’s the easy life for you now!”

He sighed heavily.

“Right,” he muttered. “Like that’ll happen.”

As he followed the cloud trail into the mountains, and higher, into the stuff of dreams and misty higher-than-real forms, he let his running monologue trail off, and pulled his hood up. This was a sneaking mission, he reminded himself. Stealth was the most important—

“Haaaaaalt. Who goes there, honey?”

Demyx froze in spot, one foot still lifted. “Uh, um!” he managed. “I’m absolutely nobody suspicious!” He raised his hands to show they were empty. So far. “I’m –“ Here to steal the treasure guarded by the god Hermes, designed to protect travelers through the underworld… that probably wouldn’t go over well. “I’m just here to, uh, visit.”

The tiny, balding blue man peered at him over the rims of his small jazz glasses. “Aww, muffin. I believe you!”

Demyx goggled. “…You do?!”

“Not. Pull the other one, darling.” Swinging himself up to sit cross-legged on the edge of the cloud, he held a serpent-entwined staff pointed at Demyx in a decidedly limp-wristed grasp. “Now, why don’t you tell me the truth? Sing it, baby, sing it.”

He couldn’t stop goggling. Hah! he thought, distantly smug. Axel was wrong! There IS someone more gay than me!

Waving his hands desperately, he pushed his hood back. Nothing like an honest face to keep you safe, after all. “A-actually, I’m a sight-seer,” he lied. It was almost true; there were sights. And he was seeing them. “I, um… I know it’s not a good idea to climb this high up, but I kind of…” he rubbed the back of his head. “I was hoping to meet … uh, Apollo! You see, I’m a musician… and he’s the god of musicians…” and at this point he really hoped this gate god just sort of turned him away instead of actually buying it because if he met Apollo, he was so dead. Sure, if he got turned away, he’d fail the mission, but there were worse things. “My name’s Demyx!” he blurted.

“I’m Hermes,” Hermes drawled, waving his staff vaguely. “God of travelers and thieves. Not that we talk about the last one much, really.“

“Oh!” Demyx said. And then, quickly recovering, “Oh – wow, really? You made Apollo’s lyre, didn’t you? Woooow, that’s so um. Great!”

“Sure I did, or you’d have to call me a liar. That’s a little joke, honey.”

Demyx laughed. It sounded kind of dorky and nasal even to him.

“Musician, huh? What do you play?”

The relaxed attitude seemed a sign that maybe, just maybe, he actually had a chance. Holding his breath a little, Demyx swung himself up to sit on the cloud beside Hermes. He almost passed through, but he adjusted his gravity around the same time Hermes adjusted the cloud, and he sprang back up again after a moment. “Careful, sweetie,” Hermes said.

Demyx nodded, rubbing the back of his head. “Thanks. Ummm, yeah I play sitar…” And he glanced over, and there it was, nestled in a bit of cloud: the Olympus Stone, glittering golden. He caught his breath.

”Sitar, huh? I knew a sitar player once,” Hermes drawled. “He was in a band. Darling man, absolutely darling.”

“Oh yeah?” Demyx asked, casually. He leaned back on his hands and inched his fingers over. “What kind of –“

“Me, I play keyboard,” Hermes said. “I offered to join that guy, but you know how it is—“

Demyx’s fingers closed over it. “Huh?”

“—Well, we ended up making some beautiful music together, but I was a god, he was a mortal, the band would never last.”

“Hahahaha,” Demyx managed, sitting up and abruptly stuffing both hands in his pockets. “Well, you know what they say, people may live and die but music is eternal.”

Hermes tapped his fingers against his chin, considering that. “That’s very deep,” he said. “Who said that?”

Demyx had made it up on the spot. “Uhm… I don’t know! Actually, why don’t I go look it up?”

“Aww, leaving so soon? I haven’t even made coffee—“

“Yeah, I, uh –“ Demyx shrugged. “I guess I can’t get in, right?”

Hermes laughed. “Rules are rules, baby.”

“Yeah, so I – I can’t meet Apollo, though it was totally awesome to meet you, so I should get going. Before it’s, um.” Demyx thought about that. “Dark.”

“Right, well, be seeing you.”

Walk calmly, Demyx reminded himself as he began to descend. It’s cool. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt me! Just keep walking, don’t run. He’ll never know.

“---HEEEEY.”

Demyx ran.

One dark portal later, he was away, safely, in a place even a god couldn’t follow. He stared down at the Olympus Stone, elated. He’d done it!

…Well, okay, so it was only the necessary preparations in order to even do his mission, but he’d done something, at least! He’d stolen a rock from the gods! And after that, infiltrating the underworld to influence Hades and get him on their side and/or turn him into a Heartless, well, that couldn’t be that hard, right?

Right?

“Man,” Demyx moaned, putting his head in his hands. “I am so dead.”