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(Author Note: I know the storyline may not seem original, but it was something I came up with to help improve with my development into the personalities of the org members. I hope you all enjoy this, and more will come soon.)

The Elements Of Vacation.​

Demyx groaned, and leaned further to his right, against the cold, rumbling window beside him. He was tired, and the growl of engines did not make his attempt at sleep any easier. He could sing, but that would probably end up in him getting hurt by one of the other tired members that surrounded him.
His eyelids flickered and opened, revealing his tired, azure eyes. Pushing himself up, he straightened his frame and looked around the bus. Everyone was asleep, snoozing away in some other world that wasn’t this boring place.
The driver could at least play some music on really low...
The Nocturne turned his head, cracking his neck in the process, and looked across the aisle of the shabby vehicle. His eyes settled on Larxene, who gave him a surprise by looking right back at him. He smiled nervously, and raised one gloved hand to wave at The Nymph feebly.
“What do you want.†Her high, airy voice hissed in the silence, slicing through the air like a hot knife through butter.
Demyx flinched slightly, as if her words carved into his innocent body. Hesitating for a moment, he scratched the back of his mulleted head in thought of what he was going to say. He had to pick his words carefully; Larxene, the Savage Nymph, would tear him apart in seconds. He was slightly intimidated by her for the best part of his existence, but another part of him just wanted to talk to her, to find out why exactly she was so aggressive. He and Axel had once discussed this matter, and the two mages concluded that she was just evil.
Not everyone is evil...Surely there is a reason behind her traits?
“I...uh...can’t sleep.†Demyx grumbled, crossing his legs on the two seats he was sprawled across. “...Why are you awake?â€
A silence hit the bus. Nothing but the engines breaking the awkwardness that had dawned on the situation at hand. The Nocturne blinked several times, swallowing in the process before shuffling backwards until his back hit the cold window again.
“That has nothing to do with you.†The Nymph eventually replied, closing the subject completely as she turned towards her own window, and gazed out into the darkness. Her hands gripped the small bag she carried as her eyes shut.
...Well that was kinda weird. It’s like she wanted to talk, but hit me at the same time. Maybe this vacation will do her some good... get her to relax a little, maybe?
With a shake of his head, Demyx pulled his knees up to his chest and gazed back out of his own window. As he grew wearier the purple shadows of shrubs and trees became a blur, his eyelids became heavier...drooping...closing...shutting...

Shut.

***​

A sharp pain awoke the Nocturne from his light slumber, forcing the nobody to jump and hit his head off the window he once used as a vibrating pillow.
“Ow...†He mumbled, rubbing his forehead and looking up. His tired eyes met Axel, who was standing over him, grinning like a maniac. He blinked a few times and straightened up, his hands resting on the edge of his seat as he came into realisation of where he was; still on that quiet bus. Only now, it wasn’t so quite anymore. Larxene and Marluxia were in the background chatting and commenting on trivial topics – a conversation that could only be plucked up from tiredness, or excitement. Probably a mixture of both.
“Wha...†Demyx blinked several times again, and proceeded to rub his eyes – all in a false hope that this action would take away the tiredness that had shook itself upon him. Obviously, it didn’t work, and he still felt as weary as ever.
“Come on, Demyx. We’re here.†Axel’s gruff voice chanted, forcing the blond to groan as he was tugged up from his seat by the flurry.
“Five more minutes...†He mumbled, leaning on the fire mages shoulder dramatically.
“You would have got five more minutes sleep if you hadn’t drunk so much coffee before you got on here. Now shut up and get off here.†The Flurry threw something heavy at Demyx, forcing the Nocturne to stumble back a few inches and stare at the item in his arms.
“What’s this-Oh, my luggage...†Demyx mumbled, yawning
“Yeah, don’t get your hopes up for anything too amazing.†The redhead replied sarcastically as he jumped from the steps of the bus. Demyx followed, stepping down each step individually and rather robotically.
“What time is it?†He asked, gazing around, mainly towards the sun that beat down on his face.
“Ten in the morning. Now grab your case and follow me.†Axel ordered. Demyx looked towards the Flurry, who was now standing by his own red case, and Demyx’s blue one. “Hurry up Demyx, we haven’t got all day.â€
The redhead tugged the handle of his suitcase upwards and extended it, before walking across a sparsely inhabited car park – his crimson luggage trailing behind.

Demyx began to follow, his bags in tow. A low humming could be heard coming from the nobody as he sang to himself – he usually did this, mainly to calm any nerves, but on this instance, it was out of boredom.
“Argh, stupid piece of rubbish!†A familiar voice screeched from behind him. The mulleted musician turned and looked behind, a rather unfamiliar scene meeting his sparkling eyes.
Larxene stood, repeatedly attempting to push the handle of her luggage trolley downwards. Her face was a picture – a mask of frustration carved into the face of a model. She got irritated if things did not go her way, and things certainly weren’t going her way this time.
“...Are you okay?†Demyx asked innocently, blinking to make sure that it was actually Larxene he was speaking to, and not an absolute stranger... Now that would be embarrassing.
“Does it look like I am okay!?†She replied viciously, leering towards the Nocturne, as if to turn him to stone.
“um...N-no?†He stammered, shuffling back towards her and looking at the luggage cart with slight fear. “Man...uh...I’m not good with stuff like this, ya know.â€
“Oh, aren’t you just brilliant.†Larxene scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Demyx swallowed nervously, and scratched the back of his head in thought – again – before trying the jammed handle for himself. It moved an inch or so, but not fully down so that the wheels could move freely.
“I have an idea...†He smiled and clicked his fingers, having some form of eureka moment – which was rare for a nobody of his nature.
“Come on then Einstein, spring it on me.†With another roll of her eyes, the Nymph crossed her arms mockingly at him.
Demyx took himself to the front of the trolley – which was packed with three cases and a hand luggage – and braced himself, as if to catch it.
“Okay...now you kick the handle.â€
“What?â€
“kick the handle!â€
“Are you serious?â€
“As serious as Zexion, now kick it, Larxene.â€

Boom.

The trolley flew, colliding with Demyx with such a force that it knocked him back a meter or so onto his behind. The several bright-yellow cases that were balanced on the trolley remained in place, to his relief; those bags seemed heavy and full of shoes and clothes and all sorts of girly stuff, and he certainly wouldn't want the poke of a stiletto heel jabbed into his face.

Larxene, hands placed neatly on her hips, walked up to the crash-scene, and chuckled.
“As serious as Zexion? I’ll be sure to tell him that when we get in the airport. At least you fixed the trolley.†She took her luggage and strolled away, leaving Demyx sat in a heap on the floor.
“...You’re welcome?†Demyx mumbled, standing up and cracking his neck several times. Well... that hurt a lot. I guess I did some good... It would be nice to be appreciated, though.
With a sigh, he trailed The Nymph, humming what tune he once had in his head as he dragged his baggage across the humps and bumps of the road.